Jessica Jill Partridge

[Eggsy enters Harry's room]

Eggsy: Harry. What's going on?

Harry Hart: I was just packing. Look at all these lovely toiletries Merlin very kindly gave me as a leaving present. Here, try this aftershave.

Eggsy: Yeah, I know, Harry. I'm wearing it. Listen. You can't just give up.

Harry Hart: Give up? No, on the contrary, I'm about to achieve my dream. Researching rare butterflies alongside some of the finest minds in entomology.

[Eggsy looks at the drawings on the walls]

Eggsy: You know, you may as well have me stuck up on this wall. 'Cause you're never gonna find a butterfly more interesting than me.

Harry Hart: Sorry?

Eggsy: When you and I first met, I was just, like, a maggot.

Harry Hart: Maggots turn into flies. Perhaps you mean larva.

Eggsy: Larva, yeah, okay. Whatever. The point is, everyone wanted to squash me. But not you. You helped me to become a caterpillar. And now I've got wings. I'm flying higher than I ever dreamed, and that is all thanks to you.

Harry Hart: I hate to seem rude, but I need to finish packing and get some sleep.

Eggsy: Harry, you can't just walk away. Kingsman needs you. The whole world needs you.

[pause]

Eggsy: I need you.

Harry Hart: Eggy, whoever the Harry was that you knew, he's gone, I'm afraid.

[offers a handshake]

Harry Hart: Goodbye.

[Eggsy enters Harry's room with a Cairn Terrier puppy. Harry wakes up startled]

Eggsy: It's all right. Don't panic. Just thought I'd bring you a little leaving present.

[Eggsy approaches Harry]

Eggsy: What do you think? He's lovely, isn't he? Would you like to hold him?

[Eggsy gives the puppy to Harry]

Harry Hart: Hello.

[as Harry smiles at the puppy, Eggsy points his gun at it]

Eggsy: Do you think I should shoot him?

[Harry sees the gun and gets off the bed]

Harry Hart: Are you quite mad?

Eggsy: What? What's the problem?

Harry Hart: No! You can't!

Eggsy: Eh? What?

Harry Hart: No, you'll have to shoot me!

Eggsy: Shoot you? Well, I will shoot you.

Harry Hart: No! No one's sick enough to shoot a puppy!

Eggsy: Well, what about you, Harry? You were sick enough to shoot a puppy! Do you remember?

Harry Hart: What?

[Harry breathes heavily as he looks at the puppy and the butterflies on the walls coming to life. He begins to recall his old house and Mr. Pickle before the day Valentine shot him]

Harry Hart: It was a blank!

Eggsy: Yes, Harry! Yes!

Harry Hart: It was a fucking blank!

Eggsy: That's right. It was a blank.

Harry Hart: I would never hurt Mr. Pickle!

Eggsy: Yes, Harry!

Harry Hart: He lived a ripe old age! He died of pancreatitis!

[Harry looks at the puppy]

Harry Hart: You're not Mr. Pickle. Eggsy.

Eggsy: Hello, Harry.