This programme contains some scenes of a sexual nature.
# 'I'm gonna buy a paper doll...'
# That I can call my own
# A doll that other fellows cannot steal
# And then the flirty, flirty guys... #'
'There are songs to sing, feelings to feel, and thoughts to think.
'And you can't do three things at the same time.
'The singing is easy; the thinking comes with the tune;
'so that leaves only the feeling. Am I right, or am I right?
'I can sing the singing, I can think the thinking,
'but you're not going to catch ME feeling the feeling. No, sir.'
Mam... Dad was wavin'.
He was wavin' all the time, Mam.
Mam... Our Mam!
'That's bloody old Hitler clone for.
'So everything'll be all right.
'That's what 'em do say, innit?
'It'll be a lovely clay tomorrow.
'What's it? Bluebirds an' that. Over the...
'Everybody says, when the war is over - lights and flowers, butter, eggs, the LOT...
'Comics, sweets, everything!
'It'll be all right, all right, ALL RIGHT.
"'War Rushing To An End", exclamation mark! I do like me an exclamation mark.'
MARLOW AS A MAN: 'The rooks gather in the lost trees, comma,
'like premonitions of the night. Full-stop. Why do they cry? Question mark.'
# 'I'm gonna buy a paper doll, That I can call my own
# 'A doll that other fellows cannot steal...'
# And then the flirty, flirty guys, With their flirty, flirty eyes
# Will have to flirt with dollies That are real
# When I come home at night, She will be waiting
# She'll be the truest doll In all this world
# I'd rather have a paper doll To call my own
# Than have a fickle-minded real live girl. #
# I guess I've had a million dolls or more
# I guess I've played The doll-game o'er and o'er
# I've just quarrelled with Sue
# That's why I'm blue
# She's gone away and left me
# just like all dolls do
# I tell you, boys, It's tough to be alone
#' And it's tough to love a doll
# That's not your own
# I'm through with all of them. #
VERY FAINT: # 'I tell you, boys, It's tough to be alone
# 'And it's tough to love a doll That's not your own
# 'I'm through with all of them, I'll never fall again
# 'Say, boy, whatcha gonna do-o-o-o?
# 'I'm gonna buy a paper doll That I can call my own...' #
'Mam... Mam! Oy, Mam...
'Why can't Our Dad come wi' us to London? Why do him have to stay? Eh, Mam?
'Questions, questions! They won't let him out the pit, that's why.
'Then why don't WE stay?
'I wouldn't stay in that house for £100. Not if you put it in my hand now.'
I know. I know, I know, I know.
Questions, questions.
FAINT SOUND OF SOLDIERS MARCHING AND WHISTLING "LILl MARLENE"
# "You'll always be my Lili Of the lamp-light
# My own Lili Marlene... #
Mein hat! Mein bloody hat!
Englander pig-dogs! This is bloody Biggles' doing!
Hip-hip! HOORAY!
'Hip-hip! HOORAY!' Hip-hip! HOORAY!
Enough! That will do. >
Deeper...and DEEPER! Look at it now!
Deeper into the black heart of the evil land!
Oh, boys and girls! Oh, it'll be a very great clay,
< the clay that is coming. Better than any you've ever known.
Better even than Christmas or your birthday! it will be a WONDERFUL clay... Yes, Rita?
Will the bells ring, Miss?
Oh, indeed, the bells will ring out, yes! All the church bells!
Starting with Westminster Abbey,
then all across the country, from john 0' Groats to Land's End... Yes, Brian?
Will there be bonfires, Miss? Yes, indeed, Oh, yes! But on top of each one won't be Guy Fawkes,
< but old Hitler himself!
< He can raise his arm and shout "Heil",
but WHOOSH, makes no difference!
< Crackle, crackle, up in flames he goes!
Enough! That will do.
When darkness falls on that clay, victory clay,
all the lights will begin to glow again, to beam and twinkle again.
All the lights will go back on, > boys and girls.
All the lamps in the street, >
< the lights in the shop. Lights, lights,
everywhere a-shining!
< Ah, but can you even begin to imagine what that will be like?
Can you remember the lights? Can anyone remember?
No, none of you recall peacetime. >
< But it won't be long, the way things are going.
Thanks to our brave soldiers and sailors ancl airmen: God bless their hearts.
Oh, it certainly won't be long now!
< The great clay is coming!
So...chests out...
< "shoulders back...eyes bright!
< Shape each word loud and clear.
We are going to sing the song that is at last, at long last, going to come true... Oneand two!
# It's a love-ly clay to-morrow
# Tomorrow is a love-ly clay
# Come and feast your tear-dimmed eyes
# On tomorrow's clear blue skies
# If today your heart is weary
# And every little thing looks grey
# just forget your troubles, And learn to say
# Tomorrow is a love-ly clay. #
HE MAKES NOISES LIKE SHELLS EXPLODING
Stop it, Philip.
Mam... Our Mam. What is it now?
Why won't they let Our Dad out of the pit?
Direction of Labour. What's that?
It's doin' what we're told as makes us free.
Just sit quiet. You should've brought your "Hotspur".
Look out the window before it gets too dark to see.
It ain't half a long way. England's a big country.
Excuse me.
Excuse me... Would you like a cigarette? Don't smoke.
Oh, clear. No vices, eh?
I wouldn't bank on it.
'Seeing things again, are we?'
'Something's wrong. This ain't never right.
'Where's Our Dad? Do him know about the woods?
'What be they lookin' at I for?
'Is it MY fault again? Perhaps they be German in disguise.
'But I thought everything was going to be all right when we beat them.
'But where...where are we going?
'Round and round, I reckon.
'Round and round and bloody round.
'Same bits all the time.
'Summat's wrong. Summat's bloody wrong, mind.'
MRS MARLOW SOBS LOUDLY
ls there anything we can do, love?
What's the matter? It can't be as bad as that. Mam, don't.
It's... I'm all right.
It's... Leave me alone.
I'll be all right in a minute.
Irreducibly beyond elucidation.
THAT wins a prize! A subscription to the Reader's Digest.
Impossible to unravel, I mean. You think so? Oh, yes.
There are always things that puzzle us as children. Accept it.
DO you? I accept the sky, I accept the birds, I accept bird-shit.
There are always things from our childhood that we can never properly work out. They are mysteries.
They remain so...even to a writer of detective stories.
You're not a character out of The Maltese Falcon. You're like someone in The Archers. Sorry?
The way you pace up and down behind me where I can't see you!
Are you pretending to be eccentric, or are you genuinely cuckoo?
D'you think it helps? If so, let me tell you it's VERY IRRITATING!
Mmm-hmm... Mmm-hmm.
God in heaven!
Has your wife not been to see you?
Oops, sorry! You said you were not married, didn't you? Ahhhh, there you are(!)
You're beginning to look better.
Am H?) You seem to be in less pain, eh? It's not hurting so much.
Let go these neck muscles. What?!
Look round. How? Turn your head. You'll get fewer headaches.
Who said l...? But you DO, don't you? Severe ones.
And, partly as a result, your perceptions are distorted, hmm?
Minute by minute we make the world. We make our own world.
The point is... THAT IS the point. The point is, you ARE beginning to use your body more freely.
Leaving aside the skin, is the arthropathy less pronounced?
Maybe.
Wouldn't you be better off in a side ward?
Why? You might want to start working.
With more peace, more privacy... How can I do that?
I never write anything. I dictate. Ever tried it? Who to...TO WHOM?
Oh, there ARE people...agencies.
Has someone been getting at YOU? What?
Has a high-class whore of my former acquaintance been thrusting her hard little nose into my affairs?
Mr Marlow, you DO intend to get better?
What?! You DO want to? What do you think?
Chronic illness can be a useful shelter.
A cave in the rocks, into which one can safely crawl... Illness, is it not a cave?
Not much of one. A very poor BLOODY CAVE!
Not a comfortable one, of course!
No, there are bats in it! Rodents with wings of skin, and fur, and eyes that can see in the dark!
But then, you know about BATS!
What do you mean?! You see... You turned.
You turned, virtually all the way round. Yes, I did... I mean,I am.
KNOCK AT DOOR
What's the matter? What's going on?
Progress. Undoubted progress!
Who knows how far it'll go. Tomorrow can be a brighter clay!
I never went to see Billy Graham.
But there IS someone you remind me of.
# It's a love-ly clay to-morrow,
# Tomorrow is a love-ly clay... #
MARLOW AS A MAN: 'Swing it, jazz it, drag it, howsoever the beat.
'I know hoods when I see them. You don't play nursery tunes to pugs with marbles foreye-balls.
'I knew I was ankle-deep in a mess.
'I had to decide whether to let the ooze get up to my knee-bones.
'Something needed doing, and I don't mean dropping the toast to see if it lands butter-side up.'
Do you ever go to the zoo, Mr Honey?
Or maybe the reptile house? Ever watch a tiger in his cage? What are you on about? Pad, pad...
Looking for a way out, any way through those bars. But you know what the tiger hasn't worked out?
What? There IS no way out.
They never get out. Period.
Let's forget the silly second-hand remarks.
Do you mean my paperback-soiled, side-of-the-mouth, mid-Atlantic quips? Precisely.
It's too late to change my style.
Well, you'll have to change something. What have you come upwith?
As yet, nothing. Zero. Nix. Nichevo.
What? Russian for big-O.
Yes, I know it's Russian.
Mr Marlow, you can't deny I'm paying you good money. Money!
Why "good" money? I don't know its virtue.
Good or bad, I'm paying you because I heard you were the best. So precisely what are you doing?
Vamping. What?! Vamping till ready.
Can't you talk in decent English?
Vamp till ready. That's what the piano player does while he's waiting for the band.
Jesus! You'll be telling me next you don't know Hoagy's surname. E
Carmichael... It's CARMICHAEL! For God's sake!
Yellow- mellow.
Not curling at the edges.
So far, the intro does not tell us the sort of song, so we must vamp until things start unravelling.
We have to wait. What if the police arrest me? They might.
If the cops had enough, they'd have nabbed you. They're not broody hens. They don't sit on their eggs.
What?! They like to break the shell and FRY what's inside.
I'm the last person to see her alive! Last but one. Ah, yes, of course. Last but one.
You have some expensive things.
I have some NICE things. That's not what I meant.
EXPENSIVE, I said. Hideously expensive things.
Tastes differ. YOU'RE more at home in dance halls, I dare say.
You're not exactly penniless, eh?
I do all right. Oh, I can see THAT.
But what do you "do all right" AT? I buy. I sell.
But what do you buy, what do you sell? That's MY affair.
But maybe you're selling the wrong sort of stuff to the wrong people.
Some trades are not healthy. Really(?)
Maybe the gap's too big between purchase and sale price. The word for THAT beginswith
No. No? No!
Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
Why d“ 'mu ask'? How's your German, Kamerad?
I speak it, a little. How little? "Auf" but not "Wiedersehen"? Enough to find my way around.
Or to say "Guten Tag" to some Nazi on the run? What?
Well, now...am I right, or am I right?
You see, I'm a slow sort of guy.
I can't even keep up with a retired tortoise.
But funny little tunes DO make me tap my toes.
And I get there. I get there in the end.
MARLOW HUMS A FEW BARS OF "DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES"
I think...
I think I've underestimated you.
Well, that's no new experience.
Mr Marlow...
My ears swivel when I'm listening.
I HAVE slightly misled you. I didn't go to that nightclub by accident. I'm listening.
A club like that isn'tjust a high-class brothel. Not all those girls are what they seem.
Girls are never what they seem. Murder's not my cup of tea, I can tell you.
Somebody is trying to pin the girl's death on ME.
It may well be a counter-intelligence thing.
D'you understand? Go to the window. K&
Take a peep. Why? Pierce the gloom.
I'll bet that one of those girls is out there.
A girl...? What sort of girl? Take a look.
I'm only guessing. I might even be wrong... Am I wrong, or am I wrong?
# Underneath the lantern, By the barrack gate
# Darling, I remember The way you used to wait... #
Why is she there? What does she want?
I'll be the pickles. You be the ham. What?
You're not too good as an actor, Binney.
You know who it is out there with a pistol in her pocket.
You know WHAT she is. OK, WHAT is she(?)
She's as red as a London bus. SHE doesn't trade in Nazis, and she wonders why YOU DO.
ME?! Yes, YOU.
Get out, Marlow... Get out! And don't let me see you again.
What about my fee? Fee?! What fee?
I sing for people who dance!
Tell me the tune YOU want. I'll croon it for YOUR dance.
When your feet go through the trapdoor, I'll enjoy that.
You're cheap, Marlow.
Ten cents a dance, fella.
MARLOW AS A BOY: 'Where are we going?
'Round and round, I reckon. Round and round and bloody round.'
# ..When birds allsing, Then love was king
# Of MY heart And Marlene's
# Time would come for roll-call
# Time for us to part
# Darling, I caress you
# And press you to my heart
# And 'neath the far-off Lantern's light
# I hold you tight, It's OUR last night
# 'My Lili of the lamp-light'
# My own Lili Marlene. #
PHILIP!
'PHILIP!'
NOISE OF UNDERGROUND TRAIN
THE RECORDING OF "LILl MARLENE" CAN BE HEARD, NOW SUNG IN GERMAN
Now, THAT is German, Philip.
That is your actual bleedin' German that tart is singin'.
Language, Dad! What?! Don't say "tart".
Don't tell ME what to say!
It IS a tart singin', innit?
It's not nice. Come over posh now?
Philip doesn't understand words like that.
He'd better bloody well learn, then!
Gotcha.
Oy... Oy!
Oh, bloody 'ell!
Oy, Charlie! WHAT?
Wiv us now, are you, mate? What?
I thought you was dead. Like bein' in a bleedin' waxworks. What is it? Bloody miles away, you was.
It's better than being here. And a bit more private.
Oh, all right then. Be like that.
Sorry, mate. I don't want to talk.
Christ all-bloody-mighty!
It's the fag, see.
It's the fag, innit? What?
A fag! Oh, d'you want one?
I'm gaspin' for one, I tell you.
I'm DYIN' for one. Probably more true than you know.
Bloody old doc! He's off his coconuts.
I smoked all my life. Never clone me no harm.
Give us one, eh? Look...
Go on... Well, lend us one then, eh?
Give us a drag, for gawd's sake. It's bloody cruel, so it is.
Look, I can't throw and I can't get out of bed!
No... Nor me.
Why's that, then? Me chest!
Your heart! No, me chest. I got this awful pain in me chest and all the way down me arm.
And you want a cigarette?! Well, it'll clear me chest. A fag clears your throat!
Go on... Give us one, there's a pal.
Look, I can't get out of bed!
Nah... Nor me.
It's like bein' back in the war, innit...eh?
Like gold, they was then... The fags was!
Little bars of gold. You could get anythin' with a fag!
You could hump a lovely young girl for a couple of fags. What?
Lovely bit of skirt, if you had 20 Player's on you! Where? When?
When we come into Hamburg. 1945.
Cor, the bloody place was flattened!
They come out of holes, them Krauts. Yeah, out of holes in the ground.
You know, in the rubble an' that.
Ohhh, some 0' them women!
Cor, bloody hell!
You know, them what-you-call-its... You know, frowlines!
Yeah. Blonde, in't they? But nice. I'm not talkin' about no slag.
No, lovely bits 0' stuff!
Good knockers on 'em, you know?
Well, couple of fags it was for a shag!
Couple of fags, and UP with their dresses and DOWN with their knickers!
What's wrong? What's the matter?
Che-st! Hurts, does it? In pain, are you?
Are they coming up out of the holes in the ground, George? All. those blonde girls with frightened eyes!
Are they pointing at YOU? Going to give them a couple of fags, eh?
(Nu-u-u-rse.)
And what would YOU do with a pretty young nurse, Georgie Porgie? Would you think of her as a saint?
"UP with their dresses and DOWN with their knickers!"
Time has come for roll-call. You've asked for it, George.
Time has come to part. The old lamp is clue to go out!
Nurse!
NURSE!
A WOMAN'S LAUGHTER CAN BE HEARD
Christ, we must be half a mile from anywhere. We haven't seen a soul.
Ah, but you do not come from here, durst? What's that got to do with it?
Round here, there's eyes and ears everywhere.
I do know, mind. Can't be too careful.
I didn't know you were so nervous. I byunt nervous. just careful.
There's nothing to worry about. There's only trees. Bloody trees and brambles and God knows what!
Oh, that laugh of thine! No wonder thou's make I nervous.
I shall have to stop thy mouth, won't I?
Oh! Hang on a minute, Raymond.
Hold on, let's get you off.
No damage done, as I can see. Don't tear my dress. Christ, this is sharp!
Keep still. Don't tear my dress!
That's right. Get an eyeful(!)
And lovely 'tis, too.
I could look at tha all the live-long clay.
Hey, steady. What's the matter? No marks, Raymond. No bruises.
Hey, hey, no sense in wastin' time. This is what we come for, innit?
I can't hold back no more!
Oh, God! Don't touch me there!
Not yet. Oh, I can't... Raymond, wait!
We can't lie down here... Jesus Christ, Ray!
There's a little hollow up here a-ways, Bett. A sort of dingle dell.
Better'n a double bed, eh?
You've been here before!
It's not the first time. I byunt sayin' nothin'.
You dirty devil. You're no good, Raymond. But that's what you like.
Thou doesn't want no angel. Don't be so big-headed.
There's always another apple in the barrel. Come on, then. Let's seethe pips.
Have you got the thing? Will it be all right? Course I have!
A bit of fun never hurt nobody. I'm not so sure about that.
Not if nobody finds out, it don't.
You'd never tell, would you? Wnat sort of bloke dost think I be?
I can't abide things that creep and crawl.
They be better got rid of.
And I can't abide dirt. Gets every-bloody-where, dunnit?
A MAN AND A WOMAN CAN BE HEARD PANTING AND GROANING
Ahhh! Ray!
Lovely...lovely.
Ohhh! Ray!
It's over.
RAYMOND SIGHS CONTENTEDLY
Oh, stay in me... Stay!
'One more done, then... Don't laugh like that! I byunt laughing.'
Not in the way thou's thinkin'. Yes, you WERE! Hey... HEY...
HEY...
You're heavy, Raymond. Pressed tha right into the ground, have I?
Off. Get off me!
Get off me, Raymond! All right, all right.
Don't tha start gettin' funny now.
You liked it, didn't you?
Got no complaints in that department, hast?
Bett... Thee's got lovely titties, mind.
Real beauties. As good as I ever seen. Don't say that!
No, mind, the best!
Don't make comparisons! Well...
They BE.
You should be proud on 'em.
You go on about it as though... I ain't a sow, Raymond! Awww...
The way you go about my... Aww, now! Who said "sow", hmm?
Hast thou ever seen one, eh?
I don't like crude talk. Oh, sorry. Sorry(!) Wash my mouth out, shall I?
All the same...
What?
Thee's still got lovely 'uns.
Raymond... Oh, my babby.
My babbY-
Do you mean it? My lovely soft babby.
Raymond...
Raymond. No, listen. Listen to me. Listen to me!
Now, listen!
'Listen, listen... Listen!
'Raymond... No, listen.
'No, listen...'
Forty-five...fifty... sixty...eight!
< That's £2.68! £2.68. Right.
< And one packet of mints. What?!
A packet of mints, unopened. She's the type to ask, his wife.
'No, listen. No, Raymond, listen!'
What are we doing? What do we think we're doing?
I could bite a piece out of tha, and that's the truth, Bett.
Oh, Bett...
I wish this was... Well, thee's know.
Thee's know what I do wish.
I'd give half my life for it.
It can't be. It'll never happen. Why?
Oh, God... Oh,Jesus!
I could, though. I could!
You could WHAT?
Bite tha!
I'll bite a piece of tha! Sweet as an apple. Sweet as...mmmm.
No...don't!
Please don't, Ray.
KL“
'What's him a-doing? What's him a-doing to Our Mam?' Don't!
'Mam, shalll fetch Our Dad? Mam!'
Don't. No!
I can't stand what's going on! I can't!
Hey, now.
Hey... There byunt nothin' to cry about.
'Now, is there? LOUD SOBBING
'Hey, stop it now.
'STOP IT!
'It's only a bit of fun, innit?'
ls there anything we can do, love?
What's the matter? Things can't be as bad as that, can they? Mam, don't.
I'm... I'm all right.
Leave me alone. I'll be all right in a minute.
Move over. What?
Move over. Come on!
Now, now, we can't have THIS. >
Things can't be this bad... Blow your nose.
Come on. It's clean.
Thanks.
Leave her alone! Now, sonny! Keep thee hands off Our Mum!
Philip! Nobody'll touch your Mum!
Our Dad'll kill you! Philip!
And the man in the woods! And the man!
# Do I worry 'Cos you're stepping out?
# Do I worry 'Cos you've got me in doubt?
# Though your kisses aren't right
# Do I give a bag of beans?
# Do I stay home every night And read my magazines?
# Am I frantic 'Cos we've lost the spark?
# ls there panic When it starts turning dark?
# And when evening shadows creep Do I lose any sleep over you?
# Do I worry?
# You can bet your life I do-o-o-o-o!
THE MUSIC CONTINUES
# Am I curious When the gossip flies?
# Am I furious About your little white lies?
# And when all our evenings end
# 'Cos you got a sick friend That needs YOU
# Do I worry?
# Honey, you know doggone well I do!... #
MURMURING AND WHISPERING
# Do I worry 'Cos you're stepping out?... #
There, y'see! See, old butty?
Look at where him ha' got his hand!
And that byunt the only place him ha' been!
MOCKING LAUGHTER
LAUGHTER DROWNS OUT THE SINGING
THE LAUGHTER SLOWLY FADES
# Do I worry?
# 'You can bet your life I do-o-o-o-o!' #
NURSE MILLS: Packet of mints.
That's it, then! Can you carry on? I suppose so. Why? Mr Marlow needs to be greased.
(You're welcome.) Has he complained?
Not exactly. Yes, I can manage. Thanks.
Are you going to the Italian later, for pasta? I expect so.
I expect you're wondering when we're going to get to you. I hope he's left more than that. Sorry? £2.68.
That's only what's in the locker.
Anyway, what are you doing listening to things that don't concern you? Yeah, I've clone too much of that.
Anyway, I can do you now. Anyway(!) Sorry?
Anyway, anyway(!) What's up? There's a curse on that bed.
Don't be daft!
You think it'll be many things, our grim old friend: it'll come in many guises - enemy, friend,
terrorist, Liberator. Goodness(!)
But never quite so matter-of-fact, so insulting.
That's two so far in the next bed. Each time it's been like waiting for a bus on a wet morning.
We don't think about it. You can't. No, of course not(!)
I'll draw your curtains. Ancl count my change? Now, now.
"Now, now." You might get out of here quicker if... YES!
I'll draw your curtains. And count my change!
Which is what? Old guy. Ten.
This? That.
Where would you rather start - legs up, or neck down?
L...l find this a bit embarrassing.
Has to be clone. DOES it? You'd notice if it wasn't.
Count your blessings. This filthy Stuff! You'd think I was going to swim the Channel.
Well, lie back and think of England.
I hope this stuff doesn't sting too much.
Now...
I'm going to grease around your private parts first.
'Think boring!
'John and Yoko, Ethiopian aid, Mark Thatcher in the desert, pyramids... No! not pyramids...
'Gardener's Question Time chaired by Peter Hall, Fog Phillips on a horse,
'the National Film School, Elvis' birthday... No. Quick! What's the most boring...?
'The 5th Beatle, David Owen, how-we-yomped-across-the-Falklands,
'Ludovic Kennedy! Think Ludovic... Oh...' Aahh!
I'm sorry! But there's no way this can be clone without lifting your...
'The Court page, jimmy Savile OBE, Wimbledon fortnight...'
'It's no good... Ludovic Kennedy, Archer - not a penny more Archer, Geoffrey Howe...
'No... A flock of sheep, colour supplement special offer...
'No, think the story. The story!'
You're cheap, Marlow.
Ten cents a dance, fella.
'No! Don't think of the PISTOL! Not a pistol. Not a pih, pih...'
Who is this, Binney - someone for real, or just your dirty mind?
That's art. It's beyond YOU.
I'll tell you one thing. I'm all ears. You try to use that gun,
you're a dead man. Gun?! What gun?
I think I know this dame. Her name is E. Lucy Dation.
What are you talking about, Marlow? Am I right, or am I right?
Really... 'You should have better control of yourself.'
Wouldn't it be better to think of, well...something else?
Yeah. Something else.
Mr Marlow!
That's my handle. I vont to talk. Not here. Keep back. Keep out of sight.
Meet me outside the Laguna in half an hour.
Little fool.
Damn!
GUNSHOTS
I tried to warn you. I tried to tell you, you silly...
Skinskape's.
What about Skinskape's, Lili?
Skinskape's...a front for...
A front for what? The Nazis they haven't caught yet?
The Nazis that the British and Americans don't want to see caught?
Isn't that right? Rockets...
Rockets? You mean V-2s? You mean the rocket scientists? And you Reds are trying to stop it?
Isn't that it?
I'll get you!
Whoever you are...whatever you are...wherever you are.
I'LL GET YOU!
Philip!
PHILIP!
Philip, come back! Please!
Philip!
PHILIP!
Subtitles by Ewan Angus BBC Scotland - 1986
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