Government House, morning. Sun streams into the Chief Executive’s office. CY LEUNG sits at his desk, lost in thought. JOHN TSANG barges in. He is furious. CY [Barely looking up] Oh. It’s you. JOHN Thanks a bunch, CY. You’ve screwed me like a Wan Chai hussy this time, haven’t you? Trying to lay the blame for this Yuen Long mess at my door... Well, this is one time too many. I ain’t gonna stand for it, I tells ya! CY [Weary] What do you want from me, John? JOHN I WANT YOU TO HAVE MY BACK, CY! CY [Finally roused] Your back? Your BACK? Says the guy who’s been wrong about every budget surplus since he took office! JOHN Oh, that old thing again? Why do you bring this up every single time we fight? CY BECAUSE IT MATTERS! BECAUSE... you know what? I’m done. Done with whatever... this is. JOHN F-fine. But I’m warning you: You may be Chief Executive now. But don’t count on it in 2017, buster! CY Fine. Whatever. Pause. JOHN hovers, awkwardly. He didn’t expect this. JOHN ...I guess this is it, then. CY [Firm] I guess so. JOHN Well. It was nice working with you. CY Wish I could say the same. JOHN walks to the door. He opens it, and then... JOHN May... May the best man win. CY I plan to. JOHN leaves, mustaches drooping. CY remains in his chair, staring out the window. He seems to have forgotten his former colleague already. A single tear rolls down his cheek. He doesn’t notice. CURTAIN