INT. REPAIR SHOP FOR FORKLIFTS - NIGHT

Vera storms into the room, throwing the door open with force, making lot of noise. The mechanic jumps up, startled.

VERA

What's the fucking problem this time?

MECHANIC

Your computer box is broken again. The forklift won't start. That's the problem with your system. It's all nice as long as everything works, but when the box breaks, nothing works.

VERA

Yeah yeah yeah. Have you checked that it is the box this time? You don't want me to be woken up in the middle of the night if it's not the box.

MECHANIC

Er, sure I've checked. It's the box.

VERA

Okay, get out of my way.

Vera pulls off her sweatshirt and tosses it into her locker. She pulls on her workshirt, grabs her tool belt. She lifts the hood of the forklift expertly, not looking at her hands and glaring at the mechaninc. She dives under and leisurely examines the engine's guts, taking measurements with an electrical meter and tinkering with various tools. Eventually she comes up for air, with her clothes and face smeared with engine grease. She is silent, takes off her glasses, cleans them with a handkerchief, and puts them back on. She waits for the mechanic to meet her gaze and flicks her chin, so as to say to him, “Check this out.” He obeys. He tries to take a look, but Vera grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him on his toes.

VERA
(Slow, threatening voice)

You utter idiotic fucking half-brained baboon. You cretin. You incompetent gelatinous auto-lobotimized waste of oxygen. It was not the fucking box. It was a fucking misconnected wire. Again. Fucking again.

MECHANIC
(Panicing)

No, I swear, I checked everything. Jesus, lady...

VERA
(Interrupting)

Oh you did, did you. Shut the fuck up.

Vera drags the mechanic inside the forklift engine by the scruff of his neck.

VERA

See here? See this wire? It's supposed to over there. And that wire over there needs to go here? See? Or are you blind in addition to being stupid?

MECHANIC

But I could have sworn...

VERA

Don't swear. It's fucking impolite.

They step out from under the hood. Vera pulls his head back by the hair and talks into his ear.

VERA

Now listen carefully, asswipe, I shall say this only once. If you ever, ever again have me be woken up in the middle of the night to come and fix your mistakes, I will hurt you... so much that you'd rather be castrated with a dull spoon. Got it?

MECHANIC

Er, yes.

Vera throws the mechanic on the floor.

VERA

Now go sit in a corner while I fix the wires. You shouldn't go near any equipment more complicated than a balloon.

Vera goes back under the hood and fiddles with things, then closes the hood and leaves.

CUT TO BOX INSIDE FORKLIFT

There is a digital clock ticking on the box.