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.