Daniel and Thomas are sitting in a room. Thomas is smoking a cigar.
Thomas- How’s the wife?
Daniel- Good thank you. Your son?
Thomas- God only knows, he’s a wild spirit that boy.
Daniel- We’re all boys to you.
Thomas- in fact, I believe he’s a few years older than you. Quite the lad.
Thomas- I heard some disturbing news from Mrs Queen the other day when I bumped into her.
Daniel- You did? I am afraid I’m unaware of such news.
Thomas- concerning you, actually.
Takes a long drag from the cigar.
Daniel-Is there something wrong?
Thomas- Just that she feels a little lonely, with you always going out to work.
Thomas- Maybe you should spend some more time with her.
Daniel- Of course, I’m always trying to get things done as quickly as possible, I can understand how she feels.
Thomas- I told her I’ll stop calling you so much.
Daniel- She must be confused.
Thomas- Of course.
Another silence as Thomas drags on his cigar, sending smoke into the room.
Would you like a whiskey?
Daniel- Yes, please. Let me get it.
Daniel gets up and pours two whiskeys from a tray on top of some cupboards.
Thomas- You ever thought you’d be where you are?
Daniel- It’s what I wanted from a young age.
Thomas- most boys in your position do, I guess.
Daniel- And you weren’t in my position?
Thomas- Alliances can be dangerous things.
Daniel- Picking the wrong side can be just as bad.
Thomas- What’s the wrong side?
Daniel- The losing one.
Thomas- A school boys answer. An answer of a safeguarded childhood, privileges.
Daniel- So what is the right one?
Thomas (regains control)– The right side is where your heart belongs. Not your head with your insatiable need for power, or your gut that keeps you from death. It’s more complex than our primitive instincts.
Daniel- What happened to your drive?
Thomas- I went somewhere it was needed to stay alive. I’ve hated it ever since.
Daniel- How did you go into politics?
Thomas- It was expected.
Daniel- No one else is going to do it.
Thomas- I half wish they would.
Daniel- I think you may really have lost it.
Thomas- Open your mind, my boy.
Daniel- To a handful of half-witted people.
Thomas- If that’s what you believe, then why are you here? Do I need to ask?