[Cassel laughs - good-natured, teasing, but not mocking - and turns the cigarette around in Beyond's hand, then points on his own, tapping some ash off the end onto the porch.]
Don't smoke this end. You'll hate me forever. Here, just - hold still.
[Very carefully, he positions the cigarette between Beyond's fingers and lights it with a quick, practiced motion.]
action.
Don't smoke this end. You'll hate me forever. Here, just - hold still.
[Very carefully, he positions the cigarette between Beyond's fingers and lights it with a quick, practiced motion.]
Okay, okay. Go.