[Bradford is snorting a long line of coke. In the background, Renee is relaxing on the sofa, naked.]
Duncan: [Barges in.] How’s my star to—holy smoke! What’s going on here? Did you guys get robbed?
Renee: Duncan, wait, let me explain, it’s not what it looks like—Bradford and I just had violent sex, and now he’s getting jacked up on coke.
Duncan: Don’t give me that young man! You know exactly what I’m talking about. This is an enclosed space, no-one is above the law.
Duncan: No buts! You’re going to have to smoke that cigarette outside! [Walks over to her and coaxes her out.] Off you go! Watch your step…
Renee: Bradfoooord! [After dispatching Renee, Duncan turns to Bradford, who’s nearing the end of the line of coke.] Now, young man! [Walks over the Bradford and sits next to him.] What did we talk about yesterday, do you remember? We have an exclusive deal with Tits magazine. They are covering everything—from the engagement to the wedding to the divorce. You only have to be patient for three months! Do you have any idea what will happen if word gets out of your daily dilly-dallying? Hmmm? I’ll tell you what will happen. Tits magazine will take our contract and wipe their arses with it—which makes the contract invalid. Are you listening? [Bradford has just finished the line of coke.]
Bradford: Bradford: Look at me, Duncan! [grabs him by the lapels.] I am beautiful! Aren’t I? Tell me I’m beautiful!
Duncan: [Terrified:] I—I will say you are beautiful if you promise to let me see my wife and children again. [Bradford lets go of him, and throws him back into the chair. Bradford moves to the dressing table and looks at himself in the mirror.]
Bradford: And it’s so easy, it’s so damn easy…
Duncan: I’m so happy for you. Now, I spoke to Samantha—
Bradford: Why is it so easy with them, Duncan? Tell me, why?
Duncan: M-maybe I should come back another time.
Bradford: I’ll tell you why it’s easy. Have you heard of the Black Widow, Duncan?
Duncan: Er, I’m not good with insects. Is it a plant? [Duncan is now slowly walking towards the door.]
Bradford: [Lets go of Duncan and turns to the mirror.] The Black Widow is nature’s seducer… She dazes her suitor with a million sweet fragrances [creeps up behind Duncan, stroking him with four arms—he then pulls him into a sort of line-dance], and just when he alights into her warm embrace—
Duncan: That’s really vivid, Bradford, now about the—