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for this stupid war.

You can't blame me

for the Germans being in Paris.

I blame all men for war.

Don't talk nonsense, Elizabeth.

I'm an artist. How am I expected

to paint here?

Well, if you are really serious about it,

well, surely you can paint anywhere.

You're hopeless.

Elizabeth...

Look, dad, don't treat me

like one of your prisoners.

What are you looking for?

You know, a map book.

What kind of book would that be?

A book of pictures of... just pictures.

Comic books are over there.

Brilliant! Great, thanks.

And you're our Irish rebel,

am I right?

Only one, as far as I know.

I've got the very thing for you.

by Frank Harrison.

The life of Oscar Wilde...

I'm not interested in Oscar Wilde.

Blasphemy!

Fellow Irishman, fellow jailbird

and rebel...

You know what he was done for, don't you?

I know there aren't any songs about him.

Which is odd, for a rebel.

He was put in jail for buggering

the son of the marquis of Queensbury.

Shocking, what?

He was no Irishman if he was up to that caper.

No, local history.

What have you got on local history?

Let's see.

Must be good.

You'll get blind, china.

Here, have this light

here, take it, it's yours.

I - I don't mind.

I'm fine as I am.

Why being such a brick?

You took care of me when we were in jail,

I took care of you.

We're meant to look out for each other.

That's what friends are for, ain't it?

You're not my friend.

What did you do, then?

Shut your mouth.

Right then. Time for the final.

All right lads, get together.

I expect a fair contest,

no biting, no kicking.

Play!

I only want to talk to you.

Save your breath.

I don't know how much longer

I'm going to be here,

but as long as I'm here,

we're going to respect each other.

Understand?

What do you think of them, John?

They're both rather good.

Give it to him, Charlie.

Just friends?

Yeah.

Do you submit?

No.

Don't make me hurt you, china.

Yes.

Submission!

Yes!

And the winner by submission

is Milwall, in the red corner.

Well done. Hard luck, lad.

Well done, Milwall.

Congratulations on a splendid

wrestling final.

Milwall, we have a small prize for you,

which I know will come in useful.

Go on, open it.

Show us, Charlie.

Someone must have sat on it.

Friends. That's all.

I don't want to hear that "china" stuff, right?

China plate - mate.

Just rhyming slang.

See, if you mean "friend", you can

call me "china" any time I like.

You understand that?

It's like ice, Brendan.

It's freezing.

Looks like you're having a circle in here.

I'm not queer.

I like girls.

I knew that from the beginning.

How did you know?

By your hair.

My hair?

How can you tell by my hair?

Your split's the wrong side.

Us queers, we split it the other way.

That's how we know one another.

I'm sorry, I...

You want some?

Aw, come on, we just finished

All right, all right.

Will you take me with you?

What?

When you escape, you'll take me along.

I don't believe it. That's sacrilege,

what they're doing.

Hey you boys, don't do that in front of a Welshman.

That ball is meant for throwing,

not kicking.

Here, I'll show you.

Come on, come on. Give me the ball.

Right boys, get in line.

Right across the field.

You hold the ball firmly,

and pass like that.

Boys, that's what you call rugby.

It's good. It's kind of like

American football.

You want to give it a shot?

I leave English games to the English.

I'm on it.

Good throw, Mac.

Break apart.

Break apart.

We're going to get cheek to cheek,

and I don't mean ballroom dancing.

I'm talking about your cheek

against the other man's backside.

Right boys, down with you now.

That's it. Push.

Hold it, here's the ball.

Hold on there, lads.

I need some voluntiers with experience in painting and decorating.

No sex offenders.

Proper decent criminals only.

Come on then!

Irish.

Milwall.

One more than.

Jock.

Right. Follow me, then.

OK, lads. In here.

It's a dump, sir.

No way! No way!

There you go, miss.

Thank you chief.

My father insists I can make this a studio.

What do you think?

Yeah. Yeah.

A coating of paint, you won't know this place.

Aye. Obviously, these ... going to need to replace them, but...

Maybe a plastering over there.

Light's a problem.

Talking about "light's a problem". There's plenty of light.

It's facing East.

Which makes it bright in the morning,

but dark in the afternoon.

See, an artist needs an even light.

Is he right, Miss?

So, you know what you are talking about.

I always know what I'm talking about.

And where did you learn about light?

My people are all painters.

Really?

Anyone I would heard of?

House painters.

My mother had a picture painted once,

it's hanging in the National Gallery of Ireland.

M-Maybe you've seen it?

No, I never been to Ireland.

At least you had a mother.

I never knew mine.

No mother, so terrible.

Yeah. I was grown up in an orphanage.

I just hope some day I'll have a girl of me own.

I am sure you will Charlie.

Just get out of there, Milwall.

You were never an orphan.

All right. I didn't know my mother.

I used to dream of being an orphan.

Anyway, she seemed to like it, didn't she?

Well, tell you, there's no way I am slaving for that upper class b*tch!

I'm no scabbie, nah.

What those every escape operation need?

Don't know.

A headquarters.

Hey Brendan. Look here.

Hey. What you think you are playing up, brown eyes?

Hello Brendan.

Hello.

This is Lieutenant Kidd, from the army base.

This is Brendan.

He is building my studio.

My father served in Ireland.

So did mine.

Really? What regiment?

First battalion, Dublin brigade, Irish Republic Army.

Aw, IRA.

David, why don't you challenge Brendan and the boys

to a game of rugby?

Wow.

Are you up to it?

Of course.

Hey. What are you tackling?

Leave him, damm.

Useless jewboy!

Come on back.

Yeah. Army bet me a bottle of whisky if you don't score in the second half.

Come on! There is more than honor in stake.

All right. Let's go.

The luck of the Irish.

Looks like he's got it.

Elizabeth.

Bye.

"Reviewing the momentous events of this great period of history"

His Majesty the King, accompanied by Mr Churchill, toured the devastated streets of Coventry

that has suffered the most indiscriminate and vicious attacks of Hitler's Luftwaffe.

This was Coventry Cathedral.

The cathedral spire and the front remain, the rest is rubble.

The King accompanied some of the men who have lost their homes in the German bombing.

God, that's the stuff.

Mac's going to help with the...

with the escape.

The people's spirit is magnificent, and everything possible has been done to relieve their suffering.

The plucky people of Coventry assured the Prime Minister the industrial...

We work in the laundry.

So we're going to nick some civilian clothes.

We're on our way, china. We're on our way.

All right, everyone. Only a mile to go.

Come on, lads, no slacking!

What's the matter with you, Jock?

Sick, sir.

He's had a little bit too much cake, sir.

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