Borstal Boy Page #3

# We are the peat bog soldiers

# marching with our spades

# to the moor.

This was the best day ever!

So, when do we go?

We've got to be very early on Saturday morning.

'Cause there's no head count Saturday, so no one'll raise the alarm 'til Sunday.

Yep.

If we get to the rear line, we have a chance.

Yeah.

If we have , it's got to work.

Well, well, well.

Hey. Look who's here.

Hello, boys.

Planning a little trip, are we?

This is nothing to do with you, Dale.

I'm taking over.

I'm going instead of the Jew.

Piss off, Dale.

You shouldn't be siding with foreigners against your own.

James is going instead of you.

So are you?

All right. All right.

This is my escape!

No Jew's.

And no queer's.

- Bastard.

So Brendan--

have we got a deal?

It's not fair, Brendan.

Life's not fair, Charlie.

When do we go?

Next Saturday night.

- Good.

, arsehole.

- Aye.

Thanks a lot, china.

It's time to go.

You got the map?

I gave you the bleedin' map!

I thought you had the map!

Aw, come on, bastard. Let's go.

- All right, let's go.

Here. This way.

Come on!

Jump. Show your guts. yourself. Come on.

It's too high.

- Come on!

You're the best bleedin' china I ever had.

Yeah. You too.

This is not on the map, it ain't.

Come on, lads.

This'll do.

That poxy Irish bastard!

I should've known! I should've known he was a traitor!

How many, Chief?

There are five boys not accounted for, sir.

All right, lads.

No.

- We're heading in the right direction.

It must be

So basically, we have no idea where we are.

Whooo!

- Oh yes!

It's the Dead Sea!

-

[[ kaddish ]]

So, you're with the Prince of Wales?

Yes, sir.

She's had . Wouldn't you rather be with her?

Absolutely, sir.

Well, you request transfer back, I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, sir. Very much, sir.

Well.

What's all that about?

me ship set in for action.

Oh. You going?

Difficult choice, Brendan.

As a prisoner of war, it was my duty to escape.

Oh, I see.

So now two boys are dead?

Yes, sir.

You have nothing to save yourself, Milwall?

I was just sticking for my china, sir.

So if he jumped off a bridge, you'd follow?

Yes, sir.

You boys are going to have to live with this for the rest of your lives.

But you do have a choice.

You can carry on as before, skulking about like thieves and liars,

in which case you will spend the rest of your lives in prison.

Or you can take a good, long, hard look at yourselves

and take responsibility for your actions

and their consequences.

So make your choice.

Three months detention

or your word that you'll make a new start.

What'll it be?

I bet you thought it was really clever that you could jump the escape, didn't you?

Aye? Can't hear you?

Get off him, you bastard!

Get off me! Get off me!

What's going on here?

Nothing, sir, nothing.

Just having a bad dream, that's all.

You all right, Behan?

I'm fine.

It's coming on.

Here.

Just a sketch.

, china.

Will make a good "Wanted" poster.

You must feel terrible about your friends.

About killing them, you mean?

It wasn't your fault, Brendan.

Your father thinks it was.

"Each man kills the thing he loves."

Wh-What do you mean?

" The coward does it with a kiss,

" The brave man with a sword."

What's that?

It's Oscar Wilde, the Ballad of Reading Gaol.

You should read it.

Here, miss. Here's your picture.

You keep it, Charlie.

fancies

What are you reading then, Irish?

Oscar Wilde.

Oh, the poofter, that one.

Wasn't he a jailbird, like myself.

You have an answer for everything, haven't you, Irish?

Who is it from?

It's from me granny.

She misses me.

I was always her favourite.

She gave me this.

It's Brendan the Navigator.

He is a patron saint of sailors.

I should have it then.

I'm the bleeding sailor.

So you should.

No.

Come on. Take it.

No, I can't take that.

I can't.

Of course you can.

Now the Navigator will keep you safe.

It's wonderful!

It's not done yet.

I don't know what to say.

How can I ever pay you?

Some booze, cigarettes,... what do you reckon, Brendan? some food?

I'ld love to put on a play.

Play? What?

Yeah. A play.

Do you think your father would let us?

What, Christmas pantomime?

What, Cinderella? What do you mean?

That's a great idea.

No. I was thinking of something by Oscar Wilde.

And you want me to ask.

Is that the idea?

Yeah!

"I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane."

"It... ne-ver... it never is, sir."

"Lane, you're a perfect pessimist."

That's you.

"I-I doh... I do my best...

"to-to gay... give

"sa-sa-sa-sati...

Huh?

Satisfaction.

Satisfaction.

"I do my best to give satisfaction, sir!"

That's great, Jock.

Yeah, good stuff.

-

Who am I going to get to play the girls?

Well, frankly,

I have always felt I was born to play a great lady, so...

perhaps I could be your Lady Bracknell?

Yeah!

Then the only question is,

who is to play Gwendolen and Cecily?

It's so hard to tell someone that you like them, don't you find?

I mean--

it's so hard to find the right words.

Do I know this person?

Yes.

You have to tell him.

What if he doesn't feel the same?

There's only one way to find out.

Tell him.

OK. Come on. Quickly.

I've got me breasts

Quickly

How do I look?

I think you look like a proper little Madam.

Lady Bracknell and Miss Fairfax, sir.

Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well.

I'm fine, Aunt Augusta, thank you.

Go away.

Break a leg.

- Thank you.

I have some questions for you. Do you smoke?

Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.

I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind.

How old are you?

I'm twenty-nine, Lady Bracknell.

A very good age to be married at.

Just preparing tea, sir.

Do you think we should marry them?

Yes. I mean no.

Your Christian names are still an insuperable barrier. That is all!

Our Christian names! Is that all? But we are going to be christened this afternoon.

For my sake you are prepared to do this terrible thing?

I am.

To please me you are ready to face this fearful ordeal?

I am.

Darling.

Darling.

Gwendolen! What does this mean?

Merely that I am engaged to be married.

It seems you are displaying signs of triviality.

On the contrary, Aunt Augusta.

For the first time in my life,

Ive finally realised the vital Importance of Being Earnest.

No, no! Come back!

No! Don't you worry! I'm not...

Bravo!

Congratulations to all of you.

Thank you.

Your was splendid!

The Scottish accent really worked!

Ah, it's nothing. It's not that exciting.

That was quite a performance.

We're all going to celebrate.

Do you want to come?

I can't go to the dorms.

Of course you can.

No, really, I can't.

Aw, come on. I'll look after you.

I'd like to. But I can't.

Do it again! Do it again.

- All right.

He cracks me up every time.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Mr Charles Milwall!

Now,

get your lips round that .

What is it?

What is it though?

Cider.

Where'd you get it?

Nicked the keys to the stores.

Oh yeah, I forgot you're a thief.

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