All Good Things....
A large white room. A mahogany desk sits along the far wall with two leather chairs (behind and in front of the desk, respectively). The desktop is empty except for a marble ashtray. Jack is sitting behind the desk, his feet up on its top. He holds a cigarette in his left hand, opens and closes a gold zippo lighter with his right. On the floor along the walls are various paintings. In the center of the room sit two duffle bags surrounded by clothes and random items Jerrald is packing haphazardly into one of the bags. Sirens can be heard faintly in the distance. Jerrald: Y’know, you could help pack. Jack: (takes a deep pull of his cigarette; he leans back in his chair and exhales the smoke towards the ceiling, continuing to perform simple tricks with the zippo lighter) I mean, you look like you’ve got it handled. Jerrald: More hands, less work. Jack: Maybe. But what if I have arthritis? Jerrald: (stops packing, but remains hunched over staring up at Jack) Do you have ar...