I have written the first draft of a second Bad Side script. It follows Dee on the train with Apollo north out of the city.
The train inches past the soot and cables, the decrepit buildings, twisted rust jutting out, bottles and shards, an animal skull on an electrical box, and then is on a bridge. DEE wraps her hand, stiff and fat, in a sweatshirt. The conductor approaches, his hat pushed forward; he is older with a thin face and empty eyes.
CONDUCTOR: Which is it? You threw it away or you gave it to the other guy?
DEE pulls her dress out from her legs. There is a stain on the waist. It looks like blood.
DEE: I didn’t think I needed it.
CONDUCTOR: Where are you going?
CONDUCTOR: Got on at Penn? (He looks down the aisle and then back at DEE) I have to write you up,
DEE: What does that mean?
There is a long pause as CONDUCTOR writes out the slip and then hands it to DEE.
CONDUCTOR: You mail it back to the address at the bottom.
DEE: Mail it?
CONDUCTOR: The fine.
DEE: Can I get a water from you?