With Past Imperfect Part 3
*not mine. Author of this fanscript: Joni_Slade. Credit to her and characters from AIO*
[RICHFIELD. The police car pulls away.]
LYLE:
Oh, dear.
WHIT:
Can you tell me what happened?
LYLE:
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
WHIT:
Lyle?
LYLE:
Huh?
WHIT:
My name's John Whittaker. I'm a friend of Richard's.
LYLE:
Oh. So am I. Lyle Meeker. But I guess you already know that.
WHIT:
Can you tell me what happened?
LYLE:
It was just like with Richard. The police just came in--looked at her computer--found what they were looking for, I guess. And then they took her. It'll be me next, I just know it! None of us had anything to do with it--we were all working on our school projects, but independently. I--I guess I better go to Odyssey and bail Kimi out, huh? Do you know how to get to Odyssey? I've never been there.
WHIT:
Well, I'm headed back to Odyssey myself now. Why don't you come with me?
LYLE:
Oh--okay.
[Musical transition to: Richard is at the TIMOTHY CENTER, circling the chapel slowly on horseback.]
RICHARD:
Whit--wait!
[Richard hangs up the phone.]
RICHARD:
(ANNOYED SOUND)
[Aubrey rides up.]
AUBREY:
Hey--whatcha doing?
RICHARD:
Huh? Oh, hi, Aubrey. I don't know. Enjoying my freedom, I guess.
AUBREY:
It doesn't look like you're enjoying anything. You've circled the chapel like ten times now.
RICHARD:
Oh.
AUBREY:
Why don't you go in?
RICHARD:
The, uh, the horse wouldn't fit.
AUBREY:
You could tie her up out here. I'll watch her.
RICHARD:
That's . . . okay.
AUBREY:
(TACTFUL) I remembered where I heard your name before. Someone told me about you once.
RICHARD:
Oh?
AUBREY:
I bet it's weird to be back here. Considering . . .
RICHARD:
Considering I burned down Tom's barn once? Yeah.
AUBREY:
Well, I think you ought to, you know, not worry about it anymore. I mean, you've obviously changed.
RICHARD:
I wish it was that easy. I guess . . . you probably don't have a past that haunts you like this.
AUBREY:
I've done a lot of things I'd rather forget--but no, none of it haunts me. Not since I became a Christian.
RICHARD:
Really.
AUBREY:
Since then, I know I've been forgiven--by God, and by everyone else.
RICHARD:
(SINCERE) I'm happy that worked out for you. (A BEAT) But tell the Feds about forgiveness. The reason I'm in this mess right now is because I had a record--otherwise, no one would have tried to frame me. Maybe I deserve it, but . . . the point is, I wouldn't even be here if not for my past.
AUBREY:
Nobody would be where they are without their pasts.
RICHARD:
I guess not.
AUBREY:
Maybe it's meant to be. Maybe there's a reason that you ended up in Odyssey where you started out. Maybe there's a reason you're circling the chapel.
RICHARD:
Maybe . . . maybe.
AUBREY:
It only takes a little faith to believe it.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S CAR. Whit is driving Lyle.]
LYLE:
This is the college, huh? It's small.
WHIT:
Compared to River Forest, sure.
LYLE:
Nobody here looks real shaken up by the fire. It was all the way on the other side of the campus, but still.
WHIT:
Er. Yes, it was on the other side of the campus.
LYLE:
And I bet everyone's worried about their finals here, too. Isn't it horrible of me to be thinking about my final project at a time like this?
WHIT:
It's understandable.
LYLE:
I'm a terrible person. Kimiko is in jail. She and Richard won't even get to give their presentations tomorrow. And here I am, and all I can think about is how I have to pass this class. It's pathetic! What kind of a friend am I?
WHIT:
Well, you can't really blame yourself for what happened. Uh, can you?
LYLE:
(A BEAT) Well, no. Whoever did this singled out Kimiko to frame because of her past.
WHIT:
You think so, huh?
LYLE:
Yeah. And that's not my fault. I just feel like--if only I wasn't so obsessed with passing this class. To think of all the times Kimiko helped me study, and how do I pay her back?
WHIT:
Well, your bailing Kimiko out will help her.
LYLE:
Yeah, well, it's the least I can do.
WHIT:
Would you mind calling Richard on my cell phone? Tell him we'll meet him at Whit's End once we have Kimiko.
LYLE:
Sure.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S END. Downstairs at the counter, Kimiko, Richard, Lyle and Whit stand talking.]
KIMIKO:
It's crazy. My project was there on my computer this morning, but the police say they can’t find it! The only file created recently is that stupid conversation. If they’d just let me look at my computer, I know I could figure out what's wrong with it and explain everything.
RICHARD:
That’s what I said.
KIMIKO:
At least if we still had our projects, we wouldn't fail CS442.
RICHARD:
Isn't that the least of our concerns right now?
WHIT:
It might not be. Maybe the fact that your projects aren't there is significant.
LYLE:
(NERVOUS) If they were still on your computers, they'd show you were working on your projects that night, so you couldn't have been here in Odyssey.
KIMIKO:
Though they wouldn't prove we hadn't had that instant message conversation.
RICHARD:
Still, it's too bad whoever planted the instant message logs cleared our computers of anything else--we could use any shred of evidence in our favor.
WHIT:
Hmm. Would, uh, you three excuse me for a moment? I have to make a couple of phone calls.
RICHARD:
Sure.
KIMIKO:
Thanks for bringing Lyle to get me.
WHIT:
You’re very welcome.
[WHIT goes up to his office.]
KIMIKO:
Hmm . . . evidence. Lyle, do you have my backup disk?
LYLE:
Backup disk?
KIMIKO:
The one I gave you at Richard's. It has some of my work on it--and it would show that it had been saved on Monday night. Not that it would prove that I wrote it. Or that I wasn't in Odyssey when I wrote it. Ugh, I need to sit down.
[She does.]
LYLE:
Yeah, well, I do have your disk here.
KIMIKO:
Great. Get out your laptop.
LYLE:
Umm, sure. Here.
[Lyle sets his laptop computer on the counter and turns it on.]
KIMIKO:
This is ridiculous. This time I'm not responsible for a crime, and I get blamed. And poor Richard--he's never done anything wrong. What makes anyone think they can pin a crime on him?
LYLE:
I have no idea.
RICHARD:
Well, uh.
[The computer makes an error sound, unable to access the disk.]
KIMIKO:
(LAUGHS DESPERATELY) The disk is corrupted. Beautiful.
LYLE:
Weird. It was working fine when I looked at it earlier today.
KIMIKO:
Well, you know, these things happen. To me. Always at the worst possible times. (A BEAT) I wonder if I can go in and piece together some of the information.
RICHARD:
It’s pretty garbled.
[Kimiko starts typing rapidly.]
LYLE:
I’m sorry. If only I’d copied the file onto my hard drive back when it was working. That reminds me, though--I really need to get back and work on my project. You know, so I don’t fail.
RICHARD:
Well, don’t stay here on our account. It doesn’t look like there’s anything you can do to help anyway.
LYLE:
Kimi? I mean I don't want to leave you guys or anything, but I haven't been arrested yet and, you know, I really want to pass . . .
KIMIKO:
(DISTRACTED BY WORKING ON THE COMPUTER) Huh?
LYLE:
So I'll see you guys later.
KIMIKO:
Uh-huh.
LYLE:
Umm, bye.
RICHARD:
Don't you need your computer?
LYLE:
No, Kimi can borrow it.
KIMIKO:
Oh?
[Kimiko stops typing.]
KIMIKO:
Oh. Thanks, Lyle. All right, go on. And thanks for getting me out of there.
LYLE:
You bet. Best of luck to you both.
KIMIKO:
Uh-huh.
[Kimiko starts typing again as Lyle leaves.]
RICHARD:
Bye. (A PAUSE) That was rather formal of him.
[Whit comes back.]
WHIT:
Richard, Kimiko, I just got off the phone with--where’s Lyle?
RICHARD:
Headed back to Richfield.
WHIT:
How’s he getting there?
RICHARD:
Maybe a bus.
WHIT:
Isn’t this his computer?
RICHARD:
Yeah. He’s lending it to Kimiko so she can drive herself crazy trying to retrieve data from her corrupted backup disk.
WHIT:
Backup--backup of your school project?
KIMIKO:
Mmm hmm.
WHIT:
Well, doesn’t he need his computer for his own project?
KIMIKO:
Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that.
[A click of the mouse.]
KIMIKO:
His project is on here . . . Huh. Looks like it still isn’t finished.
RICHARD:
Maybe he’s going to work on it in the computer lab.
KIMIKO:
Lyle hates the computer lab.
WHIT:
Well, speaking of your projects, I have good news.
RICHARD:
The files have turned up on our computers?
WHIT:
Well--no. But I managed to contact your professor at River Forest--Professor Cowal, right?
RICHARD:
That’s him.
WHIT:
He says he’ll give you partial credit if you can e-mail him the projects you’ve been working on. You won’t be able to go to Richfield to give your presentations, but at least he can take a look at your programs.
RICHARD:
He, uh, wants us to rewrite programs that took us all term to put together?
WHIT:
He said that he’ll accept a full description of what they will do and a partial program demonstration as long as you give him the final product at the start of next term.
RICHARD:
That assumes we won’t be in jail by then. (A BEAT) But, it’s not like we have anything better to do.
KIMIKO:
Nope. I’m all for it. It’ll keep our minds off our impending doom.
WHIT:
You can use the computer in my office, Richard. Better get started now; it’s due tomorrow morning.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S OFFICE. There is typing as Kimiko and Richard work on their projects. Whit stands nearby.]
KIMIKO:
Thank you for letting us use your office, Mister Whittaker.
WHIT:
Oh, it’s no problem. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll send for it.
RICHARD:
Is it okay if I open the window? It’s a little stuffy in here.
WHIT:
Oh, you keep working--I’ll open it.
[Whit goes to open the window.]
KIMIKO:
(QUIETLY, TO RICHARD) He’s amazing.
RICHARD:
(QUIETLY) Whit?
[Whit opens the window and sits in the corner.]
KIMIKO:
I mean, what a great guy, letting us use his office like this. Though his priorities are a little skewed. Why should we care about passing a class at a time like this?
RICHARD:
Lyle must have rubbed off on him on the way from Richfield.
KIMIKO:
Yeah. I feel like we’re building a sandcastle in the path of a tornado here, when we should be finding cover.
RICHARD:
Yeah, well, there’s no cover around so we might as well build our sandcastles while we can.
KIMIKO:
[A PAUSE] It’s a little weird how he hasn’t left the room since we started working up here. What’s he doing at that corner desk? Paying bills?
RICHARD:
I don’t think it matters.
KIMIKO:
He must care a lot about you to actually call Professor Cowal. You’re a really lucky guy, Maxwell.
RICHARD:
I am?
KIMIKO:
With friends like this--yeah. What made you leave Odyssey, anyway?
RICHARD:
Well, you know, Richfield is bigger . . . more opportunities, and things . . .
KIMIKO:
People like us make our opportunities wherever we are. (A BEAT) This is such a great shop. Ice cream and gadgets. I wish I had time to explore it.
RICHARD:
Maybe once we’ve finished this.
KIMIKO:
Yeah. Yeah, I guess we have a few days before the trial. (A BEAT) I can’t imagine going to jail, can you?
RICHARD:
I can.
KIMIKO:
Someone must really want to get rid of us.
RICHARD:
Get rid of us?
KIMIKO:
Think about it. It must have been a CS442er, trying to minimize the competition. So they frame us--somehow--plus get some cash for stealing that computer.
RICHARD:
I don’t think we’re that important.
KIMIKO:
No?
RICHARD:
No. No one considers us threatening enough to get us arrested just so they can look better in class.
KIMIKO:
All right, then, why did we get framed, then, huh? Why us?
RICHARD:
For convenience. They knew the police would look no further once they had two suspects with previous convictions.
KIMIKO:
You have a previous conviction?
RICHARD:
Yeah.
KIMIKO:
Why're you hiding it from everyone?
RICHARD:
I'm not hiding it, I'm just trying to forget about it. I’m not proud of the fact.
KIMIKO:
. . . oh. (A BEAT) You must have thought I was a real idiot, huh?
RICHARD:
Well . . .
KIMIKO:
Don’t answer that. (A BEAT) You never once bragged about getting away with anything.
RICHARD:
That’s because I never got away. I still haven’t.
KIMIKO:
(A PAUSE) Neither have I. I mean, you’re right. And if I hadn’t been such a loudmouth, whoever did this might never have known I had a record.
RICHARD:
Someone would have found out anyway. At least you were honest.
KIMIKO:
But I shouldn't have been proud of it. This--this being blamed for something I didn’t do--it makes me wish I’d never done anything wrong in the first place. As it is, I can’t feel completely innocent. I have stolen stuff in the past. And I’m sorry about it now. I think I’ll always be sorry about it.
RICHARD:
Yeah. Yeah, exactly.
[RICHFIELD. The police car pulls away.]
LYLE:
Oh, dear.
WHIT:
Can you tell me what happened?
LYLE:
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
WHIT:
Lyle?
LYLE:
Huh?
WHIT:
My name's John Whittaker. I'm a friend of Richard's.
LYLE:
Oh. So am I. Lyle Meeker. But I guess you already know that.
WHIT:
Can you tell me what happened?
LYLE:
It was just like with Richard. The police just came in--looked at her computer--found what they were looking for, I guess. And then they took her. It'll be me next, I just know it! None of us had anything to do with it--we were all working on our school projects, but independently. I--I guess I better go to Odyssey and bail Kimi out, huh? Do you know how to get to Odyssey? I've never been there.
WHIT:
Well, I'm headed back to Odyssey myself now. Why don't you come with me?
LYLE:
Oh--okay.
[Musical transition to: Richard is at the TIMOTHY CENTER, circling the chapel slowly on horseback.]
RICHARD:
Whit--wait!
[Richard hangs up the phone.]
RICHARD:
(ANNOYED SOUND)
[Aubrey rides up.]
AUBREY:
Hey--whatcha doing?
RICHARD:
Huh? Oh, hi, Aubrey. I don't know. Enjoying my freedom, I guess.
AUBREY:
It doesn't look like you're enjoying anything. You've circled the chapel like ten times now.
RICHARD:
Oh.
AUBREY:
Why don't you go in?
RICHARD:
The, uh, the horse wouldn't fit.
AUBREY:
You could tie her up out here. I'll watch her.
RICHARD:
That's . . . okay.
AUBREY:
(TACTFUL) I remembered where I heard your name before. Someone told me about you once.
RICHARD:
Oh?
AUBREY:
I bet it's weird to be back here. Considering . . .
RICHARD:
Considering I burned down Tom's barn once? Yeah.
AUBREY:
Well, I think you ought to, you know, not worry about it anymore. I mean, you've obviously changed.
RICHARD:
I wish it was that easy. I guess . . . you probably don't have a past that haunts you like this.
AUBREY:
I've done a lot of things I'd rather forget--but no, none of it haunts me. Not since I became a Christian.
RICHARD:
Really.
AUBREY:
Since then, I know I've been forgiven--by God, and by everyone else.
RICHARD:
(SINCERE) I'm happy that worked out for you. (A BEAT) But tell the Feds about forgiveness. The reason I'm in this mess right now is because I had a record--otherwise, no one would have tried to frame me. Maybe I deserve it, but . . . the point is, I wouldn't even be here if not for my past.
AUBREY:
Nobody would be where they are without their pasts.
RICHARD:
I guess not.
AUBREY:
Maybe it's meant to be. Maybe there's a reason that you ended up in Odyssey where you started out. Maybe there's a reason you're circling the chapel.
RICHARD:
Maybe . . . maybe.
AUBREY:
It only takes a little faith to believe it.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S CAR. Whit is driving Lyle.]
LYLE:
This is the college, huh? It's small.
WHIT:
Compared to River Forest, sure.
LYLE:
Nobody here looks real shaken up by the fire. It was all the way on the other side of the campus, but still.
WHIT:
Er. Yes, it was on the other side of the campus.
LYLE:
And I bet everyone's worried about their finals here, too. Isn't it horrible of me to be thinking about my final project at a time like this?
WHIT:
It's understandable.
LYLE:
I'm a terrible person. Kimiko is in jail. She and Richard won't even get to give their presentations tomorrow. And here I am, and all I can think about is how I have to pass this class. It's pathetic! What kind of a friend am I?
WHIT:
Well, you can't really blame yourself for what happened. Uh, can you?
LYLE:
(A BEAT) Well, no. Whoever did this singled out Kimiko to frame because of her past.
WHIT:
You think so, huh?
LYLE:
Yeah. And that's not my fault. I just feel like--if only I wasn't so obsessed with passing this class. To think of all the times Kimiko helped me study, and how do I pay her back?
WHIT:
Well, your bailing Kimiko out will help her.
LYLE:
Yeah, well, it's the least I can do.
WHIT:
Would you mind calling Richard on my cell phone? Tell him we'll meet him at Whit's End once we have Kimiko.
LYLE:
Sure.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S END. Downstairs at the counter, Kimiko, Richard, Lyle and Whit stand talking.]
KIMIKO:
It's crazy. My project was there on my computer this morning, but the police say they can’t find it! The only file created recently is that stupid conversation. If they’d just let me look at my computer, I know I could figure out what's wrong with it and explain everything.
RICHARD:
That’s what I said.
KIMIKO:
At least if we still had our projects, we wouldn't fail CS442.
RICHARD:
Isn't that the least of our concerns right now?
WHIT:
It might not be. Maybe the fact that your projects aren't there is significant.
LYLE:
(NERVOUS) If they were still on your computers, they'd show you were working on your projects that night, so you couldn't have been here in Odyssey.
KIMIKO:
Though they wouldn't prove we hadn't had that instant message conversation.
RICHARD:
Still, it's too bad whoever planted the instant message logs cleared our computers of anything else--we could use any shred of evidence in our favor.
WHIT:
Hmm. Would, uh, you three excuse me for a moment? I have to make a couple of phone calls.
RICHARD:
Sure.
KIMIKO:
Thanks for bringing Lyle to get me.
WHIT:
You’re very welcome.
[WHIT goes up to his office.]
KIMIKO:
Hmm . . . evidence. Lyle, do you have my backup disk?
LYLE:
Backup disk?
KIMIKO:
The one I gave you at Richard's. It has some of my work on it--and it would show that it had been saved on Monday night. Not that it would prove that I wrote it. Or that I wasn't in Odyssey when I wrote it. Ugh, I need to sit down.
[She does.]
LYLE:
Yeah, well, I do have your disk here.
KIMIKO:
Great. Get out your laptop.
LYLE:
Umm, sure. Here.
[Lyle sets his laptop computer on the counter and turns it on.]
KIMIKO:
This is ridiculous. This time I'm not responsible for a crime, and I get blamed. And poor Richard--he's never done anything wrong. What makes anyone think they can pin a crime on him?
LYLE:
I have no idea.
RICHARD:
Well, uh.
[The computer makes an error sound, unable to access the disk.]
KIMIKO:
(LAUGHS DESPERATELY) The disk is corrupted. Beautiful.
LYLE:
Weird. It was working fine when I looked at it earlier today.
KIMIKO:
Well, you know, these things happen. To me. Always at the worst possible times. (A BEAT) I wonder if I can go in and piece together some of the information.
RICHARD:
It’s pretty garbled.
[Kimiko starts typing rapidly.]
LYLE:
I’m sorry. If only I’d copied the file onto my hard drive back when it was working. That reminds me, though--I really need to get back and work on my project. You know, so I don’t fail.
RICHARD:
Well, don’t stay here on our account. It doesn’t look like there’s anything you can do to help anyway.
LYLE:
Kimi? I mean I don't want to leave you guys or anything, but I haven't been arrested yet and, you know, I really want to pass . . .
KIMIKO:
(DISTRACTED BY WORKING ON THE COMPUTER) Huh?
LYLE:
So I'll see you guys later.
KIMIKO:
Uh-huh.
LYLE:
Umm, bye.
RICHARD:
Don't you need your computer?
LYLE:
No, Kimi can borrow it.
KIMIKO:
Oh?
[Kimiko stops typing.]
KIMIKO:
Oh. Thanks, Lyle. All right, go on. And thanks for getting me out of there.
LYLE:
You bet. Best of luck to you both.
KIMIKO:
Uh-huh.
[Kimiko starts typing again as Lyle leaves.]
RICHARD:
Bye. (A PAUSE) That was rather formal of him.
[Whit comes back.]
WHIT:
Richard, Kimiko, I just got off the phone with--where’s Lyle?
RICHARD:
Headed back to Richfield.
WHIT:
How’s he getting there?
RICHARD:
Maybe a bus.
WHIT:
Isn’t this his computer?
RICHARD:
Yeah. He’s lending it to Kimiko so she can drive herself crazy trying to retrieve data from her corrupted backup disk.
WHIT:
Backup--backup of your school project?
KIMIKO:
Mmm hmm.
WHIT:
Well, doesn’t he need his computer for his own project?
KIMIKO:
Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that.
[A click of the mouse.]
KIMIKO:
His project is on here . . . Huh. Looks like it still isn’t finished.
RICHARD:
Maybe he’s going to work on it in the computer lab.
KIMIKO:
Lyle hates the computer lab.
WHIT:
Well, speaking of your projects, I have good news.
RICHARD:
The files have turned up on our computers?
WHIT:
Well--no. But I managed to contact your professor at River Forest--Professor Cowal, right?
RICHARD:
That’s him.
WHIT:
He says he’ll give you partial credit if you can e-mail him the projects you’ve been working on. You won’t be able to go to Richfield to give your presentations, but at least he can take a look at your programs.
RICHARD:
He, uh, wants us to rewrite programs that took us all term to put together?
WHIT:
He said that he’ll accept a full description of what they will do and a partial program demonstration as long as you give him the final product at the start of next term.
RICHARD:
That assumes we won’t be in jail by then. (A BEAT) But, it’s not like we have anything better to do.
KIMIKO:
Nope. I’m all for it. It’ll keep our minds off our impending doom.
WHIT:
You can use the computer in my office, Richard. Better get started now; it’s due tomorrow morning.
[Musical transition to: WHIT’S OFFICE. There is typing as Kimiko and Richard work on their projects. Whit stands nearby.]
KIMIKO:
Thank you for letting us use your office, Mister Whittaker.
WHIT:
Oh, it’s no problem. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll send for it.
RICHARD:
Is it okay if I open the window? It’s a little stuffy in here.
WHIT:
Oh, you keep working--I’ll open it.
[Whit goes to open the window.]
KIMIKO:
(QUIETLY, TO RICHARD) He’s amazing.
RICHARD:
(QUIETLY) Whit?
[Whit opens the window and sits in the corner.]
KIMIKO:
I mean, what a great guy, letting us use his office like this. Though his priorities are a little skewed. Why should we care about passing a class at a time like this?
RICHARD:
Lyle must have rubbed off on him on the way from Richfield.
KIMIKO:
Yeah. I feel like we’re building a sandcastle in the path of a tornado here, when we should be finding cover.
RICHARD:
Yeah, well, there’s no cover around so we might as well build our sandcastles while we can.
KIMIKO:
[A PAUSE] It’s a little weird how he hasn’t left the room since we started working up here. What’s he doing at that corner desk? Paying bills?
RICHARD:
I don’t think it matters.
KIMIKO:
He must care a lot about you to actually call Professor Cowal. You’re a really lucky guy, Maxwell.
RICHARD:
I am?
KIMIKO:
With friends like this--yeah. What made you leave Odyssey, anyway?
RICHARD:
Well, you know, Richfield is bigger . . . more opportunities, and things . . .
KIMIKO:
People like us make our opportunities wherever we are. (A BEAT) This is such a great shop. Ice cream and gadgets. I wish I had time to explore it.
RICHARD:
Maybe once we’ve finished this.
KIMIKO:
Yeah. Yeah, I guess we have a few days before the trial. (A BEAT) I can’t imagine going to jail, can you?
RICHARD:
I can.
KIMIKO:
Someone must really want to get rid of us.
RICHARD:
Get rid of us?
KIMIKO:
Think about it. It must have been a CS442er, trying to minimize the competition. So they frame us--somehow--plus get some cash for stealing that computer.
RICHARD:
I don’t think we’re that important.
KIMIKO:
No?
RICHARD:
No. No one considers us threatening enough to get us arrested just so they can look better in class.
KIMIKO:
All right, then, why did we get framed, then, huh? Why us?
RICHARD:
For convenience. They knew the police would look no further once they had two suspects with previous convictions.
KIMIKO:
You have a previous conviction?
RICHARD:
Yeah.
KIMIKO:
Why're you hiding it from everyone?
RICHARD:
I'm not hiding it, I'm just trying to forget about it. I’m not proud of the fact.
KIMIKO:
. . . oh. (A BEAT) You must have thought I was a real idiot, huh?
RICHARD:
Well . . .
KIMIKO:
Don’t answer that. (A BEAT) You never once bragged about getting away with anything.
RICHARD:
That’s because I never got away. I still haven’t.
KIMIKO:
(A PAUSE) Neither have I. I mean, you’re right. And if I hadn’t been such a loudmouth, whoever did this might never have known I had a record.
RICHARD:
Someone would have found out anyway. At least you were honest.
KIMIKO:
But I shouldn't have been proud of it. This--this being blamed for something I didn’t do--it makes me wish I’d never done anything wrong in the first place. As it is, I can’t feel completely innocent. I have stolen stuff in the past. And I’m sorry about it now. I think I’ll always be sorry about it.
RICHARD:
Yeah. Yeah, exactly.