Vamos are masters of body language. Wearing full-face masks, not a word is spoken throughout the 80-minute performance. Yet we know exactly what is in the minds of the players, and what they are conveying to one another. In the hunch of a shoulder, the flick of a head, or the fidgeting of fingers, not only do we get all the narrative we need, but the layers that language can introduce are stripped away, leaving us with pure essence of character . . .

Playwright Alex Dennison is a man on a mission. The woman he loved and planned to marry, actress Monica Welles, was found dead ten stories below her balcony a year ago, within a few hours after her opening night as the lead in his latest play. Was this an unfortunate and sorry suicide? Case closed. Or not? Dennison hasn’t let go of the idea she was murdered. But what lengths will he go to in order to prove it?