Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 57

SCENE TWENTY
[Nemo enters in darkness. Five seconds. McDonald enters behind him, grabs him
around the neck]
MCDONALD
Our fly-by-night returns.
NEMO
Where’s your manners?
MCDONALD
We’re an island now, haven’t you noticed?
We can’t go taking in any old tramp.
NEMO
There wasn’t any space left at the dump.
You think I enjoy hanging round this nut house?
MCDONALD
The waters are rising. The tide must be at the door.
NEMO
[Pushing McDonald off. McDonald keeps torch trained on Nemo’s face.]
I’ll have the top bunk then. You don’t mind the floor?
MCDONALD
We’ll be fishing out the goddamn window
soon, with you as bait.
NEMO
You will in your arse,
my friend.
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