Overlord

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Where you been, lad?

Bus goes in 15 minutes.

The farm.

I had to get this back.

I'll want something to read.

Anyway, I'm, uh...

I'm all ready upstairs.

Your mother's up there.

What's the book?

- Oh, David Copperfield.

- You'll be lucky if you have time for reading.

I never did.

- Has he got everything?

- Of course, he doesn't need much.

- What do you mean, he doesn't need much?

- Well, they give him the rest-

clothes, rations, you know.

He needs what I've given him.

Time for the bus, lad.

You don't want to miss that train.

- Bye, Mum.

- Good luck, Son.

Let's go.

Move away from it, son.

Get back. Get back.

- Bring it out! Bring it out!

- Over against the wall.

There's somebody up there.

- Here we go.

- Get these hoses back! Get back! Get back!

All right, look out!

It's going! It's going!

Sorry, lad. You just missed it.

Go and get some sleep.

I'll finish here.

Seeing now,

dearly beloved brethren...

that this child is born again...

and received into the family

of Christ's church...

let us give thanks unto Almighty God

for these benefits...

and, with one accord,

make our prayers unto him...

that this child may lead the rest of his life

according to this beginning.

Are you for the camp?

Hey, you!

- Are you for the camp?

- Yeah.

You're a bit late, son.

The others got in last night.

I know.

Got caught up in that air raid, eh?

- Yes.

- Oh, well, never mind, son.

You'll have to walk.

It's not many miles.

Put the case down.

- Name?

- Thomas Beddows.

Sir.

- Thomas Beddows, sir.

- You're late.

And... halt!

And... halt!

Who are you?

- Thomas Beddows, sir.

- Do I look like an officer?

- Forward, march!

- No, sir.

Don't call me "sir" then.

Who gave you permission to fall in?

- To what?

- To enter.

To come in the room.

To open the door and make an entrance.

- No one.

- Get it right then.

Go back outside, knock.

And when I say "yes,"

come in and say, "Permission to fall in."

Go on.

Beddows.

Your case... take it.

Yes?

- Who are you?

- Beddows. Permission to fall in.

Come in, Private Beddows.

You can have that one.

Leave that.

You're late already.

Haircut's next.

You'll find the barbershop

next to the company office.

- Next!

- Stand still. Stand still.

Stand still. Next.

Next. Name?

- Beddows, sir.

- Skinny, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

- Got a cough?

- No, sir.

- Okay. Clothes on over there.

- Next.

- Are you gonna stick that in me?

- Arm, please.

Feeling better, are you?

I don't like needles.

Is that all?

I don't like the whole sodding army.

All recruits, form up by the door.

Into line. Get a move on!

Right!

Abrahams, Arlott, Beddows!

Malcolm, Partridge, Silver, Young.

Right. Let's have a look at you.

Can you tell me what you've got there?

One pair of shorts, P.T.

One pair of drawers, cellular.

One balaclava.

One pair of braces. One pair of boots.

Great coat, socks, vests, gaiters.

Webbing,

packs large and small.

Battle dress, gas mask.

Mess tins, mug,

knife, fork and spoon.

Anything else?

I don't think so.

What's this?

It's a pull-through.

You're learning.

Okay, all of you!

You're gonna keep this lot so clean

it dazzles me, and you're gonna start now!

Let's get two things straight

right away!

The first thing:

The word of command, "Stand easy."

You will not move at all...

until that word of command

is given to you!

You will not fidget,

move about or anything else!

- Is that understood?

- Yes, Corporal!

- Is that understood?

- Yes, Corporal!

Up! Wash! Shave! Get dressed!

Clean this barracks room,

and I want it shining!

- One!

- Two!

- Three!

- Four!

- Five!

- Six!

- Seven!

- Eight!

- Nine!

- Ten!

- Eleven!

- Twelve!

The odd numbers, one pace forward!

Even numbers, one pace to the rear!

- March!

- One, two!

- Young, how many V.C.'s in the regiment?

- Four V.C.'s.

- Beddows, name of the regimental sergeant major.

- Regimental Sergeant Major Palmer.

- Right! Any questions?

- The regiment formed in 1685.

- Yes.

- What for?

I mean, was there any special reason?

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

To impress the French!

Right. Let's have a look at what

you been doing. Stand by your beds!

Right! Now, let's start

all over again, shall we?

- Count!

- One, two, three! One!

Still! Perfectly still!

Form three ranks! Quick.

March! Center. Rear.

Front. Center. Rear.

Front. Center. Rear.

Front. Center. Rear.

Front. Center. Rear.

Front. Rear. And fill over.

Right!

- Turn!

- One, two...

Get a hold of it now! Come along!

At arm level, by your right!

Look to your right!

Get your arm up.

Eyes... front!

- Beddows, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

What haven't you done, Beddows?

I seem to have neglected to blanco

the belt underneath the buckle, sir.

- See to it next time.

- Yes, sir.

By the right! Quick march!

Left, right! Left, right! Now!

Squad!

- Halt!

- Left, one, two!

What are you bloody doing, Beddows?

Move back hard now!

Twist it! Twist it!

Spill his guts!

Come on! Come on! Keep your heads up!

- For f***'s sake, get between--

- Whoa!

Don't look down. Don't look down!

Bloody fool!

Come on! Come on!

Afraid to get your feet wet?

Keep those rifles dry!

Get up that bloody ladder!

Come on! What do you think this is, a picnic?

Come on!

Get up, you silly sod!

Come on! You haven't finished yet!

F***. I need a fag.

They're ahead.

Well, you go on.

I'm stopping for a smoke.

- I hate this war.

- You'll get through.

No, it's not that.

It's me girl.

We was engaged, see, and...

and then when orders come along,

well...

her old man

wouldn't let me marry her.

Sod him.

Said we could wait

till after we won the war.

Bastard.

He'd let the Jerries poke his wife

if they as much as knocked on the door.

I wanted to fly.

Failed the medical.

Didn't know that.

- Who you got waiting for you, Tommy?

- Who have I got?

Well, there's Mum and Dad, I suppose.

And Tina.

Good for you, mate.

Let me guess.

She got brown hair, brown eyes...

pale skin, nice tits, right?

Tina is a cocker spaniel.

- She's a lovely dog.

- A b*tch?

Yeah. A b*tch.

What are you gonna do

when all this is over?

Oh, I don't know.

I've got me plans.

Garage, mate.

I'm gonna buy a garage somewhere round here

and set up a scrap metal business on the side.

- How 'bout coming in with me, Tom?

- Hey. We ought to go.

Coming with me and the lads tomorrow?

We're celebrating... end of training.

Pub crawl in the afternoon,

fleapit in the evening.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

What's the film?

Forget the picture, mate.

It's the women.

You get next to a nice piece in the back stalls,

you'll be away before the titles come up.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

- They got at least 10 minutes on us.

- You think so?

No bleeding NAAFI for us tonight.

- I'm going down.

- What, down there?

Yeah.

Hey! Don't do it.

You'll kill yourself.

- Has he seen the M.O.?

- M.O. said he didn't need treatment, sir.

Prisoner and escort...

about... turn!

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