I donโt understand.
( Eddie shuffles towards the doorโ limping, sedated. Regressed as he fiddles with the hem of his uniform; this is the third one heโs been given, the others modified, then confiscated. )
Youโve got someone looking out for you, then? A โฆ chauffeur, or something?
( The doctor tilts her head- her smileโs all lip- and puts down her glass in two gulps. )
believe me, it's never too late. ( two glasses clink against office table as she pours the scotch into both, glass handed overโโ an indiscernible look on her face. )
come, come. i'll put in a word for your felt. but if i find you're stuffing it in places where felt is not meant to be, we'll have no choice but to confiscate it.