All language subtitles for The Hill (1965)_Eng

Staff! Man fainted!

Morning, sir. Heat exhaustion.

We're expecting a new lot of prisoners in,
aren't we?

I've five listed, sir,
but we can get a lot more.

Can we?
The new push has started.

Soon as there‘s a bit of action, the bloody
layabouts are begging to get in here.

I've a special coming in, sir,
a broken sergeant major.

What, Roberts? So they found him guilty?

Wasn't no doubt about that,
was there, sir?

I suppose not.
I want him fit, sir.

If he's fit, you'll get
him, Sergeant Major.

I want him, sir.

One, two, three, four. One, two...

Morning, Harris.
Morning, sir.

You the new staff?
Yes, sir.

Name, Staff?
Staff Williams, sir.

Staff!
Sir.

You gonna keep them line dodgers
idling all day?

Sir. Attention!

Worked in the civvy jails, haven't you?
Yes, sir.

And Aldershot?
Yes, sir.

Why give up the comforts of civvy life?

I wanted overseas, sir.
Jerry bombed the scrubs. Is that right?

Yes, sir.
Then you'll like it here.

Nice and peaceful, isn't it, Staff Harris?

I'll do my job anywhere I'm sent, sir.

Enjoy prison work?

Fancy I'm the right man for the job, sir.
Do you?

Staff Harris here don‘t reckon himself
as a man with a mission.

Is that right, Harris?
Well, there‘s other jobs.

They can still use men up front, sir.

Then why the hell
didn't you join the commandos?

No, all I meant was...

I've done 25 years. Where the hell
do you think I'd like to be, right now?

Nobody‘s gonna pin a medal on us,
but get this straight,

one job's as important as the next.

Is that clear?
Sir.

Two prisoners for release, sir!

Double them over here!
Pick ‘em up there!

Left, right, right turn,

left, right, left, right, left, right.
Mark time!

Carry on, Gate.
Sir.

About turn. Right turn.

Keep them knees up. Keep them up.
Halt! One, one, two.

Right. Let‘s have your names. You?

743, Walters, sir.
Put your kit bag down. You?

158, Martin, sir.
Put your kit down.

Due for release, eh?
Yes, sir.

What were you in for, Martin?
Went absent, sir.

You, Walters?
Went absent, sir.

Be going absent again?

No, sir.
No, sir.

When they came to me,
they were on the run.

Living it up in Cairo, wasn't it?
Yes, sir.

Living with a couple of cabaret bints.

Very tough they was,
considering they was pimps.

Wasn't going to do nothing I told them,
was you? Well, speak up.

We sort of thought like that, sir.

Any complaints about any members
of my staff?

No, sir.
Glad of that.

We‘ve treated you well,
better than you deserve.

You look better and you smell sweeter.
Gave you both hell, didn't I?

No, sir.
Could have been worse, sir.

Who told you to make a speech?
You know why I made you suffer?

To find out if there‘s any good in you.

You hurt yourself, lads, trying to beat me.

You take the hill, the pack drill, the lot,
and learn about discipline the hard way.

I've doubled in thousands like you, the
dregs, the dross, the filth of the gutters.

But when I've doubled them out,
they've turned out like you two, like men.

And a credit to the uniform.
Right, pick up your kits.

About turn!

Double march. Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right, left, right.

On the double!

Staff.
Sir.

You got room in B Wing for five prisoners?

Yes, sir.
All in one cell. Fix it.

Sir, I will.
New scum and old scum are bad mixers.

I'll assign Staff Williams to you, Harris.

He can cut his teeth on this new lot.

Left, right, left, right,
right wheel, mark time.

Fix it.
Sir.

Halt!

A new intake of prisoners, sir.
Sweat them down.

Double them before you give them to me.

Sir. Double march.

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right.

I'm a fair man, Staff.
All I ask is that the

prisoners obey orders
and at the double.

Your job is to see that they do.
Yes, sir.

Every member of my staffs
got my full backing.

There‘s the Commandant, of course.
The Commandant signs bits of paper.

He'd sign his own death warrant if I
handed it to him, but I run this place.

Get that? The Commandant doesn't like
being troubled with trivialities.

So only take up serious matters with him,
Staff. Like arson or sudden death.

But see me first, always.

Left turn!

Left, right, left, right, mark time. Halt!

Take over, Staff.
Sir!

Pick up your dressing.
Come on, look lively!

Stand still! All right, turn out your kit.

Tidy it up. Tidy it up. Tidy it up.

Tidy it up. Tidy it up.

Tidy it up.

Stand still!

Sir, that‘s my...
You will get a receipt.

Love letters.
Please, sir, they are my wife's.

Tell it to the Sergeant Major.

Those letters, sir.
Please, they're my wife's.

I'll tell you when to speak.

So that‘s the way
your bloody mind works, is it?

Thought you'd contaminate His Majesty's
prison with fornicating pictures, did you?

Sir?

Thought we'd let you keep them
for pinups, I suppose.

You dirty-minded animal.

Staff, what‘s this?
Tell it to the Sergeant Major.

Sergeant Major.
Shut up.

Staff. Right, let‘s have your names.

You?
132, Private McGrath, sir.

You?
736, Private King, sir.

929, Private Stevens, sir.

You?
824, Private Bartlett, sir.

421, Trooper Roberts, sir.

You‘re Roberts, eh?
Yes, sir.

My guess is Willie, sir. He is my pal.
I bet he put those postcards in my kit.

He planted them on you?

That‘s Willie, sir.
Always dropping me in it.

Your charge sheet says you stole
three bottles of whiskey

from the sergeants‘ mess.

Funny you weren't charged
with being drunk, too.

My unlucky day, sir.
I make the jokes here.

When you've served your sentence,
you'll be arrested at the gates

and charged with having
in your possession obscene photographs.

Now you can start laughing. Watch it!
Watch it.

You stole 10 motor vehicle tires?
Yes, sir.

What did you do with them?
Well, I flogged them, sir.

To the enemy?
No, to the wogs.

And what do you call them, your little
friends? Sold them guns, too, have you?

No, sir.
You would if you had a chance.

How many times
have you been inside now?

Nine, sir.

Just be about due for your pension, eh?
When did you last see action?

Action, sir? Let rne see...
You‘ve never seen any.

Well, I never quite got round to it, sir.
No. You didn't, did you?

It's the luck of the game, sir.
Bartlett.

Let me tell you

that the front line is going to be
a damn sight more comfortable than here.

Understand?

You‘re a fighting man, McGrath?
Yes, sir.

Yeah, I see. You assaulted three members
of the Corps of Military Police.

Yes, sir.
Seen any other action, apart from that?

If you‘re asking if I'm a coward, sir...
I'll soon have the answer to that.

Well, I didn't flog tires to the enemy, or
sell dirty postcards on the streets of Cairo.

No, you got boozed up
and tried to obstruct the police.

I don‘t need a drink before I...
Your kind always need a drink.

McGrath, I've a dozen like you inside here.

They all came in here thinking
they were going to run this place.

I've just doubled a couple of them out.

Went absent, Stevens?
Yes, sir.

Didn’t fancy the sound of gunfire?
It wasn't that, sir. I was...

Tried to stow away on a boat
leaving for England.

No, I was trying to get home.
You see, sir, it was because...

Not very smart of you, Stevens.

The smart thing to do is to go
to the airport. Give a Yank 20 quid,

and he'd fly you to Hong Kong
if you wanted it.

No, it was home I wanted, sir.
Missing you wife, Stevens?

Yes. Yes, sir.

Every man who wanted a cuddle

and a little bit of loving kindness
took off for England,

there wouldn't be any bloody army
left over here now, would there?

No, sir.
You‘re out of place here, Stevens.

Obey orders. Get out as soon as you can.

Thank you, sir.

Roberts?
Sir.

Your commanding officer gave you
an order. He ordered you to fight.

So you knocked his teeth out.
Is that right?

Yes, sir.

Is that all you got to say?

Sir, it's all I want to say.

See that hill?
I noticed it as I came in.

We built it special.

A few tons of sand and rock and a lot of
labor and sweat. The prisoners built it.

Well, that‘s marvelous, sir.
It's a great construction feat.

Something tells me
you‘re going to get to know it well.

I don‘t want any special privileges.
It gets hot on that hill. Hot.

I fancy I saw snow on the top
when I came in.

You're dead set on having a go at it,
aren't you?

No, I can do without it, sir,
but I think you‘ve got other plans for me.

King.
Sir.

Would you like to drill with these men?

Anything you order I can do, sir.

Pity I won't see it.
You can't drill with them. You're black.

I already know that, sir. I only
take notice of one thing. The book.

King's Rules and Regulations lay it down
in black and white that Hottentots,

bosutos, voodoo boys and sons of
witch doctors do their square-bashing

separate and away from white men.

I'm a British subject from the
West Indies. You‘re black.

That makes me happy
when I see some white men, sir.

Don‘t answer back,
you different-colored bastard.

Man, I spit.

Staff.
Sir!

Over here. See if the M.O.‘s ready
to inspect these men.

Sir!

So you‘re a British subject, eh?
Yes.

Yes, what?
Yes, sir.

Then you have equal privileges.

You can drill with these men,

and you can dance
over that hill with them.

Be my pleasure, sir.

Six prisoners present and correct, sir!

Forty-six prisoners, correct, sir!

Sixteen prisoners present and correct, sir!

Fifteen prisoners present and correct, sir!

Eighteen prisoners
all present and correct, sir!

Five new prisoners
all present and correct, sir!

Eighteen prisoners
all present and correct, sir!

Now, if any of you are excused boots, pack
drill, breathing, have six toes, two heads

or a dose of the clap,

are pigeon-chested, walleyed or
still have to be breast fed, speak up now.

That‘s my set piece
and it always gets a laugh.

Ready for medical inspection, sir.
King, fall out.

Double over to the M.O.‘s room. Left,
right, left, right, left, right, left.

So you‘re the busted sergeant major,
are you?

I'll bet your boys loved you.
How many of them died for you, Roberts?

Some of them died fighting.

Don‘t give rne the big hero stuff.

You got busted for cowardice, cowardice!
Eyes front!

Not a swatty in the Middle East
who's not heard about you.

What are you supposed to be?
A brave man in a permanent base job?

Next!

Stevens, fall out and double away,
will you?

Left, right, left, right, get those knees
up, will you? Get them up, up, up!

Medical inspection.

Man, the only place
that crazy doctor inspected...

No talking.

How he gonna know I;m A-1
by only just looking at my secret weapon?

I told you no talking!

King, Roberts, you‘re on charge.

Hey, Staff, he didn't speak.
Don‘t answer back.

But, Staff, you charge me.
That man ain‘t speak.

King, you‘re a dead cert for bread
and water if you don‘t stop flapping

that big trap of yours.

I told you, Staff. He didn't speak.
Why don't you shut up?

All right, McGrath!

Well, I don‘t want them two
dropping me in it.

Next, Staff.
Yes, sir!

All right, McGrath, fall out.
What the hell are you doing, Stevens?

Now cut out this bashful virgin act.

Double it up! Left, right, left, right!

Halt!

Now you two had a great time
of it with the Sergeant Major,

but I'm taking care
of your welfare from now on.

I'll tell you here and now.
I hate the bloody sight of the pair of you.

Next, Staff!
Sir! Bartlett, fall out and double over.

All right, move, move, move!

Get your knees up. Get them up.

One of these shy lads, are you, Stevens?

Well?

Well...
Well?

I was...
You what?

One of these cads who can't make up
his mind whether he's a boy or a girl?

I'm married, sir.
Are you now?

And who's who in your little partnership?

We don‘t have to be treated like that,
do we? I mean...

Eyes front!
We‘re not animals.

Haven't made up my mind
whether you're fish or fowl yet, Stevens.

Staff!
Sir.

I want this one scrubbed
with a yard broom.

He‘s blacker than a darkie!
Sir!

Next, Staff!
Roberts, double!

Move it!
Halt!

Hat off! Inside!

This is Roberts, sir.
Take your shirt off.

Any serious illnesses?
Do you mean recently, sir?

Anytime.

Smoker's cough.

Drop your trousers.

Anything else?
Like what?

Any recent in-capacities? Well, I
wouldn't brag about it if I had, sir.

Roberts, in this place, it pays to give
a plain answer to a simple question.

Try learning that golden rule.

Turn around.

Right, get dressed.

Then I'm fit, sir?
Yes.

Where are you sending me,
to a stud farm?

Roberts, I give you one week,
just one week. Now get out.

Right now.
Yes, sir.

About turn. Forward march.
Left, right, left, right.

Attention! Stand at ease!
Attention! Stand at ease!

Attention! Stand at ease! Attention!

Staff!
Sir.

I suggest you take the prisoners
on a short excursion.

Sir.
To the hill, Staff.

Suggest you take them to the hill.
Let them walk round it.

Inspect it at their leisure.

Then take them up and down it,
say half a dozen times. No more.

Just half a dozen times.
But not Roberts, Staff.

Not Roberts, sir?
Not Roberts.

Give him half an hour. That's plenty.
Just half an hour.

Carry on, Staff.
Sir.

Detail, pick up your kits.
Move, move, move!

Stand still!

Roberts! You‘re idle on parade.
You‘re on another charge.

Remainder, three paces forward, march!

Left turn! By the front, quick march!

Left, right, left, right, left, right!

You‘re a clever bag of tricks,
you are, Roberts.

Not inside glasshouse half an hour
and you use your bloody influence

to get us a ride on the hill.

Aye. I'll bet there's one Saturday night
booze-up your father's always regretted.

Roberts, are you listening to me?

The ride on the hill leaves any marks
on me, I'll leave a bloody few on you.

Left turn! Stand still!

The hill.

Right turn!

By the front, double march!
Left, right, left, right, left wheel!

Left, right, left. Left, right, left,
right, left. Pick up your step!

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left wheel!

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left wheel!

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left wheel!

Detail, halt! Stand still!

Left turn!

This is the north face, gentlemen.
I mean, ladies and gentlemen. Still!

On a clear day you can see Mother India.
Still patches of snow on the top, Roberts?

Damn funny hill.
Nothing seems to grow on it.

It's full of surprises.

The only thing that‘s been known
to grow on that hill is soldiers.

They grow weary!

Now we‘re going to double up it.
By the right! Double march!

About turn!

Double!

About turn!

About turn!

About turn!

Double! Double!

Move it!

Come on. Move it.

Move it.

Stand still. Come on, get fell in.

Pick up your dressing. Stand still!

All right, detail, stand at ease!
Not you, Roberts.

Now take your towels out.
Not you, Roberts.

You‘re gonna continue doubling, Roberts.

About turn!

Double march!

Take them away, Staff.
Left incline. Double march!

Come on, get your knees up.
Left, right, left, right. Halt!

Right. Get your clothes off. Get in.

Double!

Double!

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left turn!

Halt! Left turn!

Right, change clothes and lay out your kit,
and be smart about it.

N: filthy.

Double.
That‘s enough, Staff.

Yes, sir.
Walk him.

Or lift him.
Put him in the shade and rest him.

My picture got wet. That‘s my wife.

And she looks like a very nice girl.
She is. Jean. That‘s her name.

Looks too good for you, Stevens.
Give us a dekko.

Now go careful. It's still wet.

Lord! I wouldn't mind
half an hour with her, eh?

Come on. Give it.
Hold on. Just wanna have a shifty.

What's her legs like? Can't see her legs.

No, come on, give it to me.

What‘s she got stuck up her jumper?

Oh, come on.
Couple of barrage balloons, eh?

She's not a bad old piece, is she?

Give the photo back.
All right. All right.

From out here, it sounds like a
monkey house, looks like a monkey house,

smells like a monkey house.
Didn’t I tell you to smarten it up?

All right, get your mess tins
and get in the line.

Come on. Put a move on. Move it!

Or by Stephen, you'll suffer.

Come on, come on, come on.

Left turn!

Left! Double march! Left, left, left.
Left wheel.

Right wheel. Key, Staff. Mark time!

What about my grub, then?

Nails, lad! Come on, hold your nails out.

Ration correct?
Bread‘s a bit short, sir.

Weigh it.

It's overweight. Cut a bit off.

Correct? Correct?
Yes, sir.

Come on, get those knees up.

Up, come on! Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left. Come on!

Staff, I'll see to them.

Well, what about my grub?

You missed it, didn't you?

Like that hill, Roberts?

Roberts, the court martial broke you,

but I'm going to finish the job.
I'm gonna bust you wide open.

I've got your number.

You'd work as a dustman
if they gave you a uniform

and a couple of men to yell at.

Do you think that‘s funny?
Well, no.

I'll teach you.
But everybody else...

Get into your kit!

Move it! I'll teach you.
And that goes for the rest of you.

Move it! I said double outside.

Mark time.

Fall out!

You dropped that little lad right in it,
didn't you, Roberts?

Yeah, and we‘re going to be next
if he don‘t keep his big trap shut.

Don‘t make things worse
than they are, Roberts.

Look, he wants me.

He wants you
‘cause you‘re the wrong color.

The rest of you
he doesn't find all that interesting yet.

But he'll have you just the same.

The RSM likes making toy soldiers.
Williams likes breaking them.

Now, you all work out
what you‘re gonna do about it.

Maybe you‘re right,
but keep your big mouth shut

and don‘t give him
too many opportunities.

How come you put one on your officer,
Roberts?

He asked for it.
For ordering you up the line, you mean?

For ordering rne up the line.
Wasn‘t very considerate, was he?

Should have ordered you to a rest home.
I'd have volunteered for that.

You know, there‘s a yarn going round
that you beat up your officer

and then ordered your lads out of line.

Is that the story?
That‘s what I heard.

It's true I stuck it on him.
Why, Roberts?

Oh, you'll read all about it
when I write my memoirs.

How Joe Roberts saw action one day
and didn't fancy a second basin?

Well, I'll try and make it read
a bit better than that.

How‘s this?

Half the regiment wiped out, but not
gallant Sergeant Major Joe Roberts.

I couldn't have that. You see, I
was clue a week's leave in Cairo.

The lads who'd gone in,
any of them still alive, Roberts?

Any of them still alive, Roberts?
I am.

Now that‘s all for now. Leave him.

There‘ll be no more fighting.
Ain‘t we in trouble enough already?

So chuck this in.

All right. I'll find a quiet
corner to finish the job off.

McGrath, you try that again
and I'll kill you.

Williams is gunning for you.
Maybe I'll just leave it to him.

You‘re a real thick-nut soldier.

You'd shoot up kids in the next street
if you was ordered to.

Look, I told you to chuck it in, man.
Chuck it in.

Staff!

Watch it.

I hope you lot can put up
a better show than that.

Well, who knocked you about, Roberts?
I bumped into the wall.

Who was it?

Like he said, Staff. Bumped into the wall.

Well, if you keep bumping into walls,
Roberts, let me know who's pushing you.

I won‘t stand for any punch-up artists,
McGrath.

Aye, Staff.

Right, into your kit, the lot of you.

Well, move it! Get Stevens up.
Yes, Staff.

Oh, no. Please. He‘s in no
fit state for a second helping.

Fall in outside! At the double.

Get in line!

The Sergeant Major fancies he has
the patent on how to make soldiers.

I'm gonna prove to him and to you lot
that I've got it, as well.

Eyes front! Left turn! By the front.
Double march.

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right.

Halt! Stand still! Right turn! Go!
Come on out of it, you four.

Go on, move! Buckets of water.
Move! Come on! Move it out!

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Detail, by the right, double march!

Staff, man fainted!

Right, up you go.

Double. Roberts, move it!

Staff, take over!

Fill them up again.

Come in. Hello, Charlie.

Hello, Bert.

Sweetie?
Thanks.

Thought you ought to know, Bert,

Williams has got all the mob
from Cell 8 on the hill.

Has he?

Including the lad he had on it a while ago.

Well?

I don‘t think the lad‘s up to it, Bert.

I bet you were good to your mother and
I know you are too good to the prisoners.

Getting idle your men are.

Next thing you'll be having them
in the mess for a Saturday booze-up.

You think I'm losing my touch?
Losing your touch, Bert.

Twenty-five years service in, you'd think
you'd know your job. And you do.

You think you can make soldiers
out of muck and you can.

You‘ve got an easy way with you, Charlie,
but don‘t come the old soldier with me.

Stevens is A-1 fit for punishment.

Bert, honest, he doesn't look
that way right now, look.

It's herein black and white.
The M.O. passed him fit. Now get out,

or I'll have you doubling
with your little mates.

Not over that hill.

Even you wouldn't get me
over that hill, eh?

Water, over here.

Bartlett, on your feet, lad! Double.
You, douse him.

Roberts, on your feet, lad, double!

On your feet and double!

Douse him.

Staff, he‘s crazy.
I said douse him!

All right, you bastards, fall in.

Move it!

Stand tall!

Right turn! Forward turn!

By the front! Double march!
Left, right, left, right, left wheel!

Left, right, left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right.

Obeying orders, don‘t beat me.

Mark time! Thank you, Staff.

Forward march! Right wheel!

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right.

Carry on, Staff.

Sta ff?
Sta ff.

Thought you might like a nightcap, sir.

Good night, sir.
Good night.

Staff, Staff, Staff, it's me.
It's Jacko, Staff.

Staff, it's Jacko. Yeah, it's Jacko, Staff.

I'm still up on my feet.
Staff, Staff, it's Jacko.

The different-colored bastard. Staff.

You wanna take me out again, Staff?

You can't beat Jacko, Staff.

No. Oh, no.
No, no man can beat Jacko, Staff.

No man can beat Jacko, Staff.
No man can beat Jacko, Staff.

Darkie, go to your bed.
Darkie?

Okay. Okay.

All right, I'm ready for another basin.
Oh, get into your bed.

Who are you shouting orders at?
I can do it again.

Anytime. Williams won‘t beat me.

You sand-happy bastards, it's night.

That‘s not the sun. That‘s a Gestapo lamp.

Get your kits off.

Give him a hand.

Come on, let‘s have it off.

Steady.
Careful.

Straps are like bleeding knives.
I'll get your shirt off.

Stevens, here.

Okay?

There you go.

Look at Monty.
Hey, you're a wise boy, aren't you?

All these wogs are a load of cobblers.

Monty, the screw‘ll put you over the hill
if he catches you smoking.

And it's Commandant‘s inspection today.

Three hours standing, too,
instead of doubling.

Some rest. All day long in the blazing sun.

I'll tell you one thing. They won‘t fault
my equipment. It‘s perfect.

Yeah, but Stevens can't go on parade
with his kit like this.

Well, he'll get the stick for it, then,
won't he?

A Section, all present and correct, Staff!

B Section, all present and correct, Staff!

C Section, all present and correct, Staff!
D Section, all present and correct, Staff!

A Company, all present and correct, Staff!
B Company, all present and correct, Staff!

A Wing, all present and correct, sir!
Carry on, Staff.

B Wing, all present and correct, sir.
Carry on, Staff.

Stand still! Stand still!

Staff, stand the prisoners at ease!

A Wing, stand at ease!

B Wing, stand at ease!

Five minutes rest. Half
an hour's attention.

Don't half crease
you, doesn't it?

We are all doing time, even the screws.

All prisoners present and correct, sir.

Front rank, one pace forward, march!

Stevens. Your kit's a blinding wonder, lad.
You'll have RSM jealous.

White wash.
White wash!

White wash! One pace forward, march!

Left turn!
What did you clean your kit with, lad?

White wash, Staff.

The Commandant knows you used
white wash. The RSM knows. I know.

But you don‘t have to be a dozy
and own up to it.

Double march! Take over, Staff!

Left wheel!

Left, left, left, right, left. Left.

White wash, Roberts. You‘re too clever,
Roberts, that‘s your trouble.

Stevens‘ kit was dirty, Mac.
He was bound to get some stick anyway.

He‘s still too clever, Jacko.
Too damn clever by half.

When it dries out,
look as good as new, lad. Better.

Broken the King's heart if the RSM
phoned him and told him you'd been

defacing his walls.

Would it, Staff?

Son, you shouldn't be in here, you know.
You shouldn't even be in the army.

We‘d a queer in here a few weeks back
I'm not queer!

I know you‘re not.
Why don‘t you listen, eh?

That nanny had a way with her.
She sang and she laughed all day.

Put her over the hill
and she went into a dance routine.

Better than those belly dancers
in the cabarets, isn't it?

She wasn't any stronger than you,
but she knew how to survive,

and that‘s what you‘ve got to learn
in this army.

You‘ve got to learn how to, you know...

How to survive, eh?

Seem to have smartened up
the prisoners from Cell 8, Staff.

Thank you, sir.

And what about Stevens, eh?

Yes, sir. I missed that, sir.
Didn’t think Stevens would try it on, sir.

He wouldn't. Somebody put him up to it.

I'll take them all out, sir,
and we‘ll find the right man.

Oh, Christ!

You've knocked the rocks over,
haven't you, lad? Pick them up again.

Very pretty, Roberts. Very pretty.

Roberts.

Cut it off! Cut it off!

King, double.

Right, King, you‘re on a charge.
I said double!

All right, Bartlett, up you go, lad.

Oh, yeah.

I don‘t think I'll be able to do this,
Staff. Of course you will, lad. Come along.

Well, you'll have to excuse me if I can't.

No. No. No.
Get up it, Bartlett.

Come on, Bartlett, let‘s
have you get up it.

You see, Staff,
I'm kinda not built for this sort of...

Get up it, Bartlett!
...thing, Staff.

Bartlett, get up it!
I can't, Staff.

Get up it, Bartlett!
I'm fat!

I'm fat.

Get up it!
You all know, don‘t you?

Halt! Still! Left turn!

Stevens, you‘re a dead bloody loss.

Put it on.

Hurry it up!

Double march!

I only wanted to go home.

I can't stand any more.

I can't take any more.

God help me.
Will you shut up?

Lay off.

Well, if he goes on like that,
we‘ll have the padre in next,

thinking he‘s got a new customer.

He can't take that hill.

Stevens.
No...

Stevens.
I don‘t want to do any more.

I just want... I just want to lay down.

Listen, Roberts, if he goes...

If he‘s sick, he goes on sick parade.

Or you get a screw‘s permission
to bed him down.

Yeah, you‘re not dropping us in it again.
That‘s right, Joe.

Staff! Staff, we‘ve got a sick man in here.

All right! That‘s enough.

Williams has had him on the hill,
now you get the vet.

Staff.

I want out from these lunatics, Staff.

Bed the lad down, Roberts.

You want something, Staff?

Yes. I'd like a word with you.

This is my cell. I'm responsible here.
I'm not, thank God.

Then leave it to me.
You‘ve got a sick man in here.

I can deal with it.
I've given instructions to bed him down.

If you don‘t get out sharp, Staff,

I'll put you on report and let the RSM
decide what‘s right or not.

Sol can organize something,
a visit from the M.O.

We‘ll see what he‘s got to say.

McGrath, what‘s wrong with him?

I'm not a vet, Staff.

Right, get your towels.

You‘ve all had a busy time,
so I'm putting you under the showers

to sweeten you up and smarten you up.

We‘re taking Stevens with us.

Yes, Staff.
Thank you very much indeed, Staff.

Well get him on his feet.
Get him up, Bartlett!

Yes, Staff.

Come on, Staff wants you up.

No, no, please.
Staff wants you upsy-daisy.

On your feet!
He‘s in no fit state to walk.

So he‘s in a terrible way, is he?
We‘ll soon see.

Double over here, Stevens.

Please, Joe, make him leave rne alone.

Please help me.

I can't take any more. I can't.
It‘s all right.

Okay, Stevens.

Very touching.

I'll get the preacher into you two
and get you married.

Right, double outside. Outside!

Drag that fairy out.

If I'd known you were on your honeymoon,
I'd have had you in a separate cell.

I don‘t hold with one of my staff
complaining about a brother officer.

Listen, Bert, if Williams cripples Stevens,
you'll take the can back, not Williams.

You telling me again
how to run this place?

If I have any more complaints out of you,
I'll have you posted.

Sir, I suggest you let the M.O. decide

whether or not
Stevens is fit for punishment.

I make the decisions, me.

I'll see if he‘s fit or not. Now, get out!

Come on, Stevens, come on.
Come on, there.

All right, McGrath.

Not that one.
What?

That turns on the gas.

Quiet!

What‘s this I hear about Stevens,
Mr. Wilson?

Nothing to worry about, sir.

Well, Staff Harris told me...
Harris? He‘s like a dream walking.

If Stevens was sick he'd be here,
wouldn't he now?

Oh, yes, I suppose so.

Well, since I'm here, I'd better see him.

I don‘t know my job, sir?
Think I don‘t know what‘s going on?

I never said that.

I know what Staff Williams is doing.
Staff Harris told me...

Harris!

He‘s sand-happy-

I'm still in charge here, sir.

I want to see Stevens.

You‘ve seen him, sir.

What do you mean?

You passed him fit,
fit for duty and punishment.

The hill, Sergeant Major, if one
of the staff overdoes the good work...

I could take it, sir.
Any fit man could take it, sir.

Yes, well, as you say, if he were sick
he'd be here, wouldn't he? Yes.

God, it's hot. It's like an oven in here.

Lights out five minutes!
Still no sign of the M.O., eh?

Lights out five minutes!
No.

Lights out five minutes!

He looks better.
Yeah.

Five minutes.
Maybe Harris will get the vet tomorrow.

It's a laugh.

Lights out five minutes.
What is?

All we ever get in this dump
is medicine and duties.

One lunatic, you know, in Tunisia...

That was a right nick, that was.
He made his blankets

up into a kind of nest, you see,

and he sat there all night
in the middle of them going,

"Cuckoo, cuckoo," all night long.

He was trying to work his ticket.
No. He was around the bend.

He'd been frightened by a hand grenade,
I think.

Anyway, the screw got the vet in, you see,

and you know what
the vet recommended?

Medicine and duty.
Medicine and duty.

Anyway, the vet had a bright idea,
you see. He sort of fancied himself

a bit of a trick cyclist,

and he put this dummy hand grenade
into the nest with the cuckoo.

And you know what the cuckoo done?
Aye, he tried to hatch it out.

You‘ve heard it.

Anyway, you got to laugh, you know,
because some of these screws are comics.

I mean, take Williams.
There‘s Stevens there on his chinstraps,

all Williams can think of doing is giving
him the old, "Attention! About turn!"

"Double march!"

He‘s off.
About turn!

I wonder if he could hatch out
a packet of Player's for Monty Bartlett.

Here, Stevens, that‘s it.
You stick at it, kiddo.

You‘re a cert for
your ticket you are.

Left, right, left, right.

Keep ‘em up, boy. Keep ‘em up.

About turn more.

About turn. About turn.

Left turn, left turn, right turn.

Double it up. That‘s it, boy. Double it up.

Come on, boy.

He‘s dead.

The M.O.‘ll have to write out
a death certificate, won‘t he?

What will he diagnose, carelessness?
What‘s that?

Careless of Stevens to drop dead.

It's a bit late for your jokes, Charlie.

Word got around yet?
It will, Bert.

Might be some trouble.
We‘d all better be on our toes.

I'd like to make a suggestion.
Yes?

Move Williams out of the block.

Put him on the gate
where he can't do so much damage.

But that would be as good as admitting
I think Williams killed the lad.

Bert, I'd sooner have Williams
doubling in here than anybody.

Listen, I ordered Williams
to smarten up the prisoners in Cell 8.

Yes, we all accept that...
If Stevens was fit,

he'd still be here, wouldn't he?

The army judged him A-1.
The M.O. passed him fit for punishment.

It looks like Stevens was only fit to drop.

That's not your worry, it's the M.O.‘s.

Thank you, Bert.

You said you backed your staff.

We ain‘t celebrating
a glorious victory, Williams.

We‘re patching up a bloody disaster.

You realize I'll have
to make a full report?

We all will, sir.

Well, he was perfectly fit
when I examined him.

When you did what, sir?
Oh, when I made...

When I examined him.

You only looked at his watch and chain.

Now look here, Sergeant Major...

You passed him fit.
Sol handed him over to Staff Williams.

He was...

Well, he was kept out in the sun too long.

I've checked on his records.
Base job in an office.

Well, anybody could see that.

Suddenly, he‘s drilling for hour after hour
in the blazing sunshine.

It was fatal in his case.

Sounds like accidental death, sir.
Yes.

The man was A-1, but to come
from a base job to this place...

Well, you understand these things
better than me, sir. Accidental death.

That‘s what I thought, sir.
Well, I hope so.

I've dented a few, sir,
but I've never murdered any.

I wasn't referring to you.
That goes for my staff, too, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

Accidental death.

But if there‘s another accidental death,

and you‘re in any way connected
with it, Staff...

Waiting to find out
what Williams is gonna pull next

is like waiting to go into action.
You know the feeling?

I'm the fellow who refused to go in,
remember me?

You beat up your officer
because he ordered the boys in?

Yeah, that‘s right,
because he ordered the boys in.

Was he going in hisself?

No, I took them in.

Right away we lost half our tanks.
Sol pulled the boys out.

I put the major in the picture.
I told him the situation was hopeless.

If the mines didn't get us,
Jerry's anti-tank guns would.

What‘d the major say?

"Get back in." He was very calm about it.
He said that he had his orders.

The next thing I knew,
the boys were pulling me off him.

Man, there‘s too many people in this army
giving the wrong orders.

Somebody got to have the guts to cancel
some of them damn wrong orders.

We'd have no bloody army left
if we didn't obey orders.

Joe.

You feel pretty bad about this, huh?

Look, it's not just disobeying orders.

It's rules, regulations, me.

But, man, you saved all them boys
from getting killed for nothing.

The troop sergeant took them in.

I was put under close arrest.
None of them came back.

Bloody cockroaches.
As if we haven't got enough to suffer

without you two talking half the night.
Can't you let a man sleep?

You ain‘t been sleeping
much yourself, Joe.

No.
Another stinking hot day.

You can practically hear it boiling
already. Look at Monty, flat out!

Wake up!

Who done that?
I did.

You want to watch it, mate.
You just want to watch it.

Somebody ought to write to their MP
about this dump.

Yeah? Why don't you?
What, him? I bet he can't even write.

What‘s so clever
about being able to write, then?

The secret in this old world, mate,
is to use your loaf. Maybe I can't read.

When it comes to knocking off stuff,
I'm away out in front on me own.

I'll bet you are.

You‘re a fair sample of
the no-talent class.

Thieving three bottles of whisky, blimey.

I didn't thieve them, man, I drank them.

Bet he can't write, neither.

Monty, just because I'm black,

do I have to be damn ignorant, too?

You blacks ain‘t got the brains
of us whites.

Listen to that man.
You‘ve got it downstairs, mate,

but we‘ve got it upstairs.

Live up trees, you blokes do.

I seen a film about his tribe once.

It's called Tarzan and the Ape Men.

When Charlie Bloggs found you lot,

you was walking around starkers,
living on monkey nuts.

So this is a member of the great white
race, and there‘s plenty like Monty.

We just call them white trash.

Now, look, I don‘t go for that expression,
white trash.

What‘s Staff Williams?

Belt up!
We don‘t want to hear about Williams.

That I can believe.

I'm making a report about Williams.

Now, listen, Roberts,
we‘re all aware of what happened,

but there‘s nothing we can do about it.

Yeah.
So.

It's a pity about old Stevens...
We‘re all in sympathy?

You had a rough deal.

Sol can count on you
when we go to see the Commandant?

To inquire after his health, or what?
But of course.

Then we‘ll slap a murder charge
against Williams.

Wakey wakey! Rise and shine!
Let‘s have you.

Who killed Stevens?

Do you hear that?

Now, are you going to sit
on your jacksies and do nothing?

Take over, Staff!

Staff! What the hell's going on here?
Sir, the prisoners.

Sounds like victory celebrations. Get every
available staff here at the double.

Armed, sir?

Where the hell do you think you are,
Chicago?

Staffs! Let them out!

I said let them out!

Stevens, Stevens.
Stevens, Stevens.

What‘s your name? Oliver Twist?

Put that mess tin down.
It's too early for breakfast.

What‘s your name?

Stevens!
Staff Burton!

We‘ve had a miracle.
Here‘s a man returned from the dead.

Take him back to the mortuary.

Mortuary, sir?
In the mortuary, via the hill.

Give him a last good run
before we bury him.

Double him away!

Left, right, left, right, left...

Staff!
Sir.

Double away
and get me a copy of the KRs.

Sir.

Johnson!
Sir.

Did you start the mutiny?
I didn't start anything.

Then what was all the noise in aid of?
Exercising your lungs?

Who killed Stevens?

Staff.
Sir!

Double this man out to the mortuary.

Show him the body. If he finds any marks,

abrasions or bullet wounds on the body,

take him over to the Commandant‘s office

and stay with him
while he writes out his statement.

Then let him see the Commandant
on his own so he can speak freely.

Yes, sir.
Double out.

Double out! Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left.

Left wheel.

Now, you‘ve all been making
a hell of a racket.

There‘ll be no more of it,
or I'll have the lot of you over the hill.

Every damn one of you.

Now, if you‘ve any complaints,
you‘re free to see the Commandant.

Any more trouble
and I'll read you the Riot Act.

You know how long it takes.

And if that doesn't have any effect,

I'll charge the ring leaders with mutiny.

Who‘s the ring leaders?
Every fifth man!

Think that over.
I don‘t waste my breath on idle threats.

Now, let‘s have you looking like soldiers.

Prisoners, attention!

Stand at ease! Let‘s have that again.

Attention! Better.

Now, any man here got any complaints?

Anybody want to see the Commandant?

Anybody witnessed any murders recently?

Scared to open your traps or what?

Anybody wishing to see the Commandant,
step forward.

Why do you want to see him?

I wish to report, sir, Staff Williams
responsible for Stevens‘ death.

Witnesses?

All the men in my cell
know what happened, sir.

Bartlett, double over here.

You saw Staff Williams murder
Private Stevens. Is that right?

No, sir.
I never saw nothing of the kind, sir.

Don‘t lie to me, lad.

You saw him with blood-stained hands,
didn't you now?

No, sir. Never saw nothing, sir.

Request to be moved to another cell.

Request refused. Get back in the line.

McGrath, double over here.

Is it right you saw murder committed,
McGrath?

No, sir, but I'll be committing one
if Roberts doesn't stop squawking.

Double back.

King, double over here.

Now let‘s hear from you, King.

Staff Williams murdered Stevens all right.

My only worry‘s how we‘re gonna prove it.

Double away, King.

Staff Williams!
Yes, sir.

Did you hear that?
Yes, sir.

Serious allegation that is.

He‘s lying, sir.
I never laid a finger on Stevens.

Staff Harris!
Sir.

I want Roberts and King on
Commandant‘s parade, 0930 hours.

Yes, sir.
And notify the medical officer

he's wanted at the Commandant‘s Office
0930 hours.

Seems Stevens didn't die of sunstroke.

He was murdered in cold blood.

Is that right, sir?
Tell him be sure to be there.

His professional reputation‘s at stake.

Our M.O., sir? I won‘t wear that.

It's well known he can make
the lame walk, the blind see

and the maimed dance over the hill.

What else can he do, Staff?

Ride a bicycle on the sea, no hands,
and turn water into wine, sir.

But can he raise the dead, Staff?

No, sir. He can't raise them,
but he can lower them.

Yes, I got your vocation placed now!

You should have been a music hall comic!

Yes, sir.

Permission to organize a smoking concert
for the prisoners?

You‘ve organized too bloody many
all ready, Charlie!

Think I don‘t know?

Got a light, sir?

No, but I've got a pack to put on your back
if I catch you smoking.

Bartlett and McGrath, stand by for a call.
You may be needed.

Now, you'll all be having cheese
with your lunch today.

Now, get back into your cells,
and look sharp about it.

You‘ve all had a lovely time.
Staffs, take over.

Trying to get at me, eh, Charlie?
Who me?

As from now,
you'll take your orders from Williams.

So that‘s the way it is.

I know you won‘t mind.

You‘re always bragging you don‘t seek
promotion or favors.

I'd sooner be out of it,
sir, well out of it.

You‘re getting passed over, Staff.

Inside, King.

Think you can get away with this?
I should be asking you that.

Thank you, Staff.

You know what the outcome will be?

There‘ll be a Court of Inquiry,
and I'll be exonerated.

No, you‘re getting nervous, Williams.

You want me, don‘t you?
You fancy your chances?

You make a move and I'll drop you.

Not a bad idea. Just us two.

There‘s a solitary at the end.

Nobody can see into that.
I'll lock us inside, Roberts. Just us two.

You‘re on.
March over.

Me first.

Inside.

Hang UP-

Go back to your duties, come on.
Double away!

I want no more trouble.

No more out of you.

You'll learn discipline.

Learn we mean business.

You'd better do some
quick thinking, Roberts...

Staff.

I want to transfer out of here.

You‘re going out, Bartlett,
you little runt.

Out over the hill.
Now, get your packs on, all of you.

Come on, and get Roberts up.
He‘s coming with us.

I'll be back for you.

You‘ve got five minutes!

Joe's on Commandant‘s Orders.
How's Williams going to explain this?

You think the Commandant‘s
never set eyes on a prisoner

who‘s been done over before?

I've got something to say about this,

and I'll make damn sure he listens.
If not, I'm getting word outside.

You two are enough
to drive a fellow up the wall.

Somebody’s gonna find out
what‘s going on in here, what‘s happening.

We‘re inside, Sergeant Major, inside,

and the bloody world outside
doesn't give a damn.

We‘re the horrible 2%,
the dodgy boys, the spivs,

the cowards, the thieves.
We‘re the weak chain in the system.

Oh, to hell with you.

Into your kit, Roberts.

No.

Not for you, Williams.

Right. Two volunteers to drag Roberts
over the hill. You, Bartlett, you, McGrath.

Yes, Staff.

McGrath?

To hell with this.

I'm giving you an order, McGrath.

Listen, Williams,
the army didn't buy me in a slave market.

I'll double over the hill for you,
but I'll not drag another man with me.

All right, I'll get all the volunteers I
want, and I'll have the lot of you out.

He‘s barmy. I've got to
get out of this lot.

Shut up!

Well, what‘s the matter with you then?

Joe, tell them, go on.

I'll obey any order.
I'm not looking for no trouble.

Git!

Staff!

Staff, I've got to get out of here.
All right, cut it out!

Staff, they‘re crucifying me.
Move him, Staff.

Get your small kit and report to the M.O.

No, I'm on Commandant‘s orders.
I'm not missing that.

Let me see this.

King, McGrath, carry him over to the M.O.

I'll see you see the Commandant,
don‘t worry. Come on, sharp, come here.

Easy with him, now. Easy.

All right,
watch that going through the door.

Hold your head low.

Put me in another cell, Staff.
I've had a bellyful of this lot.

Buckle it up.

Well, I'm only looking after
number one, ain‘t l?

What‘s the matter with everybody
in this bloody place?

They‘re not here, Staff.

They've gone.

Staff Harris has taken them over
to the M.O.

Back to your detail. About turn!

Double march!
Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Get him over here.

What‘s this, Staff?
Roberts is reporting sick.

Double outside, you two.

Okay, double out.

On your feet, Roberts.

Jerk him out of it, Staff.

He‘s got a busted foot.

What the hell are you two
doing outside here?

Brought Roberts over, sir. He‘s poorly.

On your feet.

He‘s got a foot injury, sir.

On your feet, Roberts,
and stand to attention.

March outside.

Left, right, left, right.

Keep marching.

Double inside, you two.
Right, double in.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right. Halt!

About turn.

Para 528, Section 7.

"An officer will not reprove a warrant
officer or an NCO in the presence"

"or hearing of a private soldier."

You know the KRRs, don‘t you?
Yes, sir.

You‘re breaking every rule in the book.

And you live by it, don‘t you?
We‘re both regulars.

We are the army.
What the hell else are we supposed to do?

Well, I lived by the book.

Para this,
and Para under Section X-Y-Z that.

But Queen Victoria's dead.
It's out of date.

What kind of a soldier are you?

I'm a live one, unless Williams has got
other plans for me.

Discipline. The army's run on discipline.

I'm a regular soldier because I couldn't
get a bloody job in civvy street,

but I was a good toy clockwork soldier,
just like you are.

You throw an order at me and I could
pick it up like a dog picks up a bone.

On your feet and you listen.
No, you listen!

Three bloody years in the desert.

Three bloody years fighting
under paid gunmen. That‘s all we are.

Treason, you‘re talking treason.
Right!

Get on your feet.

Okay, treason. That‘s Para 531, Section 7.

"Any person committing any traitorous"

"or mutinous practice may be"

"sentenced to penal servitude
for the term of his natural life."

So you...
Life.

Well, all right.

All I know is that I can't do things
that don't make sense to me anymore.

You can. You can still live by the book,

but it's out of date!
It's stupid and out of date!

So, you quit, eh?

Glasshouse permanent
for the rest of the war?

Right!
You‘d sign away our bloody empire.

Yes, give it to Jacko, maybe he can use it.

To the niggers!
They couldn't run a knocking shop.

On your feet, stand up and stand still!

Yes, I'm on my feet.
Well, what‘s the charge?

Failing to obey an order?

Drunk in charge of a cigarette lighter?

You crazy bastard.

You‘d prop up dead men and inspect them
if you was ordered to.

Right, you‘re right.

Keep those men on the move!

You used to be an NCO.
You used to be a soldier,

but you‘ve forgotten.
Now, I'm gonna teach you.

Teach you from the beginning.

I'll make you into something
the army can be proud of.

You'll double, drill,
do any damn thing I tell you.

Roberts, you'll be lost, lost,

unless somebody‘s shouting
an order at you. Staff!

Sir!

How did Roberts get into this state?

Been fighting with one of the prisoners,
sir. McGrath.

Has he?
He got stuck into me, as well.

Did he?
I took him out of the cell.

Gave him the order to double,
he refused and struck rne.

We had to restrain him, sir.

Any witnesses, Staff?
Henshaw and Colbey, sir.

I hope he didn't beat
you up too bad, Staff.

If Henshaw and Colbey
hadn‘t come along, sir...

It's clear Roberts is a dangerous fellow,
but if you ever have to restrain him again,

I don‘t want him looking
like a battle casualty, understand?

He come at me
and went smack into the wall, sir.

He must have.
There‘s no other logical explanation.

McGrath did most of the damage.

Yes. Charge him with fighting McGrath,

Colbey and Henshaw
and with insubordination.

McGrath didn‘t beat me up, Williams did.

Witnesses?

Staff! From now on,
I'm looking after his welfare.

Sir, I can manage him.

No, you can't, Staff.
You're a bloody revelation.

But let me tell you,
this is your last chance.

Beat up another one of my lads,
and I'll have you inside here,

and if the prisoners don‘t cripple you,
I will.

Now, get the others over here.
Yes, sir.

Double over, you two!

Come on, move it! Left, right, left,
right, left, right, left, right.

Halt! Stand still.

McGrath. You had a fight with Roberts,
is that right?

We had a slight difference.

And you witnessed it.
They had a scrap.

You made a right job of him, didn‘t you?

I'm not responsible for the
state he‘s in. Then who is?

Staff Williams, sir.

He took Joe out, and when Joe come back,
he was like that.

I'll say I know damn well
McGrath had nothing to do with it.

Stand to attention
when I'm talking to you.

Now, nigger boy, tell me again,
what did you see?

You black ape, I'm talking to you.

Do you want to do a dose of solitary?

You stinking filthy nigger, answer me.
What did you see?

I'll see you in hell, you...

You ruddy useless Sergeant Major. In hell!

Look at that.
Dancing about like a flea-bitten monkey.

Thinks he‘s still in the jungle.

I'll teach you you‘re in the British Army.

I quit your stinking army, you hear that?
You loud-mouthed Sergeant Major.

I give up this damn soldiering.
Now what you gonna do about it?

Throw every charge in the book at him,
Staff.

Sir.

But first of all, see that Harris has him

outside the Commandant‘s office
at 0930 hours.

The Commandant can hear his case.

Yes, sir. You'll be there, sir?
No, Staff.

I shall be busy making arrangements
for Stevens‘ funeral.

You‘re gonna let them shoot
their mouths off and not be there, sir?

You worried, Staff? Any cause to be?

I haven't.

Let them shout, then I'll have my say.

Go on. Double away, you two.
Left turn, double march!

Move it! Move, move, move!

Left, right, left, right.
Come on, double, double, double!

You‘re a clever boy, you are.
I quit this army.

Don‘t be daft.
Clever boy.

What‘s the clever thing to do? Go crawling
to Williams the way you do, huh?

Now just watch your big mouth.

I'll kill that man if he lifts
one finger to me, one finger.

Yeah, go on. You‘re all shout.
And I know how tough you are.

Now watch your step.

You useless article, made in Yorkshire,

exported to the Middle East
and marked "Fragile!"

Come on. Go on, you‘re the big man in the
cell. Did you hear what he said? Come on.

What the hell is this now?

Break it up, break it up, break it up now.

Come on, come on, break it up.

You're on Commandant‘s orders.
Get dressed, King, and get outside.

I've quit the army.
Get dressed!

I've finished with the army, and this
is what I think of British justice.

Stark raving bonkers. Outside, all of you.

King, what the hell's wrong with you?

I've finished with the army,
so I don‘t wear the uniform.

You‘re going into the Commandant
dressed like this, lad?

Unless you‘ve got a top hat
and a bone to put through me nose.

That‘s the way you white folks think
that we dress back home.

This ought to be one day he remembers.

Come on, then. All right, double.

Come on, double! Left, left, left, right,
left. Left, left, left, right, left.

There you are, Roberts.

What‘s the verdict? Medicine and duty?

You go back to your cell, pick up your kit,

and then I'm recommending you
for hospital.

I wouldn't do that.
The RSM wouldn't like it.

I decide what‘s...
You decide nothing.

You just do what you‘re told.

Look here, Roberts,
I'm making a full report about you.

Well, you‘d better,
because I'm fighting every one of you

in this dirty, lousy dump.

Every one of you. Every single one of you.

Left, right, left, left, left, right, left,
left, right.

You‘ve had me for a soldier.

Wouldn't get me in
the Boy Scouts after that.

Shut up, lad.

King, attention!
Mr. Harris.

You may tell Mister Commandant
that Mr. Jacko King will see him now.

Quiet down, you dumb lad.

What are you doing, then? Get back, you...

Horace, sit down. Don‘t stand up for me.
I've jagged in me rank.

I recommend this brand,

but I cannot recommend your hotel,
Horace. The service is lousy.

Staff!

Sir, he's round the bend, sir.
I can't do anything with him.

So you don‘t like the hotel?

Not since one of the guests died, no.

Staff, get this mad man out.
Send the RSM to me.

He‘s making the funeral arrangements, sir.

What?
Stevens died, sir.

Well, why wasn't I told?
You weren't here.

Send the RSM to rne
the minute he gets back.

Who died?
George Stevens!

Williams murdered him.

Get this maniac out. Out!
Sir!

King, double out, lad! Double! Double!

Double!

Horace.

Williams murdered Stevens.

Don‘t forget that. He murdered him.

Right, get back to your details.

Party, halt!

Get those prisoners out of here,
Staff Harris.

About turn, double march!

Roberts imagines
that he‘s being persecuted.

Imagines he was beaten up
by one of the staff, does he?

Even that.

So he was.

What did you say?
So he was.

You realize I'll have to report that?
Let‘s hope you do.

If it's true.
You know it's true.

Yes, Harris, but would you tell
the Commandant that?

Yes. Yes, I will. I will.

There will have to be an inquiry.
You'll have to give evidence.

Yes, I know, but yours is the only evidence
the court will take seriously.

After the RSM‘s testified that I'm useless
as a prison officer, followed by

every screw he can muster
and Williams and...

Of course I'll need evidence, but this
man's here for striking an officer.

They'll have a very strong case, Harris.

Evidence? If you don‘t move soon,

you'll have all the evidence you need.
His coffin.

All right, you two, get your kits.
You‘re going into solitary.

About turn! Double in! Left, right,
left, right, left, right, left, right.

Come on, move it.

The men are not to come in here, Staff.

Well, my orders, sir, were...
I'm giving the orders now,

and I have a very serious complaint
against you, Williams.

From Roberts, sir?

And Staff Harris.

His days are numbered.

I've just had a word with the Commandant
and I'll answer any queries

as to how I treat prisoners
at the Court of Inquiry, sir.

I'll see the other prisoners now.

In fairness, sir,
send for the RSM before you...

I will conduct this my own way.

Have you any complaints?
Sir.

I want you to fix it for me
to get posted out of this cell, sir.

I can't take much more of this shower.
Get me out of here, sir.

You. You, any complaints?

I've falsely confessed to the Commandant
that I half beat up Roberts,

and that‘s why I'm going into solitary.

I'm telling you,
the army's had me for a soldier

if something‘s not done about this.

Right, get out.

I haven't always seen eye to eye
with you, Roberts,

but good luck.

McGrath, watch out for yourself.

Why is this man improperly dressed?
Refuses to wear King's uniform.

Stand to attention.
Oh, no. No, man.

I don‘t recognize the army or the officers.

I quit.
I said stand to attention.

You‘re talking to a civilian, Cuthbert.
Give him to me, sir. I'll teach him.

Joe, you tell me your visiting hours,
I'll come up and see you sometime.

Harris, take this lunatic into the corridor
and keep him there till I'm ready for him.

Yes, sir. After you, Mr. King.

See you later, Joe.
Okay. Mr. King.

Double out!

Double!

Bartlett, move it!

You can see what we‘re up against, sir.
If you‘re easy on them,

we won‘t be able to do
a damn thing with them, will we, sir?

What the hell are these men doing
idling here in the corridor?

Orders, sir.
Whose orders?

M.O.‘s.

What‘s going on here, sir?
I'm giving these men a medical.

On sick report, are they, sir? Why?

It's not your place to question me,
Sergeant Major.

Soon as you‘ve passed them fit,
I want them, sir.

I've had some complaints
about Williams‘ treatment of...

Prisoners complaining,
we get that sometimes.

King just tried it. Walked in...
Walked in, mind you, on the Commandant

half-naked, just in his tribal feathers.

What kind of a bloody fool
are you trying to make of me, sir?

The complaint against Williams
came from Staff Harris.

Harris.

What have you told him?
I told him the truth, sir.

The truth?
What the hell are you talking about?

It's not your fault, sir, it's Williams‘.

It's me. Me! Who the hell runs this place?

Retract all you‘ve said, Charlie!

Put your finger onto him, Bert. Get him.

You telling me again how to run
this place, are you? Outside, Staff.

Sergeant Major,
Roberts is going into hospital.

Keep him here, sir, in a cell.

Be better if you attend him here, sir.

Sergeant Major!

In 25 years,
I've never known a balls-up like it!

From now on, I'm checking on every man,
every prisoner, every staff!

Staff Harris!
Sir!

Report on your brother officers,
would you?

Try and undermine my authority, eh?
A useless article like you, Harris.

You‘re under close arrest.

No, don‘t push me too hard.
You‘re gonna need

all the help you can get!
I'm breaking you!

Now, before you‘re confined
to your quarters, do something useful.

Get a cell ready for Roberts.
No.

Help Roberts with his kit.
He‘s going to hospital.

I'm in charge of discipline here, sir!

Then you look after your department,
and I'll look after mine.

Don‘t try and cancel out my orders.

I have the final word
where the men's health is concerned.

Perhaps I was hasty.

I've had a day of it.
Yeah, so has Roberts.

He‘s going into hospital.

It's a pity you didn‘t put Roberts
and Stevens on light duties, sir.

What?

I thought Stevens looked delicate,
but that wasn't my worry, was it?

What are you driving at?
Were they fit?

Let‘s start with Stevens, was he fit?

If I understand you right, by God,
you‘re going to be in serious trouble.

Did you give him a medical?
He did not. I was there, wasn't I?

Passed him A-1 fit for punishment.

I punished him alongside Roberts,
King, Bartlett and McGrath.

Well, he‘s dead.

Heat exhaustion, sun stroke and...

Stevens was a sick man and I only caught
on when it was too late, I'll swear to it.

Your neglect lumbered me
with a dead man.

Now, you put Roberts into hospital
and give me the chance to break you.

Sergeant Major.
Don‘t let them get away with it.

Sergeant Major, he‘s trying blackmail.
You heard him.

I'm putting Roberts in a cell.

Look, I gave an order.

Get Roberts into hospital, sir.

A court martial will break you, sir,
not Williams.

Shut your trap, Harris.

The Commandant‘s got to check on this lot
now. I won't be slow in telling him.

It's me who‘s gonna bust you, Bert.
I'm sorry.

I'll double Harris to his quarters, sir.

That‘s not the kind of doubling
you‘re gonna do. Get Roberts out.

Me? I'm running this place.

You ain‘t running this place, Bert.
Williams is, look at him.

He took over clays ago,
and you still haven't caught on.

I'm reporting everything
that‘s happened here.

It's you I'm after, but I won‘t worry
too much if you go down with him.

I'm phoning for an ambulance.
Roberts is going to hospital.

Then I'm going to see
the area commander.

Try and blackmail me, would you,
Williams? Well, try it. Go on, try it.

Have you anything else to say?

Yes, sir. You won‘t do any better
than Stevens on that hill.

What the hell are you doing there?

Get back, do you hear me!
I'm giving you an order!

Get away from that door!
Move along, lads.

Thank you very much, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Right, Bartlett, I'm putting you
in another cell. Follow me.

I knew I could trust you, Staff.
It was getting very dicey in there, Staff.

Roberts, get your kit.
I'm moving you into a lonely cell.

Why don‘t you catch on?

Your days of turning men
into toy soldiers are over.

I run this place. Me.
I say what goes and what don‘t go.

Williams, I told you when you came here
I stand by my staff.

We‘ve gotta do some quick thinking.
You won‘t get me into another

bloody mess like this again.
I'm putting you on the gate.

Listen, Harris and the M.O.
are going on report...

You‘re a bit too hot even for me!

You don‘t seem to understand
we stand together!

You work alongside me,
and I'll show you how it's clone.

You don‘t belt them in this game,
you break them, gently break them,

then you build them up again
into men, into soldiers!

Listen. We throw it all onto Harris
and the...

You listening to me?
People listen to rne when I'm talking.

Don‘t you ever forget that.

Will you shut up a minute?
I'll tell you how!

You pay attention.
I've got enough on my plate without you...

You trying to give me orders?
No one does that!

I run this place. Me.

I say what goes and what don‘t go.

Even if you go to the Commandant,
think he'll listen?

He‘s saying yes to rne
before I've even walked through the door.

Now, get this place cleaned up.
It's a pigsty.

Carry on, Staff.

In 25 years, I've never known anybody...

Never, not in 25 years, never.

You‘re on your own now, Williams.

No, you‘re still with me, Roberts.

Just you and me this time.

Don‘t touch him!

Don‘t muck it up, boys. Don‘t touch him!

You'll muck it up! Don't touch him.
We've won.

We've won. You'll muck it up.

Double! Double!

Double!