The Night Watch Page #3
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- 2011
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or I'll put you on manning
the damn telephone.
Loose lips.
It's for your own
good, Langrish.
You'll pull that once
too often one night.
I need a mortuary run.
Who's not done it this week?
Mother and three kids.
No survivors,
Parkside Road.
After identification, take
them to the local mortuary.
Err, I'll go with Hughes.
Maybe you are a bloody hero, letting
O'Neill off the hook that way.
If you're a good boy,
I'll let you drive.
SIREN RINGS:
Direct hit on a shelter.
We think there's four kiddies.
More limbs than we
can account for.
Genie!
Genie!
SCREAMING:
What on earth have
you done to yourself?
Why do you have to go
out there every night?
No-one would think the worse
of you if you didn't. I would.
SHE SOBS:
You should get some sleep.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
GUARD APPROACHES
OK in there?
What could I say?
He obviously thinks
I'm your sister.
Or your lodger.
You're my spoils
of war, my darling.
Hello, stranger.
You remember Julia?
We bumped into her at that
Red Cross do at Christmas?
Of course, yes. Hello.
Your hair's different.
I like it.
Do you work round here?
Town Hall, housing department,
relocating bomb victims. And you?
Helping survey
bomb-damaged buildings.
Speed up reconstruction if and
when this bloody war ever ends.
I suppose you're still doing your
trusty ambulance bit every night?
Gets lonely, doesn't it?
How's the writing?
Seems irrelevant, frankly.
Not to say pointless.
So many terrible things
going on in Europe.
People still need
entertaining, don't they?
Somewhere to escape,
now more than ever.
Which way do you, err...
? Lavern Road.
We must meet up for lunch
sometime, since we're close by.
I'd like that.
Good seeing you again, Kay.
Why will you never talk about
what went wrong between you?
SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
You always change the
subject, don't you?
It was a misaffection, that's all.
What we felt for each other
wasn't entirely equal.
That's how I know
it's right between us.
SHE RETCHES:
Oh, it's little Miss Pearce!
Shift up ladies,
make room for her.
We girls are all
law breakers, love.
You're no better
than the rest of us.
All I'm saying is, give
a man a decent job,
a decent home, he'd get the
point of pacifism soon enough.
So where are you on
pacifism, Pearce?
Not given it much thought.
There we are!
The less we think about war,
the less we question it, the
more compliant we become.
Mr Mundy! Help us out here.
Enlighten us
as to why the prison
system won't let us
read newspapers or
listen to the wireless,
or anything which might
actually inform or educate us?
You know why, lad.
Because hearing from the outside
just stirs you all up.
In other words, denying us the
right to form our own opinions
makes us easier
for you to manage?
You have a grievance, Mr Fraser,
take it up with the governor.
Or better yet, Mr Churchill.
All right, son?
Give me an honest sadist than
a hypocrite like him any day.
He's better than most of them.
And kinder.
To the pretty ones, he is.
LAUGHTER:
DISTANT SINGING:
Run rabbit, run
rabbit Run, run, run
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun
Run rabbit, run
rabbit Run, run, run
Run rabbit, run
rabbit Run, run, run
Don't give the farmer
his Fun, fun, fun
He'll get by Without
his rabbit pie
Run rabbit, run rabbit...
Tastes like battery acid.
That's quality contraband
gin, I'll have you know.
So it hasn't got you down yet?
Living in the shadows?
The pretence to be someone
you're not every waking second?
This from the women
who used to say living
outside the social
order was intoxicating.
After the war, I'm tempted
Find myself a nice chap, push out a
couple of kids while I still can.
After the war things
will be different.
We will be used to
independent women.
All the old prejudices
will be gone...
They need us to be independent NOW
to drive their damn ambulances,
work in their factories!
Come the peace,
they'll have us back
in aprons, you'll see.
I for one do not
intend to win the war
and lose the peace.
I have too much to lose.
Looking like a man doesn't
give you the same rights, Kay.
DOOR BELL RINGS:
Oh! Take that lot through.
Kay, glasses.
Excuse me.
I saw Julia today.
We're meeting for
lunch on Friday.
You don't mind, do you?
Why should I?
Say if you do - I'll
make up an excuse.
I don't mind, really. Just remember,
fiction is her speciality.
WAILING:
SOBBING:
Hope you like rabbit.
Is it really rabbit?
My neighbour claims they're
running wild all over London.
He says he saw one on a platform
at Victoria Station the other day.
Apparently it was
fearfully het up.
Kept looking at its pocket
watch, saying it was late!
Things are going well for
you and Kay, are they?
VOICES APPROACH:
God!
This passion everyone
has now to parade
around in uniforms
even off duty,
as if war gives them some
status they otherwise lack.
They're just proud
to wear them, surely?
I have a tendency
towards cynicism.
It used to drive Kay mad.
I should be more generous
and well-adjusted, like you.
Me? Well-adjusted? Hardly.
You seem to handle the whole
grisly L business pretty well.
I mean, I never really thought
about it before I met Kay.
It just never...
occurred to me.
If you ever need company when Kay's
off doing her ambulance thing,
I'm in the book.
I know how lonely
these nights can be.
I'll remember that.
Thanks.
I've enjoyed this,
it's made a nice change.
I'd forgotten how
underrated the word nice is.
We've seen your twat, Chase!
And it was as black as a hat!
She can't answer, she's got
her gob round Evan's knob!
Doggy-style!
SHOUTING:
Shut it!
MAN SINGS:
# I see her trippingwhere the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies
that dance on her way
Many were the wild notes
her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe...
God, I wish I had
a girl right now.
To touch her...
Sweet Jesus.
Pearce?
Are you awake?
Pearce?
God, you're a
pathetic specimen.
You were dreaming.
I could see it in your face.
Of me, I hope.
You look just like when I first
held you in that dreadful place.
I have something for you!
You spoil me. You wait
till the war is over.
My life will be dedicated
to making you happy.
The buttons are real bone, see?
I had your initial
put on them...
Try it on!
How glamorous you look.
Like Greta Garbo!
Sorry, damn tube's up the spout.
Before I forget.
It's too big, Reggie.
It's only for show, isn't it?
Remove your shoes
and your skirt
and your underthings,
Mrs Harrison.
And sit back in the seat.
Right back.
I must ask, when you leave, to put
a handkerchief over your mouth,
give the impression you
were here for dental work?
The war has made everyone
so suspicious these days.
Legs apart.
Try not to tense up.
So, then... Deep breathes.
Here you are, sir, the Devon Hotel.
Cheers, thanks.
Let's get you inside.
Bloody shyster, trying to
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