HARTLEY: Mister Toby, meet Mister Wilhelm. Mister Wilhelm, Mister Toby.
TOBY & WILHELM: Hello.
HARTLEY: Would you be so kind as to make us a pot of tea my boy?
TOBY: Aye, I can do that Sir, used to make it down kennel all the time like!
HARTLEY: I know lad-
TOBY: Same with hot coco!
HARTLEY: I know lad-
TOBY: That'n didn't go down so well...
HARTLEY: Aye.
TOBY: Not me fault dogs are so useless though like! I mean aye, on one hand, enough of you's can take down a giraffe, granted. But on the other, all it takes is one bowl of feckin' coco like!
HARTLEY: Toby!
TOBY: Sorry Sir, will you be having the two cups like or just the one?
HARTLEY: Two please.
TOBY: Anything else Sir?
HARTLEY: Hungry Willie?
Wilhelm nods.
HARTLEY: A cheeky biscuit for the young lad, too.
TOBY: And for you Sir?
HARTLEY: Oh no I'm quite content with my crumpet thank you.
TOBY: Sir.
Toby exits.
HARTLEY: Nice boy isn't he?
Lieutenant Hartley takes a large bite out of his crumpet as he sets his paper on the desk.
HARTLEY: Righty-ho, suppose we better crack on then.
The Lieutenant removes a pen from his jacket pocket and begins writing on a large, leather bound notepad that had been kept within the desk's drawer.
HARTLEY: (Speaking as he writes) Lieutenant Hartley with British Military Intelligence, overseein' interrogation of Mister Wilhelm Bauer. (To himself) Ooh I really gotta start rememberin' to date these. (To Wilhelm) Don't happen to know the date do you lad?
WILHELM: No.
HARTLEY: We'll call it Friday...
Lieutenant Hartley finishes the last quick scribbles before setting the pen down.
HARTLEY: Right.
Lieutenant Hartley removes the diary of Captain Rudolph Dietrich from the desk drawer.
HARTLEY: Given anymore consideration upon your answer regardin' this little gem of mischief?
WILHELM: It's not mine.
HARTLEY: Your name's on it.
WILHELM: I know.
HARTLEY: But it's not yours?
WILHELM: No.
HARTLEY: Well see now we're just back to where we was before!
WILHELM: Find. Fritz.
HARTLEY: Aye, but Fritz who?!
WILHELM: (Desperate) I don't know! I didn't get his last name.
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Flight of the Maybug (Script)
Historical FictionHitler is dead and SS Captain Rudolph Dietrich has just committed suicide. Now, the surviving members of his ragtag squad, hell-bent in their desire to escape and surrender to western forces, must negotiate the wasteland of their own selfish wants i...
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