THE FIREBIRD Written By Tim Errickson Tim Errickson 917-880-5483
[email protected] (c) 2010 IN THE DARKNESS… We hear quiet, and someone walking down a city street at night. Cars, distant conversation, maybe music from a car as it passes. Finally a car pulls up, the sound ‘what the…” and then a struggle. Quick. Almost unnoticed. A door closes, and the car pulls away. Silence. SCENE 1 Dan's office. We hear the buzz of the intercom, the buzz of blackberries, the phone ringing…as we come up on Irene in Dan's office, seated. Perhaps they don't even look at each other. DAN (breaking the silence) Irene… IRENE Don't. (beat) DAN Look, Irene… IRENE No, goddamn it. NO! Be quiet. (beat) I don't…I don't know what to do, Danny. DAN (quietly) How is Joe doing? IRENE Oh, how the hell do you think he's doing? How are any of us doing? (gathers herself) He blames himself for not…Hell, I dunno what he blames himself for. DAN All I've done is ask how I can help you…tell me what you need. IRENE (full of anger) How could you let this happen, Danny? DAN Let this happen? I did everything you asked me! 1 IRENE Obviously not enough. (beat) DAN You screwed me, Irene. You know that? IRENE I what…? DAN You asked me to help you…and you put me in a position where I couldn't win. Refuse you, I'm an asshole. Do it, and...I don't know what I am.