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You know, I mean, get rid of these rags, get proper cloths and all.
The first thing we need is a map.
We need to know where we are going, Jock.
A map!
Where do we gonna get a map?
It is a rather unusual request.
These things are very hard to come by
in war time, but...
we'll do our best.
Thank you, sir.
It doesn't matter if it's
a second-hand ball, sir.
Once it's a ball.
Any type of real ball, sir.
Once it bounces, sir.
I do not see what this war
has got to do with you. You're Canadian.
What about Hitler?
We've all got to fight Hitler.
Excuse me, miss.
You dropped something.
- Oh, thank you.
Charlie Milwall, at your service, miss.
Thank you, Charlie.
Isn't she a bastard?
Just thinking about her is enough
to have your prick cut off.
See, what you buggers don't understand, is that
women are gagging for it.
Not from the likes of you,
you big scottish poof.
Hey. There's no poofters up north.
Can't say the same for in here.
I've got in love with that Scot waiting
from me in Glasgow.
That's why I'm going to escape.
I've got to.
I bet she is not as juicy as the one I did.
You what?
He's in for rape, isn't he?
Good, was she?
Better than you lot could ever imagine.
Bobby Emmell on our corner got married at sixteen.
He gets it every night.
Married?
What a mug.
You see, the best part is taking it
when it is not being offered.
I wouldn't mind having a go
at the governor's daughter.
Hello, Dad.
Elizabeth.
I'm home.
As you insisted.
Well, you can't stay in London
in the middle of the blitz.
I'd be in Paris if it wasn't
for this stupid war.
You can't blame me
for the Germans being in Paris.
I blame all men for war.
Don't talk nonsense, Elizabeth.
I'm an artist. How am I expected
to paint here?
Well, if you are really serious about it,
well, surely you can paint anywhere.
You're hopeless.
Elizabeth...
Look, dad, don't treat me
like one of your prisoners.
What are you looking for?
You know, a map book.
What kind of book would that be?
A book of pictures of... just pictures.
Comic books are over there.
Brilliant! Great, thanks.
And you're our Irish rebel,
am I right?
Only one, as far as I know.
I've got the very thing for you.
by Frank Harrison.
The life of Oscar Wilde...
I'm not interested in Oscar Wilde.
Blasphemy!
Fellow Irishman, fellow jailbird
and rebel...
You know what he was done for, don't you?
I know there aren't any songs about him.
Which is odd, for a rebel.
He was put in jail for buggering
the son of the marquis of Queensbury.
Shocking, what?
He was no Irishman if he was up to that caper.
No, local history.
What have you got on local history?
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