stand there, get him up on the bank!
FIRST BOY
What for? Not like we can help.
SECOND BOY
It’s not what we can do, fool, it’s what he’s got on him!
SPLASHING SOUNDS as he starts dragging JACK out.
FIRST BOY
All right, all right—I’m not stupid, y’know.
MORE SPLASHING as they get JACK onto the bank; TWIN THUMPS as they collapse. SECOND BOY begins going through his pockets.
SECOND BOY
Bloody hell, what’s this? No rings, no cutter, no bloody nothing!
FIRST BOY
Looks a right toff, though. And that red hair.
SECOND BOY
Unlucky. Besides—
A WATER-CHOKED COUGH interrupts him. Dead silence. Another, deeper cough.
FIRST BOY
(Dumbstruck)
He’s alive!
SECOND BOY
I see that, booby! All right, all right. Run and get the doctor.
FIRST BOY
Up at the madhouse?
SECOND BOY
Is there another? Come on! I’ll stay and watch him.
FIRST BOY runs off. JACK keeps coughing until his fit subsides. Ragged, uneven breathing sets in.
SECOND BOY
(To himself)
Yeah, I’ll just watch him.
(Rummaging in JACK’s coat)