Eerie strings. The sound of Arthur's uneven breathing. He takes a step to steady himself, shoes tapping lightly on the wood floor.
John: Arthur. I've told you.
Arthur: I-... I can't.
John: Yes you can, Arthur.
Arthur's breath hitches sharply.
Arthur: I can't!
John: Arthur, you can; just aim straight and you can't miss them! Do it, Arthur!
Arthur: John, you don't understand, I-
John: Do it!
There's a split-second break in the audio. Then, the clamor of a crowded bowling alley. Pins being knocked over in nearby lanes. Arthur stomps his foot, exasperated.
Arthur: I can't see the fucking pins, John!












