TROPHIES
BY
RICHARD OLEKSIAK
MALONE: How did you find us?
BURTON: Ned Malone, always the
reporter. I so admired your stories
from the front, especially Flanders. I
don’t know how you survived.
MALONE: Well, you develop an instinct for
danger.
VERONICA: I know Burton has something to
do with this.
MARGUERITE: You might be right.
VERONICA: Do you know something about him?
MARGUERITE: For now let’s just call it
women’s intuition.
MARGUERITE: You know, you and I could keep
each other honest.
BURTON: Why do I feel you don’t care that
I’m the one that’s holding the gun?
BURTON: You never stop do you?
MARGUERITE: I can’t. Can you?
BURTON: Alright Veronica, that was a cute
trick, but enough’s enough. Come on
out.
VERONICA: If I do, it’ll only be to kill
you.
BURTON: I’m so sorry, marguerite, but
you’re just too much trouble.
VERONICA: I’ll fight you every step.
BURTON: I wouldn’t have it any other way.
VERONICA: I’ve read about creeps like you
who make their money off other peoples misery.
BURTON: Yeah, it’s a cruel world.
VERONICA: You can leave anytime you
want. I’ll even help give you a push!
BURTON: We’re going to pack them in all
over Europe. You’re going to be my
Jungle Princess.
VERONICA: You better hope you live that
long.
BURTON: Oh, my savage Jungle
Princess.
MARGUERITE: Don’t tell me, there’s no sign
of my gems.
ROXTON: There’s no sign of your gems.
MALONE: Sorry, Marguerite, the rest just
seems to be dirty socks and underwear.
ROXTON: Well, I guess you could consider
that some sort of trophy.
ROXTON: Well, come on. You said you’d tell us the whole story.
MARGUERITE: Don’t you think people are
more interesting when they have secrets?
ALL: No!