King Rat Page #3

- I know we agreed!

You were dying.

And why do we collect them?

It's pure protein.

For the hospital, for the seriously sick.

You were sick, remember?

You were dying.

- I really ate them, did I?

- You asked for second helpings.

Well, next time, I want to know.

And that's a bloody order.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Huh?

- Okay, I'll take it.

- Right.

Col. Smedley-Taylor said

two of your men were fighting.

Only two? That's a change. Who?

Cpl. Townsend and

Pvt. Gurble. I've got them in jail.

- I'll deal with them after roll call.

- Sir?

Pity about Marlowe's Ronson,

wasn't it?

Yes, he should have been more

careful. Mug's game, gambling.

- Do you mind if I see them alone?

- No, sir.

Let them out, will you?

Right. Why were you fighting? I want

the truth now, no flannel. Townsend?

Well? I'm waiting.

This bloody sod accused me

of stealing me mate's grub.

- You were.

- That's enough of that.

If you have a charge to make, make it.

Come on. We haven't got all night.

It's my month on cookhouse detail,

and today we had 184 to cook for.

- He's me best mate, and I trusted him.

- I never touched a grain. I swear.

When I got back, we were short

two blokes' rations.

- I know, but I never touched it.

- Were they short?

- Sir, I never touched them.

- Were they short like he said?

Yes, sir.

Check the weights.

- I checked them under his nose.

- We must check them again.

Lead the way, will you? We'll go

to the storehouse and settle it.

That day, on my last leave...

...she said...

I said, " I'll always keep myself

clean for you."

Oh, God, I'll make any sort

of a bargain with you.

Just don't let her think that I'm dead.

Don't let her think that I'm dead.

As far as I'm concerned,

Gurble, the case is proved.

You're out of my regiment.

You're dead. You don't exist.

You keep your mouth shut.

- My bloody oath...

- Keep your mouth shut!

The news was good last night.

We're only 30 miles from where

the flying fishes play.

By the way, I nearly forgot. The wife

asked if you'd like to come to dinner.

We're just having a few people in,

nothing formal.

Would you say thank you to her?

But I have a dinner engagement.

Well, there it is. Good.

Another time, perhaps. Good.

That was my mistake the other day.

I got stupid. I offered the dough

because I wanted to thank you.

It's okay. I got a lousy temper and an

awful accent. I sound toffee-nosed.

You British insult easy. Can't catch

one of these cruds passing up a buck.

Nothing. Go find Prouty in the

Garden of Eden and finish the deal.

I'm different from Hawkins.

I let my doggy off the leash.

Look, can I offer you a Kooa?

I mean, is that all right?

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