"(BIRDSONG)" "(SINGS TUNELESSLY)" "♪ Ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta... ta-ta ♪ (MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" "(MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" "(MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" "Phwaooow!" "(MIMICS EXPLOSION)" "(BLOWS AIR)" "(BLOWS AIR)" "(AEROPLANE ENGINE RUMBLES)" "Oh, yeah." "(MUMBLES AND SPITS)" "(MIMICS SPITFIRE ENGINES)" "Rrrreeeaarrrrr!" "Wheeeyaaargh... (MIMICS MACHINE-GUN)" "Nyeeeaaarrr... (MIMICS MACHINE-GUN)" "Nyeeeow... whoa!" "Whoa!" "Raaaa... (SPUTTERS)" "(MIMICS EXPLOSION)" "Chh... chh... chh... chhh!" "(MIMICS EXPLOSION)" "They be dead." "Dead, all dead." "Burnt to nothing." "♪ You are my Woodbine" "♪ My only Woodbine" "♪ You make me happy When skies are grey" " ♪ You never know, dear... ♪" " Hatch open!" "Hatch open!" " (MIMICS EXPLOSION)" " How be, Peter?" " What d'you think of that, Willie?" "Good, eh?" " What you doing?" " Parachute drop." "What's it look like?" " Oh, yeah." "Good." "You've got to bend at the knees, see." "That's rule number one." " If you don't?" " You breaks your ankles." "Cor, I bet that'd hurt." "First thing you got to learn, my Uncle Arnold says." "Him showed I." " I'm gonna be a parachuter, see." " I be going to be a commando." " (MIMICS RUSHING WIND) - (MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" " Give us a bit of that apple, Willie." " (MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" "(MIMICS BOMB FALLING)" " Your uncle's a good parachuter, ent he?" " Aye, him is." "He's got medals and all." "Hundreds and hundreds." "(MIMICS BOMB FALLING)" "Can they keep their parachutes?" "Bring 'em home an' that?" "(MIMICS RICOCHET)" "Course they do!" "(MIMICS EXPLOSION)" "That's a good throw, that is." "Near nigh half a bloody mile." "Expect him'll bring I a parachute when he come home." "Two or three if I want 'em." " They be made of silk!" " Summat else is." " What's mean?" " Knickers is." "(BOTH GIGGLE)" "(BOTH MIMIC EXPLOSIONS)" " Hey, I said give us a bit, didn't I?" " Him's a cooker, mind." " What?" " Cookin' apple." "Him unt half sour." " Bist thou giving us a bit?" " You can have the core." "You can have my fist in your face!" "What do I want with a flamin' core, Willie?" " Our dad says it's the best part of the apple!" " Well, your dad's a loony, then." " Him yunt!" " They wouldn't even have him in the Army!" "You shut thee chops!" "Your dad's no blinking good for nothing at all." " I'll tell him." "He won't half sort you out!" " Yeah?" "My dad's got a stripe." "He's in charge of hundreds of men." "Hundreds." "Expect he'll be a general or summat." "That's what our mam says." "And her ought to know, 'cause her cousin's a sergeant." " You dirty devil!" "Right!" " No, Peter, no!" "No, Peter..." " Give in?" " Get off!" " Give in?" " No!" " I'll spit." " I give in, I give in!" " I'll spit right in your face." " I give in." " Swore?" " Yeah." "The apple's gone in the dirt." "You knocked it in the dirt, you loony!" " Who's a loony?" " You be!" "You be!" "Aaaah!" "Oh, no..." " Who is?" "Who is?" " I be!" " Who is?" " (SOBBING) I be..." " Who's a loony?" " I be... (SPITS)" "Take that, anyway..." "You great babby." "Don't you forget it!" "There's dirt on thik apple." "(PETER) Don't make no odds." " Germs!" " What?" "Horrible germs and things." "You'll get stomach-ache, Peter." " Dirt around here's real bad for you, honest." " Bit of dirt never hurt nobody." "You'll be rolling about in terrible agony." "A boy died through eating a dirty apple." "It were on the... on the wireless, honest." "One bite, that's all, and him were dead." "Don't talk so soft." "That's why the RAF drop 'em over Germany, dirty apples." "What for?" "What you on about?" "They do." "So the Germans'll pick 'em up and rub 'em on their German sleeves and then take 'em home and eat 'em and... and die in agony." "It's good, ennit?" "Who told you that?" "If you're having me on, mind..." "It's true, honest." "Cross my heart and hope to die." "The apples'd all smash to bits if they dropped 'em like that." "They're too squishy." "That's why they fly low." "Dive-bombers." "(MIMICS BOMBER)" " Who told you?" " Wallace Wilson did." "Wallace did?" "Yeah." "And Wallace yunt cock of the class for nothing." "Wallace do know what he's on about, Wallace do." "(SPITS) I don't want nern rotten cooker, any road." "Too sour for I." "Give I the shits." " That were a good throw, mind." " Best ever!" "I can throw an apple, mind." "(BIRD SINGS)" " Near nigh as good as Wallace Wilson's." " Better." "I got the best throw in Standard One." "And the most deadliest." "You wouldn't say that to him." "He can hit a butterfly out of the sky." "Shut your chops." "Anyway, we be in Standard Two when we go back." "That's right, Willie, Standard Two." "Yeah." "We shall an' all." "(HOWLS LIKE A DOG)" "(PETER JOINS IN)" "Wonder where Wallace is." "Dunno." "Down the quarry, I shouldn't wonder." "Mooching about." "No, I been down there." "Hey, the Williams gang's there this morning." "They got themselves an old tyre, lucky devils." "Well, I'm not going there, then." " Got any fags?" " Ent none to be had." "Can't get nern a one." " Ant your grancher left none on the mantel?" " No." " Nasty old devil." " Aye." "Him do count 'em now." "Told our dad there were two or three missing." "Eh, I didn't half get a good hiding." "(SNIGGERS)" " Have you got any matches?" " What's the use of a match without a fag?" " We could set light to a gorse bush." " Yeah." "Hey." "Mrs Baker, she caught Wallace Wilson peeing on a gorse bush." " Her didn't?" " Her did." "Last Saturday." "What'd Wallace say?" "Wallace said..." "Wallace said he thought the gorse was on fire and him were trying to put it out!" "But he can pee the highest, Wallace." "I'll give him that." "That Wallace, him... him do have a lot of belly." "And a punch like I don't know what." "Like a donkey." " Him made your teeth rattle, eh, Peter?" " Shut your chops." "I'm number two after Wallace." "Don't you forget it." " I gotta go." " Where you going?" " I'm going to old Donald Duck's." " What for?" " Play football or summat." "I'm easy." " But he ain't got a ball or nothing." " The sissy." "He's scared of everything." " Him scared of his mam, all right." " I wouldn't let her treat me like that." " I saw her hit 'im with a shovel across his yud." " Honest?" " Cut his mouth and his ear an' all." "Come on!" "Whoo-hoo!" "(MIMICS GUNFIRE)" " (MIMICS EXPLOSION) - (PANTING)" "I think I'll go call on Donald Duck." "We be going to collect jam-jars." "That's a waste of time, that is." "I've been looking all over." "They're all bloody gone." "I don't know, mind." "Donald got ninepence last week." " Did he?" " Yeah, he showed I." "He had seven two-pound jars." "That's... that's seven pence, soggy yud!" "And four pound-jars." "Ninepence, see." " Where did he get 'em?" " I don't know." "Somewhere." " Tell us." " I bent be supposed to say, be I?" " You better had, Willie!" " Oh, you leave I alone!" "I'll let you look at my "Dandy"." "If I can get some empty jam-jars, I can buy me own." "If (!" ")" " Anyway, I do have a "Dandy"." " "Beano" is better." "I'd rather have "Dandy"." "It's got Desperate Dan." "Look." "Look at that, a squirrel!" " Get it!" "Get him!" " There he goes!" "(WHOOPING)" "(WILLIE WHOOPS)" " By God, didn't 'im go!" " Like lightning." "He went up there like I don't know what." " We can't get him." "Him have beat us." " It can't jump across to that tree, it's too far." "He's trapped." "We've got him trapped good and proper." " How we gonna get him down?" " Frighten the bugger." " Aye, put the fear of God in 'im!" " Throw stones, knock him down, eh?" "Or climb up." "Get a bit closer." "They got sharp teeth, mind." "Once they get hold of you, they never let go, squirrels don't." " We could capture him live." " We can get a tanner for his tail." "They pays at the police station." "There's a lot I could do with sixpence." " True enough." "Still..." " What's up in thik tree, then?" " Hello, John!" "How be, Raymond?" " How be." " We got us a squirrel, John!" " Have you?" " Where?" " Him's trapped up there!" "Good, ennit?" "Ah, but how are you gonna get him down?" "You bent." "Him'll never come down." " You tell me how you'll get him down." " P-poor l-little devil." "Throw stones, of course!" "Knock him down." "That'll do it." "Nah." "Be better to climb up." "You tell me how you're gonna get him down." " Don't keep on." " Who's gonna climb up there, eh?" "Break your flaming' neck!" "Aaaargh!" "Loony." "Wallace 'ould go up there like a shot." " W-why don't we l-leave him alone?" " Hark at him!" "♪ When the m-m-m-moon shines Over the c-c-c-cowshed ♪" " We ought to put him on show." "Like a circus." " Oh, Willie!" "It would, though, wouldn't it?" "How do we know him's still up there?" "I can't see nothing." " Him ent up there." " Him's there all right." "There!" " Yeah, there he is!" " (ALL WHOOP)" " (MIMICS EXPLOSION)" " Wheeeyaaargh!" "(THEY WHOOP AND MIMIC GUNFIRE)" "(GIRL) Put your nightie on, I'll give you a new napkin, then put you to bed." "And you got to go to sleep now." "And don't you wake me up." "I've given you your supper." "You've had your supper." "Be a good girl and go to sleep." "Now, now, now, go to sleep, Dinah!" "Oh, you are a naughty, naughty, naughty little babby." "Smack her one in the chops, Angela." "That'll keep her quiet." "No." "No, you can't do that." "No smacking." "Not in my house." "There, there, there." "Mummy is with 'oo, den." "You... you can't hit a little babby, Aud." "You'd kill it." "What dost thee know about it, Donald Duck?" "You ant never had a babby." "Smack her arse, Angela." "I be supposed to be daddy, byunt I?" "And don't call me Donald Duck!" "No, don't call him that, Aud." "You are the daddy." "You're coming home from work, aren't you?" "Yes, that's right." "And... and I..." "I'm tired out an' all, working on... on them sawmills." "And I cut my thumb off an all!" "Zzzzh-chop!" "And bang goes my thumb." "Oh, dear, oh dear!" "Oh, poor Donald." " Oh, my poor husband." " (CHUCKLES) It don't half hurt an' all." "And there was blood all over the saw." "And blood all over me." "And blood everywhere." "Blood." "Blood." "Never mind." "I'll put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea." "Let's have four lots of sugars, eh?" "Are you the mummy, then?" "Why should you be the mummy all the time?" "Course I be." "I got the babby, ant I?" "It chunt your doll, Audrey." "Who be I, then?" "Where's my bloody tea, missus?" "Where's my tea?" "I want my cup of tea!" "The kettle's just boiling, sweetie pie." "I should bloody damn and bloody blast and bugger and bloody flaming bloody well think so an' all." "Give us a kiss." "Urgh." "Who be I, then?" "Tell me that." "Oh, Aud!" "I bent just going to do nothing and be nobody." "It's not fair." "You can be my other daughter, Audrey." "My naughty daughter." " No, I'm not going to be that." " Oh, come on, Aud, don't spoil it." " I'm not spoiling it." " Yes, you are, you always do!" "Don't she?" "Well, who do you want to be, then, Aud?" "The nurse." "With a little scissors." "(LAUGHS) That's a good 'un!" "Then you can see to my finger." "I mean my thumb." "When I... when I've had a bit of tea." " What's the matter with it?" " Cut the bugger off, didn't I?" "Just a minute." "I'll just pop this on..." "You want to stop swearing, Donald Duck." "Don't say that!" "You promised." "Let me see thik thumb." "I got some special stuff in my bag in my car." "I'll stick 'n back on." " Quack-quack-quack!" " Angela, don't do that!" "Oh, dear." "Oh, dear." "I'll have to put some stingy stuff on this." "It'll make you jump, mind." "Ow!" "He'll have to have his cup of tea first." "He needs his cup of tea." "I can't wait around here all day." "And you want to clean this place up an' all." "No, and I'm not letting his tea get cold neither." "I'm not slaving away here all day to have him come home at all hours and expect to have his bit of tea waiting." "I'm sick to death of it!" "Ooh, Angie, that's our mam, that is!" "Hurry up." "I be off to the bloody pub in half a tick." "To get bloody drunk!" " I'll wash thy mouth out with soap." " Shall us, Angela?" "Shall us?" "Nine or ten pints of scrumpy, that's what I want." "I lost a lot of blood." "You're not coming home drunk and expect me to put up with it!" "Shut thee mouth, woman!" "Nag, nag, nag!" "I'm not going to put up with it no more!" "(SPITS) There." "I've stopped the blood gushing out." "You'll die in a minute, though." "Really die, I mean." "Brave, though, bent I?" "I be bloody brave, mind." "Quack-quack-quack... (LAUGHS)" " Shut up!" " Smack her one, Donald." "Yes, and if he hits me, I shall tell his mam and her'll skin him alive." "Won't her, Donald Duck?" "Won't her?" "She hits you with the poker, don't she?" "Leave me alone." "Leave me alone!" " (ANGELA WHISPERS) Quack." "Quack." "Quack." " Shut up." "Quack." "Quack." "Quack." "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Quack quack quack!" " Donald Duck." " Donald Duck." "(BOTH) Quack-quack-quack!" " (QUACKS SAVAGELY)" " Donald Duck..." " Oh, no!" "No..." " Donald Duck!" "Donald Duck!" " (SOBS)" " Donald Duck!" "Quack!" "Quack-quack-quack!" "Quack!" "Quack!" "Quack!" "Quack!" "Donald Duck!" "Quack-quack-quack-quack!" "Quack!" "Donald Duck!" " (SOBS) - (AUDREY) Donald Duck!" "Quack-quack-quack!" "(SAVAGE GRUNTING)" "(YELLS)" "(RAYMOND) Is him dead?" "(PETER) Course he is." "He's deader than dead." "Him couldn't live through that." "Dead." "They don't half sink their teeth in, mind, when they get the chance." "We had to do it." "Didn't us?" "We bent cutting his tail off, be us?" " Anyone got a knife?" " (JOHN) Raymond have." "A proper 'un." " Have you, Ray?" " Yeah. 'S army knife." " It's a c-c-c..." " (JOHN) It's a commando knife." " (PETER) Let's see." "Where'd you get it?" " Him won't say." " Come on, show us!" " No." " What's the matter with you?" " What's up, Ray?" "(WHIMPERS) P-poor..." "Poor little devil. (SOBS)" "Whoa, you cry-babby!" "We k... we k-killed him!" " Don't you..." " (SHRIEKS)" " Here, you leave him alone!" " I'll knock his cowboy hat off for him." " No, you won't." "You just leave him alone." " Yeah?" "Who says so?" " You heard." " Keep out of it, you." "Keep your nose out of it." " Flaming bully." " You're asking for it, you are." " Who'll give it to me (?" ")" " Me, if thou doesn't watch it!" " Yeah?" " Yeah!" "Yeah?" "Oh, shut up." "Wish I had a knife, mind." "My dad won't let me." "Them... them be very useful." "I could do with me a good sharp knife, by God." "What's want it for, Ray, old pal?" "I be good with a knife, mind." "Clunk!" "Nothing." "Daren't swap thik knife." "All he do do is clean it and sharpen it, clean it and sharpen it." " Let's have a look, Ray." " No!" " What's up?" " Why not?" "You'll cut off his tail. (BURSTS INTO TEARS)" "(SOBS)" " I wish..." " Oh, shut up!" "I wish we hadn't, though..." "And me." "They be savage, bent 'em?" "(JOHN) I don't fancy cutting off his tail, though." "It's all gristle and stuff, any road." "Well, I bent touching him!" "Why, you great babbies!" "I'll twist it off, then." "The blood'll gush out, mind!" "All over you!" "(JOHN) Like when our dog got knocked down." "(RAYMOND) Poor old... poor old Rover." "(WILLIE) He were a nice dog, wasn't he?" "I'd rather get some jam-jars, meself." "'T ent bad money, after all." "Penny back on a two-pound jar." " L-let's go and l-look for some, shall us?" " Aye." "There ent none." "I've looked all over." "They're all bloody gone." " Donald Duck found some." " Did he, Willie?" "He had a whole sackful." "I saw 'em." "He wouldn't let me look, so I said I'd kick him in the chops." " (LAUGHTER) - (JOHN) Little weed, ent he?" "(PETER) He's a cry-baby." "One punch and him'll give in." "One punch." " Quack-quack-quack!" " (OTHERS JOIN IN)" "He got hold of some matches an' all." " Have he?" " He goes through his mam's handbag." " No wonder her do beat him." " Poor Donald." "Well, he ask for it, don't he?" "He caught light to their coal shed." "Only when she locked him in it." "Our mam says her's a bit of a thing." " What's mean?" " I dunno." " Something to do with the sheets." " What?" "I dunno." "Our mam says them bedsheets could tell a pretty tale." "Perhaps her do wet the bed." "Let's go and find him." "Donald Duck." "Have us some fun." " Yeah." " And find out about them jam-jars." " Make him tell us." " Give him a Chinese burn." " Th-that do hurt, mind." " (CHUCKLING)" "Ooh!" "What?" "Him won't half stink, mind, if we leave him there." " Let's bury him." " Gerroff!" " No, a proper funeral." "You know." " 'S a good idea." "Don't talk so soft!" "No, a proper funeral." "You know." "With a coffin and all." "(WHEEZES)" " (COUGHS AND WHEEZES)" " What's up with thee?" "Coughing." "A proper COFFIN!" "By Gar, that's a good 'un, Willie!" "(COUGHS THEATRICALLY)" "(LAUGHTER AND COUGHING)" "(WHOOPING)" "(SOBS)" "(SNIFFS)" "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad." "Come back, Dad..." "Come back, Dad, come back..." "And her wouldn't tell I, see." "So I said..." "I said, "Well, Betty," I said," ""I'm not speaking to you no more," I said." ""You're not my best friend no more," I said." "No, her's sly, Aud." " You're my best friend, Angela." " Yes." " Am I your best friend as well?" " I'm best friend to lots and lots." " Oooh!" "Hark who's talking (!" ")" " I am." "Lots and lots." "Especially the boys." "Are you Wallace Wilson's best friend?" "We be going to get married, with a ring an' all." " Funny." " What's mean?" "I heard as him was going to marry Hilary Jones." " Her's too stuck-up." " He don't half like her, though." "He can't." "She's got a big nose." "Shall I bash her in for you?" " Oh, would you, Aud?" "Eh?" " Easy." "Bash her on her nose, then!" "Hit her on her great big fat conk!" "I'll smack her in the mouth as well." "Shall I?" "Shall I?" "Well, her's been asking for it." "Am I your best friend, Angela?" "Yes, Aud." "You be." "You be." "Ooh!" "(GASPS) I think we'd better get a new pram." "(WHOOPING)" "(THEY MIMIC GUNFIRE)" "(WHOOPS)" " (MIMICS GUNFIRE)" " Aaargh!" "♪ Tan-tara!" "♪" "(MIMICS BUGLE)" " (MIMICS BUGLE) - (MIMICS GUNFIRE)" "What's the matter?" "You had a start on us." " I got a stitch." " Aye, and I have." "Slowcoach!" "I was..." "I was guarding..." "guarding the rear of us." "Anyone got 'em a match?" " I ant." " Nor me, worse luck." " Ray?" " N-n... ♪ K-K-K-Katy, K-K-K-Katy!" "♪" "Donald Duck do sometimes get hold of a box." "He'll give us a match if we let him play with us." "We could have us a good old fire." "Set something alight." " We could get a spark off summat." " I'll bet (!" ")" "Oh, you can, mind." "Like rubbing two stones together." " Well, it ain't never worked for I." " No, nor nobody." "Thou bist talking a lot of old squit." "As per usual." "No, it's true, mind, you can." "Rubbing two stones." "What did they do before matches, cocky dick?" "(PETER) Mind I don't rub thy two ears together!" "I thought it was two sticks you had to rub." "Aye." "It's two sticks." "There ain't nothing to touch a match." "(SQUEAKING)" "Hark at thik bloody pram." "Squeak, squeak." "(PETER) We don't want them." "(WILLIE) Angela's all right." "Oooooooh!" " Her... her's pretty, is her, Willie?" " I mean, she's all right for a girl." " Have you ever kissed her?" " Oh, get away." " I have, mind." " What's thou want to do that for?" "Tasted like strawberry jam." " Bet thou hasn't kissed Audrey, though." " No!" "(WILLIE) Bet nobody never have." "(PETER) Nobody ever will, either!" "Hush up, mind." "They be coming." "Her'll hear you." " Frightened of her, are you, Raymond?" " Mind, her can't half pull your hair." "Hello, Peter." "How be, sweetheart?" " What?" " (BOYS HOOT)" "I've been telling Angela about you and me." " I'll bloody pull all your hair out!" " See?" " Wipe thy nose, Peter." " Shut your chops." " (SQUEALS AND LAUGHTER)" " Where be you two off, then?" " Our cabin." " What cabin (?" ")" " We got a cabin in the trees." " Honest?" " Him ent finished, though." " What do you want with a cabin?" "They ent for girls, cabins." " To play house in." " That's a sissy game, that is." "Yeah, Mummies and bloody buggering Daddies." "I'll wash thy mouth out with soap." " I'll pull that ribbon out of your hair." " Smack him one, Aud!" "(BOYS HOOT)" "We don't want girls along with us!" " Raaaaargh!" " (SHRIEKS)" " (WHOOPING)" " Come on, Willie!" " Make way!" "Out of the way, Willie!" " (GIRLS SHRIEK)" "Coming through!" "Coming through!" " (LAUGHS) - (MIMICS FIGHTER CRASHING)" " Don't you want to see our cabin?" " We don't want to play house." "Do us?" "No, we don't!" "You could help us build it." " How far have you got?" " We ant really started." "Not yet." " (SCORNFUL) Aw." " It's a good idea, though, ennit?" "Not to play house in." "We want something better than that." " Like a fort." "With guns and that." " (BOYS MIMIC GUNFIRE)" "It can be a fort when it's not a house." "For us soldiers." "In case the Germans come." "Yeah." "L-I'll be..." "I be a Marine!" "You can't be a Marine, Raymond." " Why not?" "I c-can if I want." " They won't let you if you do stutter." "That's the truth, Ray." "Him's telling the truth." " I can stand on my head, m... though." " Him can." " I bet (!" ")" " How much?" "Show him." " Till I do count up to ten." " That's easy." " Ten thousand, I mean." " Oh, that ain't fair." " You've got to be fair!" " A hundred, then." "What'll you give him if he does?" " Give him a penny." " Will you, Peter?" "I can't go chucking my money about." " 'Cause you ant got it." "It's all talk." " Yeah!" "What's he gonna give me if he don't last out?" " You can b-borrow my knife." " How long?" "What are you gonna g-give I?" " If you can do it..." " To 100." " Keep out of it." " 100." "That's what you said." " All right, all right!" " What'll you give?" "I'll give you my ball of string." " For k-keeps?" " Till tomorrow." "I have your knife till going-in time if you can't do it." "If you can, you have my string." "Deal?" " Fair enough." " Shake hands on it." " What?" " You've got to on a bet." "That's a rule." "Oh, aye." " Starting when I go "Ready, steady, go"." " Yeah." " Come on, hurry up!" " Right, Raymond?" "Ready... steady..." " Go!" " One, two, three, four!" " Five, six, seven, eight..." " (PETER) Not so fast!" "11, 12, 13, 14, 15..." " 16, 17, 18..." " (PETER) Seven, eight... (AUDREY JOINS IN) Nine... ten!" " Eleven... twelve..." " 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 32, 34!" " Thirteen... fourteen..." " 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40!" " Fifteen... sixteen..." " 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50!" " 51, 52..." " Aaah!" "Blood!" "Coming out of Raymond's ear." " What?" " Give me your knife." " Here, let's see." " I thought it was, honest." "It looked like." " There yunt nothing there." " You sure?" " Nothing." "Bloody nothing!" "Not a drop!" " Hand it over." " That's not fair, Peter." " Him didn't do it." "We shook hands on it." " It's my knife." " You bloody cheat." " What?" " You bloody cheat." "I saw you whispering." " Now, look, John." " I thought it was, honest." "Cross my heart." "Well, it don't count." "We'll start again." "It don't count at all, so forget it, see?" " Yes, it do!" " Don't!" " It do!" " Don't!" " Shut your chops." " Shut thine." " You mind I don't shut 'em for you!" " And thee mind I don't shut yours!" " Yeah?" " Yeah!" " Give him one, Peter!" "Knock him down." " Don't let him, John!" "Hit him back." " Cheat." " Say that again, I'll knock your teeth out." "Just once more." "Cheat." " (AUDREY) You show him!" " Come on, John!" "Get up, John!" " (WILLIE) That's right, John, go on!" " Get him!" "Hit him, John!" " Get him!" "Don't let him..." " (OTHERS SHOUT)" " Get him!" " John!" "(WILLIE) Go on, John!" " Hit him!" "John, hit him!" " Get up, John, get up!" "(OTHERS SHRIEK)" "Come on, John!" "Come on, now!" "Come on, John!" " Go on, John!" " Get him!" "Get him!" "That's the boy, John!" "That's the boy!" "Make him run, John!" "Make him run!" "Get him!" " (WILLIE) Ah, you got him!" " Had enough, hast?" "Don't give in, Peter!" "Don't give in." "(WILLIE) That's right, John!" "Hit him back!" "(OTHERS) Hooray!" "(WILLIE) He done it!" " (CHEERING AND LAUGHTER)" " Run, babby!" "Run!" "Peter!" "Leave I alone!" "Bugger off!" "You cowardy cowardy custard!" "Cowardy cowardy custard!" "Didn't him run!" "Didn't him go, eh?" " You be number two now, John!" "That's for sure." " Number two!" "Aye, I be!" "You might even beat Wa..." "Wallace Wilson." "Never." "One day, perhaps." "Thee never know, mind." "One of these days." "You got some blood or summat on your nose." " Have I?" " Let me wipe it off for you." "No." "Leave it on." "Leave it as it is." "What'll your mam say, though?" "Her'll give I one." "Aye." "Wipe it off, Angie." "Better had." "I be going to be a nurse. (SPITS)" "I shall be a soldier first." "And then a boxer." "A lot of Germans will feel my fist afore long!" " And Japs." " Aye, and bloody Japs." " Ow!" "Don't be so bloody rough." " That's better, ennit?" "(MIMICS AEROPLANE ENGINE)" " Fire!" " No!" "No, you ant." "I be RAF!" "You can't beat the RAF." "I be waggling my wings!" "(MIMICS ENGINE)" "And Peter can't beat me neither!" "Where is Wallace Wilson today, any road?" "He ant been seen nowhere." "Well, wherever him is, he's up to something or other, you can be sure of that!" "(SOBBING) Just you wait." "I'll bloody get him." "I'll get him." "Hello, Peter." " What you doing in here?" " Nothing, Peter." "Honest." " I've been fighting." " Who with?" "Who with?" "Who with?" "Mind your own!" "Sorry." "John Harris, that's who with." " Beat him, did you, I expect?" " More like a draw." "Expect you beat him really." "What you know about it?" "Eh?" "Nothing." "Go on, flap your wings, Donald Duck!" "Quack-quack-quack-quack!" " Quack-quack-quack." " Go on!" "Go on!" "Quack-quack-quack-quack-quack!" "Him got a couple of lucky punches in." "Sly bugger." "Must have done." "Him can't beat you." "I asked you what you were doing in here, didn't I?" "Nothing much." " There ent no jam-jars in here, is there?" " No, there ent." "Willie said he see you with a sackbag full yesterday." " Then him's a liar." " Him said you got ninepence for 'em." "No." "Honest." "I'll knock your head in for you, Donald Duck!" " I think I might know where there's jam-jars." " Tell us, then." "You won't tell nobody else?" "If you're having me on, mind..." "No." "No, it's the truth, Peter." "Honest." " Well, where be 'em?" " (STAMMERS)" "Well... you know behind the shop?" "In the garden?" " Over the wall?" "Yeah." " Well, there's a... a bit of a shed there." "Up by the old apple trees." " What about it?" " Well, there's jam-jars in there." " I've been mooching." " You're always doing that." "Off on your own." "Like a loony." "Find things out, though, don't I?" " So there's jam-jars in there, is there?" " Yeah." "They must come from the shop, see." " That's where they stores them, 'tis." " What do you mean?" "Well, that's where Mr Hopkins keeps the jam-jars he's collected." " You mean?" " Yeah." "Mr Hopkins keeps 'em there till the lorry comes to take 'em away." " They're washed out an' all?" " Yeah." " No horrible sticky on 'em or nothing?" " No." " They were good as new." "Hundreds of 'em." " Bloomin' heck!" "See?" "I bent no sissy, be I?" "You mean you took a sack of jars the shop had already bought as empties and - by Gar!" " You sold 'em back to him all over again?" "That's why you ant got to tell nobody." "You won't, Peter, will you?" " You know what'll happen to you, don't you?" " What?" "You'll go to jail." "That's what'll happen." "You wouldn't tell on me, Peter?" "Oh... please." "Please." " What'll you give I?" " Anything." " You got any fags?" " No." "Well, your dad do smoke, don't he?" " Oh, I forgot." " Yeah." "He's gone missing, ent he?" "That's what they call it." " The Japs have him." " He's as good as dead." "Them Japs is the most wicked and nastiest, cruellest devils that ever walked." "They'll never beat our dad." "He'll never give in!" "They'll tie him to a hill of black ants." "Japs do that." "It were in the "Champion"." "They did it to Rockfist Rogan..." " (SNIFFLES)" " What you crying for?" "Eh?" "What's the matter?" " (SOBS)" " Rockfist got away with it, didn't he?" "You wouldn't like it if it was your dad!" "Great babby (!" ")" "My poor old dad." "I won't tell." "Honest." "I won't." "I don't care." "I don't care!" "You wait till we get them Japs, we'll show 'em!" "Wicked buggers." "We got us a squirrel today." " Did you?" "What, alive?" " No, we knocked him down out of a tree." " They don't half bite, mind." " Once they get hold of you, you've had it." "Yeah." "You got any matches?" " Matches?" " We could have us a blaze, see." "No." "My eye don't half hurt." "Is it all puffed up?" "It is a bit." "That squirrel come right down at me." "What do you think of that?" "Honest?" "I'm lucky still to be alive, the way he come down at me." "Did you cry?" "I don't bloody cry, now, do I?" "I'm going to be a parachuter!" "(MIMICS EXPLOSIONS)" " Do you like setting things on fire?" " What?" "Only..." "I might get hold of some matches." "You set alight to your coal shed, didn't you?" " Only a bit on't." " Bet that was good." "Eh?" "It was." "It was that." "What are you doing in here?" "Are you hiding?" "No." "Come on." "What you done?" "Nothing." "Only..." "I ent going home for a bit." " Well, that's daft, that is." " No, it ent." " Go on, tell us what you done." " Nothing." "Our mam says as her wish she could have you." "To stay and that." " Do her?" "Do her?" " Only our dad says she ain't to interfere." " I ant done nothing much." " Tell us." "Go on." "(DISTANT KLAXON)" "That's from that prisoner of war camp!" " An Eyetie must have got loose!" " Or a German." "They don't have Germans up there." "They all be wops." " (DONALD) I hope they don't catch him." " I hopes they do." "(KLAXON HONKING)" "(KLAXON HONKING)" "(KLAXON HONKING)" "(KLAXON HONKING)" "(PRAM SQUEAKS)" "(JOHN) Keep our eyes skinned." "That's what we'll have to do." "(ANGELA) Our mam says we must go home when we hear that noise." "(WILLIE) And Teacher said." "(AUDREY) It's all right if we stick together." "I got me..." "I got me knife." "That's summat." "(WILLIE) Eyeties is good with knives, mind." "They slit your throat as soon as look at you!" "(ANGELA, SOBBING) I want to go home!" "I want to go home!" "(JOHN) Don't cry, Angie." "There's nothing to cry about, honest." "(AUDREY) And me." "And I do." "We ought to get off the path." "Stop thik pram from squeaking." "Aye." "Get into the trees a bit more." "Find some cover." "Him won't hurt us, will he?" "Don't expect him'll come along by here." "They've catched him by now, I'll bet." " Stuck a bayonet in him." " I hope!" "I hope!" "Shh, Angela!" "Not so much noise!" " (WILLIE) The Eyetie might hear us!" " Listen." " (FLUTTERING) - (GASPS AND WHIMPERS)" "(ALL SHRIEK)" "(WHIMPERING)" "Ow!" "Him won't find us down in here." " You sure?" " Never." "Course him won't." "We didn't stand a chance out there on the path." "This is nice and safe though." "Ennit?" " What did you hear, Raymond?" " Him." "Did... did you see him?" "I..." "I don't know." "Aw." "(SOBBING) I want to go home!" "We'll have to stay here for a bit." " For how long, though?" " Till... till dark, shall us?" "They'll have the guards out after him." "They'll soon catch him." " What'll they do to him?" " Shoot him." "Good job." "Where's the pram?" "Oh..." "Oh, the pram!" "And Dinah!" "Poor little Dinah." " It won't hurt where it is." " But her'll be frightened." " Hold your horses!" " (JOHN) We'll go and get the pram in a minute." " Who will?" " All of us." "It'll be all right if'n we stick together." "Never mind the pram." "Ow!" "(GIGGLING)" "(WHISPERS) Stop it!" " (GIGGLING AND SNORTING)" " Sh-sh-sh!" "How long are we going to stay here?" "That's what I want to know." "Must be d-dinner time." " Have a look over the top, John." " Yeah." "See if there's anybody there mooching about." " In a minute." " You're not frightened, are you?" "Course not!" " Wallace Wilson'd go and have a look!" " In a minute, I said." "Shut your mouth, Audrey." " Aye, and Peter would an' all." " Shut your cakehole!" "L-listen." "(WILLIE) Raymond?" "What is it?" "Hark!" "What are you doing down in there?" " Peter!" "We thought..." " We thought you was the wop!" "Me?" "That's a good 'un." "Didn't you hear that siren thing?" "Course I heard it!" "I byunt be deaf, be I?" "I was looking for tha'." "What for?" " Frightened, was you?" " Me?" "Course I weren't." "Yes, you was!" "Yes, him was." "We've been bloody crying and all down in here." " YOU have." " Donald Duck's trembling like a jelly." " Where is he?" " In the barn." "He 'ouldn't leave." ""Come thee on," I said." ""Let's catch the Eyetie." No." "He went back and hid in the corner." " Sissy." " And you be, John." "You done the same." "That's 'cause we had you girls along, ennit?" "Ennit, Willie?" "Raymond?" " Us boys wasn't frightened, was us?" " No." " Course not." " Oh!" " You wouldn't even have a peep, John." " And you made me leave my pram." "Is that right?" "I got to look after 'em, ent I?" "(GASPS)" "(BIRD SINGS)" "This 'ere Eyetalian or wop or whatever he calls hisself might have a knife." "Have you thought of that?" "Never." "That'd be right, mind." "What if him's after blood?" "English blood." "I didn't think of that." "Him could have got I." "Stuck a knife in you." "Him'll never find us here, will he?" "He killed two or three guards to get out of the camp." " Slit their throats." " Did he?" "(WHIMPERS)" "How do you know that, John?" "That's what I heard, any road." "By Gar." "But you been with us all the time." "You ant bin out of our sight, John." "You been with us all the time." " No, I ant." " Yes, you bloody have." "Even if I have, it's obvious, ennit?" "Is it?" "They don't just open the gate and let a prisoner of war out, do 'em?" "Course they don't." "Him'd have to kill, 'ouldn't he?" "That's right." "That's it." "You've got it." " Let's go home." " (JOHN) Nobody's stopping you." "E-e-ent you coming?" " Shall us?" " Yes." "Nobody's stopping you." "Nobody's stopping you." "What about my poor little Dinah?" "Her'll cry and cry and cry." " I'm not going out there on my own." " Nor me." " Yes, but what about her bloody doll?" " You stop cussing!" "Shhh." " (JOHN) Shall we go and get 'm, Peter?" " What?" "You and me?" " Well, we be the best two." " You can't leave us here." " You can't go on your own." " (AUDREY) Somebody's got to go." "You won't be long, though?" "You will come back?" "Please hurry up." "Just keep your heads down." "And don't move." "Don't make a sound." "Good job you got us, I reckon." "Number two and number three." " Who be number two?" " You be." "Peter's right." "It's a good job you got us." "Come on, Peter, old pal." " You sure?" " Well, we gotta take a chance." "Aye, come on, then." "Wait here, you lot." "Come on." " Together, shall us?" " Aye, together." " If you hear anything..." " Yeah?" "What?" "We'll throw ourselves flat on the ground." " What for?" " That's what soldiers do." "Oh." "Right." "(SNAP)" "I don't reckon they be safe out there." "Him'll jump out on 'em." " Will they come back?" " Course they will." "I don't trust 'em." "I don't trust 'em at all." "They'll run home for their dinners!" "Shh!" "(AGONISED YELLING)" "Aaahl Help mel" "He's got mel" "(SOBBING) Daddy!" "Daddy!" "Daddy!" " (OTHERS WAIL)" " Help!" "Help!" " Daddy!" "Daddy!" " Mummy..." "Daddy!" " (WAILING)" " Daddyl" "Hey." "D'you think... d'you think?" " What?" " D'you think they heard?" "They heard all right." "(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)" "(ALL WEEPING)" " (SHRIEKS) - (SQUEAKING)" " Got you!" " Had you, didn't us?" " You devil!" "You devil!" " Get off!" " I'll bash you up!" "Bash you up!" " Audrey, no!" " Bash you up!" " Girls ent supposed to do that!" "Get off!" "Good old Peter!" "You gonna give in?" "You gonna stop?" "I'll tell our mam!" "And I 'ill!" " Oh, come on." "It's only a bit of fun." " Not much fun for us." "You gonna give in, Audrey?" "Or I'll spit, mind." " No!" " I'll spit right on your glasses, I will." " I be a girl, mind!" "A girl!" " You dirty devil, Peter." "(SCREAMS) Look!" " Look!" " What is it?" "The Eyetie!" "And him have got a gurt long knife!" "Where?" "Got ya!" "Got ya!" " I'll smack thou one!" " See?" "See?" "'T ent very nice, is it, biggy boots?" " You didn't see nothing, did you?" " No." "But he might be out there." "Perhap... per-perhaps he's looking at us now." "Oh, my God." " Oh..." " We have made a hell of a racket, ant us?" " Him might have heard us." " Would have heard." "Oh..." "let's get on home." "Let's get out of here." " Shall us, John?" " Don't talk so loud." "Come on!" "I byunt stopping." "Let's make a run for it!" "Come on." "Come on, come on, come on, come on!" "If it don't take this time, the Japs have won." "The bloody... flaming buggering... bloody... buggering Japs have won!" "Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" "(CHUCKLING) Come on, come on." "Come on, come on, come on, come on." "(GIRLS YELP AND GIGGLE)" " I be puffed." " I could go on for another hundred miles!" "Aye, I'll bet!" "We kept up, didn't us?" " My glasses is all steamed up." " Four-eyes!" "♪ When the m-m-m-moon shines Over the c-c-c-cowshed ♪" "Oh, stop arguing!" "We be safe now, ben us?" "Too fast for thik bloody Eyetie, any road." " I wonder if Donald Duck's still in the barn." " Poor old Quack Quack." " Let's..." "let's pretend t-to..." " Be the Eyetalian." "That's a good 'un!" " It have come off twice!" " Three times lucky." "Frighten him to death." "Who is-a dere?" "I gotta da knife!" " That's good, Willie." " Like Musso the Wop in the comic." "Creep up on him, eh?" "That's a good 'un." "Last one to the barn is a sissy!" "Burn, you bugger!" "Burn!" "(GIGGLING)" " (GIGGLING)" " Open the door!" "Help!" "Help!" "Who is-a dere?" "I gotta de knife-a to slit-a de throat!" " (SCREAMING) Please!" "Open the door!" " Hark at him!" "Him have got a fire going, the devil." "Him told I he didn't have no matches." " Please!" "Please!" " Hark at him, though." "Good, ennit?" "Please!" "Please!" "(WILLIE) Who is-a dere?" "I gotta de knife-a to slit-a de throat-a!" " I kill-a de English pig-dogs!" " Open the..." "Open the door!" " I slit-a de throat!" " Please!" "Please!" "Open the door..." "I gotta de big knife-a to kill you, England!" "Come outta dere, you English pig-a!" "(SOBS WILDLY)" "(OTHERS GIGGLING)" "(SCREAMS)" "(THEY SHRIEK)" "Donald, Donald!" "(SCREAMS)" "(OTHERS) Donald, Donald!" "(SHRIEKS)" " Come on, Donald, old pal!" "Come on!" " (GIRLS) Come on, Donald!" "(WILLIE) Come on, Donald!" " (WAILS)" " I shall tell his mam!" "The silly great fool!" "No, don't do that, don't!" "His mam said..." " (AUDREY) Her won't half beat him!" " She's bloody wicked!" "(JOHN, WEEPING) I shall, I shall tell his mam!" "I bloody shall, mind!" " Raymond!" "Raymond!" "Come out of there!" " Raymond!" " Come away, do it!" " Raymond, come from there!" " Raymond!" " (TIMBERS CRASH)" "(WHIMPERS)" "(BREATHLESS SOBBING)" "(RAYMOND) Poor old... poor old Donald." "We'd better say nothing, eh?" "Not to nobody." "Not for a bit, any road." "It weren't our fault, were it?" "(ANGELA) He should have..." "he should have come out." "(AUDREY) No, it wasn't our fault!" "(JOHN) We'll be sure to get the blame, though." "You can bank on it." "I ent gonna get the blame." "I never did anything." "I wasn't even holding the door." " (ANGELA) Yes, you were." " No, I wasn't." "I was bloody miles away." "You was with me, Peter." "Wasn't you?" "With me." " We was all together." " (ANGELA) Miles away!" " What?" " Well, we were." "Hiding in the trees." "Weren't we?" "That's right." "We didn't see nothing." "We don't know nothing about it, do us?" "Poor old Quack Quack." "(WILLIE SOBS)" "(MAN) Into my heart, an air that kills From yon far country blows:" "What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?" "That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain," "The happy highways where I went And cannot come again."