The Captive Heart Page #4

companionship...

The loss of your sight

can never argue those things, David.

We're your friends here.

We offer you our help

and understanding.

And waiting to

welcome you home

when all this is over,

are your own folk who love you.

I'll be all right.

18, 20, 21.

What's for tea?

Fancy cakes.

Just fancy you've had 'em.

Good job we haven't got any

brass monkeys in here,

We'd have the RSPCA

down on us, and no error.

Can't you do anything

with this ruddy stove?

Isn't there anything

else to burn?

All right.

I never said a word, did I?

Go on, burn the ruddy thing.

It's enough for a brew up.

They've come!

Hundreds and hundreds of 'em!

All right, I'll bite.

Hundreds of what?

Red Cross parcels

with ruddy...

The Red Cross parcels

are here!

Hooray!

Red Cross parcels

are here!

Hooray!

# O come all ye faithful #

# Yoyful and triumphant #

# o come ye, o come ye

to Bethlehem #

# Come and behold him #

# Born the king of angels #

# O come let us adore him #

# O come let us adore him #

# O come let us adore him #

# Christ the lord #

# Sing choirs of angels... #

O.C. Sports... you.

O.C. Music... Stephen Harley.

Anything else

I haven't covered?

No. Extraordinary, isn't it?

We seem to have

specialists on every subject.

Aren't you an expert

on anything?

Only racing, I'm afraid.

I had thought of starting a little

bookmaking business.

Why not? Anyway,

your money will be safe.

You can't welsh on us.

Ha ha!

Ok, number 4 shift.

How far?

About 3 feet.

Good. By the way,

doc, I put you down

O.C. Entertainment.

Fine.

What about me?

I've had masses of experience backstage.

What sort of experience?

No need to make low

insinuendos, old man.

Come on, fellows!

Here it is!

Mail from home!

Baker!

Here!

Macdonald!

Here!

My father's been thrown through

the dispensary window.

What, by an angry patient?

No, a bomb.

Well, well, they've requisitioned

the church hall.

I say, that's serious.

What is?

Veronica.

She sweats all night.

Well, surely she can

do something about it,

With all these

advertisements and things.

Don't be a halfwit.

Veronica's a filly

and is getting ready

for the flat.

Oh, sorry, old boy.

I thought she was a...

My kids have been

evacuated to the country.

And my girl

joined the land army.

Said she'll wait for me

till the cows come home.

That's one way of putting it.

Listen to this.

"Dear Daddy, today is your birthday.

"I hope it will be your last. "

Hello, David.

I didn't notice.

Shall I read your letter for you?

Thank you.

It's signed... Elspeth.

"Dearest David,

"Your mother says I am

silly to worry about it,

"but it seems queer

not a word from you yet.

"Do please send me a line

when you get this.

"The three of us had

a little party on your birthday.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful,

darling

"if you were home again

for your next?

"I miss you all the time.

"Your loving Elspeth.

"P.S. I'm going to join

the Wrens. "

Will you do me a favor?

I'd like to answer it at once.

Yes, of course.

Here's a form.

I've got a pencil.

Ready when you are.

My dearest Elspeth,

I am dictating this

letter because my wound

Is not quite better yet.

I've been thinking things over.

And this is to ask

if you will release me

from our engagement.

I realize now I don't feel the way

I fancied I did about you,

So it's best to make

a definite break.

Yours, David.

David, why not

tell her the truth?

It is the truth.

About your eyes, I mean.

Why not let her decide

when she knows?

Will you please

send that letter?

But David...

Please!

All right, David.

Ted, it's it!

It's it!

It's it!

Wonderful news, man,

wonderful.

It's Delish.

There's a baby coming.

Good old Di!

I reckon that's

the best Christmas

present you ever had.

I can see her now,

the way she smiles with her eyes.

Aye, indeed.

It's lovely to...

How do I look

for a godfather?

Why, yes!

That's it, man.

You and Flo.

It goes without saying.

And what's the matter?

Got the same chit

from the income tax as me, old boy?

Well, don't worry.

They can't put us in jag.

We've had it.

What wouldn't I give to see

Queen's Park play Rangers this year.

Never mind, padre.

They'll be playing over here one day.

Achtung! Achtung!

All British prisoners

will parade at once.

Hello! What's cooking?

Forster's on the warpath. They're gonna

search the camp with a fine comb.

Forster again.

Achtung! Achtung!

All British prisoners

will parade at once.

Achtung! Achtung!

All British prisoners

will parade at once.

Gentlemen, we have

discovered your tunnel.

Since you have thus abused

the amenities accorded you,

and pending reconsideration

of the camp's security measures,

all these amenities will be removed

until further notice.

I've given instructions, therefore,

to confiscate all books, writing material,

music, all tables and chairs,

mirrors, knives,

and shaving equipment.

You may dismiss the...

Right. Dismissed.

I suppose I shall have to

grow a beard after all.

I don't know whether to have

one of those 2-pronged affairs

or a natty little imperial.

Wonder how long

they'll keep it up.

Not more than a month,

I should think.

Well, I'll keep on nagging

at the commandant.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

I hope this slight setback won't

prevent you from trying again,

But I must add

a moat will be dug around

the whole perimeter,

which, as you know,

makes tunneling impossible.

Captain mitchell, who speaks

such excellent German...

What's he want this time?

Wants to know why I haven't written

a single letter home.

Well, why should you?

Mitchell may have had nobody

particular to write to.

But he had.

This came today.

It's from his wife.

You must answer it,

or she'll make enquiries.

You'll have to fake it.

Seems a pretty

cruel fraud.

You're wearing

a dead man's shoes.

You've got to get

used to the feel of them.

My handwriting. She'd know at once

it wasn't her husband.

Yes, take a bit of figuring out.

Alibi for using your left hand.

That's what you need.

I can't see much point in this,

Now the blighters

have taken away the football.

Well, anyway,

it's good exercise.

Think so? I suppose next week

they'll give us back the football

and take away

the goalposts.

Come on, it's

your turn now.

Ready?

Look out!

Good morning,

Mrs. Mitchell.

Thank you.

Oh, look.

I've mastered the boiler

and the tire pump.

I won't be defeated by

a miserable wireless set.

I've heard from Geoffrey.

Really?

Is he well?

I don't know what to make of it.

He seems so changed.

Good. Any change in Geoffrey

could only be for the better.

Well, the change

seems to include his handwriting.

Hurt his hand.

Using his left.

Listen to this.

"It is a world cut off

completely from the real world.

"Time stands still here.

"The future is remote.

The present empty.

"Even the past begins

to seem unreal.

"But a man must have

something to hold onto.

He must forge lengths

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