A blindfolded man sitting on a chair. Two men (Des and Lionel) looking at him.

Des: Do you want to know something about this man?

Lionel: What?

Des: He hasn’t got any idea at all of what we’re going to do to him.

Lionel: He hasn’t, no.

Des: He hasn’t, no. He hasn’t got any idea at all about any one of the number of things that we might do to him.

Lionel: That we will do to him.

Des: That we will.

Pause.

Well, some of them. We’ll do some of them.

Lionel: Sometimes we do all of them.

Des: That can be counterproductive.

Lionel: Bollocks.

They study the man. He is still.

Des: But anyway here he is, here he is sitting here, and he hasn’t the faintest idea of what we might do to him.

Lionel: Well, he probably has the faintest idea.

Des: A faint idea, yes. Possibly.

Des bends over the man.

Have you? What do you say?

He straightens.

Let’s put it this way. He has little idea of what we might do to him, of what in fact we are about to do to him.

Lionel: Or his wife. Don’t forget his wife. He has little idea of what we’re about to do to his wife.