Moving right along

(LEW takes the little pamphlet off the wall and gives it a once over, then turns his skeptical gaze on HENRY.)

LEW: You did this?


LEW: …You sure?

HENRY: Sure am.

LEW: (glances at the pamphlet and notices that it’s written under an assumed name.)

HENRY: It was my grandfather’s name.
(he smiles proudly. LEW’s tips his head slightly.)

LEW: You feeling all right?

HENRY: Absolutely.

LEW: (eyeballs him just a little)
You’re not really, erm, actin’ like yourself, mate…


LEW: What’s all this, anyway? (he begins to skim the article) “Proper decency toward all bugs,” “insect’s right to their own decisions,” “casting off outdated rituals of violent and primordial origins?!”

HENRY: (grins.)
That’s one of my favourites.

(LEW continues to stare.)
LEW: Blimey, mate…when you used to talk about all this stuff, I figured you were just, y’know…talkin’… But now, this… you’re just askin’ for trouble, you know that?

(HENRY nods.)

LEW: You really think you can make a difference?

(HENRY nods again. LEW is dumbstruck. HENRY smiles and pats his diminuitive friend on the back.)

HENRY: You think I’ve lost it, then?

LEW: (a little petulant)
Yeah, I do.

HENRY: Gone loopy, crackers, round the bend?

LEW: Yup.

HENRY: Maybe I have, Lew,
(they both begin to walk into a horizon made glorious gold and yellow by a setting sun)
but I feel good.

LEW: (angry) Tell me that the first time some angry bug kicks your carapace…
(he glances anxiously at his wristwatch. talking has made him late.)
Look, mate, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get going, I’ve, er, got somewhere to be…

HENRY: (gently teasing) Oh?

LEW: Yeh…just out…somewhere…with a mate…

HENRY: Does this “mate” happen to be a pretty little butterfly?

LEW: Easy, awright? Bad enough I get it from the girls at the shop…

HENRY: Awwww, (he tousles the trilby on LEW’s head, which frustrates him to no end) Widdle Lew’s got a lady-friend!

(LEW is frustrated, but knows he’ll have to deal with it sooner or later. He actually begins to smile a little until, flustered, he starts slapping HENRY’s cooing and coddling away.)

LEW: Awright, awright, that’s enough! I really gotta go.

HENRY: Then go, you daft bug! Faint hearts and fair ladies and all that!

(he dismisses him with a wave and a smile. LEW returns the smile sheepishly. He’s new at this.)

LEW: Right. Here I go.


LEW: I’m going.


LEW: Out on a date…with Vera…

HENRY: Just go already!

LEW: Blimey…

(he putters off, muttering worriedly to himself. HENRY laughs heartily, his soul is light. For the first time in his life, he feels as if he’s doing what’s right, not what’s convienient, what he’s always wanted to do. What follows next is a short montage of HENRY trying to hand out various pamphlets and preach his message. Over the course of a few days, and while instrumental versions of the previous songs are played, we see HENRY get rebuked. Sometimes violently, sometimes comedically, by all ages and all sorts, everything from an old lady batting him with a handbag to a small child stomping on his foot, with plenty of people in between simply paying him little to no attention. A few people take information out of pity, but try not to get chided by the others around them. During a particularly solemn moment in the music, we see LEW and VERA skirt HENRY’s little sideshow, pretending as if they don’t know him. Another scene depicts CECELIA walking by, unfortunately catching HENRY’s gaze, and deliberately walking away. Nevertheless, HENRY continues on. We see him still doing his boring, bland work, but in the evening we see him speaking. He is clearly being stretched very thin. During one particularly exhausting late night handing out pamphlets, after a full day’s work, HENRY is approached from behind by a group of burly, and rather upset looking fellow mantises.)

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