TOBY: Oh come now Sir, you do have a habit of blowing things out of-
Toby sees the picture.
TOBY: Oh Jesus Christ.
HARTLEY: Not the biggest fan of that there blasphemy but aye, my sentiments exactly.
TOBY: Willie you wee feck like, I don't think I need be telling you that if you'd brought us this wee slice of evil you wouldn't be where you are today like. Probably be on some tropic island or something you would.
HARTLEY: Is Ireland tropic?
TOBY: No, I mean island, like a tropic island, like Bahamas or something.
HARTLEY: Oh Bahamas, oh very nice! Who's going Bahamas?
TOBY: No-one's going Bahamas. I'm saying the German could'a gone Bahamas if he'd brought us that evil fella like.
HARTLEY: Aye that is true; you probably could gone Bahamas- well maybe not Bahamas. Blackpool's nice.
TOBY: Never been.
HARTLEY: Oh it's lovely. Like Bahamas, just a bit more mild.
TOBY: Aye?
HARTLEY: Aye...
With conversation having run dry, Lieutenant Hartley and Toby stand awkwardly for a few moments.
TOBY: So...
HARTLEY: Hmm?
TOBY: What's you to do with him like?
HARTLEY: Oh, aye, I don't know, suppose better use him for brownie wranglin' like Cap'n said after all.
TOBY: Aye, I suppose that be best.
HARTLEY: Be a good lad and put that there diary somewhere safe will ya?
TOBY: Don't you need it?
HARTLEY: Why would I need it?
TOBY: I thought it was his diary like, you was using it to question him and that?
HARTLEY: Toby, the first entry from that there diary be from 1923, that be puttin' Mister Willie here at the ripe age of negative 3 at time of penmanship.
Wilhelm stares at Lieutenant Hartley in disbelief.
TOBY: So it's not his diary?
HARTLEY: No it's not his diary! Now would you kindly take it and let me work.
TOBY: So I be taking the diary?
HARTLEY: Aye, be takin' the diary.
TOBY: You be taking the diary?!
HARTLEY: No, you be takin' the- oh leave it.
TOBY: Leave the diary?
HARTLEY: Yes, leave the diary! And also be leavin' the room! Come now, shoo!
TOBY: But Sir-
HARTLEY: I said shoo!
Toby is ushered out of the room by Lieutenant Hartley.
HARTLEY: Apologies there Mister Wilhelm.
WILHELM: You knew it wasn't mine?
HARTLEY: What, the diary? Course I knew it wasn't yours. But have you seen what they have me workin' with? Got nothin' but a brain-dead Irishman, God bless his soul, and me own intuition. Shot in the dark that diary was.
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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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