SALT (softly) This is the Liar’s Table, boy. The only winning move is to tell a lie so complete it becomes true. You haven’t done that. So now I tell my second lie.
The wave hits. The lights go. Then dark. Then silence. liars table script
FINN (dead eyes) Try me.
SALT You learn fast. Too late. But fast. SALT (softly) This is the Liar’s Table, boy
SALT That’s a clever one. Because it’s true—and false—at the same time. You are his son. But you’re not his . Your mother ran away with a dockworker when you were three. The man you call father raised you anyway. So. Truth or lie? liars table script
The table is now two.
Salt tilts his head.