Journey's End Page #3

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with the apricots.

Very good, sir.

My stuff, should I unpack here?

No, no, no. You're through there.

Take a light with you, Jimmy.

Thank you.

It's dark.

Nice meeting you, Jimmy.

And you, sir.

Uncle.

(SIGHS)

When you've cleared up here, Watson,

move on further down the line.

Then get some kip.

Thank you, sir.

Foul trenches. Rusty bombs.

Damp rifle grenades.

The whole place is a disgrace!

This dugout smells like a cesspit.

Mason!

Just bringing the soup, sir.

Damn the soup! Bring some whisky!

Stanhope.

Bloody Captain Hardy. Oh, if I see him,

I'll give him a piece of my mind.

Stanhope.

Hello, Stanhope.

I was told to report

to your company, sir.

Well, you said I should come

and find you if I ever join up.

Sir. Evening.

There's been a terrible tragedy,

Trotter.

Mason's tinned pineapples, you see,

they turn out to be apricots.

TROTTER:
Mmm, give me apricots every time.

Pineapple chunks

are too bleedin' sickly.

MASON:
Dinner is served.

OSBORNE:
Mmm. Oh, good.

Come along, Uncle. You sit here and...

Raleigh, you better sit there.

Not now.

Budge over.

Trotter.

Raleigh. How do you do?

You haven't been in the army

five minutes, have you?

RALEIGH:
No. Yes. No, uh...

I had eight weeks' training

at Salisbury Plain.

And I was in the Corps at school.

Mason, what sort of a soup is this?

Yellow soup, sir.

Mmm, it has a very deep yellow flavour.

Pepper, Mason. (SLURPS)

I'm sorry, sir.

When the, uh, mess box was packed,

the pepper was omitted.

Why wasn't it packed, Mason?

Oh, come on, we need pepper.

It was missed, sir.

Do you wanna go back upstairs

in the trench?

Turner!

Sir.

Run over to A Company

and ask Captain Willis,

with my compliments,

if he can lend me a little pepper.

Sir.

A screw of pepper,

that's what you ask for.

War's bad enough with pepper.

Without it, bleedin' awful.

Hmm.

Go on. Eat your soup.

(WHISTLES)

(WHISPERS) Hey,

I wouldn't go down that way, chum.

TURNER:
Captain sent me.

WATSON:
You'll get your

bloody head blown off.

(TURNER BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANING)

(LAUGHTER)

Jammy tosser!

What's this?

Meat, sir.

Yeah, what sort?

Well, sort of a cutlet.

There's cutlets

and there's cutlets, Mason.

Oh, yeah. Uh, this one's a cutlet.

Trotter goes back on duty

directly he's had supper.

Oh, no.

Now, in fact.

I haven't had me apricots yet.

They won't spoil.

TROTTER:
Never known nothing

like a war for upsetting meals.

I'm always on call when me grub's up.

Because you never stop eating.

Trotter's relieving

the other platoon commander, Hibbert.

You best go with him, to learn.

Go and fetch your stuff.

(CLEARS THROAT) Yes, sir.

Cigarette?

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