here it is. you okay?
breedan's woman. she, too, is a dancer and her shift's over. she's wearing a raincoat over tights and a sweatshirt she jerks her arm away.
get your fucking hand off my arm!
let's go, baby.
there's other paychecks. you blow it off. it's worth it, baby, cause you mess with that man and you be violated right back to san quentin. so you got to handle it 'til we get you a different job.
'cause i'm proud of you. proud you my man.
come on home.
crosses to the bar and leans over.
say, bartender.  ?
sees none of it. then: impatient:
you seen that fella i pulled out of here the other night? big fella with a beard?