As
he approaches the clearing, he sees three figures in silhouette by the body, one kneeling beside
him. Without a word, CHUBUKOV takes off into the woods. As he runs into the woods his face
is depicted in a series of panels. At first furious, then determined. Eventually, he smiles.

CHUBUKOV
If I cannot count on you to wield a shovel, what I can I trust you to
do? Maintain a confidence? Lie? Obfuscate? Destroy evidence?
It is not an easy road that lies before me. The easy road is out
there. (Gestures to the woods.) We could run now. No one would
find us, no one would even look for us. They would take us for
dead, that being the greatest convenience for the associates of the
propertied. But my home is here, and I do not intend to lose it.
NATALYA opens her mouth to respond, but her head is crushed by CHUBUKOV’s pickaxe. He
hooks the axe through her skull and uses it to drag her body back toward LOMOV’s body.

Predictably, as she continues in this fashion, CHUBUKOV appears behind her, and slowly stalks
toward her. When he is close enough, he swing the shovel, with one arm, and hits NATALYA in
the head, knocking her down. He then tosses the shovel aside and stands over her with the
pickaxe. NATALYA is stunned and bleeding.
CHUBUKOV
You were right to run. I have to give you that. Three fit in a grave
as easily as two.
NATALYA
Whwhy?

Shift focus to NATALYA, who is sitting behind a tree with both hands over her mouth. She stares
forward in terror. Behind her, she can hear CHUBUKOV’s footsteps grow distant. She glances
around the tree and sees nothing. She glances around the other side. She sees nothing. She
removes her hands from her mouth and slowly stands. Cautiously, she moves from tree to tree,
keeping herself hidden from where she imagines CHUBUKOV to be.

He holds his breath and tries to listen. At first there is nothing, but then, from off to the side, a subtle,
distant wheeze. CHUBUKOV looks thoughtful, and then continues forward, past the sound of
the breathing.