SCENE: Mitch BERG is shopping for a suit. As he pokes through a rack of jackets, Avery LIBRELLE wanders around the corner, distacted, nearly bumping into him.
BERG: Oh, sh…shuper amazing to see you, Avery.
LIBRELLE: Don’t give me the happy talk. What about the charges against you?
BERG: Charges? Oh, do tell.
LIBRELLE: Miss Lyudmila Korolevska says you tried to kiss her against her will, and told her an unwelcome dirty joke at a party.
BERG: Huh. Never met anyone named Lyud…er, Korolevska.
LIBRELLE: It was at a party in either Yalta, Kilpyavr or Novisibirsk in 1983.
BERG: Huh. I was in college in rural North Dakota in 1983. Nowhere near Russia.
LIBRELLE: Don’t evade the question!
BERG: What question?
LIBRELLE: Why did you sexually assault Miss Shtolipinska?
BERG: Wasn’t her name just Korolevska
LIBRELLE: She goes back and forth on that.
BERG: Huh. So you don’t know her name, it took place in one of three places…
LIBRELLE: Or maybe Smolensk.
BERG: …four places that I have never been, at times when I couldn’t have been there, doing things I just don’t do.
LIBRELLE: I believe accusers!
BERG: Of course you do. Accusers like Karen Monahan?
LIBRELLE: SLUT! WHORE! CAPITALIST TOOL!
BERG: Of course she is.
STORE STAFFER: Er, Ma’am…(Confused)…sir…um [Looks at BERG, perplexed. BERG shrugs], er, loud person?
LIBRELLE: [Exasperated, to both] Oh, you people and your privilege!