EXT - the quarry outside of town. A gray group of workers gather, looking beaten down.

WORKER1
What have you got there?

WORKER2
Lunch.

WORKER1
What’s for lunch?

WORKER2
Spoiled fruit.

WORKER1
Eew.

WORKER2
It’s all I can afford until that powdered donkey pays us what he owes.

WORKER1
You can’t eat spoiled foods.

WORKER2
You don’t have to tell me that. But I’ll paint that donkey face of his
a nicer shade if he comes around here without our wages in hand.

WORKER3
You may get that chance. Here he comes.

WORKER2
Oh good. Would you lads care for some fruit?

WORKER3
Hang on, is that the boy he’s brought with him?

[COT becomes aware of all the workers eyes on him. They gape slightly]

WORKER 1
The coward.