The Scene is on the courthouse lawn.

Person X, a young woman in a black dress with a white purse drives up in a limo. She calmly lets herself out of the car and walks to the fountain and sits on the edge. She is looking directly forward when she says. . .

X: Where is Arundo?
A voice from behind the fountain replies: He is waiting for you inside the courthouse, madam, if you'd like to go in and see him.
X: No, thank you, Ramon.
Ramon: I guess you know where not to step. You always were prepared, exxy. (He stands up but stays behind the fountain)
X: Don't call me that. No one calls me that anymore.
R: No, not anymore. Not since. . . ( pause_
X: Since?
R: (decidedly) Since.
X: Look, Ramon. I need to get Arundo out. He's not involved in this. You're not even involved in this.
R: (indignantly) Well, not since--
X: Since?
R: (sheepishly) Since.
X: Look Ramon! Help me?
R: Why should I do that?
X: Because we're best friends.
R: Since when?
X: Since. . . (searching_
R: We were best friends, exxy. Then since. . .
X: (threateningly) Since. . .
R: Ok, I see it's still touchy.
X: Touchy! You killed her, Ramon! My grandmother! And for what?! A disturbingly small part in the company's pathetic plot at world domination. Look how it's crippled you!
R: It wasn't pathetic! Just . . . ill-timed. Look, if you want help, you're not going to get it from me.
X: I knew it. And since you're not going to be helping me, you're not going to be giving anyone else help either. Not since. . .
R: Since. . .?
X: Since this!
(X lifts her purse, pure white, and as she effortlessly chucks it at him, a bomb goes off from inside. She climbs the steps to the courthouse as she pulls guns out of amazingly small places in her dress.)
X: I'll step wherever I damn well want to, Ramon.
She goes inside.

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