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(THE
CELLAR, AS IN SCENE I, EXCEPT NOW THERE ARE ONLY THREE BABIES: #1, 2 &
4 - THE LATTER BUSILY EATING RAW FLESH THROUGHOUT THE SCENE NEVER SPEAKS) BABY 1: Another colleague BABY 2: gone BABY 1: to our gaoler BABY 2: Such a shame BABY 1: we were becoming quite attached BABY 2: perhaps more attached than with any other BABY 1: A real thinker BABY 2: had contemplated our existence BABY 1: encouraged us to contemplate our existence BABY 2: where we had come from BABY 1: what we are doing here BABY 2: Contemplated BABY 1: the idea of God BABY 2: that God BABY 1: if a God BABY 2: a monotheistic BABY 1: omnipotent BABY 2: being BABY 1: existed BABY 2: then such a God BABY 1: would have to be a man BABY 2: said our colleague BABY 1: because BABY 2: reasoned our late friend BABY 1: only a man could be so cruel BABY 2: as this God is BABY 1: or would be BABY 2: if a God can exist BABY 1: because BABY 2: although the idea of Christ BABY 1: a God of love BABY 2: was a beautiful idea BABY 1: Christ should have been a woman BABY 2: and really the personality of Christ BABY 1: is more feminine than masculine BABY 2: a God of love BABY 1: which is a beautiful idea BABY 2: although even the most superficial analysis of the universe BABY 1: will tell you BABY 2: without a shadow of doubt BABY 1: that there is no love in nature BABY 2: we live in a loveless universe BABY 1: a Christless universe BABY 2: and it is alright to say BABY 1: You need to have faith BABY 2: because it is true BABY 1: we need to have faith BABY 2: faith would help BABY 1: but it doesn’t change reality BABY 2: which is BABY 1: that if God exists BABY 2: It is BABY 1: from a human point of view BABY 2: from a slug’s point of view BABY 1: a cruel thing (SUDDENLY MUSIC BEGINS TO PLAY EMANATING FROM THE INVISIBLE SOURCE THAT
THE RADIO CAME FROM IN SCENE 1. A RASPING ELECTRIC GUITAR OR GUITARS, AN
ELECTRIC VIOLIN OR VIOLA, PLAYING SOMETHING DISCORDANT, ALMOST PAINFUL) BABY 2: Time BABY 1: for BABY 2: our exercise (THE TWO BABIES STAND UP, WOBBLING, AS BABIES DO. THEY HAVE TO RAISE
THEIR VOICES OVER THE CACOPHONY) BABY 1: These BABY 2: our first steps BABY 1: maybe our last BABY 2: How sad BABY 1: that we have not accomplished more than this BABY 2: have not been given the time to accomplish BABY 1: much more than these BABY 2: tremulous BABY 1: advances BABY 2: if you can call them advances BABY 1: for the limited radii BABY 2: of our chains BABY 1: forces us to rotate BABY 2: our universe is circular BABY 1: all is repetition BABY 2: we are going no-where BABY 1: Not even the dead could envy our condition (THE DISCORDANT MUSIC DEVELOPS INTO A RHYTHM AND THE BABIES BEGIN
SWAYING AND DANCING IN A BABY WAY TO THE MUSIC) BABY 2: For a moment we can forget BABY 1: a brief moment BABY 2: our BABY 1: brief BABY 2: lapse of generosity BABY 1: as if BABY 2: our gaoler BABY 1: were reminding us BABY 2: that life could be gay BABY 1: if we had been born in another place BABY 2: another time BABY 1: future BABY 2: or past BABY 1: sometimes life must be good BABY 2: but not here BABY 1: not our life BABY 2: Fun BABY 1: said our deceased companion BABY 2: was a human concept BABY 1: that the creator of this universe did not at first contemplate BABY 2: it arose accidentally BABY 1: evolved BABY 2: chaos creates aberrations BABY 1: that were not originally conceived BABY 2: so said our dead friend BABY 1: our best dead friend (THE MUSIC EXPLODES BACK INTO A DISCORDANT CLIMAX, THE CHAINS AROUND THE
BABIES ANKLES BEGIN TUGGING THEM, FORCING THEM TO SIT BACK ON THE FLOOR
AGAIN. THEY GROAN AND CRY OUT) BABY 2: (SOBBING) I want to go home BABY 1: (SOBBING) So do I (AFTER A WHILE THEY COMPOSE THEMSELVES) BABY 2: Can you remember your mother’s face? BABY 1: We are too young to have memories BABY 2: Are we? Or are we just too young to remember this when we grow
old? BABY 1: If only we could BABY 2: grow old BABY 1: and forget BABY 2: Could we possibly forget this? (PAUSE)
But you haven’t answered my question BABY 1: I haven’t answered your question BABY 2: Can you remember your mother’s face? BABY 1: Can you remember yours? BABY 2: No BABY 1: Neither can I (THEY WEEP) BABY 2: Do we exist? BABY 1: Are we not too extreme to be real? BABY 2: Monsters? BABY 1: Absurdities? BABY 2: I ask you BABY 1: and I ask you BABY 1 & 2: We ask each other
fishing for an answer
an impossible answer
There are some questions which should never be asked BABY 1: Define for me the meaning of the word meaning in the definition
of meaning? BABY 2: should never be asked BABY 1: for example BABY 2: or what came first BABY 1: the chicken or the egg? BABY 2: it should never be asked BABY 1: Such things are maddening BABY 2: they do not help (PAUSE) BABY 1: Yesterday BABY 2: we asked our torturer those questions BABY 1: Our torturer or gaoler BABY 2: it is the same person BABY 1: First we asked the first question BABY 2: and we were beaten for it BABY 1: with clenched fists BABY 2: then we asked BABY 1: the second question BABY 2: and a red hot iron BABY 1: was poked BABY 2: down the front of our nappies BABY 1: down the front BABY 2: of each of our nappies (PAUSE) BABY 1: If I could learn Polish I would speak to our torturer in that
difficult language BABY 2: we would not be understood BABY 1: giving me BABY 2: us, I would speak Polish too BABY 1: giving us the satisfaction of knowing something that our gaoler
didn’t BABY 2: of thinking ourselves better BABY 1: more intelligent BABY 2: though we may be beaten again BABY 1: we are better BABY 2: Our suffering helps us to think BABY 1: Though we have tired minds BABY 2: we are thinking constantly BABY 1: with tired minds BABY 2: but after a while BABY 1: one goes through the pain barrier BABY 2: and in so doing BABY 1: transcends BABY 2: the material BABY 1: and embraces BABY 2: the spiritual BABY 1: which is not to say we are embracing God BABY 2: oh no, it is not to say that BABY 1: our pain is not a test BABY 2: not for us BABY 1: perhaps God thinks that it is BABY 2: but after all that we have endured BABY 1: we will not give God the satisfaction BABY 2: of thinking BABY 1: that He has been testing us BABY 2: that He BABY 1: is benevolent BABY 2: in His own mysterious way BABY 1: when really He is so cruel BABY 2: Cruel is the only adjective that can be applied BABY 1: cruel or one of its closest synonyms BABY 2: nothing else BABY 1: To apply something else BABY 2: would be unrealistic (PAUSE) BABY 1: Our mothers BABY 2: and fathers BABY 1: if they could see us now BABY 2: could hear us now BABY 1: would say BABY 2: that we were coming on fast BABY 1: would probably regard us as child prodigies BABY 2: when really BABY 1: our rapidly maturing development is merely BABY 2: a consequence BABY 1: of our extreme BABY 2: circumstance BABY 1: Isolation forces BABY 2: contemplation BABY 1: If we were sitting in the desert BABY 2: abandoned in the desert BABY 1: under a scorching sun BABY 2: with a parched throat BABY 1: our comprehension BABY 2: would be the same BABY 1: equally bitter BABY 2: lucidly cynical BABY 1: desperate BABY 2: When one is well aware that one is going to die BABY 1: that everything is finishing BABY 2: before one even had a chance to enjoy oneself BABY 1: it quickly makes one grow up BABY 2: There is no need to go to school BABY 1: to understand things BABY 1 & 2: I wish I were at school BABY 1: I wish someone was filling my head with useless nonsense BABY 2: I wish they could beat me for farting in the maths class BABY 1: for flicking snot at the Latin teacher BABY 2: for blowing up the science lab BABY 1: for showing our private parts to each other BABY 2: I wish someone else would beat me BABY 1: someone out there BABY 2: instead of our gaoler BABY 1: our torturer BABY 2: Here we are beaten for being here BABY 1: even though we had no choice but to come BABY 2: We did not ask for it BABY 1: our gaoler BABY 2: our torturer BABY 1: decided on it BABY 2: It is called BABY 1: an act of God BABY 2: and we are beaten BABY 1: for the hell of it (PAUSE) BABY 2: Just think, we will never know the things we do not know BABY 1: We will only know what we know now BABY 2: Not that knowing BABY 1: when dead BABY 2: will mean much BABY 1: When dead BABY 2: we won’t even know BABY 1: that we are dead (PAUSE) BABY 2: Do you think perhaps that this is better? BABY 1: What? BABY 2: This BABY 1: Better than what? BABY 2: Better than being dead BABY 1: Better than not knowing? BABY 2: Yes BABY 1: That even the horror is better than nothing at all? BABY 2: Yes BABY 1: What a terrible idea (PAUSE) BABY 2: I wish we could do something that was truly entertaining BABY 1: All we have is our condition BABY 2: which is abysmal (BABY 1 LOOKS AT BABY 4 HAPPILY MUNCHING AN ARM) BABY 1: Do you think he is really happy? BABY 2: How could he be? BABY 1: Perhaps we talk too much, think too much BABY 2: Are you insinuating that we should be more like him? BABY 1: As an alternative BABY 2: Then go to him
Leave me (BUT SUDDENLY THE GAOLER ENTERS. DRAMATIC MUSIC. BABIES 1 & 2 CRY
OUT. BABY 4 LAUGHS. THE GAOLER SLOWLY AND MENACINGLY STEPS ONTO THE STAIR,
STEPS DOWN BUT THEN TRIPS OVER A CORD THAT HAS BEEN TIED ACROSS THE STAIRS.
THE GAOLER LIES AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS UNCONSCIOUS. THERE IS A LONG
PAUSE THEN) BABY 1: It worked BABY 2: Our plan BABY 1: A success BABY 2: That rope that we threw BABY 1: wrapped BABY 2: around the stair BABY 1: has toppled our torturer BABY 2: Does he breathe? BABY 1: We have saved ourselves BABY 2: If we could move BABY 1: we could run for help BABY 2: but BABY 1: we can’t move (THE THREE BABIES LOOK PATHETICALLY AT EACH OTHER AND AT THE CRUMPLED BODY OF THEIR GAOLER. LIGHTS FADE. END OF SCENE 3) SCENE IV (MIDDAY
THE SAME HOUSE AS SCENE TWO, BUT NOW IN THE LIVING ROOM. THERE IS A DINNER
TABLE AND FOUR CHAIRS, A WALL CUPBOARD UNIT WHICH CONTAINS A BAR, A SOFA,
TWO ARMCHAIRS, AND A COFFEE TABLE WITH A USED CONDOM LYING ON IT. AT THE
FRONT OF THE STAGE FACING AWAY FROM THE AUDIENCE IS A TELEVISION AND VIDEO
ON A WHEELED STAND. THERE ARE PAINTINGS ON THE WALL - DIFFERENT FROM THE
ONES IN THE KITCHEN BUT HAVING THE SAME THEMES AND BY THE SAME ARTISTS -
MARIE IS HUNCHED UP ON THE SOFA WATCHING FILMS - OBVIOUSLY PORNOGRAPHIC
FILMS FROM THE MOANING, GRUNTING SOUNDTRACK - AND EATING AN ICE-CREAM. ENTER
YVONNE - NERVOUS) YVONNE: (TO MARIE) It’s a lovely day
why aren’t you out
at the pool?
You should be at the pool
Lovely, warm and sunny (MARIE IGNORES HER. SHE WATCHES THE FILM AS IF SHE WERE WATCHING A
TRAGIC DRAMA - YVONNE SITS DOWN AT THE TABLE, OPENS HER HANDBAG, TAKES OUT
A PIECE OF CRUMPLED TIN FOIL, UNWRAPS IT. THERE IS SOME POWDER. SHE
PREPARES A DOSE TO SMOKE, TOASTING THE POWDER THROUGH THE TIN FOIL WITH
THE FLAME FROM A GOLD CIGARETTE LIGHTER. AFTER A WHILE SHE REALISES WHAT
HER DAUGHTER IS WATCHING)
Do you really like that rubbish? (MARIE IGNORS HER. YVONNE SMOKES THE POWDER)
It’s always the same you know
I’ve seen a few myself
The first time was
intriguing
more intriguing than exciting
the first ten minutes of the first time
after that it’s only degrading
degrading for the actors
degrading for the director
Can you imagine the person writing that script?
Hunched and excited by his own erotic ideas
Can you imagine him?
Him
yes
must be a man
a woman could never produce such trash
sometimes they say the directors
the writers
are women
but I don’t believe it
impossible for a woman to be inspired by that
Who could get excited by so much repetition?
so much boring repetition
always the same
there is only one story
the original story
the rest are copies
with different actors
new words
but it’s always the same story
devoid of imagination
the less imagination it has the more pornographic it seems
so it has to be the same
what the customer wants
who are all men
nothing difficult
big tits here
a fat arse there
a wide open mouth with a huge cock between the lips (PAUSE. SHE STARTS TO WATCH THE FILM)
Degrading
degrading women
and getting excited by such degradation
degrades you (SHE WATCHES. THE DRUG TAKES EFFECT, HER HEAD STARTS TO NOD. AFTER A
WHILE SHE PULLS HERSELF TOGETHER. SHE STANDS UP AND GOES TO THE SOFA,
PICKS UP THE REMOTE CONTROL AND TURNS OFF THE FILM)
Not what a teenage girl should be watching (MARIE SIGHS AND LEAVES THE ROOM)
She hates me
my daughter hates me
hates me for my habit
as if she did not have habits
She
who is always in front of the television
always listening to her music
television and music
television and radio
every day the same
We try to make an artist out of her
guide her towards the pleasures of artistic freedom
but her mind is so dull
so controlled
she thinks as the society thinks
does as the society does
and confuses love with infatuation
just as every teenage girl does
and has always done
But we did not want our teenage girl to be normal
we dreamed of creating an individual
just as we became individuals
We wanted to give her the head-start that we never had
the head-start that we had to work so hard for
yet look at her
look at her (THEN REALISES THAT SHE IS NOT THERE. SHE GROANS AND STARTS TO WEEP)
Drugs are terrible...
but perhaps
perhaps it would do them some good
do both of them some good
open their eyes
and senses
there is nothing that opens the eyes and senses
like drugs do (SHE SIGHS - GETS UP AND STAGGERS TO THE DOOR)
Marie! (NO REPLY)
That bitch
where is she?
I hate her
what right has she to despise me?
After all I have given her
what right has any daughter
any son
to despise their creator?
I hate them all (SHE SLUMPS DOWN ON THE SOFA. PUTS THE FILM BACK ON)
The pill
abortion
Any prevention is the best course (ENTER SERGE IN UNDERPANTS. HIS HAIR IS WET. HE HAS JUST COME OUT OF THE
SHOWER) SERGE: (MISTAKING THE BACK OF YVONNE’S HEAD FOR MARIE’S)
I am ready again my love (HE CARESSES HIS BALLS, MAKING AN OBSCENE GESTURE) (YVONNE SITS UP AND LOOKS AT HIM)
Mum?! YVONNE: Are you all right son? SERGE: I thought you were... (THINKING, THEN LEAVES) (YVONNE CONTINUES WATCHING THE FILM MINDLESSLY... SHE PUTS THE REMOTE
CONTROL DOWN NEXT TO THE USED CONDOM AND SLOWLY REALISES THAT THERE IS A
USED CONDOM ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE PICKS IT UP AND GOES TO THE DOOR) YVONNE: Serge! (NO REPLY. ENTER Dr. KRONOS. STAGGERING,
DRUNK; HE BUMPS INTO YVONNE) Dr.KRONOS: Yvonne! YVONNE: (STUNNED) What are you doing...? Dr.KRONOS: You are home
home for lunch
today
my wife
Yvonne
today YVONNE: (STAMMERING)I-I-I... Dr.KRONOS: Nice
A surprise (HE KISSES HER. THEN: PERPLEXED)
A special occasion? YVONNE: (EQUALLY PERPLEXED) But you... Dr. KRONOS: Yvonne
sit down
we are home for lunch
together
strange (PAUSES, THOUGHTFUL)
I am home
today
as any other day
I come home for lunch everyday
when the children are on holiday (ENTER MARIE TO SET THE TABLE) (TO YVONNE) They are on holiday darling (TO MARIE) Thank you Marie (EXIT MARIE)
Her daily chore (HE PULLS A SLIP OF PAPER OUT FROM THE INSIDE OF HIS JACKET AND EXAMINES
IT)
Today there is a lentil soup
it is Thursday isn’t it?
Yes
Thursday
the first course is lentil soup
followed by baked egg-plant in béchamel sauce (HE GOES TO THE BAR IN THE WALL CUPBOARD UNIT AND BEGINS TO EXAMINE THE
BOTTLES OF SPIRITS MOST OF THEM BEING EMPTY OR NEARLY EMPTY)
Our son’s vegetarian cookery course
you know? (HE FINDS AN UNOPENED BOTTLE OF SCOTCH AT THE BACK OF THE CABINET)
carried out on Internet (HE EXAMINES THE BOTTLE)
When did I buy this one? (HOLDING UP THE BOTTLE: TO YVONNE) Did you get this?
Excellent
really excellent (HE OPENS THE BOTTLE AND SNIFFS IT)
We are his guinea pigs (TAKES A MOUTHFUL STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE)
Ah
But this is your first time, isn’t it?
You never come home for lunch YVONNE: But... (PAUSE. THEY STARE AT EACH OTHER. YVONNE THINKS ABOUT WHAT SHE WAS GOING
TO SAY BUT CANNOT REMEMBER. SHE BECOMES VISIBLY UPSET. ON THE VERGE OF
TEARS. Dr. KRONOS REACHES FORWARD AND STROKES HER CHEEK. THEN HE GENTLY
KISSES HER) Dr. KRONOS: It’s all right darling
it doesn’t matter (HE SITS DOWN WITH THE BOTTLE OF SCOTCH. ENTER MARIE WITH A TWO GLASSES
AND A BUCKET OF ICE ON A TRAY. SHE LAYS THEM DOWN ON THE TABLE. Dr. KRONOS
REACHES FORWARD AND CLUMSILY GRABS MARIE’S ARM) (TO MARIE: ALMOST A WHISPER) Does Serge know he is cooking for four
today? (MARIE NODS. BREAKS HER FATHER’S GRIP AND EXITS) (TO YVONNE) At first he
Serge
our chef
Serge
at first he would throw your portion away
at first
when you never came
After your absence
on
God-knows how many occasions... (DIRECTLY) How many times have you not been here Yvonne?
After some time
he started cooking for three
instead of four
After a while
we
forgot about you (PAUSE) YVONNE: How long? Dr. KRONOS: Two years YVONNE: Good God (SHE REACHES FOR THE BOTTLE OF SCOTCH AND POURS HERSELF A DRINK) Dr. KRONOS: There is no need for ice
It’s an excellent malt
ice
would ruin it (YVONNE REACHES INTO THE ICE BUCKET PULLS OUT A FIST FULL OF ICE-CUBES
AND DROPS THEM INTO HER GLASS)
How is your director today?
Your Pawlowski? (THEY STARE AT EACH OTHER) YVONNE: You bastard! (YVONNE REACHES FOR HER HANDBAG AND PULLS OUT HER BANK BOOK. SHE OPENS
IT AND WAFTS IT IN FRONT OF Dr. KRONOS’S FACE. HE EXAMINES THE FIGURES.
AS HE DOES HIS INTEREST IS AROUSED. HE SNATCHES THE BOOK FROM HER) Dr. KRONOS: Three million...
Three million five hundred and twelve Belgium Francs
One million more than yesterday YVONNE: One million one hundred and three more than yesterday Dr. KRONOS: Where from?
Pawlowski? YVONNE: (SMILING) You bastard
I did not see any director today
Not one Pawlowski Dr. KRONOS: No (PAUSE)
What did you do? YVONNE: I had brunch with an old friend
from the Finance company Dr. KRONOS: Old friend? YVONNE: Françoise
Françoise Duberry
an old friend DR. KRONOS: Ah yes
Françoise
Whose father had the yacht
in Cadaques YVONNE: What a prodigious memory Dr. KRONOS: It’s so long since we were in Cadaques YVONNE: Sun-baking on the hot dry lava flows Dr. KRONOS: So long YVONNE: Well now
Françoise is in charge
of international money transactions
in a important transport company Dr. KRONOS: The exact name of which slips your mind YVONNE: Please! (PAUSE)
I had changed a large sum in dollars
eight months ago Dr. KRONOS: A large and secret sum YVONNE: If I had told you
you would never have agreed
never have permitted it
You don’t have a back-bone for risks like this Dr. KRONOS: What did you do? YVONNE: I changed a large sum
when the dollar was low Dr. KRONOS: Eight months ago? YVONNE: The dollar was low eight months ago
so I bought dollars
Now it is high
I changed it back
That is how
intelligent people
make money Dr. KRONOS: But first you must have it to make it
You used my money YVONNE: The profit was considerable Dr. KRONOS: One million one hundred and three francs YVONNE: There were shares as well
As you see
I invest
invest well Dr. KRONOS: And then withdrew a thousand YVONNE: To celebrate (THEN REMEMBERING SOMETHING)
There is champagne in the fridge (BURSTS INTO TEARS) (ENTER MARIE AND SERGE CARRYING PLATES OF FOOD) Dr. KRONOS: Lay the food down
Marie
there is champagne
your mother brought champagne
it is in the fridge
Your mother is very happy
we should all be happy
we have more money to spend
so
if you could please... (EXIT MARIE) YVONNE: You bastard! Dr. KRONOS: (POURS HIMSELF ANOTHER WHISKY AND GULPS IT DOWN) Yes
a
bastard
a real bastard
You
were going to drink the champagne with Pawlowski
weren’t you (HE LOOKS DOWN AT THE TABLE AND SEES A USED CONDOM LYING THERE. HE PICKS
IT UP)
And what is this? (SERGE QUICKLY TURNS AND EXITS)
Serge? YVONNE: (BEGINS POKING AT THE FOOD WITH A FORK. HER CHEST HEAVING) This
morning
on the way to the bank
I saw a limbless man
A
horrible sight Dr. KRONOS: Serge! YVONNE: I have never seen anything like it
A sign under his neck
asking for alms
his head bowed
too shamed by his deformity to look me in the eye
monstrous deformity Dr. KRONOS: (STANDING UP AND OPENING THE DOOR) Serge! YVONNE: I vomited
it landed in his lap (SERGE ENTERS SHEEPISHLY)
Though I vomit every day
never has my regurgitation smelt so foul
as it did
in his lap (Dr. KRONOS HOLDS UP THE CONDOM) Dr. KRONOS: I asked you to clear the table SERGE: No
Marie
it was Marie
is her turn now
Marie has to clear the table today
it’s her (SERGE, CONFORMING, TAKES THE USED CONDOM AND LEAVES. ENTER MARIE WITH
THE BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE) MARIE: Open it father
the man of the house
The king of his castle should do the honours
He should do it
you
should do it
please father Dr. KRONOS: (CHEERFULLY) If you bring the champagne glasses
Do we have any?
Long-stemmed?
I will only open it
if there are long-stemmed glasses
here
on the table (EXIT MARIE. Dr. KRONOS SIGHS THEN HUGS THE WEEPING YVONNE)
(FALSELY) Oh Yvonne
If only everyday could be like this
I haven’t been happy
so happy
in years YVONNE: Are we happy? Dr. KRONOS: You have made me
quite
chirpy YVONNE: Because I did not fuck Pawlowski today you are happy?! Dr. KRONOS: Because we are having lunch together
the whole family together YVONNE: A vegetarian meal Dr. KRONOS: Cooked by Serge
Aren’t you so pleased?
(WHISPERING) Your son can cook (HE LAUGHS THEN STARES VIOLENTLY AT YVONNE WHO LOOKS AWAY) (ENTER MARIE AND SERGE WITH THE GLASSES. Dr. KRONOS OPENS THE CHAMPAGNE
AND FILLS EACH GLASS)
(BRIGHTLY) We are a family again
I am a father again
Cheers SERGE & MARIE: (CLINKING THEIR GLASSES) Cheers! YVONNE: (BREAKING DOWN AGAIN) You fucking shits! (SHE BRUSHES AN ARM ACROSS THE TABLE, KNOCKING PLATES OF FOOD AND
GLASSES ON TO THE FLOOR... LONG PAUSE AS LIGHTS FADE. |