willing, be away from this awful place.
ABE:
(appears lost
in thought)
Back to the Big Apple, indeed.
He looks around, gazes down-river. SWEDEN does the same. They stand side by side, framed in golden light. Perhaps not so oddly, the place seems quite beautiful now. A reverent silence sets in. The men look like they have aged 10 years since they set out.
ABE:
(near whispers)
My God, Swede. What have we done?
SWEDEN appears to think about it, gazing down-river. At length he clasps ABE’S shoulder.
SWEDEN:
Let us not speak of it.
(beat)
Whatever it was.... It was not of—
or for—ourselves.
ABE:
(sees an otter flop in
the current, roll over
upon its back)
Aye.
Something thunks at their feet, then, something which has come to them on the current and now bobs, caught, by the w
