Rogue Male Page #2

- I'm sorry?

Those people.

You have about 50 miles to go. Go slowly.

Yes. Slowly does it. If I have some time.

There is a rope in the boat.

I hope you have some luck.

I shan't shake your hand because

my hands aren't really up to it.

I salute you.

You are a sportsman.

- Right. Two minutes for lot: that's what you say.

- And if I do it?

You get it by both. Otherwise,

I get it. That's the bet!

Whose two minutes, yours or mine?

Forgive me, but you sound you people

as though as you need a time keeper.

I said you was British!

Didn't I say he was British?

Soon as you came in, sir.

And I thought the same about

you two. Two minutes is the bet?

Gentleman's decision's final. Agreed?

- Agreed.

- Ready?

Go!

- Sail tonight?

- I am. He's not. Condition he will be will not allow...

- I'm going out with...

- Very nice.

- British ship?

- British troop.

Welsh Maid. Nr. 2 dock.

You can't miss it. Cleanest,

smartest bit of scrap in the harbour.

- How's the old man like?

- Like old men. No one likes him.

Old-school. Everything by the book.

Luckily, old Vaner is a bit more human.

Vaner? Is that the mate?

Right. Not easy, right? But fair.

Have to give it that.

I mean he can be a right swine, if you

know what I mean, sir, but fair with it.

- Are you looking for a ship, sir?

- Yes, I am, rather.

Don't bother to go by the Welsh

Maid; that's my advice.

- Oh, how long's the time?

- Oh, good heavens!

- Time's up!

- You gave him too long, sir!

I've done it!

Look, look. It's my fault.

So let me pay for both sides.

Another round up here!

Sing!

See you later, guys!

Ok, buddy!

- Mr Vaner's on board?

- I think he is, sir, yes.

- Who I say is looking for him?

- Just tell him I'd like a word, would you?

If possible...

- So you're old Vaner.

- I'm Vaner.

I am Robert Hunter. How'd you do?

The cook seems to think we know each other.

- I heard your sailors tonight.

- And?

I had a bit of trouble with our friends the

sausage eaters. I need a passage out badly.

Can't be done. No accomodation.

Try a liner.

What if I could but I can't?

The old man's a stickler, I'm afraid.

When he comes back I know what he'll say.

You don't look like a stickler, Mr. Vaner.

Show me where I can hide and, on my word,

no one will see me before, during

or after we make it to England.

I hate to dramatize, but

its literally life or death.

- They've knocked you about.

- Yes, they did rather.

They knock everybody about.

Women included...

Yes, women included.

Better things to be done with

women than knock them about...

I think you're probably right.

Tell you what we got: Spilled water

tank empty. It'll fancy for a few days.

Few days...

- Where do we dock?

- Right up river. Wandsworth.

Wandsworth, do really? I think

I never been to Wandsworth.

There is a first time, isn't it?

I'll show you your "quarters".

It's a bit of luck, sir. Just your size.

That's the screw you don. So here's

some rations and the best of luck.

We'll disconnect the overflow pipe.

It'll give a bit of ventilation, ok?

It's an opening into the captain's

cabin, actually, so you can hear him

singing Rock of Ages in the tub,

and I hope you survive that.

See you in Wandsworth.

- What is this, Mr Vaner?

- Evening, sir. They want to search the ship.

Did they see the ensign we fly,

Mr Vaner? This is a British ship!

They're looking for a criminal.

No one searches this ship

without my saying so!

- Any stranger's on, Mr. Vaner?

- No, sir.

If my officer says there's

no one, there's no one.

I'm not gonna miss that tide.

I liked you to see a patch of gray sky, sir.

You're back where you belong.

Thank you, Mr Vaner.

The old man is getting his Sunday vest suited

so he must not be here. Not too bored?

No. I recited heroic poems to see if I could.

Didn't you? Well, they say your

trouble's over now, sir.

England! Home and beauty!

Hello, Uncle.

Nephew, may be. Now what the

devil have you been up to, Bobbity?

- It sounds as if you know.

- It sounds as if I don't want to know.

- Know what?

- People telephoning at all hours...

Home, urgent, in the middle of a rubber.

Can I say where you are?

How can I possibly say where you are

and count trumps at the same time?

It's not business of mine where you are.

You know, I've even got... what's his

name... Champagne Charlie on the line

I'd simply no idea that you were on

the German Embassy's dining list

I thought I would be safe when I got home.

It seems that I'm not out of the wood yet.

You know, you're a fool, Bobbity, you're a fool!

What happened to your eye?

Someone stomped a cigar on it.

Uncle, I'm a fool who

happens to be in a mess.

Not for the first time. Who did this?

A follower of your friend Adolph.

What? The mad Muller?

I know he brings pretty funny

folks, but isn't going too far!

What on earth did you do?

Pointed a gun at his master.

They followed me to England.

I didn't think they'd do better.

They're watching my digs.

Ah, they do?

Look, Bobbity, you better clear out

right away. Here is my advice.

Bug off, bug off somewhere... to Saskatchewan.

Yes, Saskatchewan. Where's that, by the way?

Canada.

Good God. Because you've made

an oversize mess of things, Bobbity,

outside, and Neville is furious.

- Neville?

- Yes, Nev...

the Prime Minister.

I know, I know, he may look like

a middle class denture salesman,

but he's got the role of His Majesty's

First Minister... and he is furious!

Or so I've been told. I can't see that it

makes much difference to his appearance.

Uncle:
what you think I should do?

Bobbity, I'm a member of the government.

How should I know what people should do?

Uncle, uncle, uncle... I AM serious.

You're not more serious than I am.

Turned out that you could be extradited!

If it's officially known that

you're still in the country,

you could be sent back in

chains, if they requested it.

Bobbity, you see: shooting

heads of state is never in season.

Even if they are jumped-up corporals

they are protected! Like... like ospreys.

So you know what you are,

Bobbity? You're an outlaw!

- You are an outlaw.

- Can't you suggest what I do?

Do? Like any fellow with a shred of

decency does when he blows his copybook:

You make yourself scarce and

not embarrass your friends!

Now you're sober you realize that this country

could be involved in a war over this.

- It may be involved in a war anyway.

- No, no, no. Nonsense, nonsense.

Neville has this Hitler fellow

mesmerized. You wait and see.

They are out to kill me.

No. No.

You're exaggerating, Bobbity. This chappie

you saw was probably some bookie runner.

- In Mayfair?

- Yes, in Mayfair. Things are not what they were.

They never were, were they?

My poor boy You know: I remember

warning once before not to be provocative!

That's not a matter I'm prepared

to discuss and you know it!

I liked her!

I loved her!

Sorry, sorry. Best keep off the subject.

So:
you're telling me to go to Hell, is that it?

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