We were at the climax of our play, "Waiting for Wednesday." So, uh, let's start again. There's a knock on the door. The maid answers. She opens the door. It's our hero, Douglas. His eyes are blackened, both arms are broken, his face is a bloody mess. Weakly, he speaks.
Douglas - Actor
They did it again. They took me to their back room and beat me. They used rubber hoses, brass knuckles, blackjacks. They beat me Sunday, they beat me Monday, and again today. But they were surprised to find me - waiting for ...