[Deemer]
(Irina arrives as Trigorin is struggling with his fish.)
IRINA: Boris, come on - we're leaving immediately.
TRIGORIN: I have a fish!
IRINA: I don't care about your stupid fish. I said, we're leaving immediately! Boris!
(She goes to him and grabs the fishing rod. There is a struggle, during which the fish is able to release the hook - the line goes dead.)
TRIGORIN: You let my fish get away!
IRINA: I'll buy you a fish at the market! We are leaving this very minute!
(She storms off, heading for the house.)
TRIGORIN: What happened?
(He looks sheepishly at Treplev, who nods. Then Trigorin hurries after her.)