Excerpt from Pretty Debris
JACKIE: No smoke alarms. No fire extinguisher.
SHANNON: No phone?
JACKIE: Nothing.
JENNY: It’s perfect, right?
JACKIE: Carbon monoxide can kill you in one minute.
SHANNON: Kills you? Outright? Just kills you?
(Lights to full.)
JACKIE: You go unconscious first. Then your heart stops beating. And your brain stops working. Everything shuts down.
SHANNON: But you don’t feel no pain?
JACKIE: There’s pain. There’s choking and wheezing. Plenty of pain.
SHANNON: There’s gotta’ be enough pain.
JENNY: How about poison?
JACKIE: Carbon monoxide is poison.
JENNY: Not liquid poison. We could put it in his beer or something.
SHANNON: What the hell do you know about liquid poison? I can’t name one Goddamn liquid poison, can you?
JACKIE: This is gonna’ be tough enough. We gotta’ stick to what we know. We know fire.
JENNY: You know fire.
JACKIE: I know fire. I know drowning too. You wanna’ drown this bastard? Tie his hands together and weigh his foot down with a cinder block?
SHANNON: Drowning.
JENNY: It’s slow.
SHANNON: It’s not violent though. It’s not torture.
JENNY: What do you want to do, Shannon? Scissor him up? Cut out his eyes? Slit his throat?
SHANNON: Yes. Yes. Yes.
JACKIE: Let’s not get stupid here. Let’s not talk stupid. We gotta’ kill him and not get caught.
SHANNON: Destroy. I want to destroy him.
JACKIE: A fire will do it. He’ll die and so will his house. |