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Toy

cunts

yeah

perfect

Will you take a part?

Will you protect your nation's honor on the poor African pagan?

Will you march on the filthy war?

Follow Jones!

Tell your bright flag!

Hey man!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, line! Take it off!

What is he?

I can't believe he's the scum of the earth!

Your poor is a bastard!

Still fit, I mean.

It's taller than your union.

Who are you pockets?

We met him with.

I can't hear you!

Will we take it?

Enough on, Amis.

That door over the hat.

Follow me.

What are you!

Take him here!

John Reed!

What the hell do you need to do it?

Get that bloody female off the square immediately.

Yes sir!

Come on, guys.

Come on, guys!

Come on, come on!

Bring down the van!

Here you go, that's good.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, is you there, want to?

Come on, get out!

I'm going to hit you, Adam.

There you go, Adam.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, van!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, next, we got the bar.

The ward round took longer than expected.

I'm so sorry.

You must have been to the band, didn't you?

Oh, what at all?

I've rather enjoyed myself.

Ladies and gentlemen, the car.

Hello?

I know it's wicked, but a ward does bring out the best in them.

Some of them, there are legs that will never look good

and uniform no matter who the tailor or what the occasion.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm so sorry.

For if ever there was a just war, this is it.

Ask the blacker more women wailing over their poor murdered babies

or the proud African savage beaten and starved by his poor masters.

It is for them and for her Majesty the Queen that we fight.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

You're fine!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

The height of the average recruit is just five feet, six inches.

Twenty-three percent of these recruits are underweight,

thirteen percent have to be deloused or whirled or both.

Big your partner, ladies.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ball.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ball.

Tell you what it's so clear.

Whether you are here because you're going to make uniforms for them,

or to put food in their bellies,

or to examine them,

or to do something else,

or to do something else,

you are going to make uniforms for them,

food in their bellies,

or to examine them medically,

or to supply the weapons

and the arms with which they will defend themselves,

I'm in salute you.

Without you,

they will not be fit for the battle that awaits us,

for the war which we are fighting for you,

for you,

and for your children,

and for your children's children.

Rob, thank you.

Yeah, I love you.

Hi!

Ball!

Of course, absolutely true.

She says,

she'll do fight for us after the two years.

Oh, for every little mophead urchin back here at home, sir,

and for the honour of the empress, sir.

And the ennoblement apparently of all our recruits.

I often think how noble they are, sir, when I talk about the empress.

You hope that's after you've done last.

Well, the cattle's used to talking to rude soldier.

I used it to support it that no one fainted.

Major quarry.

May I introduce my cousin, Miss Bramwell?

Major quarry is the recruiting officer.

One of them.

This is your first visit to our barrow.

No.

Though my father was your regimental surgeon many years ago,

we often come to Dennis.

Balls.

Then why have I never seen you before?

It's a charm, man, Mrs. Bruce.

The army's full of them.

Your father was just the same.

My parents would complain that you couldn't move for admirers.

Puing up on the cables too deep, sometime.

Wonderful way of life and military.

There you go, now.

All that glory and daring do.

And then how you forgot to deflert in here, will you, ma?

Mrs. Bruce, we're only happy to see you with a screwdriver in your hand.

She's told the joiners to come back and finish everything off properly.

That change is as good as the rest.

I like a bit of manual work.

Watch out.

The army'll snatch you away.

I'll have you rebuilding the barracks.

Apparently, they need the good and loyal civilian to lend whatever skills.

There's a waterman downstairs.

He says the man isn't dead, but it looks as if he's been in the canal for weeks.

Mud pouring out of his mouth, most distressing.

There's nothing you can do.

Why they want to be here?

When did he stop breathing?

I don't know.

He could have been there round with, oh God, Simon, please, sir.

Simon.

You're not miracle workers.

We cannot raise the check.

Speak for yourself, Mrs. Bruce.

Quickly, nice car.

I'll be on the run.

I've got my best friend, I know.

I don't know if I could.

Just bad luck.

It was more stretch of the canal.

Nothing.

Blankets.

Wrap them round his leg.

There's no pulse.

Not when you've landed through a tour.

We're not satisfied.

Oh, just bring the nearest in the store room.

I'm praying for you, mate.

There's nothing in his throat.

Just get him flat.

I can't be everywhere, can I?

I can't be held responsible.

One, God, two.

I should have been there and all lose me, child.

Stand.

Is my son's name?

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Is my son's a stiff?

Keep going.

He'll be hypothermia.

There's your go straight to the rag bag.

There's wear in them yet, Mrs. Bruce.

Oh, God, you're nurse.

Let's hope so.

You will tell my boss, won't you?

I carried him miles soaking bloody red.

I did everything I could.

Come on, you must have had for canal and, uh...

Well done, Mr. Marshall.

About bloody time.

Stupid bastard.

I am sick of drinks and I'm sick of the bloody coroner's court.

Tell him if I see him anywhere near my car.

Well, again, if we see had bloody ground.

Come on, Mrs. Bruce.

When Lazarus freshened the tomb, I'd you record that and you led you as an account.

Seems I do favor the patient.

Drop us a day food.

Drop into some dress.

Soldier, Mr. Best of all, Sergeant.

Spirit cover.

Can you tell us what happened?

Right.

Either loud enough, the shock hasn't added as brave.

Mr. Sergeant, with some soldiers in the waiting 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 them all logs.

Get the tea, Tom.

Make the fire, Tom.

Scop the floor, Tom.

I wish I was joining them.

20th time for that when he's 17.

What use is that?

They'll all be over, bit in.

I'm sure that lordships will find some other post-settlers 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 said, he's deaf.

Wait, he wanted to say not, Miss.

You're not deaf anyway.

We just need a table and a bit of room.

I'm not.

I haven't expected you quite so soon.

What does he want a table for?

I'll be with you in a moment.

The bit by your front door looks all right.

Sarsen, this is not a barracurum.

Only once you've done with them, I have to get them down to the magistrate's heart.

You can see that we are busy.

You will wait outside quietly until we are free.

Mr. Marshman.

Oh, he shouted at us, so I shouted black.

Oh, well, uh...

See, Tim, then?

So tell me.

Are you a desert?

Why were you so fearful?

The sartre.

Fine.

All right.

You're stunned, deaf, and I'm the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Only two sessions this week so far.

Two, well, that's not bad, is it?

There'll be no one under 20 or over 40, sir.

So the usual requirements apply?

As in the guidelines we give Miss Bramwell, it's all basic stuff, sir.

I'm sure it's all quite straightforward.

I just will them in, tell them to drop their breep.

Make a bad miss, cough, have a butcher's for crap.

Wait a minute, Miss.

I haven't read your recruiting rules and I won't be examining any of your men, Sarsen.

Oh, I was going to explain.

I thought they wouldn't be here for hours yet.

All that explanation and 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. Martian.

Neither am I asking your permission.

We can't have a woman at this.

I'll be examining them upstairs, Sergeant.

If you'd follow me.

And now she's up there when they get started.

Insistings, her papers, her every bit as good as a gentleman.

Sriceless.

I mean, I measured a few things.

I put up the mill lady into her mild face.

You know, crap.

Come here.

She didn't do the hair.

So I thought you better source your house, sir.

Major Quarry.

Dr. Bramwell.

Dr. Bramwell, I feel incredibly slow.

I thought you just administered this place.

I hadn't realized you were a doctor.

Well, Mrs. Bruce never introduces me as one.

She thinks it's unladylike.

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

I beg your pardon?

Look at the men and... nut.

And why not?

Yes. Why not?

Sir, Miss Bramwell can't...

We'll be the lovely Stockser.

Dr. Bramwell.

Is that?

Unless you want me to call you Fusilaire Reed.

I'm sorry, sir.

Dr. Bramwell.

The men just won't put up with it.

Dropping their jaws for a girl.

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

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

His first letter is service, sir.

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

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

You don't want to be on a charge?

You'll present yourself and your reservist here at two o'clock as planned.

Sir!

How do you sign your name?

Boda's here, Queen of the British.

Just to eat Bramwell?

Good. Edward Bramwell.

Or Edwin.

Or Ethel Burt.

Let's keep your identity a 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'll need drying out.

I'll be alone.

That'll need drying out.

Be a while before the clock won't.

She's lovely.

Is this your wife?

We'll soon have you back with her.

Brilliant. It's all but used up, Doctor.

You'll have to make do with board rag.

Think you know how to sleep with her?

There's Lysol and some balm.

It's Robinson out, so don't pour it all over him.

Good God, no, Matt.

I've been driven to drinking days.

I've been to eat, Doctor Martian.

Just coming?

That is an explicit rush.

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 Doctor into 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 the God is in my sight.

What?

Just as the army and the Booh 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 woman with Catholic upstart.

No, SCARs as you wanted.

Yes, thank you, Tom.

We both have watches. We were just coming.

We'll meet Bimari at 25 years.

She'll still do her level best to keep us decently apart.

Here we are, Miss.

Ready and wait until we get to the end.

Good evening.

Rather more en masse than I expected, Sergeant.

But I admire your enthusiasm.

I'll leave you to.

I'll come on.

I'll go to the front.

We're in South Africa, protecting the emperor

against the beer-swelling sausage-eating boar.

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 minestrations of an angel here on the island.

I'm going to take them to safety.

I'm going to take them to safety.

I'm going to take them to safety.

And to the gentle minestrations of an angel here on Earth.

She shepherds the hort and the dying into the hospital tent.

The fartless boar has no honor.

And, caring nothing for the Red Cross,

he aims one of his deadly incendiaries at the hospital tent.

Oh, good.

As the casualties are let 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, our thoughts are only for our patience.

A dispatch saying, first day, tent under fire,

is entrusted to private Jimmy Smith,

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

A boar, maddened by beer,

and heat runs firing at young Jimmy,

wounded in the shoulder and in great pain,

private Smith struggles to his feet.

According to his comrades, I will go on.

A boar hand is raised,

and the evil scum bakes for water, for mercy.

As always, the British soldier has it in abundance,

and he paths with his own precious water.

But the enemy knows no honor and feels no gratitude,

and he takes his wicked aim.

Oh!

Oh!

Bastard!

Oh!

And so, Jimmy Smith lies there in that foreign field

among the enemy.

And tonight, another British widow mourns,

while her fatherless child reaps.

Filthy boy!

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Move yourself.

You know what I'm saying.

50 yards away.

Get him in your sights.

I'm back.

You see this smoke on the ground,

so you know what you're in.

But a force-eated two-seat, so he starts running, then he.

Bloody coward.

He just lifts your rifle so much.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

And there he is.

Dead.

Oh, she is.

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

You turn them a favor.

Are you?

Yeah, well, the bullet's better than cholera.

They're rotten with it.

And the 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're on the run from the law or the army, it makes no difference to us.

You're safe for this, whoever you are.

I promise you.

We promise you.

You understand that?

Bloody not death, then.

Don't get it. Don't get it.

Be German.

You're Dutch, army. Neither less.

Call of love, three-year-back!

Call of love, three-year-back!

Call of love, three-year-back!

Call of love!

It makes no difference, not a jot of difference.

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

Calm yourself.

Oh, no.

It's ankle.

Without dragging him to the X-ray machine at the East London Hospital,

we have no way of knowing, so I think we should treat it as a fracture.

You're safe and sorry, do you think?

Dr. Bramwell.

Yes.

Yes.

Keep it in the splint.

You'll soon be mended.

Young.

Young.

No.

John.

Your name is John.

Sergeant Riette, Dr. Bramwell.

Coming.

And you must return to being a mute.

I still have a back in a minute.

Better seat it then.

We have to talk about this.

The soldiers coming out of the brick bunk later.

I made it last night.

They saved fruitcake in broos after a few days, but...

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

One time since I tasted home baking.

Sorry. I'm ready when you are.

Breakfast, Naskar.

Why would that be?

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

I'm about to keep him comfortable in sitting up straight.

Do we have any of his clothes?

I'm going to see some shirt and wesket doctor.

Should you drive him now?

He's doing very well.

Ladies men, a crown of lust, a crown of infantry.

The lust of soldiers, a crown of infantry.

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 the sergeant?

What news?

I mean, he's in with Dr. Bremmer.

What news, Tom?

He says, oh, staying.

We lost a column of infantry.

At Lady Smith.

What do you mean?

Lost.

They set off into the night and they haven't come back.

Thousands of them.

Just gone. Dead.

Nonsense.

He said the messenger boy from the army was in the pub.

He said that the barracks gone mad.

Nobody knows what's going on.

Silly rumors 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 Majubo, you know that the border has stood against us quite successfully from time to time.

Well, that's not us.

We 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.

Fusely, our Fox.

Could you tell us how loud?

Send next one in. Quick march.

So you've already been to Africa once, Sergeant.

Five years back, Mom.

Me and Major Quarry.

Fighting the ball.

And are they as dreadful as we're told?

Enormous.

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

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

Wanna go watch one night?

Major Quarry, speak of the devil.

Dr. Bramwell, I'm sorry.

Sergeant corporal Wilson's relieving you.

We wanted a recruitment board.

Thousands of men have been lost in Africa.

Well, that's not in it, sir.

A whole column of infantry?

Situation is confused.

It seems that a column hasn't returned to the garrison been expected.

Oh dear.

Not thousands.

They may have wandered off the roadway and got lost.

Might have been delayed by a skirmish.

Anything.

After you, Sergeant.

Yeah.

That's our boy. Quick march.

Say, right.

Will you be sent home?

Will you miss me?

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

I'll leave you to it then.

You have my thermometer.

Oh yes.

Sorry.

How many more of these damn lit sessions we've been doing?

Most minis they ask me to do.

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

Just a couple of pages.

Plenty more where they came from.

How about not?

Mr. Brokemark.

Mr. Brokemark.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Brokemark.

Thank you, Corporal.

Well, the miser.

Who?

The mute.

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

Look, little tiny pockets all along the bottom.

See? Here.

Oh, maybe we'll pay such a gorgeous key.

Oh, there we go.

Foreign.

They're all foreign.

Look at that, ma'am.

They're...

Netherlands.

Where's that?

Holland.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my dear.

Don't you?

He's a boa.

A filthy boa.

He might look harmless just now, Doctor.

But I've seen them on the bioscope.

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

And soon as he'd done, the boa only had a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

I'd like to have a drink.

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

That film was made on Hampstead Heathnaskar.

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

It was Africa.

It was the war straight from the front line.

And a cameraman was there, was he, on the heat of battle, and he had nothing to warn our poor hero that he was about to be killed.

That seemed a little unlikely.

Anyway, that man's Dutch not boa.

Can you understand the difference?

There isn't one.

Oh, for God's sake.

Well, not at war with a Dutch.

Has he been deliberately up to?

The point is, Shirley.

Whatever 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.

Just as...

D'estro him out on his ear.

Well, he's staying put and we're looking after him.

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

Or I will personally knock you unconscious with my fig mama, Nama, and then a spatula in the best boa fashion.

And you're such a pacifist.

I better get back to my accounts.

No little homilies about the expense of taking on foreigners.

No.

No, we are entrusted with the deserving poor of this bar, not Amsterdam.

No, I hope the poor man recovers.

For a moment there, a filthy looker was not up a more than her thoughts.

Eleanor, remember you have a fitting for your wedding dress?

No, I won't forget.

Much as I'd like to.

There's a terribly tedious matter here.

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 boa.

We don't know why he was in London.

He could be the enemy.

We should tell someone.

Oh, well, it is your father's daughter.

I understand why you feel as you do.

But your adults are 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'll have to worry about will be your expectations.

Well, I'll have to worry about it.

And now I've told you how I feel about this matter.

It really should be enough.

Here they are.

They are great!

They're great!

They're more natural.

They've got me twice.

They're great!

They're great!

They're great!

I thought you'd vanished.

We were going to dread the Thames.

I've been to the barracks.

Well, 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's 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?

Death, dumb and stupid.

Now listen to me.

You bag of scum.

Verbus to the ashlar.

What did you say to him?

I repeated my question in German.

That is all.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

Don't you say it.

It's been like half man.

Not like half man.

Well, it's a merchant.

Only a merchant.

And he's definitely done.

That's enough.

You get out of this ward right now.

Wait, Joe.

In the whole second, he's weakened his frighten.

Can't you be a little?

What, nicer?

And I know who he is.

And what he's doing in this port,

I'll be as sweet as sweet can be.

Vomit, hand us door.

Chukka.

Kathy, I'm tickly chukka.

Yeah, of course you do.

Shus, muffin.

Nine, nine.

Kind of shus, muffin.

What's he saying?

What's just muffin?

He says he doesn't deal in guns,

but then he would, wouldn't he?

Ah!

He'd get a bridge of bloody hands off my fish

and then get out of this hospital.

Agent Quarry, you promised me that you would respect our wishes.

So I will.

Your colleague had not taken that moment to interrupt.

We might by now have all the information we need.

A small moment of pain and fear.

Soldiers life is full of them.

Please, Zabella.

My cargo was under you, Zabella.

Set Zalon, Sanjay.

You Zabella.

Take care of her.

What, a Lisa bit?

And the cargo.

These doctors save your life.

The least you can do is show them some honesty.

You owe us nothing.

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.

The

clinicians.

They're dealing with the missions.

But by far they could tell the munitions.

It's out of family business.

They come from Holland.

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?

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

Guns that make ours look like peashooters.

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

You wanted me silent.

I don't know.

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 to Sam.

I've just told you the truth.

Have you seen a public hanging son?

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 Dutch aren't very popular in this network.

He's not a villain.

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

We always do.

You can't afford to keep your feet anyone unnecessarily.

Excuse me.

Yes, Tom. What do you want?

Well, you do, me, Doctor.

Do what to you?

Shine me fit.

If I haven't saved your 15, of course I won't.

I'm 16 in seven months.

Then come back in seven months on a day.

Oh, no, I'm big enough.

Look, I'm five for six.

What was that for?

You just failed your entrance.

If you're too slow to dodge a fist in your too slow to dodge a bullet.

Is anyone intending to do any work at all today?

Make a good sergeant major if he did but didn't know it.

There's a firework show at the regiment tomorrow.

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 was to clarify.

Of course, and I'm heartbroken.

Devastated.

Now you're mocking me.

Not at all.

I'm sure your intended husband is 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. Marsham.

The Scottish oath.

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

You can't.

I mean, Bramwell, you really, really can't.

You don't know him.

No, I don't.

Of course.

And I apologize.

Unreservedly.

I'm sure he's quite...

He is.

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

The most honest.

Gentlemen.

Gahwel then.

Hidden depths.

What lady could resist.

And I've already been invited by your colonel.

I accepted the invitation.

I should have scot you then.

Sherlock to Marsham's far too hard working for frivolities like fireworks.

You're quite wrong.

Dr. Marsham 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. Marsham 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 girls, of course.

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

We brought you a choice of them.

Oh, me.

Here you are.

Chicken soup.

It's very much a lot of you.

It's very quiet of you.

Pick your collar up.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bless you.

All you need is your penny.

Here you go.

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 with necessary confidentiality.

Unfortunately I no longer have that assurance anymore.

So I choose not to speak.

Oh, don't be so po-faced, Joe.

I find a hard job.

That's not a problem.

I have a chance to be a part of this.

I don't have a chance to be a part of this.

I'm not too sure.

I don't have a chance to be a part of this.

I don't have a chance to be a part of this.

I have a chance to be a part of this.

I have a chance to be a part of this.

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 it administered by a gentleman who's not at all poor faced.

Dr. Mosa.

I'm busy doctor.

As you can see.

Perhaps you could spare me a moment later on when you're a little less busy.

I'm sure I'll find the lull in my day sometime.

Thank you.

Nurse, why is this man unshaved?

I've not had the chance, Doctor.

Where's his soup? In the pot?

I haven't had a minute to myself. He's managed to feed everyone else.

All the good Christians?

Nurse Carr, please leave what you're doing and fetch this patient a bowl of soup.

Tom's gone missing.

Doctor Bramwell asked you, not Tom.

I'm sorry, but Boers kill little blackie babies.

They burn their villages.

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?

Just can't wait after all, Doctor Bramwell.

Nurse Carr, you will come with us.

It's a disgrace, us looking after him.

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

I read my paper. I know the dutch are behind the Boers.

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?

With 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 war intrudes on medicine.

Yes. You were right and I was wrong.

Well, that makes a change.

Usually it's the other way around.

I am so sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

You're not a tall po-faced.

I am. I am. I am. I am the post-faced 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 that make a quarry.

I find it so difficult.

Joe.

Will you?

Come to the fireworks display at the regiment tonight.

All the other hospitals are sending representatives.

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.

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

Dammit.

All right.

Come on.

We better move Jan out that ward before they sent fire to those bandages.

The boy don't rape African women and the value of the Caffier child is a slave.

You wouldn't kill them.

How do you know so much about the boy people?

I take the trouble to find out.

I have a different perspective to most.

A working man, a doctor, a scot living in England, a Catholic affionst to a Protestant.

You're a very good man, Joe Marshall.

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

We better lock him in and take the key.

There.

You'll get some sleep now.

Mm-hmm.

Sleep.

My children thank you.

My wife.

I thank you.

We know.

I was happy.

I take the except stage and I keep sniffing you well.

I drive a deform, Mom.

When I go inside the cuffs with permanence.

Hey, mom the man Chartier and his wife feed me.

You said you're the buddy.

This cor despite a lie, I have a fear.

I was as deaf as he is stupid.

I'm making a noise.

Tom, watch the words.

Whatever are you doing?

Whatever you're wearing.

Look at me.

I can see you.

Where'd you store that uniform from?

We know where.

I'm a fusillier, aren't I?

I'm trying now.

Looks good, Denny.

He looks wonderful.

But you're only 15.

No worries.

I know, trick or two.

Are you going to miss me?

Of course I'll miss you.

Wicked boy.

Of course I'll miss you.

Bad, bad rascal.

Wow, look at you.

Turn around.

I'm figure of a man, eh?

Spook something all down the front, but I'm less.

Put your shoe.

Well, you ain't going to lick your own key and wipe your chin,

aren't you?

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Huh?

There.

Oh.

No.

Ha.

Ha.

Ha.

Ha.