Someone is walking down that hall at a resolute pace. A corner is turned, heading into another lengthy section. Mr. Stevens sits at his desk doing paperwork and smoking. There’s a pounding at the office door and then Samson lets himself in. MR. STEVENS Come in. Sam drops the two jugs of orange liquid onto Stevens’ desk and flops into a chair. MR. STEVENS Sam, Sam, the medicine man. SAMSON No more kids, Jack. MR. STEVENS (arid, but sincere) But I love kids. SAMSON No more kids. They’re fucking crazy. MR. STEVENS Oh what’s the difference? SAMSON There’s a big difference. MR. STEVENS They’re just kids. SAMSON They’re fragile, and unpredictable, and bonkers. And you don’t give a shit about kids. MR. STEVENS (assertively) The world is over, Sam. But the nice thing about children is that there will always be more of them. And if we don’t keep them entertained they will tear us all to pieces. SAMSON That’s heartwarming. Stevens takes a drag and starts over. MR. STEVENS So what do we have here?
