Original subtitles

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ When you left me all alone

♪ At the record hop

♪ Told me you were going out

♪ For a soda pop

♪ You were gone for quite a while

♪ Half an hour or more

♪ You came back and man, oh man,

♪ This what I saw

♪ Lipstick on your collar

♪ Told a tale on you

♪ Lipstick on your collar

♪ Said you were untrue

♪ Bet your bottom dollar

♪ You and I are through

♪ Cos lipstick on your collar Told a tale on you

♪ Boy, told a tale on you, man Told a tale on you, yeah

♪ Told a tale on you. ♪

PROJECTOR WHIRR

"New Yorkers in the rush hour. Eight million people in a hurry."

"The first civil defence exercise pulls them up."

"The streets soon become deserted."

"SIREN"

"Trading on the Stock Exchange stops."

"With a scare like this on, no wonder." >

"Children get a break from class...

..to get a more vital lesson about self-preservation during atomic warfare."

"I am unhappy to conclude the hydrogen bomb should be developed."

"We should not intentionally lose the armaments race."

"To do this will be to lose our liberties."

"With Patrick Henry, I value my liberties more than I do my life."

↑ SHOUTING AND MARCHING

Bumholes.

Bumholes, say I -...

..in the plural.

I conjure up for your delectation...

.. the image of row upon row of bare arses.

A whole choir stall of them, eh?

Eh?

Ah, I see. No-one interested in my state of mind at this bright morn.

(SIGHS) Now, why is that, do you think?

Do you consider, perhaps, that I'm being provocative? Is that it, eh?

Eh?

Or boring, even? Have I become a bore without even knowing?

(SIGHS)

(THINKS) 'Boring? Boring!'

Keen, are we, Hopper?

Yes, sir.

Keen and eager? >

Yes, sir!

♪ THE PLATTERS: "THE GREAT PRETENDER"

♪ Oh yes,

..I'm the great pretender

♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo

♪ Pretending that I'm doing well

♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo

♪ My need is such...

..I pretend too much...

..I'm lonely, but no-one can tell ♪

♪ Oh, yes,

..I'm the great pretender...

♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo

.. adrift in a world of my own

♪ Ooo-ooo-ooo

♪ I play the game...

.. but to my real shame...

..you've left me to dream all alone ♪

Look, Corporal - drum music.

Yeah?

Yeah. See? Can't you read it?

You know bloody well I can't!

Nothing to it, look:...

.. bum tit-tit, bum tit-tit.

Very shaggin' funny.

It's good, innit?

Less noise there!

(BOTH) Sir!

Bumholes.

Sorry, sir.

Now what is it, Hopper?

Krasnaya Zvezda - I mean, Red Star, an article in Red Star, sir.

What's it say?

Um... "Army footballers must play better."

Hopper... Sir?

What have you got between your ears? Use your bonce!

I've got enough bumph!

But, sir, I was told to translate ev...

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Sir? You...?

Bumholes.

Yes, sir.

(Bum tit-tit, bum tit-tit.)

(Shut up!)

'Am I asleep or what?'

'How d'you tell for sure?'

'Christ, what a dump!'

'Roll on. Roll... on.'

♪ Boo-wah-ba, boo-wah-ba

♪ Boo-wah-ba Do-do-do-do-do-do

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Do-do-do-do

♪ Earth angel,

..earth angel...

.. will you be mine?

♪ My darling dear,

..love you all the time

♪ I'm just a fool...

..a fool in love with you

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Boo-wah-ba

♪ Do-do-do-do-do

♪ Earth angel,

..earth angel...

.. the one I adore.

♪ Love you forever...

.. and ever more ♪

♪ I'm just a fool...

..a fool in love with you

♪ I fell for you...

.. and I knew...

.. the vision of your love's loveliness

♪ Doo-do-do-do-do

♪ I hope and I pray

♪ I hope and I pray that some day

I'll be the vision of your happiness

♪ Earth angel,

..earth angel...

.. please be mine.

♪ My darling dear...

..love you all the time

♪ I'm just a fool

♪ A... ♪

CLOCK CHIMES

What are you doing?

Sir, I... Sir?

Get on with your work!

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

CLOCK STRIKES >

TAPPING >

Bumholes!

What? What?

Wallace... Sorry. The sound of a human voice startled me.

I think I said "Bumholes". Yes, that was almost certainly it -..

..B-U-M. Bumholes. >

I wish you wouldn't do this, not every five min...

(SNIGGERS)

Corporal! >

Beg your pardon, sir.

It's that... deuced clock striking 11 like that.

&It; What about it?

Oh, chatty, are we?

Actually, no.

Well, I wish it was striking 12, that's all. One more hour on.

Oh, Christ in shitty napkins, what a life!

(SIGHS)

Nine to five, eh? Stooped over a bloody desk like a bloody box wallah!

That's what I joined the Army for, eh?

Corporal? >

Sir! Some barely-bloody-drinkable.

Hopper.

Corporal. If we've got to put in office hours,

.. we ought not deviate a bloody jot or a tittle from office bloody routine, eh?

Coffee at 11, tea and bickies at 4,

.. and three two-minute wee-wees.

&It; Wallace!

I know!

Upstairs need that new Battle Order. You know this, yet...

Oh, look here, old thing!

How will we get it out on time if you keep up this non-stop barrage?

Worse than dysentery! Time and place, please!

All right, Harry, all right. Let's keep some sense of, um...

This place is upsetting the balance of my mind!

I can't even drag up the right word!

Proportion.

What?

The word you want.

Absolutely not!

What? Proportion! No, no!

Oh, please!

Perspective! That's the word!

Yes, Harry, I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

All I was saying was...

No! Was... to keep a sense of...

Perspective?

Propor-tion.

(SNIGGERS)

♪ THURSTON HARRIS: "LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE"

♪ (HUMMING)

♪ Little bitty pretty one

♪ Come on and talk to me

♪ Lovey dovey lovey one

♪ Come sit down on my knee

♪ Tell you a story

♪ Hap' a long time ago

♪ Little bitty pretty one

♪ I've been a-watching you grow

♪ Little bitty pretty one

♪ Come on and talk to me

♪ Lovey dovey lovey one

♪ Come sit on my knee

♪ (HUMS)

(SNIGGERS)

Hopper, where the hell d'you think you are?

I... I'm sorry, sir.

I... swallowed the wrong way. Sorry.

Get back to your desk, man.

Sir!

&It; Hopper! Sir!

The barely bloody drinkie-winkie?

Sir!

Oh... (SIGHS)

WHISTLES

"Shoot me a slug from the wonderful jug."

"The first civil defence exercise pulls them up."

"The streets soon become deserted."

"SIREN"

"Trading on the Stock Exchange stops."

Pssst! When do you finish?

Why?

Come on, what's your name?

Why? Everybody's got a name.

Shhh!

I'll be waiting for you, sweetie-pie.

"I'm unhappy to conclude that the hydrogen bomb should be developed."

"We should not intentionally lose the armaments race."

"To do this will be to lose our liberties."

"With Patrick Henry, I value my liberties more than my life."

MILITARY BAND

SIGHS

What do they call the little black things between an elephant's toes?

Go on, if we must.

Slow niggers!

Major Hedges! Now, now, Harry.

I've had about enough of...

We're working too hard.

I mean, it's all bullshit, this new Battle Order bumph!

We might as well give them the old one. They fuss too much upstairs.

Christ, the Battle Order doesn't change! Not in three months!

The Russians never do anything different...

Bunkum! Talking through your hat again.

I'm what? They're moving infantry and tanks, fella.

No, no. Not west, not through my section!

South.

What?

I've lost nearly all the Eighth tank regiment outside Magnitogorsk.

Yeah, they've gone south. That's my impression.

Some infantry have decamped.

Gone south.

Maybe.

Truck... Have your people got more on this?

You people have about everything my people have.

It's how you read it.

In my opinion - no, in our opinion.. the status of this is hardening.

You can elevate it from surmise.

You can what?

They're moving men and materials south, old bean.

And you'd better believe it. All right, all right, old fruit ...

Until we collate these new papers,

we won't know what the H is going on, will we?

This could be... I-I m-mean the...

.. good Lord, Wallace, the next B war!

SIGHS: So, let's end these disturbances. If you don't mind!

COUGHS

'War, war. Shagging war. I've only got six weeks. Leave me out!'

'Let me go! I'm not joining in. No more shagging war! No!'

CLOCK STRIKES

Quarter past!

Time marches on!

FILM MUSIC

So, here you are.

What d'you mean?

I hear you work Monday and Wednesday

That's my business.

So, what do you do evenings?

Depends.

Ever go down the Palais?

Not much. I could take you.

Nah! It wouldn't hurt, would it?

My old man wouldn't like it.

Your dad?

Me husband!

Christ, you've thrown yourself away!

And all this time, there was me waiting.

Well, I didn't know, did I?

You do now, don't ya?

You... but, you've got a minute!

What for?

Can do a lot in a minute.

Yeah, a lot of damage.

Come on, then. See you later, alligator.

WELSH ACCENT: 22920071 Private Francis F reporting for duty.

You bleedin' git!

Sir?

Does Private Hopper really look like your new Commanding Officer?

I... Oh...

Two two nine two zero zero...

Yes, yes, we've had all that.

One of your shoulders is higher than the other. Sir?

Give me you Movement Order, man!

Sir? Are you a cretin?

Of course he is! It must be the new language clerk.

Not likely to read or write, is he?

I hope his Russian is better than his English!

Come on, Movement Order - sharp about it!

S-sorry, s-sir.

Do you stutter? N-n... I mean, no, sir.

Your Movement Order says...

..to leave Intelligence Corps at Maresfield at 08:00...

.. and report to the War Office at 15:00!

Sir, I... It's way past 1600 hours!

16:21! Well?

I... Sir, I... I'm sorry, sir.

What do you mean, sorry?

I... I was... d-delayed, sir.

What do you mean, delayed? Late on parade, you mean!

Sir, I... Sir! Permission to speak, sir!

SIGHS: Speak.

Sir... I've never been to London before, sir, except to pass through.

I... got... lost, sir.

Lost? He's Intelligence Corps. Of course he bloody well got lost!

Lost in London? Sir.

Good God! You don't have to wet your thumb and hold it in the air!

You've got a tongue! We're in the middle of Whitehall!

I asked a policeman, sir, and he...

You WHAT?

I asked him where Whitehall was, the War Office, sir, and...

Where did this encounter take place?

Trafalgar Square, with the stone lions.

And the sticks with the horse's-head handles!

Half a mo', Wallace. And then?

He pointed to this big building, and...

Oh, keep still, man! Sir!

Yes! Go on!

It had pillars and steps and... but... it was full of pictures, sir.

Pictures?

By the time I realised it wasn't what the policeman said it was,

National Gallery.

National Gallery! Ooh! National bloody Gallery!

Sir! Permission to speak, sir?

CHUCKLES: Yes, go on!

Would you accept the proposal that I am not as big a fool as I seem, sir?

ALL LAUGH

I suppose I must take note of that, on this occasion!

I hope you will learn that in this office...

.. your opinions are of little or no relevance.

Sir.

None of us is in uniform, but that does not in any way imply derogation

.. from normal Army procedures.

Exactly the opposite! Understand? Yes, sir.

Get your shoulders into alignment! Sir!

If you arrive late again, and if you continue to make an ass of yourself,

.. Corporal, make it clear.

Sir!

Ha-bout... TURN!

SOLDIER! Corporal!

You are a twit! WHAT ARE YOU?

A twit, Corporal!

Now I'm gonna put my dingaling in your ear...

.. AND SHAG SOME SENSE INTO YOU! UNDERSTAND?

Corporal! Right you are, return him to me.

Sir! Ha-bout... TURN!

Let us hope things will improve a bit from now on. Right, now then.

Um...

Er, yes... as I said, none of us in this office is in uniform...

.. for reasons that may become apparent. I'm afraid the same will apply to you. No uniform.

No, sir. Yes, I know, but there it is. You have to wear civilian clothes.

Yes, sir.

Neat and tidy. Collars and ties. No coloured shirts. Plain socks.

Yes, sir. Good. Now, neat and tidy. Neat and tidy.

We're extremely busy this afternoon.

The world doesn't stand still, er, Francis... Understand?

Sir!

Yes...

Perhaps you wanted adventure? Malaya, eh? Or Cyprus?

Or in the, er... forests, teaching the Mau Mau how to behave.

Even more,

.. the Soviet Union, Francis.

Sir? Must be ready for when the bally goes up, eh? Balloon.

Yes, sir.

This... section of Military Intelligence - M.I...

..(COUGHS) bracket BO bracket - is.. You know what BO means?

Um... it's when you don't...

No, sir. Battle Order.

That of the Red Army. Where they are, where they're going. Got it?

Sir! Now, then. This info comes to us at these desks...

..by a variety of overt and covert... pretty damned hush-hush...

.. and, er... yes, but I, I won't... yes.

Pretty clear, hmm?

Sir.

You're to be the Russian language clerk...

..to Major Church, Language Officer. He will explain.

Explicate the inexplicable.

Now, I am Colonel Bernwood. Over there is Major Carter.

That is Major Hedges in the.. hmmm.

Now, listen very carefully. See the gentleman sitting over there?

Yes, sir. Well, he is not there.

No, sir. Where is he?

Sir? He's not here!

Sir!

His name - which, of course, you need to know even though he's not...

..- is Lieutenant Colonel Trekker. From G-2, United States Army, G-2.

Signed the Official Secrets Act? Yes, sir.

Know the consequences of breaking it

Hanging.

Sir?

Don't want to be hanged, do you?

No, sir.

One stray word, one wink across the top of your glass of sherry,

Understand? A nudge is as good as... hmm.

Anywhere outside this room, soldier, anywhere at all is the wrong place.

Is that perfectly clear?

Yes, sir!

Good. Then you won't have to be buried in quicklime.

Now, who is that sitting over there?

Nobody, sir.

Yeah. And that is the first thing to tuck away and keep dark.

The Military Intelligence services of the UK and the US are,

..to all intents and purposes... Do you understand?

Sir!

Well, I think that covers things... pretty well.

Sir, I... e-excuse m-me, sir.

Get those packs off!

Present your idle self to Major Church!

Sir! Over here. Sharp about it.

Sit down.

CLOCK STRIKES

(GRUNTS)

A gazelle.

Sir? Like a gazelle.

Sir.

Name? Say again.

Francis, sir. Francis F.

What's the F? Francis, sir.

Yes, yes - what's the F?

Francis, sir. Francis Francis.

CHUCKLES

How economical! Well, Francis...

.. when we call you Francis, we mean Francis, not Francis, no familiarity

No, sir.

What was your final mark on the Joint Services Russian course?

92%, sir.

Is that a smirk I detect?

No, sir! Clever Dick, are we?

No, sir!

Mmm, I wonder. Graceful movements, superb brain, an economical name.

Well, let's hear it!

Sir? Your brilliant Russian!

Um... My God. Whiplash Willie!

Ya pomnyu chudnoye mgnovyenye.

What?

I remember a wonderful moment.

Yes, somewhere in the valleys - some Megan or Blodwen, I'll be bound

Pushkin, sir!

Pushkin? What do you think you're talking about, Francis?

Well, sir...

Well, go on.

Pyeredo mnoy yavilas tee kak mimolyotnoye vidyenye...

Er... what?

You stood before me like a momentary vision.

Did I?

Sir. He is remembering the very first time he...

Had a bunk-up?

No, sir! No?

No, sir.

The first time... he met this enchantingly lovely young lady Anna.

Now that he has met her again, his heart is...

Sorry, sir.

Tosh!

Sir.

Caterpillar tracks, Francis. Artillery ranges. Calibrations.

Each sort of shooter. Tanks.

Those are the words you need in this office - military words.

Not... mush.

Yes, sir.

"Enchantingly lovely young lady" - is that what you said?

What's that, Johnny?

Francis - obsessed with pretty young ladies.

But, sir, I...

Jolly good. Nice fluffy things.

If you want to masturbate, do it at lunchtime!

Sir! Permission to speak, sir!

No. Sir, I must p-p-p... Sir, this is not...

Sir.

♪ Frankie Vaughan: The Garden Of Eden

♪ When you walk in the garden

..in the Garden of Eden...

.. with a beautiful woman...

.. and you know how you care ♪

♪ And a voice in the garden...

..in the Garden of Eden...

.. tells you she is forbidden...

.. can you leave her there? ♪

♪ When you're yearning for loving

.. and she touches your hand

.. and your heart starts a-pounding

.. and you're feeling so grand ♪

♪ Can you leave her to heaven...

.. and obey the command...

.. can you walk from the garden

.. does your heart understand? ♪

♪ When you walk in the garden...

..in the Garden of Eden...

.. with a beautiful woman...

.. and you know how you care? ♪

♪ And a voice in the garden...

..in the Garden of Eden...

.. tells you she is forbidden...

.. can you leave her there? ♪

Have you located a lodging? A place to dream?

Yes, sir. Suitable?

With my relatives in Walham Green.

Walham what? Fulham, sir.

Relatives, you say? My mother's sister, sir. She...

Good. Good, good, good, good, good.

Sir.

This afternoon, take yourself off there -...

.. if you can find it (!) Yes, sir.

Settle in, stow your kit, wash behind your ears,

.. stand close to the razor, forget your Pushkin...

.. and present yourself here in sober clothes at 0850 am, on the bloody dot!

Yes, sir. Then Private Hopper -...

.. who has the misfortune of being demobilised -... Don't smirk!

No, sir.

Where that smirking oaf will begin in his dozy way...

..to hand over his duties to you. And then, who knows?

You may get a glimmering of what it is we are up to in this little room.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Toddle off, then.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

You can go and look for it, can't you?

Sir?

That wonderful moment.

See, that's all you do. Good, innit?

I haven't made it up yet, but it's a nice piece of furniture. Had it a long time.

It's... splendid, Aunt Vickie.

It's where your mum and dad started their honeymoon,

.. if that's what you could call it. Really?

It's sagged a bit in the middle ever since!

Should be all right, though.

Yes, thank you.

Nothing wrong with the springs.

Nice Put-U-Up. It's splendid!

You might 'ave been first thought of on this...

If you'll show me where the sheets..

I wouldn't be surprised if, Jan... No, bit later, but not much!

Still, this is where they had their first go, innit?

As far as we know!

How is your mum, anyway? Buried down there in the back of beyond.

Oh, she's... yeah, she's splendid.

Splen-did. I mean...

My gawd, she's changed, then - must 'ave.

She's very well!

Splendid's what you call an 'otel, innit? At the seaside.

I mean, yeah, she's all right. Well, except for her feet, she says.

Her feet?

When she cut herself on that milk bottle. It...

Milk bottle? I haven't heard of this!

Er... Frank, no!

What? Oh, I remember now! That was months ago, she wrote and said.

Don't slam the door, young woman!

SLAMS And up yours, too!

Noise, noise - you must love it!

Kiss mine!

She shouldn't've gone out in her bare feet.

But that was a long time ago...

Aunt Vickie, who was that?

Who was what?

That... girl.

Aunt Vickie?

She used to be a very good dancer, your mum, very good.

All the blokes standing against the wall, you know, looking and sniffing

Who was that...

All eyes. You know what they're like, young men.

When she was dancing, your mum...

My Gawd! Talk about Grace Kelly and, who's it, Prince...

Aunt Vickie, who was that?

What? That girl!

What girl?

Going up the stairs, just now. The one who... THAT GIRL!

I didn't see nobody.

What?

And even if I did, I don't talk to her. Waste of bloody breath.

But... Might just as well talk to a bitch on heat, the cow!

We don't have nuffink to do with her. Not no more.

But, why? I mean, why?

What d'you mean, "Why"?

Well, I... She lives upstairs, doesn't she?

Why d'you wanna know?

Doesn't she?

Your Uncle Fred won't want you asking about Sylvia. He'll be...

Sylvia!

What? Is-is that her name, then? Sylvia?

Common as muck.

(Sssylviahh!)

What you looking like that for?

Who is Sylvia? What is she?

BUDGIE CHIRPS

Your mum used to look like that... sometimes.

Sorry? Soppy.

What do you mean? And look what happened to her!

Aunt Vickie!

See somebody who takes your fancy, and end up miles from home with a...

Anyway, we don't talk to 'er upstairs. Not no more.

But, why?

Some words you just don't...

.. and your Uncle Fred is a very upright man.

Being neighbours is one thing. We had words, her and me,

.. about the noise... upstairs. Talk about an 'erd of elephants!

We had words, and then she was bloody cheeky to your uncle.

Sauce!

We don't talk now.

But what was it all about?

Anyway, what's all this about our Betty's foot?

Didn't it heal up proper, or what?

I wouldn't pass the time of day with her. And I get on with most.

I bet you're ready for a nice cup of tea, aren't ya?

(I'd to talk to her.)

What's that, Frank?

I... Yeah, cup of tea.

Interested in her, are ya?

No! No, I... I was just...

It's not a good idea.

No, no, no. I, I just...

If she's upstairs and uses the same front door and...

Hard as nails, her bloke. Nasty little bugger,

.. and's a bit of a mystery.

In what way?

He's a spy.

A what? Leastways, that's one of his tales.

I wouldn't tangle with him, not if I was you.

I wasn't proposing to.

CHIRPS

RECORD PLAYS

♪ Told me you were going out... ♪

There! You see!

Yeah, but it's a nice song, though, sort of.

♪ You came back and man oh man... ♪

KNOCKING

♪ Lipstick on your collar

♪ Bet your bottom dollar You and I are through

♪ Cos lipstick on your collar (HUMS)

BANGING

Oh, shut up!

We shall be glad to have you here, Frank.

SLURPS TEA

Thank you, Uncle Fred.

Bit of educated conversation.

Well, I dunno about that!

It's what I don't get. It's what I miss.

Oh-ho, thanks very much!

See what I mean?

Mmm.

I talk to that bird sometimes. Did you know that, Frank? I talk to...

DOOR SLAMS

Here I am, sweetheart! NORWICH!

SIGHS

Now, why does he do that? Every bloody time he comes home!

It's enough to put you off your tea.

Noisy sods!

Language!

Yeah, well. They should go back there, shouldn't they?

What? Norwich.

SNIGGERS

Frank, what's the...

It's you!

What you say, you daft pudding!

What?

It's dirty, innit?

Dirty? What d'you mean?

"Nickers Off Ready When I Come Home." It's childish, innit?

You hear it in the Army - see it, I mean. N-O-R-W-I-C-H.

Some blokes write it on the envelope when they write... to girlfriends...

..a-and SWALK - Sealed With A Loving Kiss, or...

That's enough!

Pardon?

I don't want filth with my food, thank you very much!

You are the best, Sylvie.

You are the best-looking bint I've seen all day, Sylvia.

Don't say that! Well, it's true.

Bint! Don't say that!

Ooops. Sor-ry.

What's the matter? I'm not a bint!

No, but what's the matter?

Not now, Peter - you smell of beer.

I've had one pint, just one.

I'm tired, that's all.

Tired! Fed up.

What with? This place, for a start.

Look, I've seen worse! And them downstairs.

They're nothing!

And my job!

It's easy, innit?

Standing with a bloody torch on Saturday night gets on your wick!

Oh, Christ! You're a moaner! And you're getting worse!

The tea.

Are you showing off again, Sylvia?

Sylvia?

When I shaggin' well ask something,

..you better shaggin' well answer! I'm talking to you!

D'you want your supper or not? Sod the shaggin' supper!

Suits me! Listen here,

You little tart!

You... cheap... little...

Yeah, I must be cheap, cos I got no bleedin' money, 'ave I?

P'raps I'll start charging for it! What d'you think?

"I remember the wonderful moment,

.. when before me first she stood."

You tease! Don't you tease me! Don't tease me, Sylvia!

CRIES

Come on, you tart, now come on!

THUDDING

Get off!

There'll be more where that came from, my girl!

Come 'ere!

Come back, you bitch! Stupid!

No! Don't be so daft!

CRIES

SOBS

Sylvia, for Christ's sake!

You soddin' bully!

Shhh! D'you wanna wake that mad bugger down the stairs?

Hit me again, that's all! Hit me once more...

Oh, come on, chick, come on.

It weren't that hard. ↑

Hey, come on, chick, come on. I-I didn't mean it like that.

You're a bully, Pete!

Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Watch that bloody fist of yours, or you'll kill me one day!

But why d'you do it, Pete? Why?

It's cos I love you, that's why.

Funny way of showing it.

Shut up!

Shut up... Shut up.

GROANS

Oh, you bugger!

Yeah!

DOOR SLAMS

THINKS: 'I know that voice!'

SOLDIER!

BED SQUEAKS RHYTHMICALLY

♪ Frankie Vaughan: Green Door

♪ Midnight ..one more night without sleepin'

♪ Watchin' Till the morning comes creepin'

♪ Green door

♪ What's that secret you're keepin'?

♪ There's an old piana

.. and it's playing hot

.. behind the green door ♪

♪ Don't know what they're doing

.. but they laugh a lot

.. behind the green door

♪ Wish they'd let me in

..so I could find out what's behind the green door!

♪ Knocked once

.. tried to tell them I've been there

♪ Door slammed

.. hospitality's thin there

♪ Wonder Just what's going on in there. ♪