The Hill Page #9

I'll come up and see you sometime.

Harris, take this lunatic into the corridor

and keep him there till I'm ready for him.

Yes, sir. After you, Mr. King.

- See you later, Joe.

- Okay, Mr. King.

Double out!

Double!

Bartlett, move it!

You can see what we're up against, sir.

If you're easy on them,

we won't be able to do

a damn thing with them, will we, sir?

What the hell are these men doing

idling here in the corridor?

- Orders, sir.

- Whose orders?

M.O.'s.

- What's going on here, sir?

- I'm giving these men a medical.

On sick report, are they, sir? Why?

It's not your place to question me,

Sergeant Major.

Soon as you've passed them fit,

I want them, sir.

I've had some complaints

about Williams' treatment of...

Prisoners complaining,

we get that sometimes.

King just tried it. Walked in...

Walked in, mind you, on the Commandant

half-naked, just in his tribal feathers.

What kind of a bloody fool

are you trying to make of me, sir?

The complaint against Williams

came from Staff Harris.

Harris.

- What have you told him?

- I told him the truth, sir.

The truth?

What the hell are you talking about?

It's not your fault, sir, it's Williams'.

It's me. Me! Who the hell runs this place?

Retract all you've said, Charlie!

Put your finger onto him, Bert. Get him.

You telling me again how to run

this place, are you? Outside, Staff.

Sergeant Major,

Roberts is going into hospital.

Keep him here, sir, in a cell.

Be better if you attend him here, sir.

Sergeant Major!

In 25 years,

I've never known a balls-up like it!

From now on, I'm checking on every man,

every prisoner, every staff!

- Staff Harris!

- Sir!

Report on your brother officers,

would you?

Try and undermine my authority, eh?

A useless article like you, Harris.

You're under close arrest.

No, don't push me too hard.

You're gonna need

- all the help you can get!

- I'm breaking you!

Now, before you're confined

to your quarters, do something useful.

- Get a cell ready for Roberts.

- No.

Help Roberts with his kit.

He's going to hospital.

I'm in charge of discipline here, sir!

Then you look after your department,

and I'll look after mine.

Don't try and cancel out my orders.

I have the final word

where the men's health is concerned.

Perhaps I was hasty.

- I've had a day of it.

- Yeah, so has Roberts.

He's going into hospital.

It's a pity you didn't put Roberts

and Stevens on light duties, sir.

What?

I thought Stevens looked delicate,

but that wasn't my worry, was it?

- What are you driving at?

- Were they fit?

Let's start with Stevens, was he fit?

If I understand you right, by God,

you're going to be in serious trouble.

- Did you give him a medical?

- He did not. I was there, wasn't I?

Passed him A-1 fit for punishment.

I punished him alongside Roberts,

King, Bartlett and McGrath.

Well, he's dead.

Heat exhaustion, sun stroke and...

Stevens was a sick man and I only caught

on when it was too late, I'll swear to it.

Your neglect lumbered me

with a dead man.

Now, you put Roberts into hospital

and give me the chance to break you.

- Sergeant Major.

- Don't let them get away with it.

Sergeant Major, he's trying blackmail.

You heard him.

I'm putting Roberts in a cell.

Look, I gave an order.

Get Roberts into hospital, sir.

A court martial will break you, sir,

not Williams.

Shut your trap, Harris.

The Commandant's got to check on

this lot now. I won't be slow in telling him.

It's me who's gonna bust you, Bert.

I'm sorry.

I'll double Harris to his quarters, sir.

That's not the kind of doubling

you're gonna do. Get Roberts out.

Me? I'm running this place.

You ain't running this place, Bert.

Williams is, look at him.

He took over days ago,

and you still haven't caught on.

I'm reporting everything

that's happened here.

It's you I'm after, but I won't worry

too much if you go down with him.

I'm phoning for an ambulance.

Roberts is going to hospital.

Then I'm going to see

the area commander.

Try and blackmail me, would you,

Williams? Well, try it. Go on, try it.

Have you anything else to say?

Yes, sir. You won't do any better

than Stevens on that hill.

What the hell are you doing there?

Get back, do you hear me!

I'm giving you an order!

- Get away from that door!

- Move along, lads.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- Thank you, sir.

Right, Bartlett, I'm putting you

in another cell. Follow me.

I knew I could trust you, Staff.

It was getting very dicey in there, Staff.

Roberts, get your kit.

I'm moving you into a lonely cell.

Why don't you catch on?

Your days of turning men

into toy soldiers are over.

I run this place. Me.

I say what goes and what don't go.

Williams, I told you when you came here

I stand by my staff.

- We've gotta do some quick thinking.

- You won't get me into another

bloody mess like this again.

I'm putting you on the gate.

Listen, Harris and the M.O.

Are going on report...

You're a bit too hot even for me!

You don't seem to understand

we stand together!

You work alongside me,

and I'll show you how it's done.

You don't belt them in this game,

you break them, gently break them,

then you build them up again

into men, into soldiers!

Listen. We throw it all onto Harris

and the...

You listening to me?

People listen to me when I'm talking.

Don't you ever forget that.

Will you shut up a minute?

I'll tell you how!

You pay attention.

I've got enough on my plate without you...

You trying to give me orders?

No one does that!

I run this place. Me.

I say what goes and what don't go.

Even if you go to the Commandant,

think he'll listen?

He's saying yes to me

before I've even walked through the door.

Now, get this place cleaned up.

It's a pigsty.

Carry on, Staff.

In 25 years, I've never known anybody...

Never, not in 25 years, never.

You're on your own now, Williams.

No, you're still with me, Roberts.

Just you and me this time.

Don't touch him!

Don't f*** it up, boys. Don't touch him!

You'll f*** it up! Don't touch him.

We've won.

We've won. You'll f*** it up.

Double! Double!

Double!

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