Sarah Ontiveros
LAZZO
Yeah, yeah. About that lighter,then?
BILLY stares at the rotted bread disappointingly.
BILLY
Gimme the cigarette.
He tosses the lighter to LAZZO.
LAZZO
Aha!
(pulls out a half-smoked
cigarette and hands it to BILLY)
There you are, good sir!
BILLY stares at the half-cigarette blankly. A beat. He
bursts laughing.
BILLY
Half a cigarette? You bastard. I
should’ve guessed, scam artists you
are . . . Can I at least have a
light?
LAZZO looks around and makes sure there are no guards
in sight, once it is clear he reaches over and lights
the cigarette.
KILGORE
I don’t think I can stand another
day of rotten bread.
LAZZO
Oh suck it up, kid. It’s show time!
LAZZO stands up as a German guard walks by and BILLY
turns his back to hid his last drag off the cigarette.
GUARD TWO
Aufstehn! Aufstehn! Get up! Back to
verk!
LAZZO walks away.
BILLY puts out his cigarette butt on the black bread
and stands up. He reaches in his pocket, turns around
and tosses something to KILGORE.
KILGORE
(quietly)
An apple . . . but how’d—
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