Wee Willie Winkie Page #5

What do you want me to do?

Stand on me head?

Someday maybe.

But, Grandfather...

won't ya- can't you take Mommy

to the dance tonight?

Oh, so that's it, is it? Oh.

Oh, please. Listen.

Doesn't that music

make your feet just itch to dance?

My dancing days are over.

But Mommy's aren't.

Couldn't you take her

and just sit around like a...

uh, cauliflower?

Like a what? Uh-

A wallflower you mean. Not me.

Oh, please.

Make it a surprise.

I won't tell her a word.

- Oh, we'll see about it.

- Oh, Grandfather.

Now you pop off to bed.

You'd wheedle the whiskers off a thistle.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Bagby.

- Private Bagby!

Bagby!

Yes, sir.

- Get my Wellingtons.

- Your what, sir?

My Wellingtons, you idiot!

My Wellingtons!

Your Wellingtons?

Yes, my dress boots.

I'm going to dance.

Very well, sir. You know,

you didn't take your nap this afternoon.

Joyce? Joyce?

- Do you dare?

- But, Coppy, you're on duty

and you're not dressed.

- Oh, come on. Let's listen to the music.

- Well-

Joyce?

Joyce?

Coppy, this is so much nicer

than being in that stuffy pavilion.

Mmm. It's so fragrant out here

with the scent of the blossoms.

Yes. I shall think of it often

when I'm back in England...

- tramping over the moors in the rain-

- England!

Yes. I'm resigning my commission.

You are? Oh, Coppy.

No, I just wanted to see

the expression in your eyes.

Oh, Coppy, you're dreadful.

You do care, don't you?

No.

You idiot.

- Why, good evening, sir.

- Good evening, Beak.

- Ah, Mrs. MacMonachie.

- Why, Colonel.

- Have you brought your daughter-in-law?

- Yes. No. Um, is she here?

- I haven't seen her.

- Ah. Will you excuse me? I'll look for her.

Carry on. Carry on.

- Raiders are attacking the arsenal, sir.

- Gentlemen, your posts!

It's the arsenal!

On the double, boys.

On the double.

Give me your rifle, quick!

- Corporal.

- Sir.

Two casualties on our side, sir.

Guns and ammunition all intact.

- And the fire's under control.

- Good.

Ha! They thought they'd

catch us napping, eh?

- Prisoner, sir. I think he's a chief.

- That's good.

But, uh, Khoda Khan escaped, sir.

- Escaped?

- Aye.

So that was their game.

They've tricked us.

Tell him we'll give him the lash. We'll

give him the lash if he won't speak up.

No speak, Colonel.

- Take him out.

- Prisoner escort, attention, quick march!

Captain Stuart, one moment.

Mr. Brandes. Captain Stuart.

Telegraph Raj Pore. Have them

relay the news to the other posts...

that Khoda Khan has escaped.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Brandes, you're under arrest.

I, sir? For what?

For deserting your post, sir.

- Well, Bibberbeigh, what luck?

- They've scattered like geese, sir.

Ah! Well, you men

had better get some sleep.

- There'll be nothing more to do tonight.

- Good night, sir.

Good night.

- Colonel?

- Well?

Why did you have

Coppy put under arrest?

- You know perfectly well why.

- Yes, perfectly.

Because you've had it

in for him all along.

- He deserted his post.

- But the raid would have

occurred just the same.

You're using that just as a pretext-

uh, a technicality.

Doing everything you can

to keep us-

I am not interested now

in the affairs of your heart.

But I cannot have you interfering...

with the discipline and obedience

that I demand from my men.

Discipline? You've no heart.

All you've got inside of you

is a book of army regulations!

I've had enough of it!

I'm sorry I ever came here,

put myself under obligation to you!

Well, you won't have to

put up with us any longer-

not a single day longer!

- Why are you crying, Mommy?

- Priscilla.

What are you doing here?

Come on back to bed.

- Why are you making my mommy cry?

- Priscilla, hush.

Mommy was always happy till we came here,

no matter what happened.

Priscilla, dear.

I don't care. You've no one

to stick up for you here except me.

Making her so miserable...

just when I was beginning to think

you were nice and kind...

and liked Mommy and me.

Oh. Come here, dear.

You don't understand...

either of you.

Joyce, you've never seen

a whole regiment wiped out...

because of a blunder...

or laxity in discipline.

You've never seen death

all around you.

But I have.

Priscilla, up in those hills...

there are thousands of savages

all waiting for the chance...

to sweep down the pass

and ravage India.

Now...

it's England's duty.

It's my duty, dear...

to see that they don't.

As long as I live...

that duty is going to be done.

The only women we want here

are those who can understand that...

and respect it.

Yes, perhaps you're right.

It might be better if you did go home.

Of course, I'll continue

to provide for you. L-

I wish we could-

We can't get through to Raj Pore, sir.

The wires are cut.

- Eh? What's that?

- The wires are cut, sir.

We can't get through to Raj Pore.

Well, that means we're in for it.

Are we really going back

to America, Mommy?

Yes, dear.

And leave Coppy and Sergeant MacDuff

and Mr. Mott and everybody?

Yes, we're going back home.

That's where we belong.

- The patrol has just left for the hills.

- Oh? Who's in command?

- Lieutenant Brandes.

- Brandes? I thought

he was under restrictions.

- You ordered all men released for service.

- Ah!

I can't imagine the patrol

being in less competent hands.

However, it's done now.

Come on. Come on.

Well, what's this?

What's this? What's this?

We're leaving. We were just waiting

to say good-bye to you.

That's impossible. You can't go now.

The roads aren't safe.

You'll have to wait.

Maybe for weeks.

Then we aren't going? We'll see

Coppy again and Sergeant MacDuff?

Please, Colonel,

when is his trial going to be?

There's not going to be any trial.

He's off.

He's gone- gone on a dangerous mission.

The patrol has been ambushed, sir.

Cut out.

Ambushed? We're in for it now.

Are you all right, sir?

Did they hit you badly, sir?

Are you badly hurt, Donald?

Where did they hit you, man?

Oh, it's too bad. Those dirty dogs.

- Hello, Pipe Major-

- Not now, lassie.

Now look here, Winkie.

Keep away from these here rifles.

Corporal, what is-

Go on, Winkie. Come on. Beat it.

Hello, Sandy.

It's so sharp that a man

can shave himself with it.

- Mr. Mott.

- Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Mott.

- Hello.

Will you please tell me what

they're all getting ready to shoot?

Why, Khoda Khan of course.

Who do you think?

Khoda Khan. Why?

Just because he ran away?

Why is everybody mad at Khoda Khan?

Ha! That's a good one, that is.

"Why is everybody mad at Khoda Khan?"

Why are all the horses

getting new shoes?

So they can run fast enough

to catch Khoda Khan?

Missy Winkie, I am busy.

Go away, please.

I know somebody who will tell me.

Psst.

Can you come here a minute?

I came to call on Sergeant MacDuff.

I'm "afeered" that you can't see

the sergeant just now.

Is he asleep?

Aye.

Will you give him these

as soon as he wakes up?

Aye.

Oh, they're beautiful.

I picked them

in Mrs. Allardyce's garden.

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