THE SETTLEMENT
0245HRS
[Audible murmurs and grumbling are heard from the neighbouring
immigrants. They are hopeful in this foreign place of promise. They do
not want to cause any trouble. They do not need any more problems. Let
alone some drunks shouting in the middle of the night. Some of them
have a particular set of skills…]
MOGI WOBBLER
Dey bring troubl if they don quit
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MARIA LAZLO
Mi történik odakint?
JOSEF LAZLO
Nem tudom nem érdekel
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BORG IRATI
Assoolu
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MOGI WOBBLER
Troubl they brin. Troubl. Polis don come here and tek us in
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YULI GEREZI
[Being the immediate next door neighbour is an occupational hazard
here.] Kaka jan! MəTHərfəkərs!!!
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BIG BROTHER RUKUS
Hear hear. We have gotten to them. Let them feel our pain! They think
they are not shit. But they are. Tomorrow they will know.
SMALL BROTHER RUKUS
But will they big brother? I am bored. I need a smoke.
GIGGLY SISTER RUKUS
Hear hear. They shout at us!
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HOOPTE GOBBLEDYGOOK
YULI GEREZI
[shouting] MADARIKATU DENA! GUZTIAK HILKO ZAITUT! HILDA ZAUDE!
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MARIA LAZLO
Meg kell tudnunk, mi történik
JOSEF LAZLO
Menj vissza aludni no. Nem akarunk bajt
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MOGI WOBBLER
They gon brin troubl. I no it. I no it. Idiots!
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FRIDA LAURENT
[worried look on her face]
Papa, entendre entendre!
ARMAND LAURENT
[brushes daughter’s head]
Va dormir chérie.
FRIDA LAURENT
Papa, qu’est ce qu’ils disent?
HELENA LAURENT
Ecoute ton père, Frida.
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REMI SANCHEZ
[Sighs]
Aquí pensé que sería un agujero silencioso
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MOGI WOBBLER
Sombody gota do sumthin…Or we don
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