“Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel and become part of a new skyscraper?” asks Roger. “Or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death?”
Eve stands up, ready to swing at Roger. Roger blocks her hand.
“Who are you kidding?” asks Roger. “You have no feelings to hurt.”
Eve sits back down in her chair.
Vandamm looks at Roger.
In the audience, The Professor is seated with another colleague from his earlier office meeting.
“Mister Kaplan,” says Vandamm,” we have had just about enough of you.”
“Then why don’t you send for the police?” asks Roger.
Valerian stands at the far end of the auction house.
“Oh, that’s the last thing you’d want, isn’t it?” asks Roger. “Me, in the hands of the police. There’s something I might tell them. And that’s the reason you had this one hustle me on the train,” he continues, pointing at Eve.
“Something seems to tell me I’ve got a much better chance at survival if I go to the police,” continues Roger.
Roger rubs Eve’s back. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Don’t think it wasn’t nice,” says Roger, sarcastically.
Roger walks through the audience, headed for the door. Valerian is at the door. He reaches into his jacket pocket.