START: Michael: (In a desperate panic) Donald! Donald! DONALD! DONALD! (Donald puts down his drink and rushes to Michael. Michael is now white with fear and tears are bursting from his eyes. He begins to gasp his words) Oh no! No! What have I done! Oh, my God, what have I done!

(Michael writhing. Donald holds him, cradles him in his arms.)

Donald: Michael! Michael!

Michael: (Weeping) Oh, no! NO! It’s the beginning! The liquor is starting to wear off and the anxiety is beginning! Oh, NO! No! I feel it! I know it’s going to happen. Donald! Donald! Don’t leave me! Please! Please! Oh, my God, what have I done! Oh Jesus, the guilt! I can’t handle it anymore. I won’t make it!

[... … …]

Donald: Did he ever tell you why he was crying on the phone--what it was he had to tell you?

Michael: No. It