The Brave
Transcript written by and used with the courtesey of Angela Sugden
Larry …man, you know what?
Raphael I’m here about the job.
Larry And what job is that?
Raphael Maybe I’m in the wrong place.
Larry That depends.
Raphael On what?
Larry On whether or not you’re in the right place.
Raphael Are, er, are you the guy I’m supposed to see?
Larry Well, I don’t know. Who told you that?
Raphael Some guy I met in a bar.
Larry Who? Where? When?
Raphael The other day.
Larry You’re going to have to do better than that.
Raphael He gave me this, and he, er, he said… He said that you were looking for somebody with a, er…special kinda talent. You mind if I smoke?
Larry It’s your life. What guy, which bar?
Raphael Freedos on sixth street.
Larry You go there a lot, do you?
Raphael Sometimes.
Larry Been drinking?
Raphael No. Why?
Larry Well, sometimes you Indians been known to take a drink or two.
Whizzy Whizzy
Raphael How much does it pay?
Larry I don’t have anything to do with the money part of it. Are you, working anywhere now?
Raphael You think I’d be here if I was?
Larry Why aren’t you working?
Raphael There ain’t no jobs.
Larry Maybe you drink too much.
Raphael Maybe you don’t drink enough.
Larry Ho, ho, ho. Have you done any time? That’s a stupid question. What for?
Raphael Drunk and disorderly. Burglary. Grand Theft Auto as a minor. Assault.
Larry That’s enough. Three-time loser, habitual. Married?
Raphael Yeah.
Larry Kids? Have you got any kids? That’s why you want the job, isn’t it? For your family.
Raphael I got a boy and a girl.
Larry What other family you got? No brothers?
Raphael Why’re you asking me all these questions?
Larry Well, the family thing can be kinda touchy. Sometimes they can be a real pain in the ass, as you can imagine. Especially brothers.
Whizzy (Gibberish)
Raphael I had one, he’s dead.
Larry How’d he die?
Raphael Vietnam. He blew his brains out ten days after he got back.
Larry Oh, really? That kinda thing run in your family?
Raphael Death?
Larry Suicide. Hey, I’ll tell you what… Come with me.
Mr McCarthy Whoa. Erm. Oh, I’m sorry. I thank you very much for coming. I’m very pleased that you… My God.
Raphael What’s the matter?
Mr McCarthy Excuse me, please. Sit down. May I ask your name?
Raphael Raphael.
Mr McCarthy Raphael. A very beautiful name. It’s unfortunate we, we’re meeting in these somber, dreary circumstances. What we have here is, er, a little bit of shadow-play. May I, offer you some refreshment? Let’s have a drink. Tell me… are you afraid to die?
Raphael Are you?
Mr McCarthy No. Not now. No, I’m not afraid to die. I regard death as now, a sort of necessary… metamorphosis. And, perhaps the more painful the death, the more… well, it’s a kind of refinement. See, there’s pain when we come into the world at birth. So it’s fitting there should be, pain at the end of it. A sort of transfiguration, a completion of a… a completion of a, er, an equation. Have you ever seen any woman giving birth? No? Well, her face… is twisted. It’s full of sweat and… anguish. But strangely punctuated by… joy. You know, in some ways, Raphael, I… I feel a kinship. I feel that we are of the same mind. Watching a painful death can be a great inspiration for those who, who are not dying. So that they can see how brave… we can be, when it’s time to go. It is the final measure of bravery to stand up to death. In exquisite anguish. And… I’m sorry. But when death finally, comes and, pays us it’s final visit, we, er… we then can bid him welcome. It seems to me now… that the closer that… one can come to death in life, makes the passage into death all the more easy. And it also leaves behind the greatest gift that anyone can, give another, which is… the courage to face death. And that’s the greatest contribution that anyone can learn. One life’s gone, give another. Well, anyway…
Raphael How much will I be paid, for that?
Mr McCarthy Well, actually, trying to be realistic, I suppose that depends on… how willing you are, how brave you are. Because the more you are able to withstand, spiritually, and physically… then, er, the more money’ll be paid to you. You know, it’s always, I mean, it’s crazy, it’s insulting to put a price on life. But if we have to render unto Caesar the things that are Caesars, and render unto God the things that are Gods. Then, I’d say fifty-thousand dollars. I’ll pay you some of it right now.
Raphael What if I take off?
Mr McCarthy You know, I’ve spent most of my life… developing an instinct. An instinct about people… and I think a man of your spirit, your culture and your honesty… No, I don’t think you will do that. Please take this now, and then respect our agreement.
Raphael Yeah. When do you want me back?
Mr McCarthy Let’s say one week, you have one week. Bye, my young friend.
Raphael Okay. Give me a bottle.
Bartender Hey, off the bar.
Raphael Oh, God.
Bartender Hey, what about your drink? Ass-bag.
Man Hey, come on, away from the car… …be careful there, don’t blow the horn.
Rita There’s something on the stove, if you want.
Raphael I got a job.
Rita Got a job, or did a job?
Raphael Got a job. A real job.
Rita What kinda job’s that?
Raphael Warehouse in town. Good pay.
Rita When do you start?
Raphael In a few days.
Rita Reece came looking for you.
Raphael Sure he came to see me?
Rita What’s that supposed to mean?
Raphael Oh, I don’t know. Hola, Como Sta?
Junior How’s your… hole…
Father Junior.
Junior …family?
Father You best slow that down, you gonna break the damn nib.
Raphael Yeah, okay. Anything yet?
Father Huh? Nope.
Junior Your hole?
Father Now, you be quiet now.
Raphael Ever think you might not hit?
Father Uh-uh.
Raphael How long you been at it?
Father Drilling?
Raphael Yeah.
Father Seven years, eight and a half months next Sunday tea-time. Soadie? You want a soadie-pop?







