King Rat

Welcome to Changi, sir.
Thank God somebody here is normal.
l'm Capt. Weaver. l've been sent
to look after the camp...

...until the main lot arrives,
which could be any moment now.

l began to wonder if there was
something wrong with me.

Most of them are in a state of shock, sir.
lt's been a long time.

Yes, l suppose it has.
-You're not British, are you?
-No, l'm American, sir. Cpl. King.

There are a few of us colonials
scattered around.

Maj. Brough is our officer.
Maybe you'd like to meet him.

Yes. Yes, of course.
Who are those poor sorts, corporal?
Just some of the guys. Officers.

These are officers' huts.
The enlisted men are inside the wall.

-Are they all like that?

Do they all look like that?
-Then why are you so different?

Why are you so different?
-How do you mean, sir?
-Why are you dressed properly...

...and they're in rags?
No harm in looking after your clothes,
is there?