Setup: Clark is sitting at the same table from scene 1, he is eating a bun and drinking a beer. On his right he has a newspaper, and he is skimming through it out of the corner of his eye. After a minute or two, James enters the stage wearing a long trench coat and a hat. He looks like he's cold, and he rubs his hands together.
Clark: Where the hell have you been mate? I've been looking all over for ya'.
James: I've been out all day thinking.
Clark (laughing): That's a first buddy, come up with anything good? The cure for cancer maybe, or a way to solve world poverty?
James: Maybe not world poverty, but certainly ours.
Clark: Really? Well you have my attention, cause I certainly don't have any plans.
James: We're going to start a business, you and I, what do you say?
Clark spits out his drink
Clark: Come again aye, cause I heard start a business. So either I'm wrong or you've lost it mate.
James: Aw give me a break, it's no like you have any better plans.
Clark: Even if I agreed, what the hell would we do for a business?
James: Well I haven't worked out all the details yet, but I heard a chap at the store complaining about that cheap brown paper packaging, that they use for all the meat. You know how it always crumples and gets stuck in your ground beef.
Clark: Ya It's bloody anoyin', always gettin' stuck in my teeth, ruinin' my meal
James: What if we started a packing business, and did something different, something that people are going to like.
Clark sits for a while, thinking
Clark: You know it ain't a bad idea. But how are we going to manage it, just the two of us
James: Well I'm fairly good with money, so I'll manage the economic part of it. You can be the CEO, and there's plenty of unemployed immigrants all over downtown, so finding cheap work force wont be a problem.
Clark: Ok I'll admit you came up with a plan, but you're missing a point.
James: What do you mean?
Clark: Where the hell are two piss poor idiots like us going to get the money to afford a business?
James: There is a way, but you might not like it.
Clark: What do ya mean, you want us to rob a bank or somethin' ?
James: No, much worse. The only way for us to do this, is to sell the apartment, and live at the office we'll buy.
Short break of utter silence
Clark: Well ain't that just great
James: Clark wait, before you say anything
Clark: No I think it's my turn now, you've said enough.
Clark: No to hell with your but's. What do ya take me for, a complete idiot? You think you can come here with some great plan, and expect me not to care about the details. No mate you're gonna have to do better than that, because if you don't have a bulletproof plan, I ain't sellin' shit for it. Am I clear?
James: I thought you'd say something like that, so prepared accordingly.
James withdraws a piece of paper from his jacket, and put it on the table in front of Clark. Clark picks it up, and starts reading it with an astonished face.
James: I'm sorry but it was the only way. We wont make it another week here, so there is no time to wait.
Clark: You sold the apartment
James: Yes, I sold it and bought a small office near the Main Street
Clark: YOU SOLD THE FUCKIN' APARTMENT WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST?
James: Yes I did, now you can choose to either stay here and whither away on what little you have left, or you can join me and we can make a living together. It's really that simple.
Clark: GET OUT, AND DON'T YOU DARE SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN. I HAVE NOTHING NOW, I'LL HAVE TO LIVE ON THE BLOODY STREET. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?
James: I'm sorry Clark I really am, but I'm not staying here another day, I'm not living another week on your sorry pay. There's no future here, nowhere to go. We passed the finish line of this place long ago, and now we're just postponing the inevitable. So I'm leaving now, I'm going to make a living out there, and you have a chance to join now.
A short pause
James: Look Clark, we've been through a lot, we've been together since we were both straight out of college. That's ten years of work, and what did we accomplish. Look around you Clark, look where you're sitting, look what you're doing. Is this where you wanted to go when you held that speech at graduation, was this your dream? Cause it wasn't mine, I'm going to get mine, and you can follow if you want to.
James leaves the scene, but grabs his coat at he leaves. Clark sits for a minute or two in silence, then he throws his bottle against the wall, and stands up flipping the table as he goes. He walks around the room in rage for a minute, before he leaves the scene. The scene ends.