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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 me 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?

- Lf 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.

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