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Well, this stalemate is humour to me,

sir Robert, if we must raise the subject.

Look, let's not play bluff, shall we? You've

only one course, and that is to resign gracely.

oh, and please don't try burrowing your

way out by some ingeniously route.

My chap is going to be out here whenever

I'm not and he has such a nervous disposition

he would probable shoot the moon

if you came out unexpectedly.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Pleasant dreams!

Sir Robert?

Sir Robert, are you there?

I'm still here!

So am I! Because I got

some good news for you.

We'll have you out of there inside the hour.

You will be free to go home, to your place.

You'll be in time for the first of the pheasant.

I'm very glad it's worked out this way.

I'm sure I would. I have enormous respect

for you; personally, you know, Sir Robert.

A member of a party, Major, which

respects nothing but power and brute force!

And you're a man to go into

the jungle with, sir Robert!

And that's the highest tribute I can offer!

Our party needs men like you!

What is it exactly what you

want me to do? It's time to tell.

I have a piece of paper out here.

Here, bring it here...

What I'll do is:

I'll shove it down your

blowhole on the end of a stick.

All right...

Got it?

First catch a mouse, and

then give him the cheese.

Absolutely right!

Absolutely right!

Oh, this is rubbish! The British Government

knew nothing whatsoever about my trip

and you know that perfectly well!

If I put a wager I'll toss one way or the other

about what anyone knew or did not know.

Your uncle is in the Cabinet.

Who's really going to believe

that you weren't given the nod?

- Weren't you?

- No.

Look:
I'm as British as you are, sir Robert.

I wish this country great, just as you do.

That document will never see the light of day

unless Neville, of the Jews forces into war,

and then only to prove to public opinion,

--to the people of Britain--

that it's a war that's been forced on the

Fuhrer by pansy boys and weeping willies.

- I don't sign lies!

- Truth! What is the truth

when it comes down to it?

What is true is the truth!

And what's the truth about

this, so called, sporting stalk?

I wanted to see if it could be done.

You wanted to kill, I presume,

because you thought it would help.

- Help?

- Your country.

If you like...

In other words:
even if the Government,

the politicos, knew nothing about you...

you were, as it were, acting for Britain.

- I don't see why all this matters!

- I'm sure you do, sir Robert.

You mentioned signing lies:

It happens to be the truth

what I'm asking you to sign.

- I don't agree!

- Your actions agree, sir Robert,

which is more to the point.

Let's us say that your motives were patriotic.

That makes them the same as mine.

You and I, sir Robert, belong on the same side!

We are two of a kind!

Don't assume that because we both

go to a good tailor we are on the

same side. We are not!

Look:
you're going to do as I say or

say your prayers. As simple as that.

Sign and be damn with it, or else...

Aren't we all in a great hurry?

Well, I can't stand around here

talking all day. I should get cramped.

Breathe some more of that lovely fresh air you

got in there, my dear fellow, and tell me

how it feels in the morning.

Some company for you.

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

I hope by tomorrow you'll be

in the mood to be sensible.

By then, the atmosphere in there

ought to be conducive to reason.

I must go back.

They trust me. They rely on me.

I must.

Without me...

Without you...? Not yet, Rebecca.

He'll be sorry, Asmodeus, old friend.

He'll be sorry!

Splendid morning, Mr. Drake!

Right like, sir, sure, to wander

Yes... Well, I shall profit from it while I can.

Come along now, and get some grab.

And cheer up!

I don't suppose you'll be needed much longer.

Morning!

- Sir Robert!

- Yes?

I said "good morning"!

- Did you?

- Manners, my dear fellow, manners!

One must preserve the proprieties, you know.

- How are you this morning?

- Reasonable.

Tha air out here is splendid this morning!

How is it in there?

- Sir Robert?

- I'm still here.

You know:
honestly, Sir Robert, I never

imagined a man like you could be so

thoroughly unreasonable.

Didn't know that reason was

something you cared much about.

This is a nonsense, you know: submitting

yourself to this stressful adversity. Really it is!

You know, Major, I've been thinking.

Purpose of the exercise, my dear fellow.

Even if I... I sign this famous document

of yours, whatever useful it'd be?

No one's get to see it.

There isn't going to be a war.

Your Fuhrer has promised and we all know that,

if... if a man like that gives a promise...

I tell you, it's a pure formality!

Unless someone on your side

gets up to some nonsense

and tries to foment a war against

this country's natural allies... You see...

- Sir Robert?

- What about...?

- What about...?

What? What about what?

This chappie of yours...

Chappie?

Your chappie! How much does he know? How

do I know that I'm not going to be blackmailed?

He's a Swiss. Forget him!

The Swiss are people of quite astonishing

dullness and repetitive, my dear fellow.

A combination nurtured by generations of

democratic governments and milk chocolate.

- I'm rather fond of both.

- Not that, Sir Robert.

The British Lion is losing its

teeth on account to the one

and its will to fight because of

its addiction to the other.

Why prolong this ludicrous debate?

Sign!

Sign and then...

You're a natural leader, sir Robert.

I know it; you know it.

Now, what place do you have

amongst the rats and the rabbits?

My place amongst the rats and the rabbits

is, I assure you, none of my choosing.

So you want a world that belonged

to the Jews and the n*ggers, do you?

Cause that's what democracy is.

Mr. Roosevelt and his Yankee Doodles or

the Great Russian bear scrolled across

Europe, with England between its paws!

I don't know, I don't know...!

I can't breathe. I can't think!

Sign the paper, man! You could think later.

I got a bottle of Piper in the car.

I bust the pen!

Bust the pen? You are an ass!

A pen is the least of our problems!

Here I am, Major ...

So you are.

- Don't kill me, sir!

- Name?

- Muller, sir.

- Muller, of course...

Have you seriously took to the work, Muller?

Burying a fellow human being alive

came quite naturally to you, didn't it?

I thought you were one of the Major's men, sir.

He said you were. Oh, sir, my wife...

- Want to see her again?

- My God, sir, I swear ...

Let's swear quietly.

Or better still, save your breath.

We got work to do.

Go on, man, pull him right in!

My God, sir!

Very cozy!

- What air is it in there!

- Yes, sorry about that.

I wouldn't say anything, sir. Ever.

To anyone. You can trust me.

Yes, I can... Rather depressing, really!

Now here's what we'll do:

after dark we topple down to the farm...

because we have to collect our gear, don't we?

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