(A man, JONAH, sits on a bench.  He eats from a bag of chips.  He’s at a baseball game.)

(RUTH approaches.)

RUTH

I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

JONAH

I left you a note.

(He takes a pointed bite of chips.)

RUTH

Under a pile of books.

JONAH

So?  You found it.

RUTH

Come on, we have to go.

JONAH

The game.

RUTH

No one expects you to watch the game today.

JONAH

The kids from Assumption are finally about to go down. 

RUTH

Jonah, we have to go.

JONAH

No, I don’t have to go.

RUTH

It’s important.

JONAH

It’s the bottom of the ninth. You know what that means, Ruthie.

RUTH

Yeah. It’s the last possible moment for change. Come on, it’s your last chance.

JONAH

My being there won’t change anything.

RUTH

Don’t say that.

JONAH

Okay.

(JONAH eats more chips crunching  loudly. RUTH grabs the chip bag  from JONAH and throws it on the ground.)

RUTH

An hour from now, your brother is going to sit in the electric chair. And you sit here watching a damn baseball game, eating chips!

JONAH

I told you, the game’s not over.

RUTH

People are expecting you to speak out for your brother’s life. You’re going to regret not showing up.

JONAH

It’s a losing game, Ruthie.

RUTH

You still got to show up for it. As long as he’s alive, there’s some kind of hope something will happen.  At least to show your brother your love. You used to tell me love is a game of hope.

JONAH

I don’t play very well anymore, baby. I never did really.

RUTH

No, you’re a great player. That never changes.

(RUTH reaches for his  hand. Tugs gently at  him to make him stand  up. JONAH does.)

(BLACKOUT)