Pamela is sweeping the living room, wearing an apron and curlers in her hair. Vera is lying on the couch, idly, listening to Tina Turner's "Private Dancer". She shakes her head and feet in time to the music.

Upset, Pamela turns off the radio and asks: "You keep listening to music just like your father! Isn't there anything to do?"

Vera straightens up on the sofa. "Hey, why did you turn off the radio? Am I to blame if I have to stay hidden at home?"

"Why can't the cop accompany you to the supermarket?"

"Because I don't just stay in the warehouse. I have other places to go, and...