Two Little Boys Page #2

---

I've missed you.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah.

Couldn't get out of bed.

Do you know what it's like

when you can't get out of bed?

- Uh...

- Basically just stuck in bed.

- Yeah.

- Didn't eat.

Didn't eat for four days.

Ever tried that?

Not eating for four days?

- Uh... no.

- If you don't eat for eight, you die.

So I was basically half-dead.

Probably you should

eat something then, just...

F***. Sayonara, Nige.

Have a good night.

Hey. Deano! Deano!

Mate, what do you want me to do?

How can I help you, if you won't

even admit what you did wrong?

One word. It's all I want from you.

One important word.

You won't say it.

- Please?

- Not 'please', you fuckwit. 'Sorry'.

Oh... yeah... sorry. OK?

Alright.

I accept your apology, Nige.

I've decided I'm willing

to take you back into the flat.

- Uh...

- Yep.

After this is done,

we'll go get your sh*t. I forgive you.

- Move back in today, yeah?

- OK. Yeah.

- Alright?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Awesome.

- Awesome. Yeah.

Awesome.

# Marching music

What are you... What are you doing?

It's not... An ideal place.

It was just, like,

the easy... it was closest.

It's not an ideal place, mate.

- It's got f***in' lights all over it.

- Yeah.

Oh. Sh*t.

F***, Nige.

I'm a fuckwit.

I'm a fuckwit, Deano. Ah...

Well, you're not a fuckwit, alright?

Just got to chill the f*** out.

- Did you touch him?

- Yeah, he didn't get there by himself.

Alright. Just... You've put

fingerprints and sh*t all over him.

Sh*t. Right. (Grunts)

Sh*t. F***.

Oi. Abba.

(Thud!)

Hey, he's definitely dead.

Yeah, I told you he's very dead.

(Strains) F***.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

F***, get off my f***ing foot.

Oh, get down here.

F***in' come on!

I just... I'll keep a lookout.

F***, I can't lift him by myself.

F***in' get down here.

You could not have put him

in a worse spot. Do you know that?

It's like a game

of f***in' pick-up sticks down here.

(Both grunt)

Hey, he's still warm.

Yeah, no, they don't go stiff

for, like, a day.

One, two, three.

(Both strain)

F***in' go, Nige! Go!

Power. Power... for the thrust up.

Ready? One, two, three.

(Both grunt)

- And thrust.

Thrust up. Oh, f***, Nige!

F***in' lift.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

DEANO:
Fireman's lift.

(Both grunt)

- Agh!

(Both grunt)

(Both strain)

Oh! Oh. Watch your f***in' hand.

Oh. (Pants)

(Both grunt, strain)

NIGE:
Yuck.

DEANO:
I'll go check

if the coast is clear.

- Alright?

- Yeah.

# Marching music

(Bombs whistling, explosion)

Nige, let's go! Go!

(Artillery fire, explosions)

(Both shriek)

F***, yeah! Let's go, Nige!

DEANO:
Go, go, go!

GERMAN SOLDIER:
Achtung! Achtung!

(Gunshot)

Alright. Come on.

DEANO:
Double-time, double-time.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes