All language subtitles for The_Monocled_Mutineer_3

Me next! Me next! Oi!

Hey, mate. Mate, come on, come across.

Don't be shy. It's half price tonight.

Yeah, I'd really like to,
but I've got this war wound.

Enjoy yourselves, lads.

Little sod!

AUSSIE SOLDIER: Just remember this.
We're being civilised... sir.

There's men out there
who'd be inclined otherwise.

SCOTS SOLDIER: There's one or two
in here as well.

So if I were you, I'd just sign that.
It's not a lot to ask.

It's just asking for some decency
on your part.

And that bastard there.

After all, it's only our decency
that's keeping you alive.

SCOTS SOLDIER: For the time being.

You gave me half an hour

40 minutes ago.

Christ, I hate heroes.

I will not be threatened and abused
in my own office.

I will not be spoken to like this
by a colonial, do you hear me?

I am not going to sign
your wretched piece of paper.

And I warn you that you will suffer
the consequences of your actions.

- SCOTS SOLDIER: Whoever we are.
- You are to leave my office now.

Now!

The bullring to be closed.

The military police and the
Assistant Provost Marshal to be removed.

That's you, sir.

Food and general conditions
to be improved,

the town of Etaples to be made more
accessible to private soldiers.

And no reprisals.

Now surely
there's nothing wrong with that,

except we spelt "accessible" wrong.

You have told me
what you were going to do,

and I have told you.
That is all there is to it.

I am not going to do
what you want me to do.

Are you

going to do whatever it is
you are going to do?

Your command of the English language,

if I may be so bold, sir,
almost rivals your command of this camp.

Well, are we gonna do it or what?

- You won't sign?
- Of course I won't.

Gentlemen, your bluff has been called.

Back.

Oh, well, is the transport ready?

- I'm still for burning the bastards.
- Not just yet, Jock.

This time I think we'll just throw them
in the deep end.

If you would stand, please, gentlemen,
while we escort you to your transport.

And no false bravery, please,

'cause believe me, you'll need
our safe escort just to stay alive.

Get up!

Leave him.

Now get up.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Attention!

Gentlemen!

Well, gentlemen,
regretfully we must now part company

until you're ready to agree
to our demands.

SOLDIER: Providing, of course,
you can swim.

I have nothing to say.

My son, my only son,
died in the first weeks of the war.

He died in battle, and you,
you bastards, you're still alive!

I had three brothers in 1915, sir.

And now I've only got one.
We've all got hard luck stories.

Now get in there.

Bye-bye!

Phlegm, good old British phlegm, eh?

Wouldn't have done them much good
if their faces were on fire, though, eh?

You can kill as many Red Caps as
you can find, Jock, you'll be all right.

You burn down a Brigadier General, mate,

you'll be hunted down
for the rest of your life.

No, he's gotta give in.

We gotta make sure that he does.
Come on, let's get a drink.

You all right, sir?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Cruikshank?

Come back to bed, yes?

- I am safe with you in bed.
- Safe?

I've never been so insulted in my life.

Pardon?

It's all right.
I feel safe with this in bed.

I don't want Cavalry Corps HQ,

so it doesn't matter
if there's no one there, does it?

I want 9th Cavalry Brigade...

Good God, man, of course
there's a bloody difference,

I want the Corps Commander,
shall I spell it?

Will you also continue to ring GHQ?

And do not be put off
by some pimply little corporal.

Thank you.

Where was I?

Oh, uh, "Feeling in the crowd
was only against the police,

"and officers
were treated respectfully."

However, the demeanour of the crowd
was so threatening to the police

that they were obliged to retreat.

The officers got the men back into camp,
and by 2200 hours...

2230, all was quiet.

They took all the drink?

They did that to you?

I'm sorry.

Look, lads.

Wake up, lads.

Wait.

Where's Strachan?

They must have risen
very early this morning, General.

SOLDIER: Did you have
a good swim, General?

- Who must?
- All the men that you assured me

were back in the camp
by 10:00 last evening.

Perhaps they have a problem
with regards to sleepwalking.

My information was...

Look, the situation
is still under control.

On the other hand, it could get worse.

I don't think it will.

- What?
- Yes, I know, the Bolsheviks,

the French mutiny, the summer socialists

and strikes
in our green and pleasant land,

but I think this is different.

This is not, I suspect, political,
more personal.

I suggest you get the remaining men
back down to the bullring...

Training camp number one.

Yes, well, get them down there,

and we'll see what tonight brings.

What if it brings...

GHQ will have to consider bringing
reinforcements from the front.

Yes, I have kept the situation
at a deliberately

rather low level of priority
with Headquarters.

I thought if I could whistle up
the cavalry, the matter could be...

- Hushed up?
...cleared up.

Very quickly.

By the way,
have you seen Strachan at all?

- Not since last night, no.
- He hasn't disappeared, too, has he?

Not that I am aware of. And I doubt it
very much knowing Strachan.

Good. Go on.

Still, if he has, you can always start
dragging the river for him.

Can't you?

- Sod off, General.
- Come back and join us!

- Hey, lads, where are you going?
- Send us a postcard!

Yeah, all right,
we're up for some trouble.

- About it, really, isn't it?
- Aye.

We thought you might be able
to give us a hand.

- Why is that?
- Oh, I don't know.

Rumours you hear about you boys,
agitators, revolutionaries...

I don't see any red flags.

As far as I know,
there are two Bolsheviks here.

Four men on the run
from the aftermath of the French mutiny,

and one or two potential socialists...

- Don't forget the pacifist.
- Okay, forget politics.

How about revenge?

A lot of your boys still stuck
in the prison compound

waiting around for a death sentence.

The place can be ours.
Lock, stock and gun barrel.

- Until when?
- Does it matter?

Hey, we're due for the front
in less than a week, you know.

(MURMURING ASSENT)

I'm not.

No.

Look, we can win, you know.
We can beat them for ourselves.

And get better conditions
for the boys who come after us.

- That's right.
- Sounds very political to me.

Well, hiding away here
isn't going to do anything, is it?

I agree with you,
but I can't force anyone...

Save yourself,
we only came for a walk anyway.

So much for these stories you hear

about hundreds of desperate,
passionate, violent men.

Two Bolsheviks. Four froggy deserters.

Junior socialists, pacifists,
a few drunks.

I'd be careful what you say next, mate.

We can get 10 times this number here
in an hour.

What do you do?
Sing songs round the campfire?

Where's Baden-Powell?
Or would you lot prefer his sister?

- Percy, you talk to the lads.
- Come on, tommy.

I can't make public speeches.
I would if I could, but I can't.

I know what to say, but I can't make
people follow me that way.

Yes, well, somebody better had.
'Cause these lads are right!

Now, they're going up the line
in a couple of days' time

and you know as well as I do
that they'll be no worse off up there

than at that bloody camp.

- Why should we get involved?
- Bugger it!

Those bastards in Etaples started this.
Their sort always do.

Well, let's see
if we can't finish it, eh?

ALL: Right!

- Give us an hour.
- All right.

See you at the bridge.

- Come on, let's do it.
- That's better.

You gotta give me some big words.

I don't know what's got into me today.
I'm feeling all sort of honourable.

Won't last.

Hey, John, where are you going?
Hey, John!

Look, Harry, look, I'm the revolution!

(ALL SHOUTING AND CHEERING)

SOLDIER: Plenty more on their way.

- Good to see you, mate.
- So, how well do you know this camp?

We've only been here 10 days,
we'll never forget it.

Good. So we want to be causing
as much trouble as possible.

ALL: Yeah!

I reckon split the men up, four groups,

four different places,
four times the trouble.

- You should have been a bloody officer.
- You're not the first to remark upon it.

Right,
we'll take the detention compound.

Franny, go down the bullring.

See what you can do down there
for memories' sake.

Yeah!

You get the rest of your fellas
together, smash the trains, anything.

What happens then, sir?

If I knew that, I'd be reading palms.

But if we just sit here on our arses,
they're not going to sign anything.

They don't come to us, we go to them.

- You really love this, don't you?
- Yeah. And you know why, Strange?

'Cause it's all bollocks,
and I don't care.

Oh, yes you do.

We'll not go yet, Andrew, not yet.

It's not the army way.

Be all brushed under the carpet,
shovelled out of sight,

seemingly forgotten about and then
one fine day six months from now,

we'll both be posted
to the Outer Hebrides

in preparation for a campaign
against Iceland.

- Look, all I'm concerned...
- And they'll call it promotion.

Where are all your men?
Apart from outside here guarding you.

Some are inside, second line of defence,
servants' quarters.

Otherwise I don't know.

Probably in the forests
forming their own sanctuaries.

Now, that would be ironic.

If we get another night like last night,

I'm just gonna have to make
the situation more defined.

I thought I'd get the cavalry
just like that.

Swords and horses, mounted steel,
soon sort them out.

Old friends,
I had old friends in the cavalry.

Dickie Charlesworth, Freddie Hawkins...

They're either all at meetings
or on leave.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

"Reinforcements for the front
are piled up at Boulogne

"awaiting the restoration
of discipline and order.

"Every single man
we sent down to camp one for training

"has sat on the sand
and refused to budge."

A mere 3,500 men.

Tell my driver
I'll be down in one minute.

Please.

Andrew.

I'd be glad to offer a few of my men
as an armed escort, but

might be rather pointless.

Yes.

Crush the prison!

Smash the bloody fence down!

I am offering to save your life.

That's very generous of you.
I'll remember you for that.

Listen, you may not have a chance to.
The choice is yours.

Open up and clear off
or stay and get beaten to buggery.

Do us a favour, no guns.

We won't use our guns
if you don't use yours.

We weren't planning to.

Look, we got to put up a bit of a show,
there might be informers.

We'll have a quick tussle
and a bit of bruising, what do you say?

Fine by me.

(MEN CHEERING)

Was that all right?

Tied up all the rest, did you?

Remember me, eh?

Percy!

I knew it, man! I somehow knew it!

I told him you'd get me out of here,
I told him,

and you bloody well have, man.

You're a hero, Perce.
Christ, you're a flaming hero, man!

And you are one boring bastard.

You're not so hard now, are you?

Hey, you bastard!

What was that?

- It was the picture house, sir.
- How stupid.

- Their recreation facilities gone.
- Yes, sir.

It was Charlie Chaplin, sir.

- Very popular with the men, sir.
- Seemingly.

(MEN SHOUTING)

No, wait.

I'm gonna talk to those men.

(ALL SINGING)

Get back to your units!

Call yourselves soldiers?

Report back to your depots!

Call yourselves British soldiers?

You're nothing but
an undisciplined rabble!

Get back to your units!

(ALL JEERING ANGRILY)

He's a general!

He's a general!

Take it easy! Take it easy! Quiet!

Bombs are falling!

(ALL CHEERING)

Our demands.

- You've seen this before, I believe.
- Get out of my car.

- Oh, come on, don't be like that.
- Get out of my car.

But I've always believed
that whatever's yours is mine

- and whatever's mine is yours.
- SOLDIER: Yes!

Mainly because
you've got more than I have.

- Get out of my car.
- "Get out of my car."

The cavalry will be here by nightfall.

By nightfall, do you understand me?
You'll be soon cut down to size then.

- Is that your uniform, Private?
- For the time being, yes. If you...

But you're not a Highlander,
you're not even a Scot.

No, you see, I was on holiday
in Edinburgh when the war broke out.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- Get out of my car.
- Agree to our demands.

- Get out of my...
- Get out of my car.

We're gonna win.

(MEN CHEERING)

We are, you know.

- You're going to regret this.
- Not as much as you will.

Sir.

Drive on. Drive on!

(ALL JEERING)

- Cavalry, eh?
- Christ.

- So he says.
- The cavalry's done nothing in this war.

- They're dying like the likes of us.
- You heard what the man said.

Nightfall. You have until nightfall.

Well, let's see
what happens at nightfall.

Until then, let's make
the most of it, eh?

It'd be a shame
to waste the opportunity.

Yeah.

Are we going to town or what?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Chief Provost Marshal
and General Asser, sir.

- Afternoon, William.
- Afternoon, sir.

A bad business, Andrew.
Gone too far now.

No choice. Outside troops.

- It looks like it, sir.
- Withdrawn from the front.

- Well, how many?
- And for how long?

Well, it depends who they are.
I thought the cavalry.

- Decent men, regular soldiers.
- You'll get the best we can give you.

You know the situation, Andrew.
The big push is on.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

- How quickly can the men be got here?
- Possibly by tomorrow night. Possibly.

Till then, you'll just have to do
the best you can.

You know where you can find us.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Hello. Oh, yes.

Could you ask him to hold on
just for a few moments?

Thank you.

Thank you, General.

General Asser, thank you.

By the way, you ought to know, Andrew,
Strachan's gone.

Gone?

- But I was with him...
- Yes, transferred at his own request.

About an hour ago.
Very sensible, all things considered.

He sends his regards.

- No doubt you'll see him again.
- Yes, no doubt.

Hello, operator, I was speaking to
Brigadier General Charlesworth.

Operator... Yes, hello.

Dickie? Dickie!

My God, it's a pleasure
to hear your voice.

Yes. Yes, a long time. Very long time.

Listen, Dickie,
there's been a spot of...

Well, a lot of trouble here.

I've been trying to contact you
since Sunday night.

Oh, I see. You know about the events.

Yes, well, look,
I'll come straight to the point, Dickie.

I need some assistance and quickly.

I need your men, horses and swords,
put the fear of God up the buggers.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I... Oh, 300 men, that's all.

But... See, it'll all be taken
out of my hands if you don't...

If things don't improve.

So, if you can tell me
by tomorrow morning.

(STAMMERING) If you can do that,
if that's possible.

What?

Oh, yes, Kipling.

If you can keep your head
when all about...

Yes, it's very appropriate,
no doubt, Dickie,

but I'm not in the mood for poetry
just at the moment.

Yes, thank you. Thank you for ringing.

Damn.

- ANGELA: Here's your tea.
- Another egg, please.

- ANGELA: Next.
- Three egg sandwiches, miss,

and a couple of woodbine.

ANGELA: Another one.

Two woodbines.

SOLDIER: Good morning, General.

And one general on toast, please.

- Can I speak to you, Angela?
- Oh, I'm far too busy at the moment.

I really must insist.

Could you...

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Well?

Whatever is the matter?

I'm accompanying Brigadier Horwood.

Not a pleasant proposition, I'll admit.

But not one to merit
quite this much gloom, surely.

I have a message from him.

- To order me out of the camp?
- Almost correct.

You're to leave France.

- Don't talk such rot, John.
- It's an order.

But why?

- Strachan's gone.
- Good, I'm very glad to hear it. So?

So you have to go, too.

- But I don't understand.
- It's all to do with enemies.

I thought our enemy was Germany.

There's a car waiting for you
to take you back to your house.

- To pack?
- Yes.

Look, I'm sorry, Angela.
I'll come with you.

Is that an order, too?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Come on, let's get it over with.

- Can't I even say goodbye?
- No.

But I don't understand.
I haven't done anything wrong.

There are always casualties,
innocent victims.

Yes.

And I've been stabbed in the back,
haven't I?

Hey girlie,
you're not leaving us, are you?

Where are you going, General?

Come on, General.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING ANGRILY)

- Nightfall.
- And no sign.

- They won't arrive now.
- No, not tonight. No.

But they'll come.

Horses, swords, whatever, they'll come.
They have to.

So let the bastards come.

Yes, and we'll probably see
our own brothers turning on us.

Yeah, of course we will.

They'll beat seven shades of shite
out of anyone they can get hold of.

And if their officers say
shoot the sods, then they will

'cause it will be us or them.

We've only got one chance.

If we can get Thomson to give in,

the demands become
officially recognised.

Good, eh? "Officially recognised."

If we do,
then it might be hard for the top brass

to go back on the word of an officer.

- And a gentleman.
- Oh, yeah, that and all.

"Get out of my car."

Anyway, there's not much
we can do tonight.

I don't know. Enjoy yourselves.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, lads, listen,

there's two Red Caps and a Canary
been spotted in the garret.

Didn't anyone tell you? Come on!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Here we go again.

(BUGLE SOUNDING)

- You're not joining in?
- I don't think so.

I do find killing people so terribly

boring.

Shall we do something else, Charles?

How... Where did you learn...

- Yes, Charles?
- Oh, I don't know.

- How old are you?
- Twenty.

Very recently, in fact.
Not a card nor kiss nor handshake.

But what happened to you
to make you like this?

Nothing. Nothing worthwhile
happened to me.

And nothing was ever going to.
So I decided to do something about it.

When was that?

Oh, I think I was about seven
at the time.

- You'll be seeing that girl now, I'll...
- Yes, I will.

But I was thinking, you might like
to keep us, sort of, company.

In a sort of fashion.

Me, company? Oh, no, God, no.
I couldn't do that.

Oh, no. No, I didn't mean that.

Charles, I'm not
in the habit of sharing.

No, it's more like,

you know, you see somebody like me with
a pretty girl, like you did yesterday.

And, of course, you always say,

"She hasn't got a sister
by any chance, has she?"

Well...

Entrez.

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

Bonsoir.

- Her sister. That's her sister?
- Well, sort of sister.

Shall we say a sister of mercy?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(LAUGHS)

Come here, Guiness.

Here.

No, here.

Get yourself a glass.

Sit.

That's it.

Drink?

Don't mind if I do.

Well, it's all bollocks, isn't it?

Guiness.

That's what the men would say, isn't it?

It's all bollocks.

Ranker's language.

There's an officer's expression,
officer's language if you wish.

"You're going to get a bowler hat."

It means someone's going to
be sent home.

Sacked. Sent somewhere out of the way.

The Outer Hebrides.

Did you know, Guiness,

that I was Commandant of
the Royal Military Academy at Woolwich?

A coveted appointment.

September, 1908.

I was... Those young officer cadets,
they looked up to me.

I had a way with them.

Yes, I was respected, Guiness.

I may well have been
held in some affection.

Do you remember
that long hot summer of 1911?

Day after day after glorious day.

And one day I announced

that parades could be held
in shirtsleeves.

I thought it an act of generosity.

But I made enemies that day.

I know I did.

I know, too, now that I made enemies
when I sponsored end-of-term dances.

When I encouraged
the Academy's Dramatic Society.

My wife was a very keen amateur actress.
Lovely soprano.

But knives were being sharpened.

And at the end of that summer,
that long hot summer of 1911,

the Chief of the Imperial General Staff,
Sir John French,

yes, Sir John French,

came to our Open Day.

You know, the usual sort of thing,
Guiness. Well, perhaps you don't.

Usually full of platitudes
and congratulations and backslapping,

a lot of breast-beating
about patriotism, loyalty.

But not that summer. Oh, no.

No indeed.

I stood beside Sir John French

facing my young cadets,
their parents and their friends,

members of my own family,

while he attacked me
for the lack of discipline at Woolwich.

Had to take it like a man

while he demanded
a return to proper standards of dress,

more drill, less leave,

and an end to our hectic social life.

That's what he said.

I stood beside him, eyes facing front,

and that's what he said.

I left Woolwich shortly afterwards.

And I returned to King's Regulations.

To the very letter of the law.

No more small indulgences.

The bastards could parade in hell
without a shirtsleeve to be seen

for all I care.

Gone, gone and never called me mother.

What kind of night did you have anyway?

Oh, quiet really, Gilzean.

We were both merely wrapped in the arms

of the two most beautiful women
in France.

Oh, I know. The Mata Hari was at me
all night long.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

SOLDIER: You can bet your life
those bastards will give us a hammering.

(SOLDIERS ARGUING)

SOLDIER 1: We gotta stay here.

Right-o!

Right-o, right-o!

Well, friends, seems like
we can't do much more.

We can go on running wild,
go on making demands,

but sooner or later...

- Sooner than you think, mate.
- Be soon enough.

They'll bring in a new detachment
of military police.

- SOLDIER: What about the cavalry?
- Hey, the only argument

- is about when we stop, how we stop...
- lf we stop.

(SOLDIERS DISAGREEING)

We've got to go up the line
in the trenches when this is over!

If I could just say...
If I could just say,

I want to stay here as long as I can.

I came here as a socialist
to support my brothers.

Not to mention sisters.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right, all right, all right!

Serious now, lads.

If you really want to know,
I think you've got one last big bluff.

But you got to do it now.

(GUN FIRE)

Get down! Get down!

Get away from that gas, it will blow up!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

OFFICER: Corporal, General Thomson.
At the double, man!

I want my car. Get my car.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Thank you.

Major Dugdale, sir. The pickets have
broken through number one bridge again.

Too many men to count
have gone through, sir.

- Get me my car.
- Your car's outside, sir.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes.

19th Hussars. Yes, sir.

I'm afraid he's left the office, sir.

I'm terribly sorry,
Brigadier Charlesworth,

I don't know where he's gone.
Too late to catch him now, sir,

but I'll make sure he receives your
message just as soon as he returns.

Thank you, sir.

Thomson!

Call yourselves soldiers?
Call yourselves soldiers?

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Listen. Listen. Listen to me!
I have something to say.

On consideration, I've decided

that I'm prepared to accede
to some of your demands.

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

We won!

He's come to sign the demands!

He's coming in here!

What are you doing? What are you doing?
Hide your faces!

Turn him away, for Christ's sake!

This isn't the bloody end of it,
not if he sees you.

Now, if you want to come with us,
hide your faces.

Strange, cover your face up, cover it!

I've done nothing that I'm ashamed of.
Why should I...

Because, you stupid bastard,
you're gonna be somebody after this war.

What do you want to be known as?
A socialist or a deserter?

Don't argue the toss, just do it.

(MEN BOOING)

I only wanted to see you

and you cowards,
you won't even grant me that.

But I should have known.

We do not want any speeches.
We're not on parade now.

Either sign that
or see the gas depot blown to buggery.

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

Look at you. Look around you.
Look at yourselves.

And I hope you remember
this pathetic piece of cowardice

until your dying days.

Ach, away and blacken your bum.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Oh, yes. Yes.

But there's not one of you
capable of looking me in the eye,

staring me in the face.

Standing up man to man.

You again.

I shan't forget you.

Who are you? Tell me.

- Who are you?
- Whoever I want to be.

And who are you any more?

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

Goodbye, General!

(BAGPIPES PLAYING)

Gilzean, come on, man, let's go.

Come on. Yes, come on, come on.

It's all over.

Hey, see you again, eh, lads?

Aye, sure.

Back to nature, eh?

That will no longer be necessary.
Thank you.

Sir... Um, sir...

Brigadier General Charlesworth,
19th Cavalry Hussars, telephoned, sir.

They're ready to move
with the machine gun section

at one hour's notice, sir.

When did that message arrive, Guiness?

Sometime after you left, sir.

Ring Brigadier General Charlesworth back
and tell him that it doesn't matter.

That the hour has passed.

And a further message from High Command,
sir. Brigadier General Horwood.

360 men from
the First Honourable Artillery Company

will be arriving
at 1800 hours this evening.

And the First Royal Welsh Fusiliers,
plus the 22nd Manchesters

will be here
no later than tomorrow morning, sir.

(MEN SINGING DRUNKENLY)

I see you've been letting
your hair run riot, too, Private.

Yes, sir.

Heaven knows, but they just melted away.

Met very little resistance,
did we, Teddy?

Hardly had to do anything,
except be here.

Mind you, trying to single out the
ringleaders has proven rather tricky.

- Yes.
- Not to put too fine a point on it,

it's in our best interest
and the interest of the war effort

to get these mutineers out of here
as fast as possible.

We can start shipping them out tomorrow.

- Up the line, sir?
- Good God, man, where else?

These men are badly needed
for the big show.

Give them a few days in Passchendaele
and they'll either be dead

or damn glad to be alive.

Eh, Alex?

Oh, yes, yes. All this mutiny nonsense
will soon be forgotten.

One way or another.

But isn't it a bit dangerous, though,
to do absolutely nothing?

The attacks on the NCOs alone,
the damage, the abuse.

Won't that encourage a repetition
of these events, sir?

Have you finished?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Because my priorities
are the bloody deserters.

Red flags were flown.
And we're not having that.

Bolsheviks and cowards.
They're the ones I want.

And that will be the first priority
for the new chief of police

and the Secret Service chap
I've been hearing about.

Woodhall. Edwin Woodhall.
The best by all accounts, the very best.

Rather small.

- Stop!
- Stop or I'll fire!

Stop or you'll get shot.

Stop! Come here, you swine!

Get up now! Get up!

(SHOUTING)

- Good for nothing coward, get up!
- Come on, get up.

Get, get, get going! Forward!

(GUN FIRING)

Get up! Get up there!
Don't bugger about with it!

SOLDIER: All right, all right,
I'm going.

- Get up, you bastard.
- All right. All right.

Get up, you Bolshie bastard.

- Move it, move it.
- Go on, get in.

"Gordon Highlander
with an English accent.

"Average height.
Brown hair, thick head of.

"High cheekbones, cruel face.

"Except when he smiled."

The smile, General?

Well, he just looked different,
that's all.

Like suddenly someone else
was in the car with me.

I can't explain it any better than that.

Oh, well. Yes, I can.

He looked like an officer
when he smiled.

I know that sounds silly, but...

No, please go on, sir.

Later, when I signed those demands,

confidence, you know,
something like that.

Command.

And my God, Woodhall,
he was in charge of those men.

Young though he was,

the fools would have
done anything for him.

Mmm.

Thank you, General.

I shall get an artist working
on a representation of the man.

And I'd be grateful if you could
have a look at it when it's finished.

Well, you'd better be quick, hadn't you?

I'm going to have an illness,
so they tell me.

- He got into your car.
- But he was just one of the crowd.

And then he sat down in the back seat.
So I don't know, Sergeant.

You must have some idea
what he looked like.

Come on,

roughly.

Well,

he was taller than you, Sergeant.

- Christ, it's cold.
- Aye, I know.

Yeah.

- Worth risking a fire?
- No.

We're gonna get caught here.

Either that or frozen.

Didn't do us much good, did it?

All that trouble.

Oh, I don't know, Franny.

Well, I do, and it didn't.

If they could chase the Germans
like they chased us,

the bloody war
would have been over long ago.

I think we should go.

- FRANNY: But where?
- Home.

I'll send for a cab.

Tram service around here is disgraceful.

Make our way to Boulogne.

There's always a madness there
of the new and the wounded.

Thousands coming and going
with every tide.

We'll take our chances.

What do you think, Perce?

Can you get a boat
from Boulogne to Russia?

I'm not a Bolshevik and you know it.
Are you coming or not?

No.

But I will eventually, Charles,
but not just yet.

I think I shall stroll about for a bit,
see what's cooking.

If anyone's cooking, Perce,
it'll be you.

- You'll be the main meal.
- You're mad.

You must be. If they're looking
for anyone, it'll be you.

What, me?

No, I don't think so. What did I do?
I was just having a laugh.

Anyway, I like army life.

Be going dark soon, boys.

Best make a move.

I'll remember what you did for me.

You know I will. Everything, Perce.

I won't forget.

Neither will I.

Goodbye, Strange.
I'll see you again sometime, mate.

Bet you knew him really well,
didn't you?

Away to fuck.

Next.

My arm! You shitebag!

My arm!

(SHOUTING)

I shouldn't be here.

I should be in hospital.

Had a terrible war, really, haven't you?

Yes.

Yes, I bloody well have.

- Well, that can change.
- Aye. Yeah, I know.

I could be shot for desertion.

That'll make a change.

Long spell in hospital.
That's what you need, I would think.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised

by the time you were fully recovered,
ready to face charges,

it could easily be
after the end of the war.

Peacetime.

You don't get shot for desertion
in peacetime.

I don't wanna die.

I know you don't.
It's not a pastime I would recommend.

Especially not to someone like yourself
who's plainly suffered enough.

Tell me about him.

He didn't start anything.

We know that.
We know who's really to blame.

If you want to know, he was a hero.

He didn't seem like one,
or act like one.

You never knew what he was thinking,
or which way he'd go.

You never even knew till it had happened

and then you realised.

I bet you knew him really well,
didn't you?

Yeah.

September 1915, Loos,
Royal Army Medical Corps.

Stretcher bearer, wounded in action.

Met him then, did you?

Tell me his name. That's all.

That's not a lot
to ask in return, is it?

(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)

# If I knew that someone cared for me

# I'd let the world go by

# Someone who was true as true could be

# I'd never want to sigh

# What would I give today

# Just to hear someone softly say

# Let the great big world keep turning

# Never mind if I've got you

# For I only know

# That I want you so

# And there's no one else will do

# You have simply set me yearning

# And forever I'll be true

# Let the great big world
keep on turning round

# Now I've found someone like you

# Love they say must come to one and all

# Of high and low degree

# Come what may I'm waiting for the call

# It holds no fears for me

# Maybe the day is near

# When the thought of my heart I'll hear

# Let the great big world keep turning

# Never mind if I've got you

# For I only know

# That I want you so

# And there's no one else will do

# You have simply set me yearning

# And forever I'll be true

# Let the great big world

# Keep on turning round

# Now I've found someone like you #

Fine sentiment, Captain.
Beautifully played.

I heard you from outside.

Delightful.

You don't know The Mountains of Mourne,
do you?

Not personally, no.

A pity. Lovely song.

Full of the mists of time.

Can I buy you a drink?

I was just about finished, Padre.

Just one more, surely.
Perhaps another song or two.

I've got a train to catch.

One for the road, what do you say?

- One for the train!
- No, really.

Don't be like that.

- I said no.
- I insist.

- Stay still, lad.
- What is going on?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

All right, I'll have a drink.

Yes, we executed
our first mutineer yesterday.

Very good friend of yours, I'm sure.

A chap called Gilzean.

I expect they'll drop some
of the other charges against you now.

- Impersonating an officer and such like.
- That's very decent of them.

All those stories about you.

Looking at you now,
you don't look much like a hero to me.

Well, that's the last thing I am.

- The cemeteries are full of heroes.
- Yes.

Of course, they're not
so full of deserters.

But they're there all the same,
hidden away in some corner.

Untended, uncared for, unloved.

But you'll say a prayer over me,
though, won't you, Padre?

- See you tomorrow, then.
- Don't be late.

Hello, son, remember me?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

How would you like to help me
hang meself?

I'm in enough trouble as it is.

(WHISPERING)... 66, 67, 68...

74 again.

They must wind this fellow up.

...65, 66, 67, 68, 69,

70, 71, 2, 3, 4,

5, come on, 6... Now!

And for my next trick...

PERCY: Get down.

Now, go on.

Hey!

(METALLIC CLANGING)

- A breakout.
- Where, where?

Over there, move.

Stop or I'll fire. Stop!

WOODHALL: The hammer of his revolver
clicked, but it did not go off.

I made a rush at him
and smashed my fist into his face.

At that moment, assistance arrived
and he was easily overpowered.

Oh!

PERCY: Good afternoon.

Oh, dear. The old Austin and Swift 1910.

...in the only way I knew how.
But what you must remember, Dorothy,

is that we were on the point
of a major offensive.

And there he was,
galloping through no-man's-land

with his hounds, tally-ho.

Of course, we asked him what the hell
he was doing there,

and he said,
"I'm looking for foxholes, dear boy."

What else does a gentlemen do
at the weekends?

Shall I send him away?

No.

The butler would never understand.

You mean he doesn't know
you have a long-lost brother?

No, and neither do I.

- An aged aunt perhaps.
- No!

No, it's not that, Johnny.

- Well, I've told you. My husband was...
- The dead don't know.

I've seen enough to tell you that.

It's just...

I promised myself that I wouldn't

entertain anyone else in this house.

His house.

Your house.

Johnny.

33-44. Telephone me.

Telephone me first. If you want to.

I'll do more than that.

At midday tomorrow, young lady,

I shall, with almost military precision,
be outside whoever's house this is,

and I shall drive you,
either east or west.

- Or totally insane.
- I thought I'd done that already.

Must be slipping.

But whichever way I drive you,
east, west, mad or weak at the knees,

I shall have you at the coast
by tea-time.

And what will happen then, Johnny?

I shall entertain you.

Good night.

Mrs Taylor?

DRIVER: Did you have a good night, sir?

I had a...

I don't know.

Just out of curiosity, driver,

how much would you give me for this?

You can entertain me
for as long as you like, Johnny.

And when do you go away?

# Pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag

# And smile, smile, smile

# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag

# Smile, boys, that's the style

# What's the use...

There you are, Captain. All the best.

# It never was worthwhile

# So pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag

# And smile, smile, smile #

# Private Perks is a funny little codger

# With a smile, a funny smile

# Five feet none
He's an artful little dodger

# With a smile, a sunny smile

# Flush or broke,
he'll have his little joke

# He can't be suppressed #

- Give us a sovereign.
- I beg your bloody pardon.

- You heard, give us a sovereign.
- Damn cheek.

I know you have. If you're gonna
do something, pal, do it well.

You've got a red chevron missing.

Your medal ribbon's back to front.
Some soldier you must be.

Now give us a sovereign
before I scream the place down.

Give me the Mons Star, too.
I ain't got that one.

# Smile, boys, that's the style

# What's the use of worrying? #

Polish your boots while you're at it.

MAN: There you go, Captain.
God bless you.

# So pack up your troubles
in your old kit-bag

# And smile, smile, smile #

- Where have you been this time?
- Sorry I'm late.

I don't mind the minutes, John.
It's the weeks.

Ask no questions
and you'll be told no lies.

If you're going to see ghosts, Dorothy,
you'll see them wherever we go.

No. No, it's not that.

- It's not him, believe me.
- Well, what is it?

Ask no questions and...

All right, but I'm telling you,

get rid of that ghost now
or he'll never let you go.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Quiet! Quiet! Up!

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

MAN: What's he done?

MAN: He's changed his mind.

PERCY: # Let the great big world
keep turning

# Never mind if I've got you

# For I only know

# That I want you so

#And there's no one else will do

# You have simply set me yearning

#And forever I'll be true

# Let the great big world
keep on turning round

# Now I've found someone like you #