SABRE now holding the TUBE in both hands, looking at it thoughtfully, as WESTFIELD speaks.
WESTFIELD is still eyeing the TUBE with suspicion.
1. WESTFIELD: The key, then. You know who holds it?
SABRE sets the TUBE down gently on the TABLE.
2. SABRE: Not a clue.
SABRE grins at WESTFIELD.
3. SABRE: But what is a key without its lock?
4. SABRE: Much like lovers, eager to be reunited…
On the TUBE, resting on the table. What secrets does it hold?
5. SABRE: What we need, West, is someone who can
hear their cries.