The Mark 666 & the New World Order Page #3

- Look at him. Bastard.

- Get up!

Gambling.

- They bowl while the houses fall down.

- Gambling.

- Look at the church. We don't even...

- All the sickness that's been

- coming in from the marsh.

- Who's taking care of you?

- No one.

- That's all it is,

- just dying and sickness and all that.

- Hey, I saw a body

- in the mud.

- You're a liar!

- I saw a leg in the bed.

- You are a liar!

- Four people died last night...

- Why was the leg in the bed?

- ... and they're eating 'em.

- Why was the leg in the bed?

Thieves! Jackals! Lash their feet!

You're looking rather well, Smith.

Been enjoying yourself, have you?

Been enjoying yourself mightily,

I expect.

You were sent to relieve our situation,

not to pleasure yourself.

We here have suffered.

I'll ignore the stories which

bring officials only disrepute.

No speeches, Smith. Things are different now.

We can't allow cheek.

Allow cheek, and we shall have chaos.

I wear the medal now. I am President,

and you have been stripped of your captaincy.

Are you qualified to pass judgment on me?

Well, that really needn't

concern us at the moment.

'Tis a pity you were not here

at the time of your trial to defend yourself.

I presume you were too afraid,

too guilty to return.

- My trial?

- Yes.

You were indicted upon a chapter in Leviticus

and tried during the

period of your desertion.

Our law is speedy here.

Been keeping all the good

food for himself, Smith.

Giving us rotten corn.

You, sir, have no other eyes and ears

than those which grow on Smith's head here.

He does nothing but tend his

own pot, his spit and oven.

I have shared all. I have

kept nothing for myself.

- Nothing!

- His name is not even Wingfield.

It's Woodson.

Woodson is the name.

Left England under a cloud of disgrace.

Seize them. Seize them!

Any man impeding the punishment

of these rogues will be dealt with harshly.

Here.

There's no sense in waiting

for a trial. This is mutiny.

I dispatch you herewith

in the name of the king.

Dead as an herring. Serves him right.

I can ratify what Mr. Argall said.

Were we in England I should

be ashamed to let my servant

- keep company with such fellows.

- You never had a servant.

You were a servant. I ate a single chicken,

and that when I were ill.

Small here has eaten six,

a number of which he could

not be troubled to cook.

- I say Captain Smith should lead us.

- Aye.

Tell her.

Tell her what?

"I love you,

but I cannot love you"?

It was a dream.

Now I am awake.

Look who wandered in.

What should we do with him?

Nothing.

He's mad,

harmless.

It's yours.

Take it home.

It's a dud.

On the Swiss step, withdraw! March!

- St. George! St... St. George!

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