Too Late the Hero Page #2

"When this mission comes along,

he'd say, 'Not me, buddy.'"

Go on, get out of here.

I don't have time for you.

From what I hear, the British

won't have time for your selfish...

I hope they get your goddamn head

shot off for you.

I'm sure we'll get along just fine, sir.

They're gonna love him.

Come on, scram!

- Toss it up, sir.

- You guys aren't in a hurry, are you?

You know something? I don't think

that clown's happy in the service.

Ain't it the living truth.

That bum wouldn't be happy anywhere.

Let's go.

Okay, back it in.

That's it.

A little to the left.

Hi.

- Boat's waiting, sir.

- What boat?

There's your boat, Lieutenant.

Thanks a whole lot.

Have a nice trip, Lieutenant.

Left, left, left, right, left!

Makes me a bloody foolish sight.

That's what.

Right, left! Keep those arms up.

Water's hard enough to come by.

Wash out those water barrels!

Get them off my square!

Keep those arms free, keep those heads up!

Go and get that man in the rear

or I'll keep dragging you all day!

Get those water barrels off my square!

Okay, bookie's off the course. No more bets.

Ready, set, go!

Connolly.

Your bleeding horse

is being left at the post.

That's not fair, Tosh!

Why not?

My jockey's only using his whip, ain't he?

If your bloke

doesn't wake his bloody ideas up...

you're gonna owe me two packets of fags.

He's right, Connolly.

Even you can run faster than that pig.

All the same, it isn't fair.

Away and pick your nose,

you mooning Mary!

But it isn't fair, Campbell. Look at that!

Objection! Stewart's inquiry!

Gentlemen, objection sustained!

This bloody horse has been doped.

What the hell do you think

you're playing at?

Don't argue with the steward, laddie.

I've a mind to report you to the Jockey Club.

Leave him be.

I think his brains have come loose.

Yeah, you better watch it, Thornton.

All right, let's have you!

Cpl. McLean, get those men fell in.

Scott, right marker here.

One straight line, come on.

- Corporal.

- Sir.

Away and find Pvts. Rogers,

Currie, Rafferty, and Pvt. Riddle.

What's up then, Sarge?

Nothing to worry you.

- Good morning, sir!

- Howdy.

Commanding Officer apologizes.

He would have greeted you personally.

- It's okay.

- He's just come back from a reconnaissance.

Col. Thompson is waiting, sir.

If you'll come with me.

- Lf you'll come with me, sir.

- Right.

I'm excused duties, Sergeant.

Is that right?

Listen, laddie, we've had your stripes.

You make it necessary,

and I will personally crucify you.

You're on that list

because I put you there myself.

If you want a personal interview,

you can have it.

And you'll likely find yourself

facing a court-martial...

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