GUY RAPHAELSON:
((A long, grueling day of phone-conversations, complete with telecommunications breakdown and, thanks to the rapidly developing international marketing aspects of Broken Arsed Mountain, a phenomenal language barrier later, Guy Raphaelson sits in a silent office, nursing a rapidly developing headache with whatever means he has available. He considers loosening his tie but thinks better on it.))
((He opens the window to let in some cool air and along with it enters the musical notes of Max Raabe and the band.))
%% Well, that's soothing, at least. %%
((Guy starts to put all his files back into their correct order, first alphabetically, then by date, taking some small pleasure in the little ritual that sets his mind at ease. His mind begins to drift however... he finds himself thinking of getting back home.))
%% Home? That trailer? I wouldn't hardly call that home? %%
((Guy realizes with a start that he calls it home because that is where Lucise is, and he nearly drops everything on the floor. He calms himself down a bit, stacks the papers neatly in his briefcase, buttons up his blazer and heads out the door.))