How to Kill a Lamb
(written a good few years ago)
A man – Kenneth, stands alone over a table, he’s admiring a big knife, turning it over in his hand and watching the light glint on the blade.
A younger man – Sam, comes in timidly.
Kenneth looks around at Sam, the knife still in his hand.
KENNETH: You the new boy?
SAM: Well . . . yes.
KENNETH: You done this sort of thing before?
SAM: Well . . . no.
KENNETH: Where you worked before then?
SAM: In a record shop.
KENNETH: Is that it?
SAM: Well . . . I worked in a restaurant once.
KENNETH: What sort of restaurant?
SAM: A vegetarian restaurant.
KENNETH: You’re not a vegetarian are you?
SAM: Well . . . no.
KENNETH: Good. Now what did she tell you?
SAM: What do you mean?
KENNETH: Did she tell you exactly what the job involves.