The Captive Heart Page #2

Here. Go easy

with the soap.

Sorry, old boy.

We may make it last 2 days more

if we're very careful.

After that, we've got to make

do with godliness.

I say, Padre, what are you smoking?

Sauerkraut?

Fag ends, fag ends, fag ends.

Lucky fellow. I'm down to

Mr. Middleton's specials.

I hear there's a bush up by the...

That's not too bad in a pipe.

Had a marvelous

dream last night.

Anybody I know?

Eggs and bacon.

Tomato ketchup this time.

We must have lost

a shocking lot of stuff.

There's nothing to stop 'em.

He's bound to invade

before the end of summer,

And that's the end of us.

Here, steady.

What about the home fleet?

What about the Luftwaffe

waiting for the home fleet?

Well, of all the damn defeated!

Well, if you prefer to be a ruddy halfwit.

What about the RAF?

Hitler can't stage an invasion

until he's got control of the air,

and I don't see the boys handing

him that on a plate.

Hear, hear!

You can't judge Hitler

by ordinary standards.

If he thinks he'll invade,

he'll invade.

My old woman makes the kids pay a penny

a week for the Red Cross.

I'm writing to her to stop that caper.

Red ruddy Cross!

Bloody sausage we

ever get out of it!

It's only 2 months.

Don't forget, there were only a few

hundred prisoners here before.

Now there are tens of thousands.

It's a big job.

Yeah. Don't let's kid ourselves.

Nobody worries about us anymore.

We've been written off.

You're a pessimist.

How do you spell "sufficient"?

Same as the Sergeant

Major's blessing,

Two "F"s and 1 "C".

Writing about the grub.

Muck, I call it.

Bit of the old woman's cooking,

is what I'd like now.

What a sucker I was

joining the ruddy army.

Pitching meself coming it loose with some

of those rowdy old French dames.

Here I am shut up in this place,

then I'll be past it.

You ought to have joined the Navy

and let the world see you.

Now, son, there's no use you blowing off.

Take things as you find them,

That's always been my motto.

The way I look at it is...

Look at you!

Drip, drip, drip.

You turn me up.

You're worse than a woman.

Knock it, sonny.

I was swinging a rifle

when your nappies was

swinging on the line.

Swinging a lead, more like it.

Here, if you're looking for a kip

on the ear, my lad,

you've come to

the right person.

Ohh!

That cigarette.

Let me see it.

What do you mean see it?

Well, it's a Player's.

Where did you get it?

Saved it up, of course.

What's it got to do with you?

I had 3 Player's left.

You stole it!

Ah, go chase yourself.

Hand it over!

Pipe down, you little Welshman.

Give it back.

You did pinch that fag of young...

Yes, I did. So what?

Just this.

Ooh!

Been asking for it, sonny.

I'm a man of peace, and peace is what

I'm gonna have plenty of in here.

Blimey. They'll have to have you

at the peace conference.

How are you today, Jessup?

Mustn't grumble, sir.

Managed to get on his feet.

We'll soon get you out of here.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Morning, Lennox.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Got some good news for you, David.

Yes, Padre?

Yes, my lad. You'll be rejoining

the rest of us tomorrow.

Oh, that's fine, sir.

And I'll be able to take this bandage off.

Not yet, I'm afraid.

You'll have to wait till the optic nerve

is completely healthy again.

Then they'll send you to the

eye hospital for an operation.

So you'll have to be

a very patient patient, my boy.

I'll do my best, sir.

That's right.

I'm sorry, mate.

I'll give you a packet of 20

when the Red Cross parcels come.

Losing my temper over a fag.

I shouldn't have left them roving about.

You know, you wouldn't be a bad lad,

if you got rid of

some of your nasty habits.

Don't knock it.

Leave all that reforming stuff to the padre.

What's your job in

Ciwy Street?

Only suckers work.

Oh, a "Y" boy, eh?

You bet.

Me and Ted's

in the building business.

What about learning

the trade when we get home?

I'll be home long

before you two mugs.

You got out of tougher

spots than this, eh?

Sure.

Got a plan?

Dozens of 'em.

For instance...

You know, I can't make up me mind

whether to turn this into a brigantine

or a schooner.

I wonder how Jane's

getting on these days?

Who is Jane?

Your girl?

No, no, the Jane,

the strip in the "Mirror".

Oh, yes, the strip in the "Mirror".

Well, I suppose a highbrow like you

wouldn't read the "Daily Mirror. "

Why highbrow?

I mean, perfect German

and all that sort of thing.

Spent much time in Germany?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I have.

Come to think of it, it's funny

that none of the rest

of your chaps

got caught with you.

Yes.

Did you have a company?

Yes, machine gun company.

Machine gun company?

You see...

I think I'll turn it up.

Wound's hurting a bit.

And all I have to do is stow away

in one of them garbage bins

Or something... why,

it's as easy as...

If you're planning

an escape, Mathews,

may I give you

a piece of advice?

Individual escapes

hardly ever succeed.

These things have to

be very carefully planned

and coordinated by

a whole group.

All the same, sir, I'm

gonna have a go at it

If you have no objections.

Well, good luck to you.

Good luck.

Two-faced bleeder.

I don't know what it is,

but there's something

phony about that bloke.

Always sucking up

with the german m. O.

Like...

Or somebody.

Look, men.

That settles it.

But they do have machine gun

companies in the German army.

Do you seriously think

he's a traitor?

He speaks German

as well as any German.

Of course he does.

Why shouldn't he be a German

planted here

as a stool pigeon?

That would account

for a lot of things.

Yes, we're always

talking about home.

- He never does.

- I hate to believe it.

Come in.

May I report

something, sir?

Go ahead.

Well, it's rather

confidential, sir.

It's about somebody

we think's a 5th colonist.

An officer?

A matter of fact, sir, it is.

Captain Mitchell, sir.

There you are.

A minute ago, he overheard me

planning a breakout

and went straight over and talked

to one of the German guards.

Thank you, Mathews.

Keep your mouth shut

for the time being.

Very good, sir.

There's only one thing

to do with a rat.

String him up!

Here, wait a bit.

Man's innocent

till he's proved guilty.

Don't let us behave

like a bunch of nazis.

Come on.

Oh, Mitchell, you didn't destroy

your identity card, did you?

No, why?

Oh, just check up.

Have a look at it?

Do you mind duplicating

your signature?

You can't do it, you swine,

'cause your name isn't Mitchell!

Come on, what are we waiting for?

Let's get it over with!

Stop it!

If you have anything to say,

you better say it quick.

It's a long story, and...

You wouldn't believe a word of it.

You're dead right,

we wouldn't!

Shut up!

Go on, spill it.

I'm not a German.

I'm a Czech.

A Czech in British

officer's uniform?

That's bloody likely!

I'm in charge here.

Shut up, and that's an order!

Go on.

I escaped from

a German concentration camp.

I got through to France,

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