MARCEL: Oh I'm not coming with you; (pointing stage-left) I'm going that way.

FRITZ: Are you fucking insane?

MARCEL: No, I'm French. And the French are that way; hence I'm going the other way.

FRITZ: Who gives a fuck about the French?

MARCEL: I give a fuck about the French! Why do you give a fuck about me?

FRITZ: Because without you, despite wanting to go this way, we'd somehow fuck it up and end up following you that way.

MARCEL: Well then follow me this way. By your logic, you'll end up that way.

FRITZ: Are you a spastic? If we follow you that way there is no way we'd end up anywhere near this way! Because, and here's the catch, we'd have followed you that way!

MARCEL: Well then good luck.

FRITZ: Wilhelm, you're the smart one, talk some sense into him.

WILHELM: I say just let him go.

FRITZ: Apologies, he's an idiot. You do realise that by your own account, the bleedin' Russians are over there?

MARCEL: Yes, I intend to surrender to them.

FRITZ: You just came from Berlin, way you put it there's enough Russians there to surrender more than once!

MARCEL: Not that you would know, but that's the thing about warzones, everyone's a bit aggravated, and I intend to surrender, not be shot on sight.

FRITZ: Who's to say they won't shoot you on sight?

MARCEL: No-one, I'll just have to pray they're friendly.

FRITZ: We're friendly but he almost shot you on sight! All it takes is one bad apple.

MARCEL: I'll stay away from apples. Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.

Marcel begins to leave.

MAX: Fucking Jew.

A gut-wrenchingly uncomfortable atmosphere descends upon the campsite.

MARCEL: Excuse me?

FRITZ: Max...

MARCEL: I am no Jew.

MAX: You sure run like one.

MARCEL: And what would a cripple like you know of Jews?

MAX: I know they can't run forever.

MARCEL: And you can't run at all, maybe you're a Jew.

Max pulls his pistol on Marcel.

FRITZ: Not again...

MARCEL: Oh I would love to shoot you.

MAX: Try.

MARCEL: Can't, gave my pistol to a little girl.

MAX: And why would you do a stupid thing like that?

MARCEL: So that the next time the Russians came to rape her, they'd end up like you.

Max cocks his pistol.

FRITZ: Max!

MAX: I'm a war hero!

WILHELM: You drove trains.

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