A Canterbury Tale Page #3

This guy may be dangerous.

Have you got a gun?

This is Chillingbourne, Sergeant Johnson,

not Chicago.

- Better use your torch.

- Say, what kind of a crack is that?

I come from Oregon.

Getting tired

of this old Glue Man spoiling our games.

You shouldn't be.

It saves you money the way you play.

I wonder when they're gonna

give us our electric light.

Oi. There's a light in the courtroom.

- There's someone in there.

- Yeah.

- Ready?

- Yes.

Come on.

Let's take him by surprise.

- Anything wrong, Bassett?

- Sorry, Mr. Colpeper.

We didn't know you were still up here.

I see. All right. Can you make me a cup of tea?

I'm sure you've got a kettle on downstairs.

- Here's my cup.

- Yes, sir.

- Sir, the Glue Man's out again.

- How do you know?

An American soldier

and a girl chased him here, sir.

What girl? What American?

Well, the girl who was the incident, sir.

Isn't that right?

Yes, Sergeant.

She's come to work for you, sir.

On your farm.

She's a land girl.

There must be some mistake.

You say they chased the Glue Man here?

Yes, sir. They insist he's somewhere

inside this building.

Well, what are you standing

talking for, Bassett? Get on and search it.

Yes, sir.

- Gee, what a job.

- Is it coming out?

- Beg your pardon, ma'am?

- Any better?

Well, I've got considerable on me,

so there must be less on you...

but there's still plenty on you.

Here you are, miss.

What on earth am I to do?

Soap's no good.

Hot water's the only thing.

- Miss Grainger's boiling a kettle.

- You seem to be an expert.

- She's the 11th incident.

- What about this glue-throwing character?

Captain, you don't mean to say

you let him get away from you?

He got away- if ever he were inside.

- Now we shan't be long, deary.

- Nice work.

Put another kettle on, Miss Grainger,

and make some tea.

Mr. Colpeper's fire-watching.

Oi. Here's his cup.

- Who's Mr. Colpeper?

- Magistrate. Wants to see you.

Oh, he does?

Okay, ma'am?

- Mmm.

- Let's give it another whirl with the hot water.

I guess Mr. Colpeper can wait a while.

Here. We know how to handle this.

Still a bit sticky, sir.

Glad to meet you.

Welcome to Chillingbourne.

You're the first American soldier we've seen.

- Bad luck missing your train, Sergeant, uh -

- Johnson, sir.

Johnson.

- Say, what's that?

- That's the old ducking stool.

Very sensibly used

for silencing talkative women.

Hi! Hi!

Are you there, Mr. Colpeper?

Excuse me.

- That you, Brooks?

- You're showing a light, sir.

Sorry, Brooks.

Very careless of me.

We take our blackout seriously in East Kent.

This your first time in England?

- Yes, sir.

- Do you like it?

Sure, but I haven't seen

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