The ground floor of Kewl Beanz! It is shortly before one p.m., and the Foxster is pacing back and forth at the foot of the stairs... and singing.
Foxster (to the tune of "Trouble" from "The Music Man"): Ohhh, we got trouble! Yesss, we got trouble! With a capital "T" and that rhynes with "B" and that stands for Beat... (Tara enters and stares at him.) ...nik.
Tara: Have you lost your mind?
Foxster: Working on it.
Tara: What's going on upstairs?
Foxster: There are four guys up there in your little beatnik haven, having way too much fun.
Tara: Who are they?
Foxster: I don't think three of them are anyone we'd know, but the fourth one, according to Kato's description... Well, you'd never believe it.
Tara (heading for the stairs): So, let's get up there!
Foxster: Hold it. I don't want you to get hurt. (pause) Or me, either, frankly.
Tara: You're kidding, right? After I've been trained by Kato for all this time? Let's go! (Tara takes the Foxster's hand, and they ascend the stairs side by side.)
* * * * *
The upstairs "beatnik haven," as the Foxster described it. Two men are playing pool, while drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes. Two other men are acting like overgrown children, kicking over chairs, breaking glasses, etc. Tara and the Foxster open the door.
Foxster (calmly): Okay, guys, enough's enough...
Tara (impatiently): I don't think they even heard you, hon. (screaming) HEY, YOU JERKS! THAT'S ENOUGH! KNOCK IT OFF!
The two men who are basically raising 47 kinds of hell stop what they're doing and advance toward Tara and the Foxster. The First Man not-so-gently places his right hand on Tara's left arm.
First Man: Listen, sweetheart...
Tara: Do not call me "sweetheart!" (Tara grabs the offending hand with her own right hand, and expertly twists it -- and the arm attached to it -- until the man has fallen to the floor in front of her, on his knees.)
First Man (grimacing with pain as Tara continues to hold his arm): You're lucky I don't hit broads...!
Second Man (advancing toward Tara): She ain't gonna be so lucky with me. I'll hit anybody.
Suddenly, the Foxster is standing between Tara and the Second Man.
Foxster: No. You won't.
Tara (from behind the Foxster): David, I could handle this clown just as well as I did the other one.
Foxster (casually turning his back on the Second Man): I know you could, baby. But as long as I'm around, you'll never have to.
Second Man: Hey, blondie, are you done talkin'?
The Foxster turns back to face the Second Man. He removes his dark sunglasses, folds them, and hands them to Tara.
Foxster: In the words of Gary Cooper... "Yup."
The Foxster unleashes a left-handed uppercut which sends the Second Man backwards and onto the pool table. The Second Man lies there, unconscious.
The Third Man, and Jack, the fourth man, have been playing pool all this time. Now, their game is interrupted.
Jack (to Foxster): You just ruined our game, pal.
Tara sees Jack for the first time.
Tara: Ohmigods. It's you! You're one of my idols!
Jack (shrugging): Yeah. I get that a lot.
Tara (recovering herself): Then you should act like you deserve it. Why did you bring these men in here?
Jack (defensively): Hey, I wasn't the one smashing things. I was just waiting for someone...
Tara: Ronda. I know. But did you even bother calling her to tell her you'd meet her here? (Jack shakes his head, no.) And it is true that you didn't cause any of this commotion, but as I said, you brought them here. (Tara points to the Second Man, still on the pool table, and speaks to the First Man and the Third Man.) You two, get him out of here. And don't come back.
Jack: What about me?
Tara (pointing to a nearby chair): You're going to sit down and wait for Ronda. (Jack looks at her, somewhat amazed.) Don't say what you're thinking, either. You're just lucky I don't hand you a broom! (Jack seats himself on the chair, while Tara shakes her head.) All the great writers and poets you could have brought here, and you brought those thugs! (pause) What would your mother say if she could see you right now?
Jack doesn't reply. Tara and the Foxster exit the room, closing the door behind them.