<tracking and parsing>
“Hey, Fidelio!  Big catch, Big Man!  Saw you on the news.  Let me buy you a drink.”
“Hey, thanks.  Maybe next time.”
“Come on!  You can leave after one—no rounds to buy!”
“Thanks, Pepe, but I can’t.”
“You don’t want a drink?”
“Like I want air.  But I can’t.”
<quick flash:  amphibicopter lights swinging awkwardly through night sky.  Suddenly the side of a ferry terminal jumps out of the darkness, shockingly close.>
“Come on—just one!  One can’t hurt!”
<Single headlight shattering in infinitely slow motion.  Glass starring, going white, bursting out in slow motion, a white flower, a glass firecracker.  Sparkling and spitting, naked wires burning in the long fall to the water.>
“One can’t hurt!”
<pretty dark haired woman pinned in a twisted crumple of metal.  Pretty dark eyes wide, sliding down into the dark water.>
“One can’t hurt!”
<Big hand, Fidelio’s big hand, scrabbling at the locked amphibicopter door.>
“One can’t hurt!”
<A tall blue glass, vermouth and sloe gin with a twist.>
“One can’t hurt!”
<pretty dark eyes wide, sliding under the water.>
“One can’t hurt!”
<the tall blue glass>
“Okay.  Okay.  Just one.  This time, just one.  But you got to promise, just one.”
“Yeah sure okay!  Whatever you say, Big Man!  Just one, man.  Just one can’t hurt.”
<glass falling—white rain into black water.>