On the Corner script

Bill;

Hey, sir, you wouldn’t mind sparing a bit of change would you?

Greg;

It’d be mighty nice of ya, and we can tell ya a story for your troubles.

Anthony;

Oh? You guys are homeless, I suppose?

Bill;

Yes sir, but not cause we can’t work or aren’t educated!

Greg;

It’s just hard for us to get jobs nowadays. We’re vets, from back in the day. Seen some pretty crazy stuff, we have!

Anthony;

You don’t say! You guys were over in ‘nam then?

Bill;

Yes sir!

Greg;

And we got some stories that could blow your mind, bud!

[Anthony, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, puts two bills in the upturned hat]

Bill;

Thanks a million, sir!

[Bill and Greg slowly stand up as they begin talking]

Bill;

So, should we tell him about the bamboo traps? That one was a real good story?

Greg;

No, no, no, we gotta tell him about the air raid! That one was the real kicker!

Bill;

Straight to the best with this guy, huh?

[Bills leans in close to Anthony, as if whispering]

Bill;

We don’t tell to many folks this one, it’s the most exciting one there is!

Anthony;

Really? You know I always wondered what it was like, but my dad’s a higher up and got me out of the draft before it even started.

Bill;

Oh it was a blast kid! But instead of me just telling you how it was, let me tell you a story.

[Anthony begins smiling and nodding enthusiastically]

Anthony;

Yeah! Go for it!

Greg;

Let me explain something to ya first, you see, back in the ‘nam days me and Bill spent most our time going through the jungle by foot. This one though, this was a special mission?

Anthony;

Special mission? What do you mean?

Bill;

It was our first aerial trip into hostile territory, an air raid, where we’d be dropped off by a chopper with a few others to take over a Charlie outpost.

Anthony;

Charlie?

Greg;

Code for the Kong’s, kid.

Bill;

But you see, this easy mission didn’t turn out to easy.

Anthony;

What happened?

[Bill swings behind Anthony, grabbing him shoulders tightly]

Bill;

Hell, kid, hell. Mortar fire, a stream of bullets, an anti-aircraft gun.

Greg;

Our chopper took too much damage, the thing shaking and rumbling like no other.

[Bill begins shaking Anthony vigorously]

Bill;

And suddenly, when it seemed like our chopper might actually touch down, the motor blew.

[Greg lurches forward, grabbing Anthony’s arms]