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Hello?

There.

Ah!

Ha!

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He ate it!

Ha!

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Ha!

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bagshaw.

Dr. Marsham, as we've said enough ground well.

Lady Bick's diamond, and Mrs. Simon.

The courtship, the great bishop with horseback, and the colonel, Campbell Adams.

See now, yet?

They're in it.

Oh, well, let's get a little down.

Go!

She's gone.

Ha!

Yes!

You have to bribe him.

Get him here.

No.

No, not at all.

I bet you had to throw a tantrum and burst into tears.

I thought you'd never arrive.

I told you I would not require you as an escort.

I wasn't looking for you.

I was looking for him.

Dr. Marsham?

Yes.

I want to learn the bag of pythons.

Will you please go away?

I could show you the very best vaunted point.

And I secreted it off the champagne.

And hadn't you better drink it before someone else's visit?

Ah, when I hired a thing, it stays hidden.

And the very mustard, an undercover warfare.

One day, if you're a very good girl, I'll show you how to steal up on a target unobserved.

Oh, I don't think you will.

This target saw your colours quite some time ago.

My god.

Quick.

It'll be months before they send you Africa your soft sod.

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

Look, it's stuff.

I didn't join after Bloody Soresbury.

I'll join up to kill the boy.

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

He laid your eyes on a batsman.

You've run home crying and there's bloody car.

Well, you reckon, eh?

Well, if I told you I'd already seen a Dutchman, and he's right under your bloody nose.

Oh, the old woman down the market.

We've done her last week.

No, not a woman, right?

A Dutchman.

I'm bloody telling you.

They're right.

I'll show you.

Well, here we go, boys.

Here we go.

Too many women, Mary, because they're not able to face life alone.

My sisters are six examples.

Six sisters.

They all adore me.

But their lives are so narrow, whilst yours is so generous.

You see, you have a real admirer.

I'll kill you off.

You're champion.

How did I ever manage without you?

Lord knows.

When I saw you at the barracks, I thought...

A beautiful woman administrator.

Interesting.

Well, usually there are 50, bitters and fears, and then I saw you at the strafe tonight,

so fascinating.

And then you walked into that room for the soldiers, all as naked as the day of the war,

and I thought...

Superv.

What a woman.

Damn!

As you were, Major.

Madam.

Guy.

It's all settled.

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

Next year's officers remember.

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

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

Was like the sea guy, never the same.

That's why we love it, sir.

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

Leave a little room for the ladies.

I try to, sir.

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

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

I was already one.

It's a dreadful old railway.

In every corner of the Empire, the final aid of a certain age claimed to be the one true love of his life.

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

It's funny.

I didn't know you'd be here.

No, just a sminther ride.

I don't have to leave you, just a soprop, damn afraid.

Miss Grandma.

Just in time for the display.

We've got a path, a good view from here.

There's no need to walk across the dal.

Well, that's very thoughtful, but I'm not a China doll.

I prefer to be striding across the madder with the British army, would you?

It's a loon.

Anyway, I think it's only the onset down there.

Uh-huh.

Everyone under 60, you mean?

Well, there's an engaged couple. We're hardly gay young things anymore.

And when we're married?

Where shall we watch it for next year?

It's usually tucked up indoors with a dose of rordinum to counteract the excitement.

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

I'm not sure even if...

This isn't an occasion, Joe. It's a fireworks display.

We're all just trying to enjoy the evening.

I'm just trying a bit harder than others.

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

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

If you think you're so inadequate,

if you really do think you're so unsuitable, so unequal,

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

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

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

Do you still have that bottle of champagne?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is Georgina. Got it.

It's beautiful to chill, and so you.

Let's find you somewhere else to call.

Only thing missing.

Glasses.

Sure, I know.

Excuse me. Have you seen Doctor Eleanor Bram?

I'm afraid I haven't. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You said you could get us in.

Come back tomorrow, shall we? Not nicely in our supervision.

No, there's a window in the latch on the back.

I'll nip in and get the door open.

Mr. Ball. Mr. Ball.

The last copy will pass.

We'll pass that. We'll pass that.

I love the gauge.

Fall past it.

I love the gauge.

Where is he? What did he do?

I'm not a prisoner, so I'm just a first person for you.

Bloody young Oligans!

You go out now, and I'll join you in a minute.

No, don't. I'll find Mrs. Sprewd.

Please.

What's that dress doing there?

It's what the dressmaker said, Miss. Don't stuff it in the wardrobe and get it all creased.

Well, I don't want it standing there like a reproach.

It's like a wandis.

What is in the guest room, will you?

Well, the washroom or the scullery?

The scullery? It's your wedding dress.

The satin and lace doesn't have feelings.

Well, the boy and the laundry woman, if it gets splashed.

But it's in the attic. The study, the under stairs covered. Please, just take it away.

Yes, Miss.

Oh, you did so much, sir, pose.

I can't find the way.

I can't find the way.

They came round into me. I got down. Then they got off the other way.

See? Yes.

They were soldiers, all bleeding soldiers. Like I said, they came round from their banding to me.

I got down on nothing. Then they got over there.

They were soldiers. Soldiers killed him.

How do you know?

That old beggar man saw them running away.

But it doesn't necessarily mean that they were the killers.

Well, whether they were or not, the incident's closed.

The incident?

I don't want you both wasting your time on it.

I'll perish the thought we should spare a moment on a dead patient.

Alana?

I mean, I'll go to the police. I'll go to the station and make a statement. There's no need for you to.

I'm just trying to take some of the weight off my doctors.

Ah, the goodness car. You'd be glad to know there is no longer any dilemma of conscience for you working here, Nuss.

A Dutch man is no longer a problem.

About time, he should have gone days ago.

He's dead. Beaten to death last night, upstairs.

Well, he should have been safe. We're about to lay him out, so that's one more service you won't have to give him.

Well, I'm very sorry, but I don't know why you're so angry with me. It wasn't me killed him.

You and every other fool has waved flags and cheered the troops and repeated stupid myths and lies, together you've all murdered an innocent man.

A Dutchman, Doctor. An armed stealer.

That's enough, Nuss car. Please go about your work. But he's accusing me of all sorts.

I'm sure the patients will be glad to see you.

And you were, off, yesterday afternoon.

I waited for you until midnight.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But Mrs. Bruss, that she saw you leave.

I'm sorry.

Is this to be my life from now on, forever in the wrong, forever apologizing?

I don't want apologies. I don't want...

I don't know what to do anymore, Ellen.

Neither do I, Joe.

I'll see Tien.

No. I'd rather do it on my head.

His poor wife?

We don't know where she is, do we?

We know his shipping company.

I'll write to them.

May I?

I'd like to.

Yes, of course.

My mother's family are Dutch.

My grandparents, they died when I was very young.

But I still have family over there.

Not that I know them.

I can say only two things in Dutch.

Welcome to my house.

And God bless you.

I didn't say either of them.

So we shoved the purse all into a focus grave?

Proud of all that we've done for the stranger on our needs.

Leave it.

I'll get it.

Go and get your car.

And if you see young Tom and your travels, tell him to get up here and give you a hand.

I'll get it back to you, huh?

Show me to...

Dr.

Tom, you're out.

Your mother can't get you up and train, and I suggest you sleep in a store room.

I should take great pleasure in tipping you out of...

What have you done by?

I can't work today, doctor.

Tom, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

What have you done by?

I can't work today, doctor.

I wish I could.

Oh, you silly child.

You're under edge. We can get you out.

They'd kill me, be mates. I had a cow.

It's nothing to do with cowardice.

You don't understand.

I've got to stop in now.

Right. That does it.

Oh, my gosh.

Come on.

Here, that's mine.

Get out of my way.

Here.

Mr. Marshall.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Where?

This one.

Hello, Tom. You look very grown up.

Have you come to say goodbye?

Mm.

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

I don't know, Miss.

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

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

We was done.

Which sergeant, the one who came here?

He's our boss, Miss.

I can get you out of this.

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

And your mother?

Which is as proud as bunch, Miss.

I'll ask Nels Kar to get you some breakfast.

I've got to go.

Sorry, doctor.

I'm really sorry.

Go after yourself, Tom.

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

Doctor, I couldn't.

What?

It's all right.

Do we just let him go?

I think thousands of them go. He's no different.

The Army will probably be the making of him.

Ed, help, sir.

I don't think you'll do it.

That's right, lads.

We'll do some extra both.

Inside.

We'll do that some extra both.

We'll do that some extra both.

Life we could have.

Yeah, I'll make you.

We'll do that some extra both.

I'm ready, Sergeant.

Let's see who we have today.

How do you go, mate?

Big march.

Good morning, your name?

Frederick Mills, Miss.

Hi, yes, sir. It is.

Underage.

No, ain't?

You're underage.

Off you go.

Next, Sergeant.

All right.

90 degrees of damage.

Fail in theemic unfit.

Next.

I'll make you a little bit more than you.

Fail in theemic unfit.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Cough.

Unfit.

Next.

Open.

There's not a tooth in his head.

Unfit.

Next.

Oh, sorry.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Unfit.

Cough.

Get yourself inside here.

Take over.

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

Unfit.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Unfit.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Next.

Go on.

Next.

Wah.

Hey, baby.

My case.

I am Proceeded.

NOW.

Engaged the body.

Why are you worried?

The body Guang in London.

Here.

Defchio using advise.

D�.

I am keeping on this because hae.

That right.

I am.

It's not too bad.

I am both scared of it.

And Human Milk again.

Dr. Bramwell, good morning.

How are you?

It's all in order, Sergeant.

Every name recorded.

There you go, sir.

Not a single mother son, Victor Serven Majesty.

What a nuisance.

Oh, well.

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

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

I'm sorry.

I understand why you're angry.

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

You didn't want these men examined. You wanted their names ticked.

Not at all.

But a recruiting officer has such discretion, really.

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

Three hundred odd? Why?

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

Lord knows. Any that went on guard, do you, Tiaspoise? Why?

My Dutch patient has been murdered.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

My soldiers.

And I want them found and punished.

Good God, the city is full of soldiers, four regiments that I know of.

I want them punished.

All of them?

Are you laughing? Is it funny?

A helpless man, better to death, deliberately, cold-bloodedly.

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

There's no cold blood left in London.

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

Cheering, waving, rousing them on.

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

Son, take that ledger back to the barracks.

Sergeant, leave it where it is.

That ledger is military property.

Yeah, huh, Eleanor?

Madam?

I believe you enjoy a stroll in the park of an afternoon.

Yes, I do.

Which one?

Um, anyone? Queens Park?

I'll meet you there then, shall I?

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

Today, four o'clock.

The onetree.

Four o'clock.

All right, baby, knees up.

I don't like that. I'm out, yeah.

We'll be here in a moment.

You're the only person who finished army from here to back-up lot.

I am getting any respect to daughters, sir.

I doubt that very much.

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

What are you thinking of?

Her ankles are a big brown eyes.

Madam, I've spent enough time on you.

Your services are no longer required.

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

You may go, Miss Bramwell.

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

I'll give you more than my word.

I'll have you removed from this barracks' fourth with.

You have no right to enlist a boy of fifteen.

Hold your tongue.

Hold your tongue and mind your own business.

Colonel, there's a killer in your regiment.

Probably more than one.

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

A murderer.

A group of soldiers were seen running away from a defenseless man, beaten to death.

Madam, you have a choice.

Either you leave now or I have you thrown out.

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

You have military discipline and I have ethics.

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

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

We failed him.

The least I can do now see that his murderers are brought to justice with or without your help.

Madam, I don't know what sort of family you come from, but a lady does not comport herself as you do.

A lady does not lower herself intimately to examine the crude soldiery, nor should she even acknowledge them in the street as she writes past.

A lady has no place ranting and raving and laying down the law.

Nor does she flounce into my barracks to be oogled by every corporal and private.

And a lady in Madam wears a hat.

As for our recruiting practices, whom we enlist and how we treat them as entirely our business.

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

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

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

For all your pious interventions.

Now gather up your pedicotes, give your mouth shut, Madam, and get out of my sight.

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

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

Mr. Martin, I'm sorry.

Mr. Martin, I'm sorry.

There was nothing I could say.

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

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

Whereas you have a bright red tunic and a shiny toy sword.

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

Ah, there it is. The night was dark. You were tired.

The champagne went to her head and I took advantage.

No, no, no, no, no, major. I don't play those games.

I'm not crippled by guilt or regrets. Last night was my decision. I seduced you and I've no regrets about it.

I wish I'd never met you for Tom's sake. My infirmary was turned upside down for you so that young boys could be sent to their deaths.

No, new recruits don't go to Africa.

What Tom will do is training, put on a bit of weight and then be posted to, oh, maybe India or the Sudan.

The Sudan? Well, that's much better. A Sudanese spear through the chest is so much more acceptable than a burr bullet.

Eleanor.

Now that I know you and I do know you, I cannot imagine anyone anywhere ever loving you.

Now, sooner is one thunderstorm over than another begins. I feel grubby and bad, tempered and a little tired of everything.

Quick bath and a change of dress before I return to the fray.

Bath's running, Miss. Thank you, Bonnie.

I was going to move it, Miss. I wasn't going to leave it here.

Don't worry, Bonnie. Just leave it. Please.

First, please. One, two, three.

Hold. Next, please. Next, please. Next, please. Next, please.

One, two, three.

Have a young lady waiting for me, and I'm sure the major quarry has a whole heavy impute in his weighty breath.

An injured man was dragged from his bed and beaten to a pulp.

If you don't step forward now and we subsequently find out that one of you was involved...

Another hour, son. Move on to the next platoon.

Ah, nurse. I'm afraid that we won't be doing any more work with the army.

At all. But the sergeant said he'd be here nearly all next week.

Yes, well, the plan's changed.

Oh, for goodness sake. An innocent man is dead, and Tom, who couldn't be sent to the market without someone to keep an eye on him, has gone to war.

To war!

I know that, Doctor. And if I encouraged you to, well, I couldn't be prouder.

I'll see you tomorrow then.

It's pointless, Doctor Brownwell. The woman's blinkered.

I wish I'd listened to you.

You're the wisest man I know.

I wondered if you would do something for me, Eleanor. Stop calling me good and wise.

Stop telling me that I'm your rock. Don't tell me how sensible and right I am.

I'm sorry.

Every time you do so, I think of the gentleman you would find other words for.

Gentlemen like...

I'm strong!

Even where he is? Can't follow him further!

I said you found the murderous.

Yes.

I thought I'd better wait here for you, in case you came across the colonel.

I don't need the perspective.

But he might.

Isn't the social club? Shall we try to remember why we're here?

It's tonight.

I'm a lady! I'm a lady!

I need you to help me come to a decision about this.

What is there to decide? If they're guilty, they must be punished.

It's not quite as easy as that. Military law is a strict master.

Maybe we could consider some alternatives.

My morals are not quite as elastic as yours. I see no alternatives.

Very well, you're sure?

Sergeant?

You can make it?

What?

This is an informal interview, Macon.

You attack a patient of thrift on Wednesday night.

No, sir! I was in the swamp with my mates.

And they'll back you up on this.

We're all there, Gevisse. No reason why they shouldn't.

You can go now.

But you barely asked him anything.

There were two others who were say exactly the same as you just heard now.

According to them, they couldn't have killed your Dutchman.

They weren't even calling them.

Then you're wasting my time. Why did you send for me?

Because I have a confession.

Hell, mate! Want to go?

Take a match?

Tie it up straight?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

I didn't mean it.

According to him, he was only one in a group of four.

And all he did was take the others to the victim.

According to the others, backed up by their crannies, they had nothing to do with it.

And so he must have been alone.

You could see how confident they were.

But he wouldn't hurt anyone.

I didn't know what they was going to do.

They put the butt in.

I could hear them.

I didn't know what to do.

Oh, God.

This is the only culprit we can bring to justice.

And however much he weeps and shakes, he won't melt any military hearts with the death center.

Oh, God!

How could you do this to a child?

How could you do this to a child?

How could you do this to me?

I don't know.

Hi, yes, it's fine.

How does that look, babe?

Have you the correct time?

They're full of luck.

Come on, man.

Pick your things up there and have your boots scratched the booty.

All right, come on, come on.

This one.

This one.

This one.

This poor mother.

The sergeant.

Well, he's not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

The sergeant.

Will he be kind?

He's the soft heart itself.

It'll be quite safe.

Drink your tea.

What do we do now?

That's one of the actions you'll be pursuing.

How can I take any action at all?

I can't bear your lack of compassion.

You insisted on justice.

You jumped into a world.

Didn't understand because it was exciting, colorful.

Everything the rest of your life isn't.

Well, here we are.

Glamour.

Venture.

War.

Now you don't like it.

I understand your world very well.

I grew up in the company of soldiers,

but the one's I knew didn't take pleasure in cruelty.

I am ashamed of what our men did to your Dutchman

and what they're trying to do to Tom.

If you take no further action,

he will be quietly transferred from this regiment.

Considering the experiences had at your infirmary,

we thought we'd send him as an ambulance attendant.

Why don't you just discharge him?

Because he accused East End Thunks of murder.

If he goes home, he'll last five minutes.

Transverse the best we can offer.

Yes?

Your friends again, no.

I must get back to work.

God, you have listened to me because you know I'm right.

You can't marry Marcia.

I have to send a message to Tom's mother.

God, forget the man's character. I have nothing against it.

pity the poor man for whom you do bear a grudge.

Don't worry, Anna.

A lifetime.

Not just in the wards.

Not just professionally, not just on every social occasion,

but every night.

Behind closed doors.

In your room.

In your bed.

Goodbye, Major Glory.

I can't bear to think of it.

It's a holler helping you!

Go! Go! Go!

That's okay.

Sautrely.

Nelson.

Nelson, read.

Should have been the sailor then.

Can't abide the sea.

May I kiss you?

I'm sorry.

Per Tom.

You look like a twelve-year-old.

Like a frightened child.

In that ludicrous uniform.

Yes.

I can't bear to see you so unhappy.

Well, I've got none of us full of joy and laughter.

First the war then, Jan.

Now this?

Those things.

Well, they make you sad and angry.

But that's how it should be.

It's me that makes you unhappy.

Last night I tried to imagine us together in ten years' time.

You and me with the fireside.

A child or two.

And I couldn't.

We've worked together for so long.

We've an ease and an honesty with each other,

and I've mistaken that for...

for love.

That's my fault. I'm not good at these things.

No, Joe.

You're very good at these things.

If you were to tell me that you wish to be released from her engagement.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You better go home.

I'll do the war, Dr. Hain.

She was the best little wife I might wish for.

We were just children.

Playing her house.

She was nothing to look at.

I know like you.

But I doted on her.

She couldn't cook like you.

She was a little bit of a good girl.

She was a little bit of a good girl.

She was a little bit of a good girl.

She was a little bit of a good girl.

She was a little bit of a good girl.

She couldn't cook like you.

She didn't have your mind.

We were just children.

Don't make a little of her.

I'd have liked her a great deal, I'm sure.

Would have been the greatest of friends.

What I'm going to say is that there were to be a second Mrs. Reed

that he would have nothing to fear from the memory of the first.

Mrs. Reed, that is that...

if you were to be the second Mrs. Reed,

the second Mrs. Reed, I'm...

what I'm trying to say is that it'll come as a shock to you.

It might have half an hour ago.

Just ask me now, son.

If you're ready.

Will you marry me, Ethel?

You might be the most handsome Miss Mann in the world.

And I might be the best cook on bottle washing you've ever met.

But something else is needed.

I earned good money.

That...

Ethel, I am so fond of you.

I can hardly get a wink of sleep at night without thinking about you.

Fond, we're no need to go overboard.

I'm out of practice of courtship.

You should take a few hints from your major quarry.

Much as I love her, and I do love her dearly.

I'm sorry, am I disturbing you?

No, not at all.

Look at these.

I asked her to update the accounts and she said,

Dr. Mertum, what are you drinking?

Whiskey.

Well, all gone.

Where are you going?

To the river.

To do what they do with unwanted puppies.

Tyra rope around my neck and throw myself in.

You will not.

I need someone here, first thing.

To explain these to me.

All right.

Thank you.

I knew there was a reason for living.

Good night, Mrs. Bruce.

Good night, Dr. Mertum.

I'm not going to marry Mr. Martian.

I'm going to marry Mr. Martian.

I'm going to marry Mr. Martian.

I'm going to marry Mr. Martian.

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