Theater Dimly lit prison kitchen. It is after hours, and only a skeleton crew is on hand: RAY and ANGELA. They are inside the kitchen, but the spotlight is on TOM and GARY, who sit across from each other in the dining room just outside.

Characters

TOM: Inmate at Phoenix Prison Complex, serving a life sentence for murder.

GARY: Inmate at Phoenix Prison Complex, serving 15 years for assault and battery.

ANGELA: Kitchen worker, 30-year-old female

RAY: Corrections officer, 28-year-old male

Scene 1: Pizza Night

TOM: Tonight's the night.

GARY: Tonight?

TOM: Tonight. You remember what we talked about, right?

GARY: Right.

TOM: What do you mean, "right"? Well? What did I tell you?

GARY: We wait until 2AM.

TOM: Well what time is it, genius?

GARY (looking at a watch that doesn't exist, as his wrists are bare): I don't know.

TOM (exasperated): What time do you get off work?

GARY: What time did I get off work? Uh, today's Friday, right?

TOM: No, it's Saturday. (shouting) WHO CARES WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK IT IS?

GARY: Because sometimes I work until midnight and sometimes until

TOM: Gary, Gary, Gary, are you nervous? Are you going to fuck this up for us? Don't fuck this up, Gary! Don't screw me over Gary! Because if you screw me over

GARY: I ain't screwin' no one over, Tom....

I don't know what day of the week it is. Oh wait!
TOM (looking around, thinking Gary saw someone or something): What? What is it?

GARY: We had pizza for dinner.

TOM: So? So what! What does that have to do with anything, you idiot?

GARY: Friday is pizza night. It's Friday.

TOM: No it ain't, it's Saturday. We don't always have pizza on Friday. I went to class today. I never go to class on Friday because I'm working the license plate factory on GARY: What is it? What is it, Tom?

TOM: I don't know what day it is either, you know.

GARY: You sure tonight's the night?

TOM: Sure, why not? We've got to do it sometime, right?

GARY: Got to.

(Pause in conversation as the spotlight dims on TOM and GARY, and a soft light illuminates the face of ANGELA, the kitchen worker and REYNOLD, the night guard. Reynold pats Angela on the behind)

ANGELA: NO! Ray, leave me alone! Not here, not at work!

REYNOLD: What's wrong Angie? I thought you liked doing it in public places.

ANGELA; Ray, I said not here. You call this a public place? How can you get horny in a place like this anyway? You're some sicko. Sometimes I think maybe you're the one who needs to be on the inside for a change.

RAY: Shut up, you know I don't like you joking about that shit.

ANGELA: Sorry, Ray. But please leave me alone! I have work to do. I…