The Icelandic connection - 01.06.2010, Blaðsíða 14

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ICELANDIC CONNECTION
Vol. 63 #1
of the house. There is the sound of a car driving into the yard. When the curtain rises, there
is very little daylight in the kitchen just before sunrise.
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
(closing window and calling to Borga) Borga! Borga!
I got up to close the window and there’s someone drivin’
into the yard!
Hm? Wh-what was that?
I said - someone’s drivin’ into the yard, of all things!
Oh. probably somebody lost. What time do you think it is?
Don’t know for sure - but it’s light enough to be dawning.
I’ll go down and find out who it is and you - you stay in your
bed. Do you hear me?
M-m ... Be careful, Ingi - take your time.
Knocking on the door is heard followed by heavy thumping.
(shuffling into kitchen while calling loudly) I’m cornin’...
I’m coinin’...
Ingi opens the kitchen door and exits to the storm porch. The
thumping on the door continues. There is the sound of the
backdoor being unlocked and opened.
(offstage) Let me in, eh? I’m not gonna hurt ya. What a hell
of a night!!
(offstage) Come in!
(closing door and leading intruder into kitchen) Do you need
any help? Are you lost - need directions somewhere?
When the Intruder enters the kitchen, he is wearing a
balaclava and carrying some rope.
(dropping rope by door) Ya might say that - direct me ta yer
cash and I’m outta here! (switchblade clicks) Ya don’t have ta
worry ‘bout this - it’s fer my own protection.
Just wait a minute! We don’t keep any money out here and ...
Give me a break! I’ve heard of the likes of you - ya wealthy
farmers keep all yer money stashed under the mattress or in
the attic or some other God-forsaken hole! Show me where it
is and I’m gone!
(firmly) No! You’re mistaken! There’s no sense doin’ this.
Stefan has always managed our affairs at the bank in town,
(standing close to Ingi and sneering) Look! I’m gonna rip
this place apart if ya don’t speak up! So start talkin’!!
(offstage) Who is it, Ingi - anyone we know?
(firmly) Go back to bed, Vilborg! I’ll look after things!!
(shuffling into kitchen) Who’s there - somebody lost?