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Night Must Fall

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Excerpt: ...facing her) Just for a change.... Why can't you take a bit of an interest in some other body but me? OLIVIA (taken aback): I'm not interested in you. Only you don't talk. That's bound to make people wonder. DAN: I can talk a lot sometimes. A drop o' drink makes a power o' difference to me. (Chuckling) You'd be surprised.... Ah.... He returns to his work. OLIVIA: I wonder if I would.... DAN: I know you would.... OLIVIA: I think I can diagnose you all right. DAN: Carry on. OLIVIA: You haven't any feelings ... at all.... He looks slowly up at her. She has struck home. But you live in a world of your own.... A world of your own imagination. DAN: I don't understand so very well, not bein' so very liter-er-airy. OLIVIA: You follow me perfectly well. He shrugs his shoulders, laughs, and goes on whittling. DAN: D'you still think there's been a bit o' dirty work? OLIVIA: I don't know what to think now. I suppose not. DAN (intent on his work, his back to the audience): Disappointed? OLIVIA: What on earth do you mean? DAN: Disappointed? OLIVIA (laughing, in spite of herself): Yes, I suppose I am. DAN: Why? OLIVIA (the tension at last relaxed): Oh, I don't know.... Because nothing much has ever happened to me, and it's a dull day, and it's the depths of the country.... I don't know.... A piercing scream from the bottom of the garden. A pause. MRS. BRAMSON (shrieking from the other side of the house): Danny!... Danny! The clatter of footsteps in the garden. DORA runs in from the hall, breathless and terrified. DORA: They're diggin' ... in the rubbish-pit ... OLIVIA: Well? DORA: There's something sticking out.... OLIVIA: What? DORA: A hand ... Somebody's hand!... Oh, Miss Grayne ... somebody's hand.... She runs whimpering into the kitchen, as OLIVIA rises and runs to the left window and looks out. MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (calling off): Danny! DAN rises slowly, his back to the audience. OLIVIA _turns and suddenly sees him. Horror grows in her face. The blare of music....