The Icelandic connection - 01.06.2010, Blaðsíða 15

Vol. 63 #1
ICELANDIC CONNECTION
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INTRUDER
BORGA
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
BORGA
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
INTRUDER
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INTRUDER
Where’s the bloody lights in this place?
Oh! - Oh! Who - who are you? Wh - What do you want?
(feeling for lightswitch beside door and turning it on) Money
is all I want!! ... Sit down, both of ya! I’m not gonna hurt ya!
Ingi and Borga take their places at the table.
I told you! We don’t keep any money here!
(opening cupboard doors) I’ll start my search right here.
Huh! Would ya look at that - (jeeringly) a cookie jar!
(emptying some coins onto counter) Full! Full of coins!
Is this what ya call yer - yer petty cash? ... Eh?
Leave that alone! That’s for our offerings and lottery tickets.
Hush, Vilborg!
(sneering laughter) I could use a bit o’ gamblin’ money
myself, but I’m not about ta buy a ticket ta heaven!
(stuffing coins into his pockets) What the hell are ya starin’
at? Sometimes ya look right at me and sometimes ya stare at
the wall! Ya know what? Ya need a blindfold, that’s what!
(looking around kitchen) Here! This will do. Teatowels work
for blindfolds.
(tying one around Borga’s eyes) Could never figger out why
Ma called ‘em - tea-towels!
(firmly) A blindfold is not necessary.
(cuffing Ingi on the back of his head and covering his eyes
with a teatowel) Oh yeah?
Hey! Take it easy - there’s no reason to get rough!
But now - I can git this damn mask off. I hate wearin’ one!
Tyin’ ya both to yer chair ain’t a bad idea either. That’s why I
got rope - just in case I need it!
The Intruder takes a quick glance into the front room.
Okay - let’s get ya tied up. (grabbing rope) Yer makin’ me
nervous.
(crossing Borga’s wrists onto her lap, tying them together and
her body to the chair) Ouch! Don't be mean! ... Ingi? Do you
think the rain is letting up now? These roads can really get
bogged down in gumbo, can’t they? ... Hey! You might get
stuck - and real good!
Be still, Borga min!
Do you live around these parts, mister?
(tying Ingi’s hands and his body to chair) Are ya kiddin’? Jes’
passin’ through! I’d never live ‘round here - or like this! You
got nothin’ - ya don’t even have TV! So I guess that means