WILHELM: I didn't-
HARTLEY: Over 63 they reckon!
WILHELM: I was an assistant!
Pause.
HARTLEY: Well that there be the worst excuse I ever did hear that is! You only want half responsibility what with you only bein' an "assistant"?! Fine! That still leaves you with a mortician's fee for 31.5 little babbers that does.
Toby enters, carrying a tray with two empty cups and a steaming pot of tea.
HARTLEY: Toby! You was in Norway was you not?
TOBY: Aye, I was.
HALEY: How many wee little babbers did you murder while you was over there?
TOBY: Oh well let's see...
HARTLEY: I am trying to prove a point here lad.
TOBY: Oh not many then.
HARTLEY: (To Wilhelm) Not many, you hear that?
TOBY: How many did he do?
HARTLEY: 31 and a half, at least!
TOBY: Ooh that's not good.
HARTLEY: I did tell him that.
Toby pours the tea into the first cup before giving it to Lieutenant Hartley.
HARTLEY: Thank you Toby.
TOBY: You're welcome Sir.
Toby prepares to pour the tea into the second cup but is swiftly stopped by the Lieutenant.
HARTLEY: I'll do it myself.
TOBY: Oh, okay. Careful though Sir, 'tis very hot.
HARTLEY: (Staring at Wilhelm) I'm countin' on it.
TOBY: Sir?
HARTLEY: Thank you Toby.
Toby politely exits.
After staring at Wilhelm for an uncomfortably long time, Lieutenant Hartley finally breaks the tension by taking a long, noisy sip of tea.
HARTLEY: Now that is a crackin' cup of tea.
Lieutenant Hartley stands up and begins a slow, malevolent walk over towards Wilhelm.
HARTLEY: Willie my son, I is gonna level with you, I couldn't give a monkey's ass 'bout how many wee little babbers you did, or didn't murder. But what I do care about is me job, and there are a lot of names in that there diary, very interestin' names some of 'em.
With Wilhelm still tied to it, Lieutenant Hartley expertly flips the chair onto its back while simultaneously pivoting it 180 degrees, resulting in the young boy's feet being left dangling in the air while his head lands, with a heavy thump, downstage.
HARTLEY: Now, you say that there book ain't yours, meaning' there be no way you could possibly know who those names actually belong to, aye?
WILHELM: (Distressed) Yes...
HARTLEY: See now that there just don't fly with upper-management. So...
Lieutenant Hartley fetches the empty tea cup and tea pot before kneeling beside Wilhelm's head.
HARTLEY: You is now going to enjoy your tea. During which, I is gonna give you time, to think, real careful now, 'bout any of them there names we may find in that there book-
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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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