COCOA

(SOUND OF TWO CUPS BEING POURED. CLINK OF PORCELAIN. SOUNDS OF SLURPING BY APPROXIMATELY TWO PEOPLE)

INTERVIEWER

(SATISFIED SIGH) Ahhhh!

ALVINA

Ahhhh!

INTERVIEWER

Cocoa from Les Deux Magots. The epitome of bliss, the pinnacle of creation, the- (ALVINA INTERRUPTS HIM)

ALVINA

(CALMLY) We're down to our last thermos.

INTERVIEWER

(SHOCKED, UPSET) What? Impossible! Put in an order to Paris right away! Chop chop, vite vite! Delivery takes ten hours at least! What are you waiting-(ALVINA INTERRUPTS HIM AGAIN)

ALVINA

No.

INTERVIEWER

(CONFUSED) No?

ALVINA

No. We haven't had any new clients in over a month. Until business picks up we have to tighten our belts.

INTERVIEWER

(GRAVE VOICE) But I can't work without cocoa!

ALVINA

You're not working. Not at the moment.

INTERVIEWER

(UPSET) Because we haven't had any clients!

ALVINA

(EQUALLY UPSET) Because you turned them all down!

INTERVIEWER

(FRUSTRATED) But they were so boring!

ALVINA

It can't be Jimmy Hoffa and D.B Cooper every day!

INTERVIEWER

Making people disappear is an art!

ALVINA

Yeah. I'm just saying, it can't be parachutes and plane hijackings all the time. We have to take on some good old bread and butter disappearances to keep the lights on around here.

(SCOFFS)

Or, in our case, to keep the cocoa flowing.

INTERVIEWER

Okay. Next client who contacts us, I'll take on their case.

ALVINA

You promise?

INTERVIEWER

I promise.

(DEADLY SERIOUS)

Now give me the last of that cocoa.

(TELEPHONE RINGS, KEEPS RINGING)

ALVINA

Ha! It looks like we have a client...

(THE RINGING OF THE TELEPHONE FADES INTO MUSIC)