EXT - the quarry outside of town. A gray group of workers gather, looking beaten down.
What have you got there?
What’s for lunch?
It’s all I can afford until that powdered donkey pays us what he owes.
You can’t eat spoiled foods.
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.
You may get that chance. Here he comes.
Oh good. Would you lads care for some fruit?
Hang on, is that the boy he’s brought with him?
[COT becomes aware of all the workers eyes on him. They gape slightly]