[He's still moving, fretting over his cigarette, rolling it back and forth in his fingers every time he takes it from his lips. He paces towards the other side of the room behind her.]
I think he was trying to help, is the thing of it.
[And as much as almost this entire routine has been an act, this part isn't. He remembers the port, and he's absolutely positive that the information he's giving her is legitimate.
Whether or not she chooses to believe it after what comes next, though, is her own business.]
I'm not, though.
[And in one swift movement he slips behind her chair, raises the ashtray, and brings it down heavily on the back of her head.]
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I think he was trying to help, is the thing of it.
[And as much as almost this entire routine has been an act, this part isn't. He remembers the port, and he's absolutely positive that the information he's giving her is legitimate.
Whether or not she chooses to believe it after what comes next, though, is her own business.]
I'm not, though.
[And in one swift movement he slips behind her chair, raises the ashtray, and brings it down heavily on the back of her head.]