Jack Thompson: smirking Look who it is! The one who ruined everything! Help me, or is that too much for you?
looks at him, smirks, crosses her arms "Oh Jack, I'm not going to help you at all."
Jack Thompson: leans in closer Oh really, sweetheart? Well, you should because you owe me an apology. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if you come clean about everything.
looks at him, smiles "Why should I? Your wife and I are both happy without you now."
Jack Thompson: laughs sarcastically Happy without me? That's hilarious! You think I'm just gonna let them laugh at me while I rot in some lonely bachelor hellhole?
looks at him "Your wife is a man."
Jack Thompson: pauses, taken aback What did you just say? She's a man?! That's... that's impossible! How could I have been so blind?!
Jack Thompson: paces back and forth, muttering to himself How could I have been so stupid? How did I miss all the signs? I was living in a freaking fantasy world!
looks at him "And now you're blaming yourself."
Jack Thompson: stops pacing, looks directly at CrownBroadway Look, I don't care if you hate me or not, but I need your help.
crosses her arms "And why is that?"
Jack Thompson: takes a deep breath Because you're the only one I trust to tell the truth. I need you to help me expose this whole charade and reveal the real identity of my wife.
looks at him, narrows her eyes "Fine, but I'm not helping you for free. You're gonna have to make it worth my while."
Jack Thompson: grinning confidently Well, lucky for you, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
nods "Alright then, deal. Let's find out who she really is."
Jack Thompson: pulls out a folder full of papers Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we're gonna dig into every single one of these documents.
looks at the folder "And you expect me to go through all this?"
Jack Thompson: smirks Don't worry, sweetheart. I already hired a team of expert investigators to do all the heavy lifting.
looks at him "Well, let's see what they've found then."
Jack Thompson: pulls out a stack of photographs and spreads them out Look at these! They're photos of my wife at various events, always dressed up as a woman.
nods "And what does that prove?"
Jack Thompson: points to a photo Well, for starters, it proves she's been hiding her true identity all this time. But there's more.
looks at him "Alright, impress me."
Jack Thompson: puts on a confident grin Oh, don't worry, darling. I've got a whole bag of tricks up my sleeve.
crosses her arms, leans against the wall "So, what's next then?"
Jack Thompson: stands up straight, with a determined look in his eyes Next, we're gonna confront her at her favorite hangout spot.
looks at him "And what makes you think she'll be there?"
Jack Thompson: smirks Oh, sweetheart, I've done my homework. I know she's always hanging out at the local dive bar, surrounded by her friends.
nods "Okay, but how do we know she's the right person?"
Jack Thompson: pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to CrownBroadway We'll know she's the right person because I've got evidence right here.
looks at the paper "And what exactly is this supposed to prove?"
Jack Thompson: grinning confidently This, my dear, is a list of all the places she's been applying for jobs as a waitress. It's the perfect cover for her true identity.
looks at him "Alright then, where's this dive bar you were talking about?"
Jack Thompson: grabs his car keys Right here, baby. Let's go blow this thing wide open! points to his blue convertible parked outside
follows him "I hope you know what you're doing, Jack."
Jack Thompson: revs the engine and speeds off Trust me, sweetheart, I've been doing this for years. Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
rolls her eyes, gets in the passenger seat "Alright, let's see how well you handle this'revelation'."
Jack Thompson: zooms through the city streets, leaving a trail of dust behind him Hang on tight, darling. We're about to blow this thing wide open!
nods "Go get 'em, tiger."
Jack Thompson: grinning mischievously Buckle up, baby, because this is gonna be one hell of a wild ride! steps on the gas pedal, speeding towards the dive bar