Carry On ... Follow That Camel Page #2

Ah, well, Simpson, the... the time

has come to say

goodbye, old friend.

No, sir, I can't do it.

I can't leave you

here like this. I'm

going to join the

Foreign Legion, too.

Oh, Simpson.

Simmy.

Not in front of the natives, sir.

- Oh.

- Sorry, sir.

Shall I er...? Shall I knock now?

- Please do that, Simpson.

- Excuse me, sir.

Kommandant, I think there is

someone knocking at the gate.

The nerve of the dogs. Do they

expect me to let them in?

Ah, perhaps that would

be the wisest move.

- Never. Over your dead body.

- Ooh.

I've got something in store for

them they didn't bargain for.

Move out the cannon

and load with grape.

And if you haven't got any grape,

load with some other fruit.

Come on, you men. Move out the

cannons. Get out your grapes.

Perhaps they don't want

our services, sir.

Nonsense. They're always

looking for recruits.

They'll welcome us with open arms.

Get out your grapes.

There, what did I tell you?

Fire.

So, you came to join

the Foreign Legion?

Yes, we keep telling you that.

Are you aware this place has

just been under heavy attack?

How do I know you are

not one of them?

Oh, no, sir.

Spies. Sent in here

to learn our secrets.

Spies? How dare you, sir.

We are English gentlemen.

Don't talk to me about

your English gentlemen's.

I have seen what you

scribble on the

walls of your English gentlemen's.

Mr West has never

so much as raised a

finger to a wall.

He's a man of honour.

If he is a man of

so much honour, why

does he need to join

the Foreign Legion?

I can't tell you that.

Ah, so. Perhaps you

lost your honour

on the playing fields of Eton.

That was not Mr West's fault.

There was a gardener's daughter...

Simpson.

So, good. You can enlist.

But be careful, you

will be watched.

At the first sign of any

treachery, the firing squad.

The firing squad? Oh,

we'll enjoy that, sir.

- Mr West is an excellent shot.

- Le Pice. Take them away.

Yes, Kommandant Burger.

Recruits. Attention.

Right turn.

Quick march.

- After you, sir.

- No, that's all right.

- Oh, I insist.

- No, Simpson.

Get out.

- Le Pice.

- Yes, Herr Kommandant.

Turn them over to the

colour sergeant.

He will make soldiers of them.

Oh, er... didn't you know, sir?

Sergeant Nocker hasn't

returned from patrol yet.

Not back yet? But it's been six

days. Was he by himself again?

Ah, sugar date, hold

it right here, sugar.

Sergeant, do you

have to go back now?

Oh, come on, sugar date.

I explained to you.

We had six wonderful

days together.

Heaven. It was great.

It really was swinging.

But, baby, I belong here.

I've got my work to do.

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