ROS (Dumbly) Eighty-five in a row?   Tails?   GUIL Yes!   What would you think?   ROS (Doubtfully) Well&hellip (Jocularly) Well, I'd have a good look at your coins for a start!   GUIL (Retiring) I'm relieved.   At least we can still count on self-interest as a predictable factor&hellip I suppose it's the last to go.   Your capacity for trust made me wonder if perhaps&hellip you, alone&hellip (He turns on him suddenly, reached out a hand.)   Touch.   (ROS clasps his hand.   GUIL pulls him up to him.   More intensely) We have been spinning coins together since -- ( He releases him almost as violently.)   This is not the first time we have spun coins!   ROS Oh no -- we've been spinning coins for as long as I remember.   GUIL How long is that?   ROS I forget.     mind you -- eighty-five times!     GUIL Yes?   ROS It'll take some beating, I imagine.   GUIL Is that what you imagine?   Is that it?   No fear?   ROS Fear?   GUIL (In fury -- flings a coin on the ground) Fear!   The crack that might flood your brain with light!   ROS Heads&hellip (He puts it in his bag.)   (GUIL sits despondently.   He takes a coin, spins it, lets it fall between his feet.   He looks at it, picks it up, throws it to ROS, who puts it in his bag.   GUIL takes another coin, spins it, catches it, turns it over on to his other hand, looks at it, and throws it to ROS who puts it in his bag.