BIRDS 1.4

Clark: And that’s the difference between him and me.

Pam: You’re certainly right. (Edith enters)

Something strange is happening.

(There’s a bang of thunder that shakes the entire house. The lights flicker. Edith stares out the picture window.)

Fred: I’d stay back from the window-

(Another bang of thunder and a flash of lightning.)

Mercy! (Edith spills her martini)

Did you see that?

Clark: What happened?

That bird that just fell. It dropped straight down like a bowling ball. You can’t see it now, it must’ve gone into a bush or something, but, honest, nobody else saw it fall?

Pam: No.

(Edith notices the spilled martini.)

Oh, no. I’m sorry, I’m terribly sorry…

(She hurries to the kitchen.)

Pam: What’s the big deal? It’s a bird.

(Edith returns with a rag.)

John: I got it. (John wipes up the floor and hands the rag back to Edith.)

It startled me, that’s all.

(She exits to the kitchen.)

Clark: …waiting for a cake to thaw.

Fred: Well I suppose you’re right.

(Edith enters)

Don’t tell me you’re leaving?

Clark: They decided to take their chances while the weather’s calm.

I’m sorry the evening had to end on such a sour note. It was lovely meeting you both.

Pam: I expect we’ll be seeing much of each other from now on.

I’d like that very much.

Clark: …and good riddance.

(Edith starts cleaning up.)

Daisy: Are you alright?

I’m fine.

Daisy: But I want to stay and help Edith.

Don’t worry, I can manage.

Daisy: Okay. Well, it really was a lovely party.

Thank you.

Daisy: Oh! And is it fine if I stop by tomorrow to return those books you lent me?

Yes, of course.

John: Night, everyone.

Goodnight. (Edith starts cleaning up.)