The Hill Page #8

I will.

- Now, get the others over here.

- Yes, sir.

Double over, you two!

Come on, move it!

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right.

Halt! Stand still.

McGrath. You had a fight with Roberts,

is that right?

We had a slight difference.

- And you witnessed it.

- They had a scrap.

You made a right job of him, didn't you?

- I'm not responsible for the state he's in.

- Then who is?

Staff Williams, sir.

He took Joe out, and when Joe come back,

he was like that.

I'll say I know damn well

McGrath had nothing to do with it.

Stand to attention

when I'm talking to you.

Now, n*gger boy, tell me again,

what did you see?

You black ape, I'm talking to you.

Do you want to do a dose of solitary?

You stinking filthy n*gger, answer me.

What did you see?

I'll see you in hell, you...

You ruddy useless Sergeant Major. In hell!

Look at that.

Dancing about like a flea-bitten monkey.

Thinks he's still in the jungle.

I'll teach you you're in the British Army.

I quit your stinking army, you hear that?

You loud-mouthed Sergeant Major.

I give up this damn soldiering.

Now what you gonna do about it?

Throw every charge in the book at him,

Staff.

Sir.

But first of all, see that Harris has him

outside the Commandant's office

at 0930 hours.

The Commandant can hear his case.

- Yes, sir. You'll be there, sir?

- No, Staff.

I shall be busy making arrangements

for Stevens' funeral.

You're gonna let them shoot

their mouths off and not be there, sir?

You worried, Staff? Any cause to be?

I haven't.

Let them shout, then I'll have my say.

Go on. Double away, you two.

Left turn, double march!

Move it! Move, move, move!

Left, right, left, right.

Come on, double, double, double!

- You're a clever boy, you are.

- I quit this army.

- Don't be daft.

- Clever boy.

What's the clever thing to do? Go crawling

to Williams the way you do, huh?

Now just watch your big mouth.

I'll kill that man if he lifts

one finger to me, one finger.

- Yeah, go on. You're all shout.

- And I know how tough you are.

Now watch your step.

You useless article, made in Yorkshire,

exported to the Middle East

and marked ''Fragile! ''

Come on. Go on, you're the big man in the

cell. Did you hear what he said? Come on.

What the hell is this now?

Break it up, break it up, break it up now.

Come on, come on, break it up.

You're on Commandant's orders.

Get dressed, King, and get outside.

- I've quit the army.

- Get dressed!

I've finished with the army,

and this is what I think of British justice.

Stark raving bonkers. Outside, all of you.

King, what the hell's wrong with you?

I've finished with the army,

so I don't wear the uniform.

You're going into the Commandant

dressed like this, lad?

Unless you've got a top hat

and a bone to put through me nose.

That's the way you white folks think

that we dress back home.

This ought to be one day he remembers.

Come on, then. All right, double.

Come on, double! Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

There you are, Roberts.

What's the verdict? Medicine and duty?

You go back to your cell, pick up your kit,

and then I'm recommending you

for hospital.

I wouldn't do that.

The RSM wouldn't like it.

- I decide what's...

- You decide nothing.

You just do what you're told.

Look here, Roberts,

I'm making a full report about you.

Well, you'd better,

because I'm fighting every one of you

in this dirty, lousy dump.

Every one of you. Every single one of you.

Left, right, left, left, left, right, left,

left, right.

You've had me for a soldier.

Wouldn't get me in

the Boy Scouts after that.

Shut up, lad.

- King, attention!

- Mr. Harris.

You may tell Mister Commandant

that Mr. Jacko King will see him now.

Quiet down, you dumb lad.

What are you doing, then? Get back, you...

Horace, sit down. Don't stand up for me.

I've jagged in me rank.

I recommend this brand,

but I cannot recommend your hotel,

Horace. The service is lousy.

Staff!

Sir, he's round the bend, sir.

I can't do anything with him.

So you don't like the hotel?

Not since one of the guests died, no.

Staff, get this mad man out.

Send the RSM to me.

He's making the funeral arrangements, sir.

- What?

- Stevens died, sir.

- Well, why wasn't I told?

- You weren't here.

Send the RSM to me

the minute he gets back.

- Who died?

- George Stevens!

Williams murdered him.

- Get this maniac out. Out!

- Sir!

King, double out, lad! Double! Double!

Double!

Horace.

Williams murdered Stevens.

Don't forget that. He murdered him.

Right, get back to your details.

Party, halt!

Get those prisoners out of here,

Staff Harris.

About turn, double march!

Roberts imagines

that he's being persecuted.

Imagines he was beaten up

by one of the staff, does he?

Even that.

So he was.

- What did you say?

- So he was.

- You realize I'll have to report that?

- Let's hope you do.

- Lf it's true.

- You know it's true.

Yes, Harris, but would you tell

the Commandant that?

Yes. Yes, I will. I will.

There will have to be an enquiry.

You'll have to give evidence.

Yes, I know, but yours is the only evidence

the court will take seriously.

After the RSM's testified that I'm useless

as a prison officer, followed by

every screw he can muster

and Williams and...

Of course I'll need evidence,

but this man's here for striking an officer.

They'll have a very strong case, Harris.

Evidence? If you don't move soon,

you'll have all the evidence you need.

His coffin.

All right, you two, get your kits.

You're going into solitary.

About turn! Double in!

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right.

Come on, move it.

The men are not to come in here, Staff.

- Well, my orders, sir, were...

- I'm giving the orders now,

and I have a very serious complaint

against you, Williams.

From Roberts, sir?

And Staff Harris.

His days are numbered.

I've just had a word with the Commandant

and I'll answer any queries

as to how I treat prisoners

at the Court of Enquiry, sir.

I'll see the other prisoners now.

In fairness, sir,

send for the RSM before you...

I will conduct this my own way.

- Have you any complaints?

- Sir.

I want you to fix it for me

to get posted out of this cell, sir.

I can't take much more of this shower.

Get me out of here, sir.

You. You, any complaints?

I've falsely confessed to the Commandant

that I half beat up Roberts,

and that's why I'm going into solitary.

I'm telling you,

the army's had me for a soldier

if something's not done about this.

Right, get out.

I haven't always seen eye to eye

with you, Roberts,

but good luck.

McGrath, watch out for yourself.

- Why is this man improperly dressed?

- Refuses to wear King's uniform.

- Stand to attention.

- Oh, no. No, man.

I don't recognize the army or the officers.

- I quit.

- I said stand to attention.

- You're talking to a civilian, Cuthbert.

- Give him to me, sir. I'll teach him.

Joe, you tell me your visiting hours,

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