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Slasher.

Here, look at this.

It's had a nightmare.

There's more where

that came from, Carlin.

You just keep

your f***ing mouth closed!

You ain't no daddy here.

Carlin.

Yes, sir.

- What happened to your face, Carlin?

- I fell, sir.

Fell where?

Quiet! Speak when I tell you.

Somebody hit you, eh?

- Answer! Somebody hit you?

- No, sir.

We know about you, sonny.

Who was it?

I fell, sir. On the stairs.

Wasn't used to the concrete steps.

Me own fault.

I want none of your tricks here, laddie.

- Understand that?

- Yes, sir.

Any more of this

and you're in trouble, real trouble.

- Understand?

- Yes, sir.

Well, move yourself,

you light-fingered guttersnipe. Move!

You're on governor's report!

- 4568,Jackson, sir.

- Late, Jackson?

No. They were one surplus

in the kitchen. So they sent me to you.

Then get over there and get shoveling.

Oh, look at that!

All over my hair!

Quiet, Jackson! Or do we want

Mr. Teezy-Weezy in there with you?

I only washed it last night, sir.

Quiet, you little poof.

And keep shoveling.

- Sir?

- What is it, Angel?

- Can I go to the toilet, sir?

- No, you can't. Keep shoveling.

- But, sir, I'm bursting.

- Keep shoveling!

- Woods!

- Yes, sir?

- What are you supposed to be doing?

- What, sir?

- Oh, shoveling, sir.

- Then shovel it in the barrow! Savvy?

When we want it the other side of the

channel, we'll let you know, lad. Right?

Yes, sir.

Keep it moving.

It's not sand castles on Margate Beach.

Come on, Archer, no slacking from you,

you long streak of cabbage!

Sometimes, some days,

I somehow get the strangest notion

they're trying to break my spirit.

Yeah, well, you're asking for it,

ain't you, mate?

Get some bleeding boots on your feet.

- What do you want?

- Brought you my radio.

You can borrow it

till you get one sent in.

- No thanks. I don't need one.

- It's up to you, mate.

There's three of us

in our dorm's got one,

so we ain't gonna

miss this one, are we?

I'll leave it over here, right?

You can let us have it back later

if you don't want it.

"Anyway, your dad will decide

and find homes for them.

You'll still have Bessie

when you come home,

but we can't hang on

to the pups forever,

since we don't know

when you'll be coming home.

So, we hope this finds you

as it leaves us, Donald.

Let us know how you are getting on,

and be a good lad.

Have to dash to catch the post.

Love from Mum and Dad. "

They can't get rid of the pups,

can they, Ben?

I mean, they'll hang on till I get out,

then I can take care of them.

I'll get a job.

Then I can buy their grub for 'em.

Will you write me

a letter back tonight, Ben?

We'll see.

Read it again for now, eh, Ben?

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