Hitch leans over attentively. Let's go in my office. The walls have ears. He's a funny guy. Maybe we should make him do a comedy.
Hitch opens the stall and goes to the sink.
His massive thick hands hold a bar of soap under running water, as he rubs them clean like Lady Macbeth. His eyes rise to study his reflection in the full walled mirror. He calmly regards himself, without a trace of self-doubt, like a fat Narcissus.