Officer Fenway: So… Let’s get to the meat. Let’s…Why don’t you go ahead and tell me what happened?
Steve: Look, man I-
Officer Fenway: Sir
Steve: Sir?
Officer Fenway: Address me as Sir…not “man.”
Steve: Oh. Okay…alright, whatever. I… I …Look man, Sir. I…
Officer Fenway: We both want ot go home, yeah?
Steve: Yeah.
Officer Fenway:Well?… Just tell me what happened, we can both call it a night.
Steve: I don’t know… I wasn’t there.
Officer Fenway: You weren’t there?
Steve: No.
Officer Fenway: Huh… Really? Thats funny because your fuck-stick buddy next door said something completely different. Said you were involved…Deeply involved.
Steve: I wasn’t.
Officer Fenway: Is that a fact?
Steve: Yeah it’s a god damn fact. And you’ve had me in here four fucking hours man, excuse me, SIR. I wasn’t even there when it happened. Call my girlfriend, she’ll tell you.
Officer Fenway: Thats too bad Big Boy… Thats what she calls you right? Big Boy? We’ve already spoken to her. Pinned you right at the scene.
Steve: Bullshit! I don’t have to… I wasn’t involved, I want my attorney.
Officer Fenway: Oh, you mean your mommy, the big swinging district attorney… Fuck your mom… God knows everyone else has. Mommy ain’t gonna be able to get you out of this one.
Steve: (Steve stands) You fucking watch what you sa-
Officer Fenway: Or what? You’ll hurt me? Sit the fuck down. The balls in my court, Stevey.
Steve: I want my attorney.
Officer Fenway: One too many times Stevey. One too many fucking times. You ain’t getting out of this one. I got your ass now. I got it… You feel that?… You feel it?
Steve: What?
Officer Fenway: That burning.. That burning in your ass… Get used to it… Get real used to it Stevey. They love pretty boys with blue eyes. Fuck man… Those inmates, those inmates will beg for you as a cell mate.
Steve: Thats funny.
Officer Fenway: Funny huh, you find it funny?
Steve: Yeah. Can I ask you a question SIR?
Officer Fenway: Fucking funny guy huh-
Steve: Can I ask you a question… SIR?
Officer Fenway: …
Steve: You know I’m good friends with Randall, right?
Officer Fenway: Who the fuck do you think you are? Asking me questions. Fucking Randall…
Steve: Randall Goodrich? From Preston?
Officer Fenway: You little fuck.
Steve: Well Sir… I didn’t want to bring this up but my mommy, the big swinging district attorney you spoke so highly about… Yeah… Well, she was thinking of taking Randall as a client.
Officer Fenway: Listen you little shit, I-
Steve: And Randall was going to hire her because-
Officer Fenway: You shut the fuck up!
Steve: Randall was going to hire her because he needed some help. See, he was going to be fired for sending personal emails from his work computer, you know the government monitors that kind of stuff.
Officer Fenway: …
Steve: But they were weren’t just any emails. Very sexual in content… Shockingly graphic.
Officer Fenway: You want to fuck around …Keep takling, you’ll be here all god damn night.
Steve: Well here’s where it get interesting… The person he was sending the emails to was one Officer Fenway. Fucking coincidence huh? Yeah?
Officer Fenway: You fuc-
Steve: (Steve stands) Why would a married man be engaged in homosexual email exchanges? Unless he was into that burning ass stuff. When I saw your badge, I couldn’t believe-
Officer Fenway: You sit your little ass-
Steve: Little ass huh?
Officer Fenway: Shut the fuck up.
