:08:01
Tell me about yourself...
:08:03
What I hope I'm saying about England
is that we have no submachine guns,
:08:08
no rimless cartridges, percussion
grenades, field artillery, no tanks much,
:08:13
no anti-tanks ever,
no dive bombers, no bombs,
:08:17
and we invented shrapnel.
Knew him well... His son.
:08:20
I can't, I fear, I can't march properly
on my own as an officer in the public eye.
:08:27
Isn't that sickening
when that happens to a chap?
:08:30
Couldn't your drill instructor
do something?
:08:33
A quick jab up the crutch.
With a broom?
:08:43
"They're Coming."
"They're Coming" by EC Grapple MC VD.
:08:49
And scar.
:08:50
"They're Coming."
:08:54
They're coming from the shires
Coming from the byres
:08:56
They're coming from the cities and towns
:08:59
They're coming from the factories
They're coming from the farms...
:09:04
- You married?
- No, I play the harmonica.
:09:06
I'm coming after you civil reservists
to see if you can remember about rifles
:09:11
and thumbs down the seams
of your slacks,
:09:13
into your pink civvy thoughts
with my big black boots,
:09:17
bearing a big, black, knobbly stick.
:09:20
So take a hold of yourselves. Stand still.
:09:23
- Face your front.
- I am.
:09:24
Squad, 'shun!
:09:27
- Down them rifles.
- Rifles!
:09:30
- Splinter.
- Slope arms.
:09:32
Two, three, across...
:09:35
- Hands...
- Down!
:09:37
Throw them rifles.
:09:38
- Will advance.
- Front, Clapper.
:09:40
- Splinter.
- By the right, quick march.
:09:44
Left, right, left, right, left...
:09:48
Coming dressed in overalls...
:09:50
- Retire. About.
- Coming with umbrellas...
:09:53
- Coming bringing gifts...
- Turn!
:09:57
Stand still. Those two men, about.