Winston Churchill: I hate being poor.
(Winston Churchill picks up a Hershey’s Chocolate bar wrapper from the gutter. Starving, he begins to lick it. After pausing for a moment, Winston begins to chew the wrapper, trying to get some of its chocolaty taste. It is then Winston notices the children inside the candy shop staring at him in horror. Ashamed, his face reddens and his eyes water. He slowly walks to the park, too sad to run)
Lady at park: Hey there, little boy! What’s the matter? Where are your parents?
Winston Churchill: They’re dead, mam. They died in the Civil War. Now I have to feed myself, but I’m too young to get a real job.
Lady at park: Oh, that’s so sad!
(The lady turns and walks away)
Winston Churchill: Dang it, if I just had money… If I had money I could buy warm clothes, I could eat tasty treats, and I could move far overseas.
(Winston Churchill gets hit by a truck that was driving through the park)
Winston Churchill: My legs! My legs! I’ll never walk again!
Heaven Angel: No, you won’t. But you will be King of England.
Winston Churchill: I will?
(For the first time since the movie began, the heaven angel disappears.)
Winston Churchill: I will?! No! Please, come back!
Winston Churchill: My only friend, and it’s gone…
(Winston Churchill begins crying, and through the camera’s rapidly alternating shots of his ruined legs and the space where the heaven angel used to be, the audience understands that he’s crying not just because he’ll never walk again, but also because he lost his only friend)
7 years later
(It’s the year 1861. Winston Churchill is 15 years old. He is right smack in the middle of puberty, with acne, the greasy face, and the gangly arms. He is like the whole shebang of puberty except that his legs don’t work.)
Winston Churchill: Verily, I own a casino empire!
(The camera pulls back to reveal Winston Churchill is in his wheelchair on the roof of the “England Casino,” a prominent casino on the
Audience: Cheer for you!
(Winston Churchill takes a huge bite from a Hershey’s Chocolate Bar. When he is done, he licks the wrapper greedily, just like he did when he was 8. He is no longer ashamed.)
Winston Churchill: Yesterday’s morn I shot an officer of the law.
Madeline: Oh, I might argue that, Winston. Yesterday’s morn we saw a picture film.
Winston Churchill: Ay, but I could have, Madeline. And t’would have been so easy. And no person in this town would have said naught!
Madeline: I must leave you, Winston.
Winston Churchill: No not so, thy villainess, thy bitch!
Madeline: Yes, Winston. ‘Tis so. Whence I fell in love, I fell in love with a lad. And maybe the lad naught had coin, but he was good and true. He would speak of how he was to be the king of all
Winston Churchill: You matter not! I need you, not! And take witness, vile serpent! I AM the king of
Madeline: (softly, like a baby’s whisper) Oh, Winston, love? Do you verily think that is what thine heaven angel meant? That you should be king of a casino?
Winston Churchill: Go! Get out of here before I break thine face!
Winston Churchill: (Crying) No! Heaven Angel! Return to me! How many times must I lose thee? (licks chocolate bar wrapper)
(Winston Churchill, his head bent down, rolls his wheelchair slowly away from his casino empire like he’s a sad cripple on a wheelchair.)
Winston Churchill: She’s right. I have changed. I’m bitter with the taste of the hurt of the world on my soul. Oh regret! You flood my mind and dampen it like a thousand biblical floods! Yea, but it is not too late. I can change. I will change. I’m going to be good again.
(A woman approaches Winston Churchill in the alleyway)
Amelia: You’re trying to be good?
Winston Churchill: Yes. I am. But I’ve been bad for seven years and I don’t know if I can do it. I mean, see that casino over there?
Amelia: Where?
Winston Churchill: That big one. Right there, right in front of that automobile.
Amelia: I don’t see it.
Winston Churchill: Really? You don’t? With the neon lights that say “England Casino”? It’s right there.
Amelia: No, I really can’t see it. I can’t see it because I’m an idiot and I can’t see huge buildings even though I can see everything else.
Winston Churchill: What?
Amelia: Of course I can see it! Get over yourself, cripple.
Winston Churchill: Sorry.
Amelia: I’m a tomboy. I talk back to men.
Winston Churchill: Woah. What else do you do?
Amelia: This: Fly planes. You see, my name is Amelia Earhart.
Winston Churchill: The pilot?!
Later
Winston Churchill: (licks chocolate bar wrapper)
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