SCENE 7
The funeral of Jonathan Nesborth
Reverend: Blah blah blah. Rest in peace, Jonathan Nesborth.
Baltus: Amen.
Reverend: That was my bit.
Baltus: Sorry.
(Ichabod looks at Katrina. Brom sees and pulls Katrina close to him).
Katrina: Get the hell off me.
Brom: Sorry.
(Ichabod laughs)
Magistrate: Ichabod Crane, I have to talk to you.
(Magistrate and Ichabod go away from the departing crowd. The Magistrate sees the Reverend looking and whispers in Ichabod's ear.)
Magistrate: Jonathan Nesborth was not the fourth victim, but the fifth.
Ichabod: Ugh. Why does everyone in this place need TicTacs?
(The Magistrate shrugs and leaves.)
Ichabod: Wait a minute... (he counts on his fingers.) But only four people have died!
Young Nesborth: Mr. Constable, sir?
Ichabod: So...five to four graves...
Young Nesborth: Mr Crane?
Ichabod: ...What does it mean?...
Young Nesborth: Oi! Dumbarse!
Ichabod: Yes? What do you want?
Young Nesborth: I want to help you. I don't have anyone.
Ichabod: Oh, I'm sorry. I also don't care.
Young Nesborth: Please, I am your man!
Ichabod: Ugh. You're not a man yet, you're a boy. But what the hell. Can you dig?
Young Nesborth: Yes...
Ichabod Crane: Good. We have to dig up some graves.