Running's always been a big thing in our family,
especially running away from the police.
It's hard to understand.
All I know is that you've got to run,
run without knowing why, through fields and woods,
and the winning post's no end,
even though barmy crowds might be cheering theirsens daft.
That's what the loneliness of the long-distance runner feels like.
Cheer up. It'll soon be Christmas.
Miserable sort of bloke, ain't he?
Back home again. Nice little bunch we've got this time.
- This lot? They'll be over the hill in a week. - Cheerful, aren't you?
I sometimes wonder if I believe in all this setup.
When you've been in it as long as I have, you stop asking yourself that.
- What the hell are those fools trying to do? - Where did you come from? Idiot.
I'll get out and give you a lift, mate.
I might have guessed. It's that imbecile outing again.
It's a waste of time but I hope the officer books him.
What a garbage dump. It looks like the bloody place they shut Monte Cristo up in.
- I tell you what, it looks like our house. - Look at that. A right stackers' borstal.
- Do what? - Long-term place, mate.
Come on, sit down. Let's get these bracelets off you.
- Hope it's better than that detention centre. - Yeah, I hope me ma's got the dinner on.
- Come on, we haven't got all day. - All right.
Say sir when speaking to an officer.
Wants teaching a bloody lesson, that one.
In here, lads. Line up in front of the officer.
- Hello, Harry. Still here? - Working for that pension, such as it is.
- Aren't we all? - Hands out of your pockets, lad.
Come on, line up!
Here you are. Six new receptions. And a right lot they are too.
Yeah. Looks as if we're gonna have to fumigate them.
Keep it quiet.
What d'you think this is, a holiday camp?
Now let's listen to your numbers. 988, 989, 990, 991, 992 and 993.
- All yours, Mr Craig. - All correct, Mr Fenton.
Right, get your clothes off, all of you. Put 'em on the floor. Come on, move!
Er... Underwear as well, sir?
If it's not too much trouble, lad. Get 'em off!
Come on. We're gonna put you in the latest fashions.
Pint-sized loudmouth. Soon take care of him.
Yeah.
Come on, step on it. The Governor's waiting to see you.
Good.
- Chief, this is a great day for us. - How's that, sir?
Something I've been hoping for a long time.
Gives one a real sense of achievement.
Come in!
Fall in here! Look sharp!
Line up in front of the Governor! Chins in! Chests out!
Arms by your side! Shoulders back!
Where's your tie?
- I... I... - Don't answer back!
- What's your name, lad? - Elliot, sir.
- And yours? - Smith.
- Say sir when you answer to the Governor! - Sir Smith.
That won't get you far here, lad.
Well, all I have to say to you is this.
I don't have to know what you've done.
You are here for us to try and make something of you,
to turn you into industrious and honest citizens.
Well, as we see it, that shouldn't be too difficult.
We like things to run smoothly here, of course, both for you and for us.
The sooner we have your cooperation, the sooner you'll be out of here.
If you play ball with us, we'll play ball with you.
We want you to work hard and play hard.
Good athletics, sports, inter-house competition.
We believe in all that.
Come in.
There you are, Stacy. Just a moment.
Well, as I was saying, we're divided into houses.
Now, none of you is proud of being here.
But there's no reason why you shouldn't be proud of your house.
Stacy here is proud of being the leader of Drake House, aren't you?
- I am, sir. - I'm going to put these lads in your charge.
- You show them the ropes. - Right, sir.
- Right, off you go, then. - Come on, move!
Splendid news.
Ranley School is going to compete with us on our sports day.
That's the first time in our history that a public school has joined forces with us.
- How's that, eh? - That's good news, sir. Congratulations.
Thanks. Oh, but it's the lads I'm thinking of.
This'll give them a great kick. Put them on their mettle.
Is Ranley competing in all events, sir?
Yes, but they've offered a special challenge cup for the cross-country run.
- I'd say that's our best chance, sir. - Stacy ought to win that challenge cup.
I doubt if Ranley School has anyone to beat him.
If they had, he'd have to be a champion, sir.
Mr Brown, I hope your first impression of us won't be too critical.
I know you young chaps from training school think of us older men as back numbers.
- Oh, not at all, sir. - Oh, yes, you do.
It's not surprising after all those newfangled theories that you've been stuffed with.
But theories don't always work out in practice.
I'm greatly looking forward to doing what I can to help these boys.
Though, of course, I realise that a borstal housemaster's job is not an easy one.
I suggest that you trail around after me for a bit to get the hang of things
and then we'll let you loose to...
do your worst, hm?
- What got you here? - Oh, zip up.
- Who do you think you're talking to? - A cockney slag by the sound of it!
- You Liverpool ponce! - All right!
When we get inside, I'll write it out on your face with this!
- OK! - I'll have the pair of you in a bit!
You find something funny?
- No, no. - Well, is there anything on your mind?
I was just wondering whether you were the, er... Governor's assistant.
You'll find it pays to play the Governor's game here.
All of us is graded and you don't get out till you make top grade.
I'm not losing any privileges 'cause one of you bleeders gets the house a bad name.
And always remember they've got the whip hand.
D'you know what I'd do if I had the whip hand?
I'd get all the coppers, governors, posh whores,
army officers and members of Parliament,
and I'd stick 'em up against this wall and let 'em have it.
'Cause that's what they'd like to do to blokes like us.
- Well, you'll learn. - We'll see.
Burn, Charlie?
Snide.
Use your loaf.
He's the daddy, Stacy.
- What's the daddy? - He runs things round here.
- You lost again. - What, again?
- Who's that big-headed git? - Roach.
Right, boys, by your beds. Come on, line up. Come on, it's lights out, come on.
Come on, line up there.
Come on, look sharp. Come on, Stacy.
- Cold, lad? - Not yet, sir.
Ready for the reception? No PT shorts, only your pyjamas. Take his name.
Right, come on, hit the sack.
Come on, socks off. In that bed.
Quick as you like.
There we are. Good night, lads.
Come in.
- Colin Smith, 993, sir. - Good. Come in, Smith.
Sit down.
- Cigarette? - No, thanks. Sir.
Well...
- You're a new boy here, aren't you, Smith? - Er... yeah.
Yes. Well, so am I.
Two new boys together in a manner of speaking, eh?
- Well, perhaps we can help one another. - How, sir?
Well, you can help me by telling me all about yourself.
Now, for instance, how did you come to be here?
What's that tape recorder on for, sir?
- Don't let it worry you. - No, I won't, sir.
Anything you say is strictly confidential. It won't go beyond these four walls.
OK? So, how did you come to be here?
- I got sent, didn't I? - Yes, I know you got sent but why?
I got caught. Didn't run fast enough.
- When you broke into this... What was it? - Bakery.
Bakery, yeah. What were you thinking about at the time?
I wasn't thinking about anything. I was too busy breaking in.
Erm, yes, but...
Well, just describe the action to me in your own words. Put me in the picture.
Got over the wall of this baker's yard. Broke into his office.
Hm. I think you can do a bit better than this, Smith.
Erm...
Surely your nerves were on edge, weren't they? You felt afraid.
If I'd felt afraid, I wouldn't have broken in, would I?
Well, all right. Fair enough.
Look, I want you to help me.
I'm going to say a word and, erm...
I want you to reply with any word that comes into your head, OK?
Like, erm...
If I say to you, "Food", what do you think of?
Er...
I'm sorry, I don't get the idea at all.
Well, erm... would you like to do it to me? Say a word to me.
- Tape recorder. - Tape recorder? Desk.
I don't know why I said desk. It just happened. Now I'll say one to you.
Erm... water.
- Football. - Football?
Ah.
Sky.
Snow.
Snow indeed.
Erm... Girl.
Look...
What are you trying to do to me? I don't understand.
Now, come, Smith, please. I'm trying to help you. Help me. Girl.
Boy.
Boy?
- Have you got a girlfriend, Smith? - What's it got to do with you?
All right, all right.
Erm...
Gun?
- Horses. - Knife.
- Smoke. - Car.
Crumpets.
- Father. - Dead.
Why do you say that? Is - is your father dead?
Ah.
- Right. When did he die? - The other week.
The other week?
I'm... very sorry. Your mother was very upset, I expect.
- No. - She wasn't?
Not very.
I think that'll be all for now. Thank you.
- You mean I can go now, sir? - Yes.
Well, thank you very much, sir.
- I hope you do well here. - I hope you do, sir.
- What? - In a manner of speaking.
Oh, I see. Right.
Thanks.
They certainly drive themselves hard on the playing field.
They're high-spirited, Mr Brown. If they weren't, they wouldn't be here.
Each of us has to expend our energy on something, you know.
Mens sana in corpore sano, eh?
That's better than some of that psychiatric stuff they shove at us. You mark my words.
Yes, but surely you believe
that an emotional readjustment might be the answer to some of their problems?
Of course I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here, would I?
No.
But how do we tackle the basic aggression which these lads obviously feel?
By channelling it in the right direction.
I was wondering whether life wasn't a little more complicated than a football match.
Go on! Go on, then.
Come on!
You see that?
- Right down the middle with it, Don! - Get it!
- That's a foul, ref! - Oh, come on!
Swallowed your whistle, ref?
Dirty bastard!
- Come on! - Go on, Colin! That's the one!
- Go on! Get round him! - Come on, Col!
Go on, Col! That's it! You're on your own, boy!
- Shoot! Shoot! - Come on!
- Well done, mate! - Marvellous!
Quiet! Quiet in the shower!
All correct, sir. Class 22.
- That new lad Smith scored that goal. - Yes, sir.
- He can run. - He's not bad, sir.
- Well, we'd better keep an eye on him. - Right, sir.
- Where is he? - He's in the shower.
- Right. Come along, Brown. - All right, now, get on with it! Get moving!
That was a good goal, Smith.
- A good goal. - Oh, thank you, sir.
Well, it's often a moment like that can make a big turning point in a lad's life.
It's not hard to guess what sort of home life that lad had.
- Where the bloody hell have you been? - Out.
You're never around when I want you. Here am I strugglin'.
- And I don't get a blind bit of help from you. - He's always out, he is!
- He goes out about! He goes out about! - He goes out about!
- Shut up. - Shut up, you lot!
- How's Dad? - The doctor's with him now.
Poor devil. It breaks your heart to see him.
- I dunno. This is the last thing I expected. - It'll be all right, Mam. Don't worry.
Don't be daft. Even the doctor says it's no use hopin'.
He's trying to get your dad to go to hospital. But I know he won't.
Can I have some money to go t'pictures?
No, you can't. You can go to Auntie Vi's and look at her television.
Don't want to. She's only got BBC.
Be quiet. Can't you see your mam's upset?
You won't get me to go to no hospital!
I'm no bleedin' guinea pig for anybody!
- When's Dad going to die, our Colin? - He isn't gonna die, Johnny.
Doctor told Mum he was yesterday.
- We'd do best to leave him. - It seems so, but he's very poorly.
He's in quite a lot of pain and won't even have anything to help it.
I'll leave you to see he takes this, though.
It's a difficult time, but all we can do now is see that he's comfortable.
I'll look in tomorrow.
I'm not going to no hospital, you hear?
I'm not going to no hospital!
All right, we know you're not! I'm going to be late for work.
Billy, take that round to the chemist's.
- I'm not taking any pills! - Suit yourself.
Shut up! Shut up!
Don't bother about the chemist's. He won't take it.
Here you are, run round to Mrs Raleigh's and get some of that herbal painkiller.
Mike! Hang on a bit.
Hello, Col.
- How's your dad, then, Col? - Oh, he's asleep.
- Are you coming? - Where to?
I don't know. Come on.
Hey.
- Where did you learn to drive like this? - My cousin had a taxi.
Hey, look, keep death off the road.
Hey, get a load of this gear in the back.
- What's in here? - I'll wear that.
- Hey, d'you want a fag? - Great.
- Here you are. - Thanks.
- Where shall we go to, then, James? - Who d'you think I am? The chauffeur?
Go on, run him over.
Better luck next time. Let's go to London.
- We haven't got enough petrol. - Oh.
Hey, birds.
- Slow down, then. Slow down. - We'll have these.
Hello, gorgeous. Coming for a ride?
- Who are they? - I don't know.
- Take no notice. - Scoot, show-off.
Don't be like that. I'm trying out me new car.
- Birthday present from the old man. - I bet it isn't his.
- It is, honest. Right, mate? - That's right, yeah.
- You coming? - Where you going, then?
- Where d'you want to go? - London.
Me as well. We're going to, aren't we, Colin?
You can count me out. I've got better things to do with my time.
Don't be like that, darling. We could've been there and back by now.
I said you can count me out. Anyway, I bet it isn't your car.
- It is, honest. Come on. - Hey, come on, let's go for a ride.
- I've got to do me mam's shopping today. - Do it tomorrow.
Oh, shut up, you. I'll help you if you want to do it later.
Come on, duck, don't play hard to get.
Come on, Audrey.
- Well, not too far, then. - In you get, then.
- Make yourselves comfortable. - I mustn't be long.
- All right? - Yeah.
Away we go.
Ooh, I'm puffed.
Your old man must be laughing buying you a car for your birthday.
Yeah, he is.
Where did you get it from?
- Found it on a rubbish heap, didn't we? - Yeah.
- But keep it to yoursen. - You pinched it, didn't you?
- Say I borrowed it. - You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
I wanted a breath of fresh air. I'll take it back tonight.
- You'll end up in prison one of these days. - If he ain't careful.
- Ooh. - It'd get me out of this dump.
It ain't the only way to get out of it.
Tell me another way, then.
You can stop that for a start.
London's a place I've always wanted to live in.
I went there once with a friend. We went on a day excursion.
I looked all around the shops. Ooh, Oxford Street was lovely.
Eeh, you should've seen Piccadilly Circus. Oh, it was wonderful.
All lit up like day.
- They get all the films there first, too. - Yeah, I know.
Our Phyllis had a fairjob dragging me to the station.
I wanted to stay there, get a job.
There's other places besides London.
Well, I don't think so.
- Well, I'm off home now, anyway. - Why?
- Come on, Gladys. - What?
Oh.
- I'll drive you back. - Don't bother. We'll take the bus.
Suit yourself.
- Where did you dump it? - Where we found it. Nobody saw me.
He won't know till he looks in the back and sees somebody's pinched his hat and coat.
That's me last. That's five bob up the spout.
Get out the way. I'll get it out.
Hey, great.
- See ya. - Ta-ra, then.
- Hey. - Eh?
- Come on. - What?
Share and share alike. All for one and one for all. United we stand, divided we fall.
You're a bloody poet, aren't you? Here y'are.
Anybody at home?
I'm not taking any pills!
Suit yourself.
Dad?
Last lap. This is where Stacy always leaves 'em, sir.
You keep back, Smith!
Well, slow the bastard down, then!
Well, well run, Smith. Well run.
I thought you were a sprinter when you scored that goal, but you're a stayer too.
That was a good sprint just now. You put it on just at the right moment.
- Just happened, sir. - What do you mean happened? Instant?
- Sir? - You didn't plan it? You didn't think it out?
Just... Just found I could do it, sir.
It was a good effort, anyway, and you don't get anywhere without effort, do you, lad?
No, sir.
- Eh, Stacy? - No, sir.
I used to be a runner myself.
Quite a useful one, too, but a bit of a plodder.
We might think of training you for that long-distance cross-country run.
With Stacy's help here, of course.
And who knows, with a bit more style and more strategy and, of course, effort,
you might win that cup for us, eh?
Sir.
Well, be off with you.
And you too, Stacy.
Anyway, the competition will put Stacy on his toes.
We've got to win that race.
- What the...? - Creeping bastard!
- What's up with you? - I told you to hold back, didn't I?
Come on!
Hit him, Stacy, go on!
Go on!
- And again! - Go on, knock his head off!
Stacy, go on!
Break it up, break it up! Come on, break it up!
Stop fighting! What's happening here?
Put their names on report, Mr Roach. I'll see them tomorrow at three o'clock in my office.
All right, get inside there! Get moving! Come on, inside!
Don't force it. Use the pliers.
Keep this out of there.
You're gonna be our champion runner now.
- Don't talk so daft. - Well, you beat Stacy.
We'll both be in the block on bread and water
by the time the Governor's finished with us.
Nah. Look, if he thinks he can make you win that cup, he'll make you his favourite.
I'm nobody's favourite.
If I could run as fast as you I'd be out of this place.
Well, what's the point of scarpering?
The best thing to do is to be cunning and stay where you are.
You see, I'm gonna let 'em think they've got me house-trained,
but they never will, the bastards.
To get me beat, they'll have to stick a rope round me neck.
- That's a job they don't mind doing. - Oi! The old man's coming!
The lads in here are dismantling equipment for scrap
and later we try to find them something more constructive,
to find out if a lad has any special aptitude or skill.
And that's not always easy, of course,
because sometimes they can prove, well, a bit uncooperative, and then,
or if they're unsatisfactory in any other way, a lad is sent back here.
It's not exactly a punishment, they just have to start all over again. It's the only way.
Right, well, I'll lead the way, shall I?
- All correct, sir. - Morning, Craig.
Well, you can see what these things are. Or were.
I would be careful, sir, there. It's, you know, sometimes...
- Oh, look. - I'm sorry.
Never mind.
Oh.
Thanks, Smith. Hm.
Bread and water, my foot.
You won't see the inside of no cell.
He smiled at you, actually smiled.
- Mam, isn't Dad coming back any more? - Shut up. He's dead.
Come on, get inside, you lot. I'll get your dinner ready.
- Ta. - Mrs Smith.
- And this is your son, is it? - That's right.
Won't you sit down?
I was sorry to hear about your husband.
He was a jolly good worker and served the firm well.
We've arranged to pay you the £500 insurance in cash.
- That was what you wanted, wasn't it? - That's right.
- You're the new breadwinner now, are you? - Yeah.
Well, he will be when he gets a job.
- We could always fix you up here. - Er, no, thanks.
Would you sign this receipt, please?
It's a shame you had to wait for the poor devil to die...
before parting with 500 quid.
Come on.
Goodbye to you both.
"Served the firm well." Like hell he did.
I expect they're glad this happened after that last strike.
Dad won out all right. He got a raise as well.
- Did you see him all right? - Yes, thanks.
Mam! Mam!
Have you been good while I've been away?
- Johnny kicked me! - Oh, shut up, you big, fat...
- Hey, that's enough! - Shut your big cakehole!
That's enough. That'll do.
What's up, then? Couldn't you wait for the poor devil to get cold?
I just nipped in to see if you needed any help, love. Don't get like that.
I don't need any help with this. I can manage right enough.
I'm not after your money, love. I earn enough on me own.
Cor, look at that.
- Look at that paper. - They're fivers.
- What shall we do with them? - Burn it.
- You take after your dad. - How much is there, Mam?
- Don't bother me. - Shut up!
- You can buy hairspray! - A hairdryer!
- Run and buy some gobstoppers. - Buy me a hairdryer!
- Come on, do as your mam says. - Hey, keep your hands to yourself.
- I'm the gaffer now. - You think so?
I don't think so, I know so.
Colin, haven't we had enough trouble?
Well, I'm going out.
I'll pick up that television set.
All right, gaffer?
Look at little Miss Muffet with the hose.
You little bastard!
I've enough on my plate without you lot starting.
- Moody darling. - What's got into you, Stacy?
- I don't know, I can't get a word out of him. - I'm browned off. D'you mind?
So what? So are a couple of hundred other perishing inmates.
- But are we downhearted? - Oh, no.
Oh, drop dead, you muppet.
- Come on, Stacy, have a cigarette. - Two's up.
- Go and look after the screw. - Oh, all right.
- I tell you, chum, I'm right up to here. - Why?
Everything's going fine and now what?
Discharge up the wall and who knows what else?
Don't talk so daft. Just 'cause the Governor caught you having a punch-up.
Yeah, you'll only get three days' bread and water.
Make a nice change.
Stuff their horse meat.
- Yeah, and their lousy taters. - And their duck on Thursday.
You kid yourselves. The Governor'll have it in for me, being his house leader and all.
The Governor only bets on certs, and if you're not a laid-down cert, mate...
Well, you are.
I was.
Screw's coming.
All right, lads, in line here.
And Stacy, cut that hose off. Put the tools away.
Come on, the rest of you, move!
Right, quick march!
Come on.
- I think Stacy's gone away. - Do leave off!
- I've been with him all morning. - It's down to that bum Smith.
- Hold up. Screws. - All right, lads?
- Have you seen Stacy? - He's got a late lunch.
- How many late lunches you got? - Four late lunches. Stacy's not one of 'em.
- What party was he on this morning? - Cooper, what party? Come on, lad.
- Gardening party, sir. - I'll check it out with the officer.
- Robbins, you know where Stacy is. - Leave me alone.
- Walsh, you're his mate. - I ain't seen him since yesterday.
- How about you? Where is he? - He's gone on his honeymoon.
- What's the matter? - When did you last see Stacy?
- Just before lunch. I'll check and find out. - Right.
- We've got one away. I'll get the Chief. - Yeah.
Never mind about one away. This potato tastes like cement.
All complaints to the cook.
- This gravy's like water. - All right, cut it out.
- They trying to keep this meat a secret? - You want to kill it before you give it to us.
Yeah, if my old woman knew I was eating this rubbish, she'd go bleedin' nuts.
Cut it out.
Break it up.
- Cut it out. - Come on, break it up.
- Cut it out! - Break it up!
Cut it out!
Now cut it out!
- Keep it quiet! - Come on, quieten down! Come on!
Johnson, break it up!
Shut up! Come on, break it up! Shut up!
Quiet! Quiet!
Now come on! Cut it out!
It's this bloody table! Now keep it down!
The food in this place stinks!
Break it up now! Stop that!
What d'you think you're playing at there?
- Let's hear what you think, Roach. - It might have been Smith's fault, sir.
- He's a somewhat complex character. I... - There's nothing complex about a fight.
In my opinion, Stacy may have provoked him to it.
In any case, with Stacy gone, there's no action that I can take,
so that disposes of the fight.
What do you say, Fenton?
I suppose it's possible, sir, that Stacy took it a bit hard. He was proud of his position.
- It meant a good deal to him. - Yes.
Mr Fenton, surely it's part of our policy here to drive a boy hard
and then when he's in a tight corner watch the reaction?
- I suppose it is. - Of course it is.
By putting pressure on a boy, you begin to know what he's worth.
No news of Stacy yet, sir, but we have the others under control.
- All quietened down? - We have the ringleaders in the cell block.
- I don't think we'll have any more trouble. - Good.
Chief, it wouldn't surprise you in view of what's occurred if I put off tonight's concert?
- No, sir, it would teach them a lesson. - Perhaps.
But I've decided against it.
The concert will take place and we'll have our sports day.
Chief.
I hope that you and the staff know me well enough to believe
that the last thing I'd do would be to make your work here any more difficult
- by in any way undermining discipline. - Certainly, sir.
If we make too much of this spot of bother,
we may damage our relations with the public
- and with the governors of Ranley School. - Quite, quite.
But it's no secret to any of you
that I regard this opportunity of joining forces with a public school on our sports day
as a great step forward in our history, in borstal history.
So there's no need to cancel any of your arrangements for tonight's concert,
except I want to talk to the lads before it starts.
- Very good, sir. - Well, gentlemen, I think that's about all.
- Mr Brown, may I have a word with you? - Certainly, sir.
Something on your mind, Roach?
It's a pity about Stacy, sir. He'll be badly missed at the sports.
Don't worry, we'll take that cup from Ranley.
You're thinking about Smith?
Well, I've seen some runners in my time.
Believe me, he'll surprise us all.
I am certain this morning's demonstration in the dining hall
is something that I shall have to make a pretty good effort to forget.
If you have any reasonable complaint about the food
it must be made at the proper time and to the proper person, to me.
Now understand that and remember it.
Of course, I know what sparked this off.
A boy has absconded.
As it happens, he was a boy that we thought very highly of.
He will be caught, he'll be brought back and severely punished.
I'm told that one of the reasons he did it was that he was disappointed.
Disappointed? I wonder if he realises how disappointing this is for me.
This place has a very good record
and anybody who lets that record down is letting each one of you down.
And now to look on the brighter side.
You all know about the sports day against Ranley, with Ranley,
with boys very much like yourselves,
except they've had several advantages that you have not.
I want you to win
and in particular I want you to win that challenge cup for the long-distance.
For that, if for no other reason,
I've decided to let the curtain go up on our concert tonight.
So enjoy yourselves and give our friends here a good hand.
Now, lads, we are very lucky to have here tonight
a very old friend of yours, and of mine,
Mr Roland Benton with his, er... bird imitations.
So let's give him a really warm welcome.
Thank you, friends.
And I'd like you now to come with me on a walk down a... an English country lane.
And over there, what do we see sitting on Farmer Giles's fence
but a... a blackbird?
Now, lads, I want you to join with us in singing
that fine old hymn you've heard so often in chapel, Jerusalem.
Thank you.
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
Well, have you nothing to say for yourself?
I'd just like to say that it was as much my fault as Stacy's, sir.
We can leave Stacy out of this.
- He's in far more serious trouble. - Yes, sir.
We can't have you fighting like a wild animal.
If you want to try your strength, I'm sure Mr Roach here will be glad to take you on.
Anyway, now I've some more cheerful news for you.
You've shown yourself a willing worker.
We're going to take you out of the shop and upgrade you to the garden.
Thank you, sir.
I want you to promise me that you'll keep up your running.
It's my ambition to see you take that challenge cup from Ranley School for us.
- What do you say? - I'll do me best, sir.
I'm sure you will.
Come on, now! Wakey-wakey!
Wakey-wakey! Let's be having you! Rise and shine!
Come on, Robin! Jump to it! Let's be having you!
That's the boy! What do you think you're doing? You can't stay there all morning!
Come on! You've got sleeping sickness! Let's be having you!
Are those socks? Housemaster's report.
Come on! Get out there! Come on, let's be having you!
All out, then! Come along!
Come on! Come on!
- What's the matter with you, Smith? - All right, shut up!
All right, ten minutes, PT, and no skiving!
Come on, come on! Now let's be having you!
One, two! One, two! One, two! Higher up with those knees!
Left, right, left, right! Knees up higher, Smith! Much higher than that!
Left, right, left, right! Higher up still!
Keep your chin up! Left, right!
One! And two!
And one! And two!
One and two!
Touch your toes, touch those legs. And get your head lower.
One! Two! Three! Four!
Stretch those elbows back there! One! Two!
One, two! One, two! One, two!
Faster! One, two!
- One, two! One, two! Come on! - Morning, Craig.
Morning, sir. All present, sir, 34, five hospital, two cooks, one duty cook, sir.
- Carry on, Craig. - Class, stop!
- Roach. - Good morning, sir.
I see from the sports report that Smith is making good time in these practice runs.
- Better than I expected, sir. - Hm.
- I think you were right. - You still don't trust him, do you?
- I wouldn't like to say, sir. - Well, we'll soon see. Stand 'em at ease.
At ease!
Lads, you've all heard me say that if you'll play ball with us, we will play ball with you.
I've told a boy here that I and the staff were prepared to trust him.
- And we keep our word. Smith. - Sir?
Unlock the gate, Mr Craig.
Smith, off you go. The usual run.
You've done it many times under supervision, this time you'll do it alone.
Be back at the usual time, hm? Off you go.
Yes, sir.
- What are you gonna buy me, Mam? - Where are we going first?
You know what I want, don't you?
Ooh, I like this.
- Oh, stop it. - Come on.
- Whoops. - Get ahold of yourselves.
Oh, that's nice.
Could we go in there, Mam?
- Let's buy that one. - Let's get in there and see what we want.
That's it.
- Quick. - It's mine.
This ought to keep them quiet.
Not bad for 20 quid, eh? Marvellous.
Marvellous how cheap things are when you can pay cash.
- Let's hope it lasts. - Don't worry, it will.
- It had better. - Now, then, you two, behave.
You've both been good to me so don't let's have any arguments.
Here you are, Colin. That's for all your help.
- Oh, no, it's all right. - It isn't all right. Take it.
Go on, take it.
Ooh.
Oh, that'll be the man.
Smith. Come on, get your skates on.
Oh.
- Here you are, love. - Thank you, love.
- Here's your change, Colin. - Ta. You get the fags?
Yeah, I got 'em. Here you are, smoke yourself to death.
Ta.
- Hide that for us, will you? - Audrey.
The bloke behind the bar wouldn't serve me at first.
Said I was underage. Good mind to go back and slap him in the teeth.
- Ah, don't be a mug. - Ah, makes you sick.
What did you tell your mum and dad?
I told me mam that I was gonna be with Audrey all night.
- I said I'd be with Gladys. - You crafty pair.
- Well, skin off your lips. - Here's to us, then.
Cheers.
Four to Skegness, please.
Four to Skegness. First class.
- I heard you. - Didn't sound like it.
- You shouldn't waste your money like this. - There's more where that came from.
Come on, lad. I haven't got all night.
Miserable bloke.
Oh!
Whoa!
- Colin! Put your hand down! - Wait for me!
Stop pushing.
Ooh!
Now get these down.
- That's right, love. - That's a good idea.
All right, doll, give us a kiss.
Hey, stop it. That's enough.
Ah, we don't want that.
Hey, come on.
Hey, what you doing?
- You're married, are you? - Yes. People get married young nowadays.
Well, you can pay me now, then.
It's a pound each room.
- There you are. - Come on, you two.
Sleep well.
Ha. Boing.
Brrr!
Come on, then! Come on!
First in the water gets wet!
I came to Skegness with me mam and dad when I was four.
They were happy that day and flush with money.
And while they were paddling in the sea, I ran away to try and get lost
and I did get lost.
But I couldn't stay lost for long
because after about four hours
they found me sitting on the steps of this big building
singing away at anybody that went by.
I didn't half cry when they took me back to the beach.
I was always trying to get lost when I was a kid.
I soon found out that you can't get lost, though.
Come on, then. What's up with you?
- What are you going to do now? - Get a job, I suppose.
- What did your old man do before he died? - He was a labourer.
Sweated his guts out for £9 a week. He never had it so good.
It's about the same for everybody.
There was always rows in our house, though. Mostly it was about money.
Mam and Dad fought like cat and dog.
Dad threatened to bash Mam's face in
because she was doing it on him with other blokes.
Mam cursing Dad for not bringing enough money into the house.
That's how most people live.
I'm beginning to see that it should be altered.
- Go on, try and catch me. - No, come back!
Oops.
Whoop!
Col?
Col!
- Oh, Col, where are you? - Hey.
I'm after you.
- Col? - Boo.
Oh!
- Oh, I've got sand in me eye. - You all right?
- Mm. - Oh, it's nice up here.
Smashing.
What are we gonna do when we get back to Nottingham?
Live, I expect. Enjoy ourselves.
Work.
I used to think it'd be marvellous being grown-up.
- I reckon it is. - It is, but not in the way I thought, though.
- Why, what did you think? - Oh, I don't know.
- Maybe we don't know much yet anyway. - No.
I know enough to... to want to know more.
I've been learning a lot lately.
Trouble is that now I'm not quite sure what I've been learning.
I'll tell you one thing I do know. I like you a lot, Audrey.
I wish we could stay here forever.
- It's nice, in't it? - Mm.
Have you ever been out with anyone before?
Aye, yeah.
But...
not like last night.
How about another cup of coffee?
- I've only got enough for our fare back. - Third class.
- Hey. - Oh, shut up, crumb.
Oh, don't be like that, duck.
Look, knock it off, can't you?
I can't help it if we've got to go back.
Back, back, back! I wish we never had to go back.
Don't you?
Oh, come on. Let's go.
I want to talk to you tonight about the challenge of prosperity.
Patriotism is out of favour with the intellectuals now.
But I believe that Britain is emerging into an age
- when she will be greater than ever. - Hear, hear.
And I ask you to hold fast to this faith because this is our strength.
- What I am looking for... - I know what I'm looking for.
..is a spirit of rededication
such as we feel at a coronation or at a royal birth.
- Oh, dear, look at him. - Have a crown.
In these days when we are all enjoying greater luxury
- than ever before... - Huh!
..with our unemployment benefits and our family allowances,
- and our old-age pensions... - I wouldn't mind drawing mine.
I believe that a new mood of self-discipline
- is abroad in the land. - Take ahold of yourself, lad.
Our young people have never been infected...
- Yes, yes. -..by the disease
- of continental existentialism. - Mm. Hear, hear.
And all who sail in her.
Unlike the Americans,
- our cousins in affluence... - Look.
..we have shown ourselves strong in the face of the virus of the state...
Hey, look, the Telly Boys!
..entirely to the general release of Lady Chatterley's Lover.
- What's going on, then? - We don't want the sound on.
- Well, I do. D'you mind? - Yes.
I told you, this is our house.
You're a real mixer, aren't you? Always stirring it up.
- And I give the orders here. - Not to me you don't.
Why are you so narked? You nicked the bloody thing, didn't you?
I did not.
- You got a fag? - No, don't make a monkey out of me, chum.
And as for you, I've just about had e-bloody-nough.
- You cheeky young bastard! - Get back!
What the hell are you playing at?
He's telling me what to do in me own house!
- I'll knock your block off! - Shut up, you!
Everything in this house belongs to me. So get that straight.
- Nothing belongs to you. Now turn it up. - Do it yourself.
Don't you talk to me like that. Turn it up.
- I'm not having anybody order me about. - That's what you think.
I slave from morning till night and you sit around with that gormless good-for-nothing.
You brought your fancy man in here before me father was cold.
Get out.
And don't come back till you've got some money!
..of the great Elizabethan age.
You idiot!
I'm cold.
I could do with a new coat.
Should have thought of that when your old lady was in the money.
We had a good time at Skeggy, though, didn't we?
We did and all.
Hey, Col. What's the first thing you'd do if you won 75,000 quid?
Count it.
- How do we get over? - Cup your hands.
- Huh? - Come on.
We shouldn't have come here, we won't find owt.
Ah, don't talk so soft.
Hey, d'you know anybody who wants to buy some flour?
Put it out, you daft loon.
This is more like it.
- You found owt? - Not yet.
Ah.
- Hey. - This is it. Come on.
- Maybe there's some more. - No, this is all we'll take. Come on.
Hey, Colin! We'll get a few quid for this.
Oh, it's too heavy, innit? Put it back.
And switch that light off. Don't bang the door.
Oh, we're home.
Look at you. You look like a pregnant duck.
Now, then. What's that lump in your guts, lad?
- What lump? - That lump there.
- Oh, it's a growth. - A growth?
- Cancer. - Cancer? A lad at your age?
It's in the family. Me Uncle Albert passed away with it last month.
I'm going this month, by the feel of it.
- Had it in the guts, did he? - No, he had it in the chest.
I had it in the chest, only it slipped down.
A lad in your condition should be in hospital, not roaming the streets.
Come along with me.
Get out of it.
Let's get this open.
- Can you get it open? - Yeah.
No, no, no.
- Who's that? - It's only me.
Oh, you're back, are you? What's all that noise?
Nothing. We're just cracking a coconut we won at the fair.
There's enough nuts in this house.
- Have you got no home to go to? - I've just come in to say good night.
Be quick about it, then. And make less noise.
Good night, then.
Forty-five pounds, fifteen and fourpence ha'penny. How much have you got?
Twenty-five pounds ten shillings.
That's 25 pounds 10 shillings, and 45 pounds, 15 and fourpence ha'penny.
Seven... 71 pounds, five and fourpence ha'penny.
- You coming to Skeggy with us, then, duck? - What with, you cheeky thing?
Seventy-one pounds, five and fourpence ha'penny.
Yes, but we're not going to Skegness, not yet.
- Why not? - We'll hide it.
Hide it? What for?
We don't want to be like our Jack down the road, do we?
He got 200 quid when he robbed that office.
As soon as he gets it,
he goes downtown and gets hisself a teddy boy suit and a set of skiffle drums.
Even takes a taxi back. Everybody knew he'd done a job.
- Soon as he gets home, there's coppers. - Somebody gave him away, you can bet.
There's always somebody who wants to do a good turn for the coppers.
If they've got tuppence more than you have, they think you want it.
You've got to use a bit of cunning, a bit of this, if you want to get anywhere.
Where are we gonna hide it?
What, up there? Will it be OK?
Safe as houses. We may be thieving bastards but we're not green.
I feel tired after thinking up an idea like that.
- You're a genius. - Go and get some fags.
- Eh? - Go and get some fags.
What am I gonna use for money?
- What's that, bread and dripping? - Oh, aye.
Hey, what about this? We can't leave it here.
You've got something there.
- She'll never notice anyway. - No, we're laughing.
In you go.
If they can't find this and they can't find the dough, they can't pin anything on us.
How's that? All right?
A bit more on here.
Hey.
We can water it in the morning.
Colin!
- What? - There's a man to see you!
- Who? - I don't know. Come on, get up!
- Colin Smith? - Yeah?
I'm just asking a few questions.
- Why? - Routine.
Do you know where Papplewick Street is?
Oh, ain't it off Alfreton Road?
There's a baker's halfway down on the left-hand side.
- I know. Next door to a pub. - No, it's not.
I'm sorry, I don't know it, then.
If you want to know, he never leaves that television set, so you've got nowt on him.
You might as well look for somebody else,
'cause you're wasting the rates you get out of my rent standing there like that.
All I want to know is where you were last night.
Minding me own business.
There was a break-in last night and some money taken.
Tell me where that money is and I'll try and get you off with probation.
Do I look as if I know anything about money?
- Hey, what's up, then? - Just a few questions. You his father?
No, I'm bloody well not. Get me breakfast on the table, would you?
You can't con me, you know, so it's no use trying. Tell me where that money is.
What was it? Was it three and eightpence ha'penny?
You thieving young bastard. We'll learn you to take money that doesn't belong to you.
- Mother, get me lawyer on the blower. - All right, Colin, just a sec.
Clever, aren't you? We won't rest until this is cleared up, you know.
Look, it's all very well us talking like this, you know, like it was a game,
but I wish you'd tell me what it's all about because I just got out of bed
and here you are at the door
talking about me having pinched a lot of money I don't know anything about.
You've got money on the brain, like all coppers.
I want an answer from you.
- I tell you what. I'll do a deal. - What sort of a deal?
I'll give you all the money I've got, that's one and fourpence ha'penny,
if you'll stop this third degree and let me go inside and get me breakfast.
It's bloody cold and I'm clambed to death. Can't you hear me guts rolling?
All right, my lad. But you'll be hearing more about this, you know.
Be careful with that.
You can mend it while you're at it!
- D'you mind? - Blame your lad, not me.
I'm just trying to clean up the mess you've made.
- See ya. - Hey, Sherlock Holmes!
I hope all the banks have been robbed while you've been mucking around here.
Come to our house and all. They're no wiser, though.
Just go on telling lies till you're blue in the face.
Why don't we get the money out now?
We could take Audrey and Gladys to Skegness before we get sent down.
We won't make court and we'll have a good time later on.
I hope you're right.
Hello.
- What were those coppers doing? - Minding their own business.
- I'm not talking to you. - Trying to pin a robbery on him.
Aye, I bet they had good reason.
Listen, I don't like living in a thieves' kitchen.
Who's asking you to?
- Is that you, Gordon? - That's right, love, yeah.
The telly's conked out again. Will you come and fix it?
Righto. I've never been in trouble with the police.
You mean you never got caught.
Come on, let's find the girls.
- Just a few chips. - And one cod.
Our luck's right out. Had the cops at our house today. The bastards looked all over.
- What are they looking for? - What do you think? Money.
- I wish you wouldn't pinch things. - It's all right.
They can't pin anything on me till they find the dough. And they won't find that.
Be careful, love.
It's all right. Soon as the heat's off we'll go to Skeggy for the best time we've ever had.
Table over here.
Why don't you get a job, though, Col?
What's it got to do with you?
Col!
Don't worry, love.
- Wonder what's the matter with them. - I don't know.
Maybe I will get a job.
It's not that I don't like work.
It's that I don't like the idea of slaving me guts out
so that the bosses can get all the profit.
Seems all wrong to me.
My old man used to say the worker should get the profits.
No, that's what I think. That's what it'll be like in the future.
It will if I have anything to do with it.
The thing is, I don't know where to start, though.
What do you want to do, Col?
Don't know, really.
Live, I suppose.
See what happens.
Stay out with me tonight, Col.
- Hello. You here again? - I've got some news for you.
- What? - You've been identified.
Who by?
There's a woman swears blind she saw you and your mate leaving that bakery.
She's a menace, then, to innocent people,
because the only bakery I've been in is down our street to get some bread for me mother.
Now stop messing about. I want to know where that money is.
Money? Oh, you should have said.
That's Mother. She took it to work to get herself some tea in the canteen.
Couple of bob, I think it was, because I put it in the telly vase last night.
I nearly had a fit when I saw it was gone
because I was hoping to get some fags with it this morning.
All right, my lad, but you'd better watch your step.
'Cause if I can nick you, you'll go away for a bloody long time.
I don't think life's worth living without a fag.
You couldn't even pick 'em up in the street in this weather.
You could dry 'em out but they wouldn't taste the same.
The rainwater changes 'em back into hoss-todds only without the taste.
If I do see that money I'll let you know on the blower. Because two bob's two bob, ain't it?
- You don't see 'em lying in the street... - You thieving little bastard!
Morning, sir.
Good morning, sir. All correct.
- Morning, sir! - Morning, lads.
- Morning, sir. - Oh, Smith.
I've had a word with the doctor about your check-up.
- You're as sound as a bell. - Oh, good, sir. Thank you, sir.
That's important, if you should ever think of taking up athletics in a big way.
I don't suppose there's any honour that would give a man greater satisfaction
than to represent his country at the Olympic Games.
- Oh, no, sir. - Hm, the Olympics.
I still think that's one of the best ideas that civilisation ever had.
Is your mother coming down for the big day against Ranley School?
- It's a bit too far for her to come, sir. - Oh.
Well, when the time comes for you to say goodbye to Ruxton Towers,
you may find you have a great future ahead of you as an athlete.
- If you put your back into it. - Yes, sir.
- Keep up those evening runs. - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
A couple of new recepos.
All right, campers! Get your keys at reception!
Here, mate, what you having? Bed and breakfast or full board?
- I need more than this. I'm a growing lad. - Scurry. You'll get me into bother.
- Here comes flash Smith. - Drop back, mate. This guy's the daddy.
- That's me dinner. - Shush, moosh. That's daddy Smith.
- Come on, bring it up. Keep moving. - Give him another.
- Keep it moving! - What's this?
Sit over here with me.
- How did you get here? - I got caught nicking a car.
I kicked the copper. Gladys was put on probation.
Hard luck. How's Audrey?
She's all right. She'd like to hear from you.
- She can't wait till you get out. - Neither can I.
I notice a funny kind of smell.
- Horrible smell. - Hm, diabolical.
- Wouldn't be you, would it? - We'll have to get you cleaned up a bit.
Lay off him. He's a friend of mine from home.
I thought I could smell Nottingham. Stinks worse than Liverpool.
- I said knock it off, didn't I? - I can take care of meself.
Sure you can. That's why you're here.
- Bad luck, that's all. - Your mate's king of this borstal.
- How d'you mean? - He's a great sportsman.
Yeah, goes like a bleedin' greyhound.
Absolutely. They've got me on this long-distance running kick.
- What? - Racing against berks from a public school.
They're turning me up like a racehorse,
only I don't get so well looked after as a racehorse.
He wants me to be a professional runner.
I'm pleased to work for money, at a bob a puff, rising to a guinea a gasp,
and retiring with an old-age pension at 32.
But just think, though. Think of that load of cake.
Have a great big Jaguar and a fancy tart answering your fan letters.
Think of it, Smudge, mobbed in the streets.
Not this one.
- Whose side are you on all of a sudden? - He's the Governor's blue-eyed boy now.
- Headmaster. - Hello.
You know the chairman of our board of governors.
- Of course. - Indeed.
- I'll go and have a word with my boys. - I'll see you presently.
- I say, this is good of you to come. - Oh, not at all.
My spies tell me you have a champion running.
I think so. We're hoping he'll take away that long-distance challenge cup from you.
Between you and me, Dick, I rather hope he does.
- Very generous of you, Peter, old boy. - Oh, not at all.
I know how much it means to you.
- Come and have a glass of sherry. - Good idea.
Now listen, you lot. You'd better not let me down today.
I don't want any bloody messing about.
- Oh, hello. How do you do? - My name's Mr Craig.
- Mr Scott. - Your boys take the pegs this side.
Right, thank you. This way, fellows.
- Hello, fellows. Nice to see you. - Hello.
- Hi. - Hello.
- Hello, fellows. - How do you do?
Hello.
- What's this joint like? - Bloody awful.
- It can't be worse than ours. - Want to bet?
- How about your nosh? - Pardon?
- Food. Grub. - Oh, pretty dreary.
Oh, we do have a lot in common, don't we?
Yes, we ought to get together and join forces.
Yeah, that's an idea. Bit of a revolution, eh?
Join Castro. Have a go.
Huh. Very good.
- Hey, you haven't got a burn, have you? - A burn?
- Yeah, a fag, you know. - No, sorry. We're not allowed to smoke.
Yeah? What happens if you're caught?
We get beaten on the backside.
- D'you pay to go to this school? - Well, our parents do.
Stone me!
- Are the staff here tough? - The screws?
They think they are but we can handle 'em.
Yeah, we've got our skids under them all right.
- Who's the opposition here today? - Right over there.
Well, good luck, then.
Oh, ta.
- Good luck to you. - You'll need it. You haven't got a chance.
Come along, lads. Here we go.
- After you. - Er... no, after you.
OK, come on.
Sure you don't want to lock your gear up before you go, fellas?
- Good afternoon. Good luck. - Jolly good luck to you boys.
- Good afternoon. - Good luck.
Jolly good luck, chaps. Good luck to you boys.
Now you're the one we've got to watch out for from Ranley.
Yes.
- Good luck. - Good luck.
Good luck. Good luck to you. Jolly good luck.
- This is Smith, sir, I was telling you about. - I've been hearing great things of you.
- Out to beat Ranley School, are you? - We'll do our best, sir.
- That's the idea. - We're counting on you, Smith.
Well, on all of you.
Shall we go on, sir? Now, Roach, you take over, will you?
I have a bet on number seven, Gunthorpe.
- My son Willy tells me he's the best runner. - I hope you're a good loser, Colonel.
- As soon as you're ready, Roach. - Right, boys! In position for the start!
- Who do you fancy? - Number 14.
- Smith? Rather disloyal to Willy, isn't it? - It's Willy I'm thinking of.
If our son doesn't pull out of that ghastly Chelsea set he's in with,
- that's where you and I will be next year.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a five-mile cross-county event
between Ranley School and Ruxton Towers.
Are you ready, lads? On your positions.
Keep those knees up! Smith, higher up!
When the day comes for you to say goodbye to Ruxton Towers,
you may find you have a great future ahead of you as an athlete.
If you put your heart into it.
Big Jaguar and a fancy tart answering your fan letters.
Mobbed in the streets.
- If you'll play ball with us... - Thieving young bastard.
..we'll play ball with you.
- Goes like a bleedin' greyhound. - Your mate's king of this borstal.
Athletics, sports...
- Where have you been? - Mam!
- He hit me! - Oh, shut up!
- Hey, that's enough! - He goes out about!
Stop that for a start.
- I'm not taking any pills! - Shut up, you!
Everything in this house belongs to me. So just get that straight.
- Wants teaching a bloody lesson, that one. - He'll learn.
They should be halfway around by now.
It's my ambition to see you take that challenge cup from Ranley School.
- Keep back, Smith! - Slow the bastard down!
You think you're clever. Tell me where that money is. I'll get you off with probation.
You his father? Tell me where that money is.
What's the first thing you'd do if you won 75,000 quid?
Girl.
Can't understand why you're always trying to run away from things.
Why? Why, then?
They're coming over the top of the hill.
Someone's coming over the top of the hill. We can't see who it is yet.
Is it gonna be Ranley School or Ruxton? It's Smith!
- Looks like your man. - The guv's right!
He's well in the lead. He's got a wonderful lead there. It's an easy win for Ruxton.
I can't see who it is yet behind him. Wait a minute. It's number seven.
Number... Number seven is Gunthorpe.
Your chap hasn't a hope of catching him now.
Gunthorpe trying to catch up but he hasn't got a chance.
Gunthorpe's trying hard, but he's never gonna make it.
Come on, Smith, lad. Come on, Smith. He's got a good lead there.
He's got energy in reserve.
Gunthorpe's trying to catch him. He'll never make it. Come on, Smith.
The sooner we have your cooperation, the sooner you'll be out.
- They've got the whip hand. - What do you want to do, Col?
If we get you down to the nick you might get a few bruises for your trouble.
You'd better come along with me.
What the...?
I can imagine no greater honour
than for a man to represent Ruxton Towers at the Olympic Games.
- ..athletics, sports... - On the playing fields of the national...
You'll learn to trust yourselves and we'll go on trusting ourselves
and then there'll be a bit of trust all the way around.
- That's what you think. - Understand that.
Back! I wish we never had to go back. Don't you?
- What's the matter with him? - D'you think he's all right?
Taking a breather, I expect.
We had a runner who used to stop
a minute from the line to show what he thought of the slowcoaches behind.
- He's the governor's blue-eyed boy. - You'll learn.
Whose bloody side are you on?
You don't get anywhere without effort.
I'm no bleedin' guinea pig for anybody!
Run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
- Run! Run! - Come on, Smith!
- Run! - Come on, Smith!
Run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
- Run! Run! Run! - Come on, Smith!
- Run! - Smith!
- Run! - Come on, old boy!
- Come on! - Smith, come on!
- Run! - Come on, Smith! Run!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
- Run! Run! - Smith!
Go on, run, run! Smith!
- All correct, sir. - Right, carry on.
- Have all this cleared up, Mr Craig. - The lad at the end there, pick it up!
Move, lad!
Come on, Smith, get a move on!
~ Bring me my chariot of fire
~ I will not cease from mental fight
~ Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
~ Till we have built Jerusalem
~ In England's green and pleasant land ~