SOUND:
THE CRACKLE OF FLAMES CAN NOW BE HEARD.
SAM:
Ah, shit.
MOMMA:
Samuel! Language!
SOUND:
A MASSIVE EXPLOSION TEARS THE MARINA APART. THRU TO A NEARBY STRETCH OF WATER. ALL IS PEACEFUL.
ALEXA:
I guess we should’ve put some of that fuel in the boat, too. Now what do we do?
SALT:
(EXHAUSTED AND IN PAIN) We just... drift around until... ’til someone finds us.
ALEXA:
You don’t look so good, Salt.
SALT:
I don’t feel so good. I think I might be bleeding internally.
ALEXA:
How do you know?
SALT:
I don’t. I just feel like shit, is all. I’m sorry about Bruno. You know, I forgot his last name.
ALEXA:
Andrenyi.
SALT:
Right, right. It should’ve been the three of us in this boat, not just two. (PAUSE) Hey, I just... I just thought of something.
ALEXA:
Uh-huh.
SALT:
When we were watching the monitors... right after we saw them kill that guy... Sam Lorrimer, he said... he said there were only a couple more names on his list.
ALEXA:
Yeah, I remember that. So what?
SALT:
So, there were three of us – you, me, and Bruno. Why did he say “a couple”? Why not three?
ALEXA:
There’s that inquisitive mind you were talking about. When we first met, Salt, you asked me if I was one of them. I asked you if I looked like one of them – but I never said I wasn’t.
SALT:
Wh- what?
ALEXA:
I tried to give you a hint, told you they had bastards all over the world.
SALT:
(GROWING DROWSY, FEVERISH) No. Not possible.
ALEXA:
You’re not the half-breed, Salt. I am. God knows, Ned wasn’t much of a father, but I was kind of pissed at Bruno for shooting him.
SALT:
No... no.
ALEXA:
It was his big idea, to bring me in with the other immigrants, let me have the table scraps. Not even Cicero knew, not that I think he would’ve given me away. He’s too loyal. Was too loyal, he’s probably dead now. I nearly gave myself away when I saw him bleeding, but you dragged me away in time. I’ve been starving ever since.
SALT:
Alexa...
ALEXA:
Of course, I had no idea you were going to screw things up the way you did, but I thought- hey, why not go with the flow? Now that you’ve blown up so many of my relatives, who knows? Maybe there’ll be a place at the table for me next year. In the meantime, I’ve been way too long without a good meal.
SALT:
Oh no.
ALEXA:
Bleeding internally, you said? I can take care of that.
SALT:
(BEGINS BABBLING IN FEAR)
ALEXA:
(SNARLS AS MOMMA DID EARLIER)
SOUND:
ALEXA STRIKES, AS PER THE EARLIER ATTACKS – SCREAMING, TEARING DEVOURING.
MUSIC:
Sting. Then into Fangoria Theme.
ANNOUNCER:
“Table Scraps” was written for radio by Matthew J. Elliott. Heard in the cast were:
