Waterloo Road Page #4

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Corporal, see this man on his train as far as

Clapham Junction and make sure he stays on it.

- Yes, sir.

- That's all.

In here. Corner seat.

Well, anything for a break.

Fag, Jim?

Thanks, Bob.

Come up to see the girl?

- Married already, perhaps?

- Uh-huh.

- Children?

- Nope.

You're in tanks, eh?

What was your trade? Motor mechanic?

No, I worked here. Locomotive repair shop.

Studying to be an engineer.

Doing nicely till the war.

Hard lines.

It happened to plenty of others.

We were going to move into a little house

down the line. Own patch of garden.

It'd have been a change

from the Waterloo Road.

Yes?

Nice day, innit?

- Here, let me.

- Oh, thank you very much.

- That's really very kind of you.

- There you are.

(Whistle screeches)

- Anyone sitting here, chum?

- No, that's OK.

Cigarette, pal?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Help yourself.

Yeah, me too.

Canadian Red Cap right behind your guy.

Follow me.

- How long have you been playing hooky?

- Since this morning.

Hell, you're only a beginner. Follow me.

I've been absent without leave six weeks.

Stick to me. I've got the whole situation taped.

Go ahead.

Act normal, fellas. MPs.

Keep your head down and make a dive for it.

OK.

Let's beat it out of here.

- OK, go ahead.

- Thanks.

All in a day's work.

Where are you headed for?

Waterloo Road.

I guess they're watching all the exits.

Is that so? OK, follow me.

I've got my own private exit. Close the door.

Got blitzed in here.

Condemned, they say. Unsafe or something.

Hop through there and you're on the street.

You can take care of yourself then.

- OK, thanks a lot, Canada.

- Duggan 's the name. Mike Duggan.

Say, don't get me wrong. I'm no shirker.

Gosh, I joined up for action.

Recruiting day in Toronto.

Bagpipes and the maple leaf forever.

What do I get? A whole year of square-bashing

and making daisy chains.

Felt the same myself. Be seeing you.

I stick around here.

Dodging Red Caps gives me an interest in life.

- So long.

- So long. Good luck.

See you in the clink.

(Knocking)

- Jim!

- Hello, Mother.

How are you, Mum? OK?

Jim...

Why, Mum.

- Now, now, now, there's nothing to cry about.

- I can't help it, Jim.

I know, I know. You're just pleased to see me.

There there, you silly girl.

Come on, turn it up.

Gawd, you're a fine one, and no mistake.

Here. There, that's better.

Come on.

Give us a smile. Come on.

You would have to take the hankie

I've only just ironed.

That's more like you.

Haven't changed a bit, have you, eh?

(Laughs) Feel better now?

I was a bit tired. I'm sorry, Jim.

I'll get you something to eat.

You must be hungry.

Never mind about that now.

You come and sit down.

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