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...aun't it's a lot enough the shock hasn't handled his brake.

Is the sergeant some soldiers in the wait room?

What do they want?

I don't know, they just said to tell you.

Just tell them we won't be long.

Then fetch some more logs.

Get the tea tom, make the fire tom, scrub the floor tom.

I wish I was joining them.

Plenty of time for that when you're 17.

What use is that?

They'll be over then.

I'm sure the law ships will find some other purse subtlest for you to kill somewhere.

Of course they will.

The sun never sets on the empire.

A boat.

Are you a sailor?

Do you have a wife?

Family?

Are you deaf?

That's it, he's deaf.

Where do you want us to sit? Not this.

Not deaf, anyway.

We just need a table and a bit of room.

Yes, I haven't expected you quite so soon.

What do you want a table for?

I'll be with you in a moment.

The bit by your front door looks alright.

Sergeant, this is not a barrack room.

Only once you've done with them,

you'll have to get them down to the mattress.

Sergeant, you can see that we are busy.

You'll wait outside quietly until we are free.

Mr. Martian.

He's shuddered at us, so I should have drank.

See to him then.

So tell me.

Are you a desert?

Why were you so fearful?

The Sun.

Fine, alright.

Yes, your stone deaf and I'm the Archbishop of Cantebury.

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...I haven't read your recruiting rules and I won't be examining any of your mansages.

I was going to explain, I thought they wouldn't be here for hours yet.

All that explanation in the world will make no difference, I have no commission from her majesty or from her army.

But I said that we'll be the recruiting doctors for this area.

Well not this doctor, I'm sorry.

Very well. If you won't do it, I will.

Of course you won't.

I'm not asking you to be involved in anywhere at all Dr. Marshm, neither am I asking your permission.

We can't have a woman like this.

I'll be examining the upstairs, Sergeant.

If you'd follow me.

Now she's not there but she'll get started.

It's systems, earth papers, but every bit is good as a gentleman.

It's right. I mean, I measure the few things that were put in the middle of the lady into my old face.

You know, crash. Come on in here.

She didn't do it in her hair.

So I thought you better search her out, sir.

Major Quarry.

Dr. Brownwell.

I feel incredibly slow.

I thought you just administered this place. I hadn't realised you were a doctor.

Mrs. Bruce never introduces me as one, she thinks it's un-ladylike.

I'm sorry, Miss, but you can't do this.

I beg your pardon?

Well look at the men and... that.

And why not?

Yes. Why not?

Sir.

Miss Bramble can't.

We'll be the lucky stocks, sir.

Dr. Brownwell.

Is that?

Unless you want me to call you fuselair, Reed.

I'm sorry, sir.

Dr. Brownwell.

The men just won't put up with it.

Drop in their jaws for a girl.

If the navies of the East End will drop their drawers, Miss Argent,

I'm sure the infantry will be just as brave.

His first letter of reserve is, sir.

They could be a rowdy mob until they get settled in.

They'll do what the body well told, Sergeant, and so will you.

You don't want to be on a charge.

You'll present yourself and your reserve is here to a clockhouse planned.

Shut up!

How do you sign your name?

Boater's here. Who knew the British?

Just E. Brownwell.

Good. Edward Brownwell.

Or Edwin.

Or Ethel Bird.

Let's keep your identity as small secret between just us.

Just you, me, Sergeant Reed, and a few hundred reservists.

Non-commissioned ranks never speak to officers.

And even if they did, we wouldn't listen to them.

A lady doing army service and no one knows it.

Just a pity we can't actually enlist you.

You never told us.

Are you married?

I'm a widower.

Three little girls living with her aunt.

I see them only at Christmas.

But not long now and I'll be married again.

I've been alone for what seems like.

What is it?

That only drying out.

Be a well before the clockwork.

She's lovely.

Is this your wife?

All right. We'll soon have you back with her.

The lint's all but used up, Doctor.

You'll have to make do with board rag.

I think you're not asleep at that.

There's lice all in some balm.

The Robinson out.

Is it important to all over him?

Good God, no, Matt.

I've been driven to drink in days.

Honey, that's something to eat, Doctor Martian.

She's coming.

That's it.

I'm going to have to go back to the hospital.

I'm going to have to go back to the hospital.

I'm going to have to go back to the hospital.

That is an ex-Mrs Martian.

I shouldn't have assumed.

It's always nice to be asked but the answer would still have been no.

I didn't come into Doctoring to recruit soldiers.

But I'll be turning away those who aren't fit for battle.

Isn't that a good Doctoring thing to do?

You will not win me over with your feminine ways, Madam.

I know that I'm right and that God is in my sight.

What?

Just as the army and the Boer are both noise and theirs.

You can be very pig-headed.

I don't know why any woman should love you.

Neither do I.

A poor Scottish rum and Catholic upstart.

Nurse Caster's you wanted.

Yes, thank you, Tom.

We both have watches. We were just coming.

We'll leave you in the morning.

She'll still do her best to keep her decent.

Thank God, last son of a-lot.

Here we are, Miss. Ready and waiting?

I'm sorry.

Rather more on mass than I expected, Sergeant.

But I admire your enthusiasm.

I'll leave you to it.

I'll come on, dear.

I'll go and get some more.

We are in South Africa protecting the empire

against the fierce, willing, sausage-eating bar.

Some of our brave boys have been wounded in the heat of battle.

And the stretcher bear is risking their own lives.

Take them to safety and to the gentle administrations

of an angel here on Earth.

She shepherds the poor, and the poor,

and the poor, and the poor, and the poor,

and she shepherds the hurt and the dying

into the hospital tent.

The heartless boar has no honour.

And caring nothing for the red cross,

he aims one of his deadly incendories

at the hospital tent.

As the casualties have led out,

they are under fire from the cowardly enemy.

And the soft, feminine heart of our brave nurse

struggles for its life.

But even now,

a thoughts are only for her patience.

A dispatch, saying first aid, tend to under fire,

is entrusted to private Jimmy Smith

and he sets off to deliver it to a nearby garrison.

A bar, maddened by beer and he'd run spiring at young Jimmy,

wounded in the shoulder and in great pain,

private Smith struggles to his feet.

Calling to his comrades, I will go on.

A bar hand is raised, and the evil scum begs for water,

for mercy.

As always, the British soldier has it in abundance

and he parts with his own precious water.

But the enemy knows no honor and feels no gratitude

and he takes his wicked aim.

Bastard!

Ah!

And so, Jimmy Smith lies there in that foreign field among the enemy.

And tonight, another British widow mourns

while her father is child, weeps.

He feels the sport!

Oh!

Come on in!

50 yards away. You get him in your sights and bang.

Psew the smoke on the ground.

...a poor city to see so he starts running.

Bloody coward, you just lift your rifle so much.

BAM!

And there he is!

Dead!

Poor she is.

Well, the enemy's the enemy, isn't it?

You don't have a Favour?

Are you?

Well, a bullet's better than cholera.

They're rotten with it.

No women breed like bloody rabbits anyway.

We don't care who you are.

You can be a murderer, a liar, a cheat, anything.

Whether you run from the low or the army, it makes no difference to us.

You're safe with us, whoever you are.

I promise you.

We promise you.

You understand that?

Clearly not death then.

Don't go. Don't go.

Be German.

You're that charming, near the last.

Call of the people!

Call of the people!

Call of the people!

Be all the bad!

Call of the people!

Be all the bad!

Call of the people!

It makes no difference, not a jot of difference.

You're safe and your secret is safe with us.

Calm yourself.

Mama.

Uncle.

Without dragging him to the extra machine at the East London Hospital we have no way of knowing.

So I think we should treat it as a fracture.

And a safe and sorry, do you think?

Dr. Bramwell.

Yes.

Yes.

Keep it in the splint.

He'll soon be mended.

Jan.

Jan.

No.

John.

Your name is John.

Sardar Weethe, Dr. Bramwell.

Coming.

And you must return to being a mute.

I still have a back in a minute.

Better see to them.

We have to talk about this.

Our soldiers coming over the precook.

Later.

I made it last night.

They say fruit cake improves after a few days, but...

It won't last that long with me, Miss.

One time since I tasted home baking.

That's really exciting.

I'm ready when you are.

Breakfast, NASCAR.

Why would that be?

When you've recovered, our mystery man needs attention.

Better keep him comfortable in sitting up straight.

Do we have any of his clothes?

There's a shirt and a wester's top.

Should you try it?

He's doing very well.

Ladies, miss.

A stolen last.

A stolen last.

A stolen last.

You're doing very well.

I've just been down the high street.

Good of you to admit it.

You won't want paid for this morning, then.

It's all over the place, the news.

Do you think I should tell a sergeant?

What news?

He's in with Dr. Bramwell.

He says all staying.

What you lost are a column of infantry.

A lady smith.

What do you mean?

I haven't come back.

Thousands of them.

Just gone. Dead.

Nonsense.

One of the messenger boys from the army was in the pub.

He said the barracks gone mad.

Nobody knows what's going on.

Silly rumours, then.

Exactly. Nonsense.

Africa belongs to us and will always belong to us.

No one can stand against us.

If you've ever heard of Majibba, you know the border stood against us.

I've never seen a soldier like him.

I've never seen a soldier like him.

I've never seen a soldier like him.

I've never seen a soldier like him.

I've never seen a soldier like him.

Well, that's nice.

You can't help it. He's a foreigner himself, isn't he?

You take the scot side of the British army

and you can kiss goodbye to the empire forever.

I'm going to tell the sergeant.

Hail and hearty, Mr. Fox.

Fuse the layer, Fox.

Get yourself outside, lad.

Five years back, mum.

Me and Majibba, fighting the ball.

And are these dreadful as we're told?

Don't, I don't talk to them. I just shoot them.

Majibba, now I used to play chess with some of the prisoners.

Wanna go and watch one night?

Yeah, he said it was a soldier.

Majibba, Quarry, speak of the devil.

Doctor Bramwell, I'm sorry.

Sir, Copper Wilson's relieving you.

We wanted the recruitment board.

Thousands of men have been lost in Africa.

Well, that's right. It's, sir, a whole column of infantry.

Situation is confused. It seems that a column hasn't returned to the garrison when expected.

Out here.

Not thousands.

They may have wondered off the road where it got lost.

Might have been delayed by a skirmish. Anything.

After you, Sergeant.

Right, sound boy. Quick, mark.

Right. Right.

Will you be sent home?

Will you miss me?

I've been here, Mark, to stay behind in a minutes of the recruiting.

I'll leave you to it, then.

You have my thermometer.

Oh, yes. Sorry.

How many more of these damn-lid sessions were you been doing?

Well, as many as they asked me to do.

They've lost a whole column of men, Joe. How many is that?

Just a couple of pages.

Funny more where they came from.

Other, not?

Mr. Brockmark.

Thank you, Corporal.

Well, the miser who? The mute.

He's only got money, certainly, into his wester's.

Look, there's a tiny pocket all along the bottom.

See here?

They're going to pay some gorgeous key.

Oh, there we are.

Foreign. They're all foreign. Look at that, man.

They're Netherlands. Where's that?

Holland.

Oh, my God. Oh, my dear.

Dutch.

He's a boa.

A filthy boa.

He might look harmless just now, Doctor.

But I've seen him on the bioscope.

There was this at English lad, giving a drink to a dying boa.

And soon as he'd done, the boa only goes and shoots him in the back.

That film was made on Hampstead Heathnuss' car.

Half of North London turned out to watch them making it.

It was Africa. It was the war, straight from the front line.

When a cameraman was there, was he on the heat of battle,

and he did nothing to warn our poor hero that he was about to be killed?

Does he seem a little unlikely?

Anyway, that man's Dutch not boa. Can you understand the difference?

There isn't one.

Oh, my God, Saint. We're not at war with a Dutch.

Is she being deliberately up to?

The point is, surely, whoever he is and whoever we're at war with,

none of us would wish him any harm.

Would we?

Would we?

No, no, certainly not. I don't want to hurt him.

Justice.

D'est-à-ro-em-ou on Ezio?

He's staying put and we're looking after him.

And you won't see a single word about our patient to anyone outside this room.

Oh, I will personally knock you unconscious with my fig man-manamitar,

and then a spatio with a pistol and the best breath fashion.

And you're such a pacifist.

I'd better get back to my accounts.

No, little homelies, about the expense of taking on foreigners.

No.

No, we are entrusted with the deserving poor of this bar, and not answer to that.

No, I hope the poor man recovers.

For a moment there, filthy look of his not often lost in her thoughts.

Helena, remember you have a sitting for your wedding dress tonight?

No, I won't forget. Much as I'd like to.

There's a terribly tedious wedding, me.

Terribly? Horribly? You've no idea how much I suffer for you.

What shall we do about Jan?

Look after him, what else can we do?

The Dutch have great sympathy with the poor.

We don't know why he was in London. He could be the enemy.

We should tell someone.

Well, he is your father's daughter. I understand why you feel as you do,

but you're a doctor and not a soldier.

Maybe when we're married, you'll find your life a little simpler.

Sorry?

When you're no longer torn between your medical duties and your father's expectations.

When all I have to worry about will be your expectations.

And all I have to worry about is yours.

And now I have told you how I feel about this matter.

It really should be enough.

Here they are. They are bright, poor boys.

Come on, Achoegi. Don't be twice.

Three, two, one.

Four, one, two.

One, two, three.

I thought you'd vanished. We were going to dread the Thames.

I've been to the barracks.

If you've joined up, I shall expect half your king's shimming.

I went to see Major Quarry.

I felt I had to.

It's all very well saying we treat anyone, rich or poor.

I'm not suggesting for one moment that we...

What have you done?

I don't suggest that we stop treating him, of course I don't.

But I can't bear the thought that we might be harboring a spy.

What have you done?

I've asked Major Quarry to question him.

He speaks German under smattering of dutch.

I promised him that he would be safe with us.

He is.

I've explained that we must treat him that he must stay.

But Joe, the country is at war.

Our young men are dying.

Why are you telling me? Get on with it.

Do whatever it is you're going to do.

I'm not going to do anything.

Major Quarry is downstairs.

He's just going to question the man.

It's just a few questions, Joe.

I've been up out of it.

Here's your patient.

Don't look at anyone else. Look at me.

What is your name?

No.

Deaf, dumb and stupid.

Now listen to me.

You bag of scum. Verbister, the Ashlark.

What did you see to him?

I repeated my question in German. That is all.

The cancer assassin, Verdund. The clain is shice.

Nema.

Stop it.

He's been like a wolf man. Not like a wolf man.

Well, it's a merchant.

Only a merchant.

And he's definitely dark.

That's enough. You get out of this ward right now.

Wait, Joe.

In all seconds, he's weakened his right hand.

Can't you be a little...

What, nicer?

And I know who he is.

I'm what he's doing in this port.

I'll be a sweet. A sweet can be.

Vomit, handraised door.

Tukka.

Kathy.

I'm tickling Tukka.

Yes, of course you do.

Shus, muffin.

No, no, no. Kind of shus, muffin.

What's he saying? What's Shus, muffin?

He says he doesn't deal in guns, but then he would. Wouldn't he?

Get your brittar bloody hands off my patient.

Get out of this hospital.

Wait, Deqora. You promised me that you would respect our wishes.

So I will.

Your colleague had not taken that moment to interrupt.

Now have all the information we need.

A small moment of pain and fear.

Soldier's life is full of them.

Please, a better.

My cargo was on the Isomella, set sail on Sunday.

Isabella, to Cape Town.

What, Elizabeth?

And the cargo.

These doctors saved your life.

The least you can do is show them some honesty.

You owe us nothing.

The countries at Ward, Joe, it isn't as simple as you'd like it to be.

I didn't tell them.

I told him I had to.

Tell us the truth and nothing will happen to you.

Lie and you'll be shot.

Minitions.

The deal in munitions.

My father, he dealt in munitions. It's our family business.

I come from Holland.

If I have nothing against you, miss nothing against the English.

Bloody good of you.

He's a Dutch civilian.

Breaking the law by keeping self-righteous, oath.

How can you better work with him?

What you did.

He didn't expect it.

Neither did I.

Don't you be taken in by him.

It may not be a bore, but he's selling them the guns that are killing our men.

Guns that make ours look like pea shooters.

If I had my way, he'd be locked up and left there till the war was over.

You wanted me, Sergeant.

I didn't.

I wanted to give you this. You're linen.

Oh, there was no rush.

Tom, you get back in there and throw the boiler.

Well, I've done it.

Then go down the market and get the milk.

It's too early, isn't it?

I'll make you another tonight.

You're a very kind lady.

Say something.

Others tell us the truth.

Have you seen a public hanging son?

I'm going to show you one.

I'm going to show you one.

He's a nice man. I'm glad he's not a villain.

He may not be the enemy, but the duck shan't raid popular in this neighborhood.

You should get rid of him as soon as you can.

We always do. You can't afford to keep or feed anyone unnecessarily.

Yes, Tom. What do you want?

Well, you do me, Doctor.

Do what to you?

It's only me, Finn.

Have the heavens sake your 15, of course I won't.

I'm 16 and seven months.

Then come back in seven months and a day.

Oh, no, no, I'm big enough. I'm five foot six.

What was that for?

You just failed your entrance.

If you're too slow to dodge a fist and you're too slow to dodge a bullet, will it be?

Is anyone intending to do any walk at all today?

Make a good sergeant major if he did button, no?

There's a firework shirt, the regiment, for him.

Major, there's something I should tell you.

I've entered into an understanding, an unofficial engagement.

To marry.

Have you?

Well, I'm not surprised.

I thought it best to clarify.

Of course, and I'm heartbroken.

Devastated.

Now you're mocking me.

Not at all.

I'm sure you're intending to husband, it's much more suitable than a poor.

Simple soldier could ever be.

Well, he's... he's very different.

And that he offers you far more diversion than a few Catherine, Wills and Raymond candles.

I'm... I'm engaged to...

I'm engaged to Dr. Marshm.

I'm not a joke.

Well, yes, and I'm just about to marry the Zarina of Russia.

You can't.

And this...

Ramwell, you really... you really can't.

You don't know him.

No, I don't.

Of course.

And I apologize.

Unreservedly.

I'm sure he's quite rapport.

He is.

I've worked alongside him for several years, and he's the hardest working.

The most honest.

Gentlemen.

God will, then.

Hidden depths.

What lady could resist.

And I've already been invited by your Colonel.

I accepted the invitation.

I shall escort you then.

Sure, Dr. Marshm's far too hard working for favoritities like fireworks.

You're quite wrong.

Dr. Marshm will, of course, escort me.

I wouldn't dream of going without him.

Goodbye.

Good evening, Bonnie.

It's lovely, miss.

It's beautiful.

What do you think?

I hope Dr. Marshm has a good, best man.

He'll need a firm hand at the tailors.

You don't want to be shamed by him at the altar.

I imagine very simple flowers.

Kid gloves, of course.

I don't know how you feel about a parasol.

We brought you a choice of them.

I'll be.

Here you are.

She can sue.

Thank you very much, Dr. Marshm's great client.

I love you.

Take her cold, Leo.

Thank you.

Bless you, man. Bless you.

Oh, you're an age of pinning.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How long must we be silent for?

There's no need for you to be silent at all.

You know that whatever you say to me will be treated with respect and my necessary confidentiality.

Unfortunately, I no longer have that assurance anymore.

So I choose not to speak.

I don't be so poof-faced, Joe.

I find it hard to be light-hearted about a terrified tortured patient.

He was hardly tortured.

I'm sick of this bloody war and what it's doing to you.

What you saw yesterday was torture.

I'll be admitted by a gentleman who's not at all poof-faced.

Dr. Marshm's.

I'm busy, Dr. as you can see.

I'm about to spare me a moment later on when you're a little less busy.

I'm sure I find a lull in my day sometime.

Thank you.

Now, why is this man unshaved?

I've not had the chance, Dr..

Where's his suit?

In the pot.

I haven't had a minute to myself.

We can manage to feed everyone else.

All the good Christians.

That's car.

Please leave what you're doing and fetch this patient a bowl of soup.

Tom's gone missing.

Dr. Brownwell asked you, not Tom.

I'm sorry, but Burr's killed little blacky-babies.

They burn their villagers.

Right. Poor, careful women.

They go after our casualties and kill them.

Cold, blooded.

And you want that foreign devil fed the same food we get?

Let's go and wait after all, Dr. Brownwell.

Nurse, car.

You will come with us.

It's a disgrace us looking after him.

You should be on a boat back to wherever he came from.

I read my paper. I know the doctor behind the bars.

I don't care.

I can't give good English food to a bird devil when they're murdering our poor boys.

I just can't do it.

Then you'd better go home, hadn't you?

We've little use for a nurse who decides who's good enough to be treated and who is not.

I haven't finished Mr. Abraham's.

Go home, nurse.

I will then.

It's my afternoon off anyway.

This is what happens when Warren trudes on medicine.

Yes.

You were right and I was wrong.

Then what makes a change?

Usually it's the other way around.

I am so sorry.

You're not a tall poe faced.

I am.

I am the poorest face man I know but I am trying hard not to be.

I'm just a little jealous.

You find conversations so easy you and people at major quarry.

I find it so difficult.

Joe.

Will you come to the fireworks display at the regiment tonight?

Oh.

All the other hospitals are sending representatives and I don't want to go on my own.

I know you don't like that sort of occasion and I know you hate the military.

I don't hate it.

I...

Can't you have a womanly headache and send your apologies?

Woman.

Damn it.

All right.

Come on.

We better move you out and out that ward before they set fire to his bandages.

Come on.

The board don't reap African women and the value of the coffee or child is asleep.

You wouldn't kill them.

What do you know so much about the board people?

I take the trouble to find out.

I have a different perspective to most.

A walking man, tonne doctor, a scot living in England.

A Catholic coffee on store Protestant.

You're a very good man, Joe Marshall.

So you keep saying we better lock him in and take the key.

You'll get some sleep now.

Sleep.

My children thank you.

My wife.

I thank you.

We know.

I know.

I know.

Yeah.

Aah!

Do you want to bleed if you bandage?

That's the fatty sleeping target.

What?

I mean long grass and boo-season style.

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Lutton?

Are you gonna miss me?

Of course I'll miss you.

Wicked boy.

Of course I'll miss you.

Bad, bad, rascal.

Wow, look at you.

Turn round.

Fine figure of a man, eh?

I've spooked something all down the front.

I don't miss.

Look at your chin.

Are you not gonna lick your arm key and wipe your chin out?

No.

Yes.

Mr. Missy, Robert Bagshaw.

Dr. Marshall, and Mr. Sedan, and the Grandwild.

Lady Fittsheimen, and Miss Simon.

The Paul Chip, the Crate, Bishop of Pusta,

and the Colonel, Pambo Lannes.

You see no yet?

No, really. No, really.

Cos'ka prougeïd?

Ahh,いつ parатуra.

F愛 jo no dint serotaht ade pri carand reclaim zero.

No!

No,not ator!

Uh не kersot aqua majé parat entra quen 머� to …

…va e Cantoned quis n Paccount vivio But it ifra vine awin …

A Ranfield changed his son!

He picked you up before a ses cot a Menkil emt aigwain senza fare encioад.

Hes no sheverugday, och takat bias yn no him haion.

Maliecu ди cosa amир,

dijo А ч اва Nacуют ac surrenderedfin cyt a ll a

Hanna, can you please go away?

I can show you the very best wanted point.

And I've secreted above the champagne.

And hadn't you better drink it before someone else went in?

Ah, when I hide I think it stays hidden.

I'm very mustered at undercover warfare.

One day, if you're a very good girl,

I'll show you how to steal up on a target unabsurd.

Oh, I don't think you will.

This target saw your colours quite summertime ago.

My God.

Quick.

You'll be months before I send you Africa, your soft son.

Lucky if you see it this year, it'll be Sosbury or Colchester or something.

Look, he's stuffed. I didn't join after bloody Sosbury.

I was joined up to kill the board.

Next year, son, when you got a beard, not bumflap.

You laterised on a Dutchman, you'd run home crying,

a nurse bloody car.

You wreck, eh?

What if I told you I'd already seen a Dutchman?

And he's right under your bloody nose.

Oh, the old woman down the market.

We've done it last week.

No, not a woman, right? A Dutchman.

I'm bloody telling you.

They're hiding him.

I'll show you.

Well, here we go, boys.

Here we go.

Edward, my medium watery sensitive man

What is it?

Love it.

But there's nothing I know.

Stupid.

Well, two men and other women, a big girl.

They'll lead a

man to be completely mis something.

No one really wants to be in trouble, find his traffities.

They make excuses.

No【aisten deloid】

What's the most important thing you can are?

You see, you have a real admirer.

How did I ever manage without you?

No【an't even seem to know. Elbow are all coming to you from far away to lies.

...and then he walked into that room for the soldiers...

...all his make it as the day of the report and I thought.

Superb!

What a woman!

As you were, Major, Madam.

Gaibe!

It's all settled.

You'll address Centres tomorrow and eat in the day after.

Yes, sir.

Next year's officers remember.

Need everyone we can get if they go down the way they did last time round.

Well, I hope we've learned a few lessons this time, sir.

Wars like the sea, Gai, never the same.

That's why we love it, sir.

Not the only thing we love, I hope, Major.

Leave a little room for the ladies.

I try to, sir.

You make it very hard for us to leave these shores, Madam.

But if it's true that we fight better when we're thinking of the beautiful ones we leave at home...

...we're already one.

Mm-hmm.

Dreadful old Rue.

In every corner of the empire, the fun lady of a certain age claiming to be the one true lover of his life.

I'm afraid it'll be cold. I got lost.

I'm just worried.

I didn't know you'd be here.

I just just wanted to arrive.

And I have to leave you just as promptly, I'm afraid.

Miss Pramall.

Just in time for the display.

We've got a path, a good view from here. There's no need to walk across the dam.

Well, it's very thoughtful, but I'm not a china doll.

You prefer to be striding across the Mediterranean with a British army, would you?

It's a law.

Anyway, I think it's only the onset then...

...and everyone under 60, you mean.

Well, as an engaged couple, we hardly get young things anymore.

And when we're married?

Where shall we watch it for next year?

Satellite tucked up indoors with a dose of lordenum to counteract the excitement.

I've never been to one of these occasions before. I'm not used to such a formality.

I'm not sure it even made through...

It's a sense of occasion, Joe. It's a fireworks display.

We're all just trying to enjoy the evening.

I'm just trying a bit harder than others.

Well, I'm sorry. But I don't belong with these people.

I'm not like you. I don't know where to stand or where to say or when to smile.

If you think you're so inadequate...

If you really do think you're so unscrupulous or so unequal...

...why don't you save us all the anguish and throw the towel in right now?

Don't you realise that every time you acknowledge how hopeless you are,

you underline that I must be absolutely desperate to even consider marrying you?

You still have that bottle of champagne.

What

Don't wear that.

Cavertu Roog

Es liberty erРИ

Quiet

Hey

Es chutna

Toi

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Ojekcu

Kitten hagus e terra hertenn...

Ried lirooms,

Gib y torcan cock,

Match Portuguese,

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Mr. Ball, Mr. Ball!

Yes, Captain!

A well-made and well-made and well-loved!

Hello again, Ball-off!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Something's missing, it's that there's an relative

On theâu, and the relative

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

May I behave over her case?

All right, let's work together.

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Hello Tom, you look very grown up. Have you come to say goodbye?

What was the name of the doctor who signed you fit?

I don't know Miss.

We never even saw him. We never even went in the hospital.

The sergeant just took the list in and said that was it.

We were done.

Which sergeant? The one who came here?

He's our boss Miss.

I can get you out of this.

It doesn't want out. He's afraid of his new friends.

And your mother?

Which is his proudest bunch Miss?

I'll ask Nurse Carter to get you some breakfast.

I've got to go.

Sorry Doctor.

I'm really sorry.

After yourself Tom.

You come back and show us how well you've done when you get your first leave.

Doctor, I couldn't.

What?

It's alright.

Do we just let him go?

Well, letting thousands of them go, he's no different.

The army will probably be the making of him.

Head up, sir!

How think you'll do it?

That's right, let's move to the station to move.

Inside?

Move to that sub-astro.

Move to that sub-astro.

I'm ready Sergeant. Let's see who we have today.

Are you alright? Hey, Mark?

Good morning, your name?

Frederick Mills Miss.

Oh yes, sir it is.

Underage.

No, aye.

You're underage.

Off you go.

Next, Sergeant.

Alright, 90 visitermist.

Well, inemic unfit.

Next.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Carp.

Unfit.

Next.

Open.

It's not a tooth in his head.

Unfit.

Next.

I... Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Corporal, get yourself inside here, take over.

You're one of the Riley boys, aren't you?

Unfit.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Alright.

Unfit.

There we are, Corporal.

You'd better take your flag and bits and pieces with you.

As you are, Corporal.

Doctor Bramwell.

Good morning.

How are you?

It's all in order, Sergeant.

Every name recorded.

There you go, sir.

Not a single mother, son, fit to serve her majesty.

What a nuisance.

Oh, well.

You'll just have to take them all down to the East London hospital, as usual.

Where 15-year-old boys age miraculously at the stroke of a doctor's pen.

I'm sorry. I understand why you're angry.

Everything I've done here has been a waste of time, hasn't it?

You didn't want these men examined.

You wanted their names ticked.

Not at all.

But a recruiting officer has set discretionary.

How many men do you have at the barracks at the moment?

Three hundred odd? Why?

And how many of them were free to go out in the evening last night?

Lord knows, any that went on guard, do you, I suppose? Why?

My Dutch patient has been murdered.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

By soldiers.

And I want them found and punished.

Good God, the city has full of soldiers, four retirements that I know of.

I want them punished. All of them?

Are you laughing? Is it funny?

A helpless man, battered to death deliberately, cold bloodedly.

For God's sake, it's a war.

There's no cold blood left in London.

It's all been heated up boiling point by good people like you.

Cheering, waving, rousing them on.

You torment a dog until it goes mad. He must expect it to bite.

Son, take that ledger back to the barracks.

Sergeant, leave it where it is.

That ledger is military property.

You're not a man.

Madam.

I believe you and your stall in the park of an afternoon.

Yes, I do. Which one?

Anyone, Queen's park.

I'll meet you there then, shall I?

I'll meet you there.

I don't know. Which afternoon were you meaning?

Today, four o'clock.

The ointry.

Four o'clock.

Come in, please.

I don't like that.

You're the other luggages.

You're probably been kissing the big jamby from here to back.

I engaged and respected dot.

I doubt that very much.

Where the hell would a woman get that kind of training?

What are you thinking of? Her ankles or her big brown eyes?

Madam, I've spent enough time on you. Your service is no longer required.

There's a boy in your regiment. Tom Watkins.

You may go, Miss Bremwell.

He's underage. I want your word that he'll be discharged home.

I'll give you more than my word. I'll have you removed from this barracks' forth with.

You've no right to enlist a boy of fifteen.

Hold your tongue.

Hold your tongue and mind your own business.

Colonel, there's a killer in your regiment. Probably more than one.

Well, I bloody well hope so. I hope we have hundreds of them.

A murderer. A group of soldiers was seen running away from a defenseless man beaten to death.

Madam, you have a choice. Either you leave now or I have you thrown out.

Colonel, regardless of your opinion, I am a doctor.

You have military discipline and I have ethics.

No matter how you rant and rave and bully, I will have my say.

My patient had no one in the world to look after him but me and my colleagues.

We failed him. The least I can do now see that his murder is a brought to justice,

without your help.

Madam, I don't know what sort of family you come from,

and Lady does not comport herself as you do.

A lady does not lower herself intimately to examine the crude soldiery,

nor should she even acknowledge them in the street as she writes past.

A lady has no place renting and raving and laying down the law,

nor does she flounce into my barracks to be ogled by every corporal and private,

and a lady, Madam, wears a hat.

As for our recruiting practices,

whom we enlist and how we treat them as entirely our business,

if we have to send men to their deaths, we will do so in whatever way we think best serves our purposes.

And for most of them, death is a damside kinder and cleaner than the wretched lives they live outside the army,

for all your pious interventions.

Now gather up your petticoats.

Keep your mouth shut, Madam, and get out of my sight.

I'm so sorry he spoke to you like that. There was nothing I could say.

Mr. Martian wouldn't have stood there speechless he would have spoken up.

Mr. Martian has got nothing to lose, but a shabby suit and a meager wage.

Where is you?

Where is your right-wing tunic and a shiny toy sword?

I wish I'd listened to him and I wish I'd never met you.