Chance shatters the singular gamble of a narrative coded in an empty room where nothing has happened--a geometric locus without existence which wraps itself around raptures and endings.
SCENE 39: INCIDENTAL CHAOS (AN EXQUISITE CORPSE IN FIVE TAKES)
Ann Lee: (head down, turns back to camera, a cheap gun shot sound)
Ann Lee: Somehow it seemed so perfect. Thousand of citizens running themselves to exhaustion.
Ann Lee: Well, I mean this doesn't sound like a threat, but it's the way he said it. The way is was delivered.
Wally: What did he say?
Ann Lee: When I saw her a tv, I realized I was still bitter over her treatment of me.
Marine: What makes you think you got the right guy?
Ann Lee: The wrong one would have left by now.