INT. LIVING ROOM - DUSK

John, a somewhat fashionable 33 year old millenial, sits across the dining table from Cree, a somewhat unfashionable yet ageless woman.

JOHN
Uh huh. And so what do you call yourself then?

CREE
Well, despite the many, many names I have been called, I've always referred to myself as Cree.

JOHN
Mmm. Just so I'm understanding what you're saying. You want me to lead your army.

CREE
I apologize for not being clear. No, I want you to feed my army.

JOHN
(in disbelief)
FEED your army. Right.

(angrily)
With what, exactly?!

CREE
With violence preferrably. But a lot of people have used faith. Faith works too.

JOHN
Faith works too. But I am not a man of faith, Cree. Honestly.

CREE
And yet here I am, John. Existing. Right in front of you. In your living room.

John pulls a gun from underneath the table.

JOHN
Fuck you.

CREE
John.

beat

If you love me, keep my commands.

JOHN
Well. Like I was saying earlier...

beat

Fuck you.