A Field in England Page #5

rammed down there, and no mistake.

- Almighty God!

- (LAUGHING) Friend!

(ECHOING) They are over here, Devil!

(MARCHING DRUMBEAT)

(MARCHING DRUMBEAT CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(COOPER'S SPEECH MUFFLED)

(GROANS)

(CRUNCH)

(MOANS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

- Perhaps Almighty God

- (GROANS)

has charged me

as your personal physician.

I will attend you presently,

if this maniac will hold his tongue!

- (GROANS)

- Attend that!

Do not utter a word, or...

He'll turn you into a weevil.

I will say but one thing.

I have missed you both.

You will die unless

I apply pressure presently.

Perhaps 'tis this bastard's turn

to learn a lesson from me.

He has risen more times

than f***ing Lazarus!

(GROANS)

Watch carefully as I die,

and take note how I do it!

I should deliver that message to your wife

on the end of my cock!

O'NEIL:
You chose to associate

with a low sort, Whitehead!

He's injured.

He lies some 70-odd yards or so yonder.

- Is that to say we are still friends?

- No! We're not!

(GUNSHOT)

You may still catch

your quarry single-handed.

There, now you're a soldier.

I am no soldier.

Will he find you running away?

He will not, sir.

Not this time.

You think there was...

You think there was treasure in this field?

The treasure is here between us,

is it not, friend?

Huh!

A pretty sentiment.

But you will no doubt starve on your own.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

(WHIMPERING) I would like

to have shared that ale with him.

- COOPER:
So, he is your better friend now.

- (GRUNTS)

You two are as peas in a pod,

and I am but to pick up

the scraps of your affection.

Do not speak.

The message was clear.

Well, I shall prove my worth

as a better friend to you yet.

- (MOANS)

- See if I don't.

(PANTING)

Oh. Sh*t and thistles.

O'NEIL:
O'er thee I keep my lonely watch,

intent to

(GRUNTS) catch it. Damn it.

Intent thy lightest breath to catch...

Damn. What is the rest of that song?

The coward is here.

(MOANING)

(CHIMING)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep

It grieves me sore to hear thee weep

If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad

Thy moaning makes my heart full sad

Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy

Thy father bred me great annoy

Baloo, baloo

Baloo, baloo

Baloo, baloo

Lu-li-li-lu

O'er thee I keep my lonely watch

Intent my lightest breath to catch

O, when thou wak'st to see thee smile

And thus my sorrow to beguile

Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy

Thy father bred me great annoy

Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep

It grieves me sore to hear thee weep

Twelve weary months have crept away

Since he upon thy natal day

left thee and me

To seek afar a bloody fate in doubtful war

Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep

It grieves me sore to hear thee weep

If thou'lt be silent, I'll be glad

Thy moaning makes my heart full sad

I dreamed a dream but yesternight

Thy father slain in foreign fight

He, wounded, stood beside my bed

His blood ran down upon thy head

He spoke no word but looked on me

Bent low and gave a kiss to thee

Baloo, baloo, my darling boy

Thou 'rt now alone thy mother's joy

(LOW RINGING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

(GUNSHOTS)

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