Flight of the Maybug (Script)

ACT 1

MARCEL: Well the Russians flattened it.

WILHELM: Oh.

MARCEL: Could be worse, from what I've heard at least it doesn't look like Dresden.

WILHELM: What happened to Dresden!?

FRITZ: The boy's family are from Dresden.

MARCEL: (Covering) Nothing, it's fine.

WILHELM: But you said-?

MARCEL: I know, Dresden's just a shithole.

Fritz continues frantically checking his map.

FRITZ: Are you sure you just came from Berlin?

MARCEL: Positive.

FRITZ: Impossible...

MARCEL: Problem?

FRITZ: Yeah, we're not anywhere near Berlin.

Marcel looks at Fritz's map.

MARCEL: Where do you think we are?

FRITZ: Around here, near Dortmund.

MARCEL: No, you're here, near Berlin. Do you not know how to read a map?

FRITZ: We're not really much of a map reading crew to be honest.

WILHELM: What's happened?

FRITZ: We've gone the wrong bloody way...

Pause.

FRITZ: Marcel?

MARCEL: Yes?

FRITZ: How close are we to the Russians?

MARCEL: You really are lost aren't you? Listen, what do you hear?

The three men listen to the ongoing sounds of warfare.

FRITZ: Americans?

MARCEL: Russians.

Fritz, beset with fear, silently prepares to leave.

MARCEL: Are you okay?

WILHELM: Fritz?

FRITZ: We're leaving.

WILHELM: What?

FRITZ: Leaving, now.

WILHELM: But Fritz-

FRITZ: I said now!

MARCEL: What happened to sitting and waiting?

FRITZ: We sat, we waited, we are now going.

WILHELM: What about Max?

FRITZ: What about Max?!

WILHELM: We can't just leave him!

FRITZ: Is he here? No! Are the Russians there? Yes! We are leaving, fuck that Nazi.

MARCEL: Well now let's be careful about throwing the N-Word around...

FRITZ: No but he is an actual Nazi. If he finds out his wonderful Führer's dead, he will pull out his gun, shoot himself in the head, then shoot you, you and me before putting one more in himself 'cos it's gonna take two to get through that thick skull!