King Rat Page #7

If I don't get it, they're gonna cut

his arm off. He's got gangrene.

So, what's it cost to save an arm?

For a cobber, I'll do it for 400.

That's a special rate.

- Okay, you got a deal.

- It takes three days.

- No, sir, buddy, I gotta have it tonight.

- It's gonna cost you another 400.

Okay. Okay, you win.

But you get it here tonight,

do you hear me?

Oh, Pete,

you gonna make up a fourth?

We've saved a place for you.

We dealt already, but there's no fiddle.

How are you, Peter?

My word, the news is very good,

isn't it?

Man, who dealt this lot?

You did, McCoy, you twit.

Won't be long now. Oh, no.

Now, what have we got here?

Two spades, I think, if it's me.

Is it me?

As a matter of fact, it isn't. Pass.

- Pete?

- What? Oh, three diamonds.

Pass.

- Three spades, I think.

- Pass.

- Pass.

- Pass?

- Pass?

- You should have more faith, Peter.

- Still, I'll do my best.

- You'll do what?

- I'll have a go, as they say.

- No, what did you say? Faith?

Do what? Don't give me faith.

Don't give me that old line of bull...

...vicar, padre,

whatever you like to call yourself.

You know what you can do

with your faith? Work it!

- All right.

- Don't say, "all right."

He knows what I'm talking about,

don't you, Father?

- Pete, look...

- Oh, shut up.

I like to talk about it, about God and

faith and mercy and all the other stuff.

What can God do about anything?

And really do, I mean!

- He can heal.

- He can what? Heal?

Did you say, "heal"?

It's a good job he's done here, isn't it?

This is one of his major successes.

I suppose dying of dysentery...

...and blindness doesn't matter.

He couldn't be bothered about that.

Do you know what I think?

Oh, I think God's a maniac.

A vicious, sadistic maniac!

You can take your God, vicar,

and his precious faith.

It's both a stinking, dirty joke.

- Where's the nurse?

- Stevens couldn't get here tonight.

- I'm gonna give him the first one.

- Know how?

Of course I know how.

You got water boiling?

- Yeah, right here.

- You better know how to do it.

Here, pour a drop in there,

will you, mate?

Keep the rest on the boil.

I gotta give him

a shot of morphine first.

And then I gotta clean the wound up

the best I can.

Hey, give us some more light,

will you? Quick.

Yeah, that's that.

Sterilize that again, will you?

Fill it up from this bottle.

Let's get around there,

all right, mate.

There we are.

Get this bloody bandage off, that's all.

Grip up. It could be too late.

Get rid of them. Bury them.

Tex.

You've gotta watch this...

...because if Stevens don't come,

you'll have to do it.

Now, the injection's gotta be

intravenous. First you find the vein.

You see, there it is there.

Now you stick the needle in...

...and pull the plunger back until you

draw a bit of blood back in the syringe.

See, like that. That way

you're sure you've got the vein.

Now, when you are sure,

you squirt the antitoxin in.

But nice and slowly, mate.

Easy does it.

Until it's all gone. There.

That's gotta be done every six

hours till the stuff's used up.

If you miss once,

you might as well not have started.

- How long will he be out?

- Oh, a couple of hours, I reckon.

Well, we might as well settle up now.

We settle up when the diamond deal

goes through.

No, sport. I deliver, I get paid.

The diamond deal...

...has nothing to do with it.

- There's no harm waiting.

I'll tell you the bleeding harm, mate.

If I can't get...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Don't tell me you haven't got it.

Oh, I got it. I got it.

I just don't know where it is.

He's the only one

knows where it is.

Well, there's a fair old bundle

riding on his chances, ain't there?

We'll be in touch, sooner or later.

Good night, sport.

Have I been to get it?

- Don't worry about it.

- Have I been to get the money?

No, not yet. No sweat.

As soon as you get better.

You still got this.

I got the stuff for you

like I promised.

You had the first shot.

That's why you've been out so long.

You know there's nothing I can say.

Well, you could say I'm a genius.

You could say that.

It's better. And I got your money.

You sod!

You sod. We did it. We did it!

We did it!

Come on, tell me, am I the King?

Am I the King?

- Can you smell cooking?

- Yes, sir.

I've been smelling it all morning,

on and off. It seems to be all over.

I have to hand it to you...

...delicious, absolutely delicious.

A little stringy, perhaps,

but nevertheless delicious.

Yes, just splendid, just splendid.

Just splendid.

Yes, well...

...I wouldn't say no

to a second helping.

Any chance you getting any more?

Could be. I do have a certain

amount of influence.

- Sir?

- Nothing yet.

The commandant's

still arguing with them.

What gets me is,

there are no reprisals.

When they find a radio,

you know there's trouble.

Can't remember anything different

that happened that night?

No, it happened too quickly.

When I woke up, they were being

marched out. I didn't talk to them.

Well, as far as we know,

they're still in there.

- They want to see us, George.

- Any idea what's happening, sir?

No, I haven't learned anything.

All very polite. But...

Unless they're planning

to make an example.

They're usually overpolite

when it comes to ceremonial death.

- Well, we'd better find out, hadn't we?

- All of us, sir?

Yes, they asked for all senior officers.

We, the emperor, have ordered

the Imperial Government to notify...

...the United States, Great Britain,

China and the Soviet Union...

...that we accept their joint declaration.

The enemy has made use

of an inhuman bomb...

...and is subjecting innocent people

to grievous wounds and massacre.

To continue the war would not only

lead to the annihilation of our nature...

...but the destruction of human

civilization as well.

How could we protect our innumerable

subjects, who are like newborns for us?

How could we ask forgiveness of the

divine spirits of our imperial ancestors?

When our thoughts dwell on those,

our subjects, who died in battle...

...and those who perished

by premature death...

...and on the families they left behind

them, we feel profoundly upset.

It is our desire to initiate an era

of peace for future generations...

...by tolerating the intolerable

and enduring the unendurable...

...remembering our

heavy responsibilities...

...and the length of road

yet to be covered...

...and concentrating all our strengths

on the construction of the future...

...animated by deep morality

and firm honesty.

We swear to hold the flower

of our national policies high...

...resolved not to remain backward

in the general progress of the world.

We ask you, our subjects,

to be in the incarnation of our will.

Am I to take it that...

...the war is over?

Yes, the war is over.

The war's over!

We made it! We made it!

It don't make sense.

It just don't make sense.

Hey, Max.

You wanna make us all

some victory coffee?

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