Farewell to the King Page #3

Remember, you're British.

No, sir. I'm African, sir.

Kikuyu, the King's African Rifles.

I'm almost a savage.

You're British, sir.

Yes, thank you, Hornbill.

This is Semit One,

acknowledging end of transmission.

Over and out.

Your reply from Hornbill, sir.

"As far as your mad American,

make use of him as necessary...

"but arrange earliest possible evacuation."

- Yes, we could expect that, eh, Lionel?

- Yes, sir.

Can't have any kings

save the one in London, sir.

You think she understood us, sir?

Yes. Maybe not the words,

but she understood.

Morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

I hope you know, sir,

those are the largest boots in all of Asia.

And perhaps the world, for that matter.

Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.

I'll be damned.

You! Yeah, you!

- You did this with your radio!

- Yes, we have a radio. You know that.

Well, the Japs heard it.

They know you're here.

Well, more or less.

If we can hear them, they can hear us.

And if we stay on a bit too long,

they can triangulate...

and I suppose we stayed on too long!

Look, I'm sorry.

Well, it's simple then.

I kill you and break your radio!

Well, they'll just send another man

with another radio!

Listen, you can no longer avoid history!

- I'm sorry. I've said that!

- Shut up. History?

The world's so full of crap,

sooner or later, you're gonna step in it.

You call that history?

It won't go away.

You've got some feathers in your hair.

I want a deal.

A treaty. An ambassador with a sash.

The whole banana.

- Who's the boss?

- Colonel Ferguson, Zed Force.

No, no, no! The kingfish! The big guy!

- The banana! Top guy!

- That'll be MacArthur.

MacArthur? You expect me to make a deal

with the guy that ran out on me?

He came back.

- Well, I'll forgive him.

- He'll be grateful.

Yes, I'll bet so.

- What do you want?

- Freedom to be like we are.

- Anything else?

- Guns. So they can't take the freedom away.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

And grenades, mortars and mines,

so they can't take the guns away.

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

No treaty, no war.

You'll do it all right. You'll do it.

I know your bosses.

You made us hungry. You hurt us.

Worst of all, you hurt our feelings.

I know,

because I was in the labor movement.

I was a renegade. I was in jail.

Hell, I was a Communist!

If you were a Communist...

how can you be a king?

Only a Communist would've thought of it.

I wouldn't stay in there too long.

That's where the pigs sh*t.

Parachutes. Parachutes.

Well, what do you think?

Knocked them in the eye, eh, Your Majesty?

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