The Looking Glass War Page #4

Peace is a dream.

l spit on it.

That's a hell of a way to talk.

l'd cut my throat if l felt like that.

War's hell, that's what war is.

We're praying for peace

in this country.

What is that on the table?

What am l supposed to do with it,

shoot rabbits?

lt's for blowing a poor bugger's

brains out.

That's a fine thing to say.

At the table, while we're eating!

ln view of circumstances, sir...

...l think we owe the lady an apology.

Carol.

What?

Oh, sorry. More potatoes?

No, l'm sorry.

l think l've been rude.

Mrs. King's husband was killed

in our service.

l see.

So they take care of you?

You keep this house for them?

What are you asking questions for?

Why do you need to know?

lt must be strange to lose a man...

...to have a life

you never expected to have...

...to give away his clothes...

...to make love to another man,

it must be strange.

Well, that just about takes

the bloody cake!

Oh, shut up!

What do you know about it?

-What did the child put away?

-The green truck, two dolls...

-...one with a hairy face.

-How many gun barrels?

Thirty-eight thousand,

four hundred and sixty-three.

ls this mine?

-Johnson.

-Sir.

-Sit down.

-Sir.

Load this.

Most dangerous thing there is,

an unloaded gun.

We'll all be safer this way.

Ball.

Oh, no.

Hed been drinking.

His fake passport, his own passport,

were in the same pocket.

It was stupid!

Oh, for Gods sake!

You can talk.

The driver is a secure sort of person.

lf we're going to do this job,

let's do it with some precision.

The risk's too great.

l'm a surgeon, John.

The risk of war is like the idea

of my patient dying under my knife.

l don't let myself think of it.

-What about the film?

-No film.

That clinches it.

They've killed our man.

Well, the police have listed it

as an accident.

They'd have to do that then,

wouldn't they?

Read it.

You're officially my new assistant.

Signed by the minister himself.

Red ink.

Its traditional.

Hello?

Oh, l'll see.

-Your wife.

-Here he is!

No, no.

No, l'm sorry.

He's not here.

Goodbye.

Come on, come on.

You have to get on and get off.

-A child could home in on that lot.

-What's wrong with it?

Wrong? Oh, there's nothing wrong.

We just don't have time, do we?

l mean, you don't learn your wireless

overnight, do you?

l mean, there's more to it than that.

When l'm sending,

you can damn well listen.

You forgot your safety.

A back shift in the ninth group.

You drop that, we know

they've got you.

You wouldn't mind that, would you?

Away and chase yourself, sonny.

l have to get some sleep.

We'll sort you out in the morning.

Well, Avery, why don't you

get on with it.

Never trust anybody.

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