The Bridge on the River Kwai Page #5

Sir, we're lost in the jungle,

a thousand miles from anywhere.

We're under a man who'll stop at

nothing to get his way. Principle!

No one will ever know or care

what happens to us.

Give in, sir. Please!

I'm adamant.

I will not have an officer

from my battalion working as a coolie.

- Time.

- All right.

Please thank those concerned.

Everybody in the hospital

contributed one piece.

Reynolds stole the coconut.

We'll be able to get you

food sometimes.

We've bribed one of your guards.

Goodbye, sir. And good luck.

Many thanks.

Did you say that American

was killed?

Yes, sir. Shot and drowned.

It's insane to plan escapes.

Three men killed, and to what end?

Time!

Here is where we must win through.

Doc just looked at us and shook

his head. Whatever that means.

Means only one thing,

the colonel won't give in.

Well?

It's like this.

Colonel Nicholson

won't give in to force.

It's a question of principle.

As medical officer, I protest

the way he's being treated.

It's a wonder he's still alive.

Should a tragedy occur,

it would be tantamount to murder.

He is responsible.

Not I.

You sick?

Are they both mad?

Or am I going mad?

Or is it the sun?

Attention!

Battalion, attention.

English prisoners.

Let us ask the question...

...why does the bridge not progress?

You know why,

because your officers are lazy!

They think themselves too good

to share your burden.

This is not just.

Therefore, you are not happy

in your work.

Therefore, the bridge

does not progress.

But there is another cause.

I do not hide the truth.

With deep shame and regret...

...I admit to you the failure...

...of a member of the Japanese staff.

I refer to Lieutenant Miura.

He is a bad engineer.

He is unworthy of command.

Therefore, I have removed him

from his post.

Tomorrow we begin again.

I shall be in personal command.

Today we rest.

All work and no play

make Jack a dull boy!

As token of regard

for your efforts in the future...

...I give presents to you all.

Let us be happy in our work.

Company, dismissed.

Battalion, dismissed.

Hey, take a look at this.

Red Cross! He's given us our-

Hey, he's given us

our own Red Cross parcels.

"Tomorrow we begin again. "

Hey, Harry, look!

They're letting the old man out.

Most likely going to give him

another pasting.

Good evening, colonel.

Do you mind sitting over here?

I am having rather a late supper.

English corned beef.

No, thank you.

Produce of Scotland.

I prefer it to sake.

I spent three years in London,

you know.

I studied at the London Polytechnic.

Cheers!

Sorry.

Later, perhaps?

Perhaps.

I was not a good artist.

My father disapproved.

He felt I belonged in the army.

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