WILHELM: (Terrified) But I don't know any-!
Lieutenant Hartley places a finger over Wilhelm's mouth.
HARTLEY: Ah, after your tea. Now, you Germans, you drink your tea from a mug, or out pot?
Pause.
HARTLEY: Mug, or pot?
WILHELM: Cup.
HARTLEY: (Roaring) I said mug or pot!
WILHELM: (Quickly) Mug!
HARTLEY: Good. Open up.
Pause.
HARTLEY: Don't make me ask again...
Wilhelm slowly opens his mouth, which Lieutenant Hartley immediately fills with the base of the empty tea cup.
HARTLEY: Now, it's gonna get a bit warm, not as warm as it'd be without a mug mind you, but still, I've heard after a while, it becomes rather uncomfortable...
Wilhelm can do nothing but groan in helpless anguish as Lieutenant Hartley prepares to pour the tea. However, mere moments before the first drops of the boiling liquid hit the cup, Toby, biscuit in hand, bursts on stage.
TOBY: Forgot your biscuit!
HARTLEY: Toby!
TOBY: Oh, sorry Sir, what you doing?
HARTLEY: What's it's look like I'm doin'?!
TOBY: Looks like you're about to pour a cup of tea!
HARTLEY: Does it now?!
TOBY: Aye, it does! Thought you weren't allowed to do it like that anymore, blinded the last fella you did!
HARTLEY: I wasn't actually goin' to do it.
TOBY: Cooked his eyeballs you did.
HARTLEY: Did you hear me?
TOBY: Aye, I heard you, said you wasn't gonna do like it, but from where I'm standing it most certainly looks like you are gonna do it!
HARTLEY: Well of course I wasn't gonna do it, been nothin' but cooperative he has. Why would I blind the eyeballs of someone who's been nothin' but cooperative?
TOBY: I don't know?!
HARTLEY: I was teasin', havin' a bit of fun like. Educatin' him I was.
TOBY: Educating him?
HARTLEY: Aye. Help him up lad.
Toby removes the tea cup from Wilhelm's mouth and begins sitting him back up the correct way.
TOBY: Educating him on what?
HARTLEY: (To Wilhelm) On why it's not a pleasant thing to be subjectin' human beings to various degrees of extreme temperature. Whether be hot or cold, in this case it were hot. Lesson learnt?
Still shaken by recent events, Wilhelm takes a few moments to compose himself.
WILHELM: Yes.
HARTLEY: And will you be doin' it again?
WILHELM: No.
HARTLEY: See, rehabilitation. What's more, maybe another name popped into his head, did it lad?
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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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