The Doughty Burglar: A Dyrwoodan Farce, Part 2
|The Doughty Burglar: A Dyrwoodan Farce, Part 2|
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Belmis stands in front of the drink tray.
BELMIS (picking up a small metal box next to the brandy): What could possibly convince him to give her up?
Belmis opens the box and observes its contents. He looks up, a wicked grin on his face. He closes the box and sets it down.
He turns his back, lost in thought. The door flies open and Torfal enters. He sees Belmis and stops. Belmis turns at the noise of the door, eyes wide.
TORFAL: (beat) What-
They shake hands and then Torfal starts pouring drinks for them.
BELMIS: Yes, well, it's just this contract! I am eager to settle the matter. We both know it must not fail, don't we?
TORFAL: But I was told you were set against this! I invited you here to convince you!
Torfal holds a glass out to Belmis.
TORFAL: To business!
Belmis sets the glass down and picks up the box. He opens it and sticks his finger inside. It comes out with a dark paste on it. He reaches toward Torfal's mouth.
BELMIS: Shall we celebrate properly?
Belmis grunts and looks at his finger. He approaches Torfal.
TORFAL: I must say, this turn of events is quite welcome. I was sure it would take hours to-
Belmis walks around behind Torfal and approaches him from the other side.
TORFAL: I was sure it would take hours to convince you to see things from my side. It does my heart good to-