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Place - A deserted graveyard somewhere in London where Pip is beside his parents and baby
brothers’ graves.
Introduction
Magwitch - Named after some oldie great great grandparent. Escaped from prison recently and
is wanted as he is a gangster.
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Pip touches the gravestones of his family and mournfully looks at them. He wishes that they all
were alive, but is still a little thankful to atleast have a house. He also talks about how he is
bullied. Pip shudders as he thinks of his sister, Mrs Joe’s rages and temper.
Pip - " Philip Pirrip" I never saw you, Father. All i have of you is my name, Philip Pirrip. It's so
difficult to say. I get bullied in school because of it. Mother, i wish i remembered you but alas i
was too young. I wish all my brothers had lived, then i wouldn't have to live with my sister. She
gets into terrible rages sometimes.
Pip- Oh no please don’t, good sir! Please don’t. I do care very much for my life.
(silently screams inside his head.)
Pip- i-i-i
Magwitch - you-you-you?
Pip - Pip
Pip points to the second floor of the apartment where he lives.He whimpers as
Magwitch searches him for any belongings and money or atleast food.
He finds a crust of a pizza in his ragged jeans and gobbles it up
Magwitch -You young boy, I could eat up your cheeks if i wanted to , they are soooo chubby
Magwitch- let’s see. LITTLE undercooked adult , where are your parents , im sure they must be
somewhere around here
Pip - Well, they are here, don’t you see? ( points at the graves of his family members )
Magwitch- Huh. So where do you live anyways? That is if I do let you live anymore. Eh, i'm still
not sure , by the looks of it …you better start praying.
Magwitch - so you say your uncle is a blacksmith … hmm let’s see. Do you know what a
blacksmith's file is ? A tool?
Magwitch - Yes. I do. AND BRING ME FOOD. I'm dying from hunger . STUPID PRISON
FOOD.
Pip - yes - yes sir. I will , sir please, if you let me go. Please .
Magwitch - Tomorrow at 10. I expect to see you with food and the file at the old fort. Dare say a
word and you shall join your family.
Pip - Please don't kill me!! I'll get the food at file tomorrow morning. I promise.
Magwitch - If you don’t , I’ll have your liver and heart and other organs taken out. Now we
wouldn’t want that, would we ?
Magwitch - for your trust , you should swear on your family's souls . Poor , poor them .
Magwitch - WHAT'S good about this night ? In this dreaded cold . I might as well die .
THE END
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