Scene 3: Jonas and Darla’s living room is empty. Jonas enters. Walks quietly to the couch, sits, his elbows braced by knees, scalp in hands. A spotlight fixes on him. The remainder of the room falls dark. Suddenly Darla appears and normal lighting resumes. She walks over to him intently, and begins slapping him, violently.
 

Darla: I told you I didn’t want to see you again. And you come back with lipstick on your lips I should kill you.

Jonas: Lipstick? No no this--

Darla (overlapping): Who is the #@*%%? I’ll @&!&ing kill her. (Slaps him again.) I cannot believe you did this to me Jonas. Why did you do this to me? (She goes to pieces.)

Jonas (tracing his lips with his fingers): It’s wine honey. It’s just--

(Darla grabs a cordless phone from the coffee table, throws it a Jonas -- he leans to the side and it misses him, bouncing off the back of the couch. He retrieves it and stands up.)

Jonas: Wine.

Darla (still crying): Wine?

Jonas: Yeah babe, just wine. Come here.

(He hugs her and she begins crying, hard on his chest.)

Jonas: I went to have a drink and try to get my head clear. I came back because I hoped you’d be cooled off by now and we could talk.

(She cries uncontrollably. Behind her back Jonas dials three digits on the phone, and holds it there. The crying becomes convulsive, loud, louder, he presses a button and tosses the phone to the floor.)

Darla (sobbing): Oh Jonas I don’t know. I just get so scared. I want to believe you. I know you would never hurt me. But I get these feelings. (She flings her arms around him.) Don’t go please! I’m sorry. (She grabs him tightly, grips him to her body. Whispers, "Sorry").

(She then takes a deep, concentrated, composing breath.)

Jonas: You're bleeding. What happened to your arm?

Darla (smiling tearfully): Your mother.

(Just then there is an abrupt loud pounding at the door.)

Police Officer: Police! Open up!

Darla (to Jonas, earnestly): I’m sorry.

Jonas: No, I think I’m sorry… You’re the one who's bleeding.

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