: What enemy?
(FRANK hobbles painfully, bowlegged, over toward the basement stairs.)
FRANK
: Where’s Graig? Have you seen him?
EMMA
: Why are you walking like that?
FRANK
: Where’s Graig!?
EMMA
: I have no idea.
FRANK
: (
yelling downstairs
) Graig!!
EMMA
: What in the world has gotten into you, Frank?
FRANK
: You don’t have the slightest clue what’s going on here, do you, Emma? We’ve been infiltrated!
EMMA
: What?
(FRANK begins cruising the rooms suspiciously, looking into corners, behind the plants.)
FRANK
: Targeted. We’re in the crosshairs right now, as we speak. Any second now the plants could blow up. The windows shattered.
EMMA
: The plants?
FRANK
: The milking parlor! The barn! The tractor!
EMMA
: The tractor?
FRANK
: The manure spreader! The whole kitchen could explode!
EMMA
: Stop it!
FRANK
: You don’t want to hear about it, do you, Emma? You’d much rather go on thinking it’s just the two of us, lost out here in an ocean of snow and ice. Milk and cheese. One monotonous frozen day after another.
EMMA
: I’m perfectly happy out here.
FRANK
: Where is Graig!?
EMMA
: I told you, I don’t know. Last time I saw him he went down in the basement. Why are you walking like that?
FRANK
: I’m in pain!
(He goes to sofa and collapses. Pause. EMMA goes to him.)
EMMA
: Frank, what happened? What have they done to you?
(EMMA bends down and touches FRANKs shoulder, and a blue flash of light comes from him. EMMA screams and jumps back.)
FRANK
: Don’t touch me! I’m contaminated!