| Wayne |
You sure we're in the right field Gary? |
| Gary |
Sure? Course, I'm sure, 'ave I ever let you down! Anyway, you leave the
thinking to me alright. |
| Wayne |
If you say so. |
| Gary |
Yeah, well I does don't I. |
| Wayne |
Can't see no sheep though. |
| Gary |
We'll find 'em don't you worry. |
| Wayne |
It's just so dark. I can't see nothin'. |
| Gary |
Well, that's good in'it - in our line of business. What aint seen can't
be told. |
| Wayne |
Suppose so. [pause] Where are all the shepherds then? |
| Gary |
I dunno, gone down into the village I think, some sort of party, or something.
I heard one bloke say they'd seen things in the hills. Don't know what
sort of things. Anyway, a spot of luck for us aint it. |
| Wayne |
Yeah, suppose. But I like parties. Can we go later? |
| Gary |
No we can't! You can't go round nicking sheep, then go to a party with
the shepherds! It don't work that way does it. |
| Wayne |
Oh [whine] I really like parties. |
| Gary |
Oh shut yer mouth up and look for them sheep. |
| Wayne |
[Pause] Yuk [general cries of disgust] I think I just stepped in something. |
| Gary |
Trust you. |
| Wayne |
How big are these sheep supposed to be? |
| Gary |
Oh stop yer moaning an' get out that new torch of yours and shine it over
there. |
|
[Gary must have his back to Wayne. The angel appears in front of Wayne
bathed in light.Wayne sees him and falls to his knees]. |
| Wayne |
[Stupified] Daa, daa, daa, .... |
| Gary |
[Unawares as yet].Blimey Wayne, that new torch of yours is pretty good,
you got new batteries an all. |
| Wayne |
Gaa, gaa, gaa. |
| Gary |
Still can't see no sheep. |
| Wayne |
Gaa. gaa, gaa. |
| Gary |
Oh! Will you stop going gaa gaa gaa, and help me find these bloomin...
[turns round] Arrrgh! [rush to Wayne's side and falls on knees]. |
| Angel |
Do not be afraid! |
| Gary |
Wha-what do yer mean d-don't be afraid, we're p-p-petrified! |
| Angel |
I know, I don't know why I bother, but it's in the script! I suppose it
would be better to say - Be afraid, be very afraid, but you've got to make
an effort for shepherds haven't you |
| Wayne |
Baa baa baa. |
| Gary |
[Slaps Wayne on the arm] You can shut up now. |
| Wayne |
Ow. |
| Angel |
You are, ... you are shepherds aren't you? |
| Gary |
Yes. |
| Wayne |
No. |
| Gary |
[Slaps Wayne on arm and hisses] Shut up will yer. |
| Angel |
What, you're not shepherds? |
| Gary |
No. |
| Wayne |
Yes. |
| Gary |
[Slaps Wayne on the arm and hisses insistantly] Will you shut up! |
| Angel |
Let me see, no sheep, no shepherds crook, no beards, and an unmarked Ford
Transit in the lane. You're not shepherds at all are you. You're sheep
rustlers! [light flashes]. |
| Wayne |
Now we're for it! Please don't hurt us. |
| Angel |
Well, I am an angel, a messenger of God. I had some good news for you,
but I'm not sure I should tell you now. |
| Gary |
What, you can tell us where the sheep are? |
| Wayne |
Oh, shut up Gary. |
| Gary |
Sorry. |
| Angel |
No, it was about a party in the village, a very specially party, by invitation
only. |
| Wayne |
Oh a party, a party, I love a party, please Mr. Angel, we're sorry for
being sheep rustlers aren't we Gary. |
| Gary |
S'pose. |
| Angel |
Well, I don't know. |
| Wayne |
Oh please, please, please, nice Mr. Angel, please let us go please. |
| Angel |
Well, if I could be sure you had changed your ways. |
| Wayne |
We will, we will, we'll never nick any more sheep never, will we Gary. |
| Gary |
S'pose. What's this party about anyway? |
| Angel |
It is a very special party for a very special baby. His name is Jesus.
He is God come to earth. He will show the world how to love, how to forgive
and how to heal. Many will put their trust in him and return the love he
has for them. His party will never end. |
| Wayne |
Wow! |
| Angel |
Many are invited to the party but not all want to go. But for those who
do go, their lives are never the same again, Jesus party lives in them. |
| Wayne |
Wow, I want to go, choose me, choose me! |
| Angel |
You may go. |
| Wayne |
Wow thanks Mr angel, hurray, [sings like a kid] I'm going to the party,
I'm going to the party. |
| Angel |
But what about you Gary, do you want to go? |
| Gary |
He won't want me at his party. I'm a bad lad yu' know. |
| Angel |
Do you think your badness is bigger than Jesus' goodness? |
| Gary |
S'pose not. |
| Angel |
Well, then, what are you waiting for? |
| Wayne |
Yeah, what are you waiting for Gary, come on let's go Gazza-babe. |
| Gary |
Don't call me that [they get up and move out of the light] I won't go if
you call me Gazza-babe! |
| Wayne |
Okay, I won't call you [exagerated] Gazza-babe. |
| Gary |
Oi! |
| Wayne |
[Calls back] Bye Mr. Angel. |
|
[Light goes out - electronic voices rise and fade] |
|
THE END. |