:14:00
I think I would have
preferred BarlinnieJail.
:14:03
Good night.
:14:05
- Scott.
- Colonel.
:14:29
- The bottle's three quarters empty.
- Nonsense. It's a quarter full.
:14:36
Have I been such a bad colonel, Charlie?
Have I?
:14:39
- Never knew a better.
- Och, man. Stop your fibbing.
:14:43
- Honest to God. Why, the war, old boy
- Old boy, old boy, old boy.
:14:48
You asked me and I told you.
For God's sake, chum.
:14:56
- Do you really think that, Charlie?
- Sure. Absolutely.
:15:01
It's no right.
:15:03
You nurse them from Alamein to Casino,
from Dover to Berlin...
:15:06
just to get some spry wee gent
put over your head at the end.
:15:10
It's no fair, it isn't.
:15:15
Och. He's here now.
:15:19
The "new boy," he called himself...
:15:21
all in his mufti.
:15:26
I fancy the poor laddie's
got tabs in place of tits.
:15:29
Pass the bottle.
There's a good chum.
:15:32
Do you think we can
dispense with glasses?
:15:34
- Aye.
- Hmm?
:15:36
If anyone has the right
to get fool tonight...
:15:38
it's Jock Sinclair
and his friend Charlie Scott.
:15:41
Did you hear him say that
about the whiskey?
:15:44
- He doesn't drink it, says he.
- Sad.
:15:48
He had no right to come blowing
in here like that without warning.
:15:53
- It was bad form, that's what it was.
- Hmm.
:15:59
And whatever way you look at it,
they'd no right to put him in above me.