Journey's End Page #5

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(CHUCKLES) Oh, stop it!

(LAUGHS)

Your hands are cold.

(BLOWS)

Bless you.

(MUMBLES)

Just sleep.

Sleep.

(SIGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Good night, lad.

Good night, Mr Trotter.

(BOTTLE THUDS)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERS) All good, men.

(CHUCKLES) Knockity knees, Evans.

It's me elbows now, sir.

Just need a bit of greasing.

Anyone seen a skylark?

SOLDIER:
They're all up at Wipers, sir,

crapping on the French.

Sir.

Yeah.

CO wants to see you, sir.

What, now?

Yes, now, sir.

Tell Mr Raleigh to step up,

Sergeant Major.

Yes, sir.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

OFFICER:
Yes, sir.

I'll put you through.

Good morning, Stanhope.

Sir.

Take a pew.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

D Company's German deserter.

He says the attack's coming the 21st.

Thursday. Day after tomorrow.

Once it does come, we can't expect

much support from behind.

No reinforcements, sir?

You're to stay where you are for

as long as you can. Slow them down.

As long as we can, sir?

Our orders are to stay put.

Let them come to us.

And that's it, sir?

That's it.

Cheerio, Stanhope.

Cheerio, sir.

Send in Captain Willis, will you?

Sir.

Captain Willis.

Stand down!

SERGEANT MAJOR:
Stand down!

Stand down!

Well done, men. Well done, Evans.

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There you go, sir.

Right.

Uh, thank you, Turner.

Need me to teach you how to shave, lad?

(LAUGHTER)

Can you smell that? Eh?

Nothing like a fat rasher of bacon

when you're famished.

Come on, Mr Raleigh.

Right.

TROTTER:
Bacon, Mason!

Bread, sir.

Thank you.

Pass the jam, please, Raleigh.

OSBORNE:
It's strawberry.

Mmm.

MASON:
There you go.

Glad we polished off the raspberry.

All the pips were getting stuck

behind me plate.

That's me. I'm done.

Cheery soul.

Mmm.

You know, I feel like

I've been here ages

and we've still another five days to go.

It's funny to think of the Boche

being so close.

OSBORNE:
Yes. About the

width of a rugby field.

What, do you play?

No.

Well, I used to.

Mostly reffing at school

these last few years.

You were a schoolmaster?

I don't mind schoolmasters.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I used to play for the Harlequins.

No!

Mmm. And England on one occasion.

You played for England?

Shh. It was a long time ago.

Don't breeze about it.

Don't any of the others know?

Doesn't really make

much difference out here.

Well, I should write a letter

to my sister.

(HIBBERT TREMBLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This coming Thursday.

The 21st?

Mmm-hmm.

My birthday's on the 22nd.

I'm sure the Boche

have taken that into account.

Well, all me parcels will be delayed.

That's if anyone

still loves you, Trotter.

Sergeant Major's got the men

preparing the wire.

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