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Bring out your dead!
There are legs stick out of windows and doors. Two MEN are fighting in
the mud - covered from head to foot in it. Another MAN is on his hands
in knees shoveling mud into his mouth. We just catch sight of a MAN
falling into a well.
CART DRIVER
Bring out your dead!
LARGE MAN
Here's one!
CART DRIVER
Ninepence.
BODY
I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER
What?
LARGE MAN
Nothing... There's your ninepence.
BODY
I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER
'Ere. He says he's not dead.
LARGE MAN
Yes he is.
BODY
I'm not!
CART DRIVER
He isn't.
LARGE MAN
He will be soon. He's very ill.
BODY
I'm getting better!
LARGE MAN
You're not. You'll be stone dead in a few minutes.
CART DRIVER
I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.
BODY
I don't want to go on the cart.
LARGE MAN
Don't be such a baby.
CART DRIVER
I can't take him.
BODY
I feel fine.
LARGE MAN
Do me a favor.
CART DRIVER
I can't.
LARGE MAN
Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes. He won't be long.
CART DRIVER
I promised I'd be at the Robinson's. They've lost nine today.
LARGE MAN
When's your next round?
CART DRIVER
Thursday.
BODY
I think I'll go for a walk.
LARGE MAN
You're not fooling anyone you know.
(to CART DRIVER)
Isn't there anything you could do?
BODY
(singing unrecognizably)
I feel happy... I feel happy.
The CART DRIVER looks at the LARGE MAN for a moment. Then they both do
a quick furtive look up and down the street. The CART DRIVER very
swiftly brings up a club and hits the OLD MAN. (Out of shot but the
singing stops after a loud bonk noise.)
LARGE MAN
(handing over the money at last)
Thanks very much.
CART DRIVER
That's all right. See you on Thursday.
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