Oh, Great Sun!
Oh, chuff me! It's a bit nippy when you get above a certain altitude.
Try to convey more religious respect, Mr Hardcastle.
Not easy, Vicar. Every time I shake me spear, I get this terrible draught up me tunic.
I don't like Mr Hardcastle that colour. Can we do him another colour before the sun rises?
I don't have any other colours. Oh, poop! Well you should have.
A good assistant has to anticipate.
Perhaps if you were to kneel,
Mr Hardcastle. On wet grass?
I'm sure in the Stone Age they ignored wet grass.
No wonder they didn't live long enough to put a roof on Stonehenge.
I want the sweep of history here, Mr Hardcastle. From the Stone Age to our millennium.
I want this local record to be long remembered.
I shall remember it. What other barmy devil 'ud be up at this time?
Oh...GREAT Sun!
Oh, Great SUN...!
LAUGHTER
Right, now after three... Yes.
One, two, three.
# Madamoiselle from Armentieres "Parley voo,"
# Madamoiselle from Armentieres #
LAUGHTER
I knew we should have turned left.
If they're all like that round here, how far have we come?
He could do with a wash. Look who's talking!
It-it's Billy Hardcastle.
Since when have you been getting up at this time in a morning?
SLURRED: Getting up? We're just going to bed.
We've had a little celebration.
And it shows.
We're giving him a send-off. He's off to France. In that condition?
Do you think he'll be able to find France?
SLURS: What-what condition?
Morning. Morning.
You'll get no reply. He's still in bed. He didn't get in till four o'clock this morning,
singing under me window. I've got a package for him. Oh, I'll take it.
His door's in a state. Matches him! What do you usually do about his door?
I make sure there's a good stout one between us.
Oh, leave it. It's usually like that. He spends more time walking over it than through it.
It's his passport. What's HE doing with a passport? Oh, he's going to France.
His name came out of the hat.
There's a party of ex-servicemen, going to France, to lay a wreath for the millennium.
They're letting him go to France? Oh, they'll tidy him up a bit.
Tidying him up a LOT'd be better.
Don't you ever wonder what your ancestors did? Don't you wonder where we came from?
Well, mine came from Huddersfield.
I mean a thousand years ago! Two thousand years ago. Two millenniums.
The millennium makes you wonder what your ancestors were doing all those years ago.
Eat your egg, Barry.
I wonder if I was a warrior. You're still a worrier. A WARRIOR.
I'd sooner have you as a worrier.
Is Mr Hardcastle ready?
I knew there'd be something I hadn't anticipated.
Are you ready, Mr Hardcastle?
Couldn't I do Robin Hood?
We're not doing that period yet.
Why don't I come back about the late Middle Ages? I only joined to do Robin Hood.
You can do him later.
He doesn't look Roman. Why doesn't he?
Don't ask me, I never get it right. Could you look more Roman,
Mr Hardcastle? Isn't this skirt a bit short?
I can't believe they wore these on Hadrian's Wall!
It's the way you're standing.
Couldn't I have a shield? I could stand behind a shield.
Have we got a shield? No one said anything about a shield.
If I don't I see to everything! I need someone in charge of these things,
in charge of arms and armour. Excuse me.
..He'll do.
I've to drop these things off.
Fate you see. We are all in the hands of a higher power.
I know I am.
Could a passport owner open a line of credit?
No. But I thought that foreign travel was supposed to broaden one's horizons.
You can apply for a loan when you get somewhere foreign.
You've got no chance with anybody who knows you. Well, that's nice. I feel cut to the quick.
I'll pay, Ivy. Oh, that's even nicer. It's the least you can do when he's had his quick cut.
And without an anaesthetic.
Just take a look at that then.
Oh, speaking of anaesthetic! They'll never let YOU past immigration.
Give over. This bloke is going to be dynamite amongst them French birds.
Lucky them.
I hope you'll do him up a bit. Oh, we'll send him all presentable.
As far as humanly possible.
You do realise you'll be representing your country? No problem.
We haven't been at war with France for ages - it had to end sometime.
As long as they don't think we all look like that.
I think he looks, er, cute.
I think he looks like one of my former police colleagues, an Alsatian in B Division.
I think he looks like he needs a shave.
That's designer stubble, man.
You should know, you invented it.
It's true. I've been working on it for years. Whoever thought scruffy would be fashionable?
Hey up! I wonder if there's a French Nora Batty, with mop, brush
and strong elastic garters.
There's a letter for you. Hand delivered.
It's about your French trip. Hand delivered. I'm in the big time.
Who brought it? A Mr Brewster.
Mr Brewster is the chairman. I am receiving letters from Mr Brewster.
Oh, ho-ho...!
Should we be reading his mail? Of course we shouldn't.
You're the proprietor, you read it.
He's not going. They've cancelled his trip.
Do they say why?
Because they're ashamed of him. That's not how they put it, but that's the case.
- How DO they put it? - They've had to "reconsider their original arrangements".
I never liked that Brewster. His ears are too close together.
I bet HE's still going to France. Ooh, that'll be a treat for the French.
This one might be scruffy, but at least the French would have had a giggle.
Not only cut to the quick. I think it's got his giggling string.
Why did you let him go? Did I let him go any more than you did?
What kind of a Roman sulks because his skirt's too short?
PI-I-ING!
You seem to have dropped your sword. You can't strap 'em on too tight.
They're damn cold against your leg. I bet they weren't half glad when someone invented the rifle.
Has he roped you in then? Who? The Vicar. He will. He'll rope you in.
YOU're not wearing a sword. I'm not getting roped in. I've no desire to get roped in.
Ah, Howard! You're not getting roped in.
Don't worry. I'll tell him. Have you seen Mr Hardcastle?
He's in a huff because his skirt's too short.
I want you to find him and bring him back, Howard. Tell him he can have a longer skirt. Off you go then. Me?
Cynthia says that. Why do people keep saying that? I'm the Director. I must have some assistance.
An assistant director?
Yes, that sort of thing. I'm your man, Vicar.
Good man!
You really told him, didn't you?!
Oh, come on! Assistant director. It's not like I'm just some extra.
Can't you just sulk like anybody else? How long are you going to stay like that? For ever.
You haven't got a watch. How will you know when it's forever?
I'll ask. Listen! Don't think I'm prying just cos you're an idiot, but isn't it uncomfortable?
That's not the point. It's a protest. Against the unfairness of things.
Certainly sounds as though it's going to take forever.
Mother warned me about talking to strange upside-down people. I'm going for a pint.
Me too. It's a protest. Against the unfairness of things.
Are you coming? I've made a vow not to stand upright till justice prevails. Oh, as long as that, eh?
Being as I'm always tender-hearted in the face of human stupidity,
there's every possibility I could be buying.
Don't lie to me. I'm fed up with being disappointed.
I'm buying.
You've forgot your golfing cap, Barry. What? Oh, golfing cap. Yeah.
Hello, golfing cap.
You will be careful, Barry. Of what, love? Of flying golf balls. Of lady golfers.
I hear some lady golfers are wildly inaccurate. And still she's so friendly with the captain(!)
It baffles me. Kiss me, Barry.
Can we go indoors? Where me lips function better. Kiss me here. I want the WORLD to see, Barry.
What about him at number 23? He sniggers when I walk past.
I know what he's thinking. He thinks I do embroidery...
..well.
They should have let him go. They shouldn't change their minds.
I know he's a bit scruffy, but there must be Frenchmen who are a bit scruffy.
He weren't too scruffy in the war! DOOR BANGS
I wondered who that was there. That's how I feel when I wake up next to it.
How long has his eyesight been that bad? Oh, it's all right.
It's only suffering for art's sake. It's Cecil B de Mille.
Er, nice tight three shot.
Good morning, ladies. I'm just off assistant directoring. Shan't be long, baby.
Oh, I shall be...on location if you need me.
You wonder who your ancestors were.
I mean, what were we at the last millennium, or the one before that?
We can't always have worked for the building society. Some of us must have been warriors.
There could still BE some warrior in the blood.
Now...
what was I once a natural at?
The battleaxe...
..or the s-sword?
Have I still got a feel for it?
Is it me?
Cheer up. Maybe they'll let you go at the next millennium.
Anyway, last time you were in France you hated it. People were shooting at you. You want to go back THERE?
That were the Jerries.
Who were prepared to go all the way to France to shoot at you.
You'll be safer at home.
Why do you think they won't let me go? You've BEEN shot at. Now it's somebody else's turn.
It's because they're ashamed of me. Because I'm scruffy.
Oh, I wouldn't say scruffy. Would YOU say scruffy?
Yes, I'd say scruffy.
Oh, well, if you're just going to be honest all the time.
Supposing I tell 'em I've borrowed a suit.
Do you want to go with people who change their minds about you like this?
That's true, Norm. Chuff 'em.
That's more like it. That's the attitude. Chuff 'em!
Supposing I told 'em I'm not going in wellies.
Whatever happened to chuff 'em?
Tha's right, Norm. Chuff 'em.
He's very quiet for a public nuisance.
He needs cheering up, Madam.
Tell her I'm past it. Tell her to come back when I'm in better condition.
People said you were upside down.
Only till justice prevailed. It interfered with his drinking.
My Barry can still turn a somersault. You haven't got the room.
We were on holiday. Somewhere abroad, I hope.
Mine turns somersaults when you ask for a straight answer.
I thought I were going abroad. ALL: Aww!
But you ARE going abroad. You're going to France.
Come on, cheer up. How does tha mean I'm going?
We've organised a collection. A lot of people feel sorry for you.
There's him for a start(!)
That lot don't want me. Well, nobody wanted you the last time.
The Germans went to all sorts of trouble to throw you out.
Go on your own. Make your own trip for the millennium.
I can't go on me own.
Well, take somebody with you.
Somebody funny, and it'll feel just like home.
I suppose we could. Oh, that'd be great. I like it! I like it! I'm not eating any snails.
It's not compulsory. If there's anything black on the plate I'm not eating it. No problem. He'll eat it.
I could probably get dressed up a bit. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Every time you get dressed up you look terrible.
No, no, no, no, scruffy suits you. That's true.
But then, look at the practise he's had.
That's it, Norm, chuff 'em.
Thank you, ladies. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Ros? Well, YOU haven't changed much, those overalls are familiar.
How are you, Wesley? Can't grumble.
How are you? Alone.
You can tell me sister. I'm not with anybody's husband. No Fancy Men.
Just an old boiler - retired.
I'm practically eligible for a nunnery. How is Edie?
Pretty well, considering. You look well yourself. Thanks. How long are you here for? For good.
Yes, I've come home. Whether people like it or not. I've bought a little place.
That's...great.
Good try, Wesley.
Does Edie know? No. I thought she ought to have a bit of warning.
Would you tell her that you've seen me? I will. I will.
I'm home, Wesley. Like it or not.
Does she still put newspaper down?
You heard me. I warned him.
If he's not up and ready I shall insert some domestic appliance up his left nostril.
Do you always favour the left nostril? Call me old fashioned.
He'll be up this morning, surely.
CRA-ASH!! Yes I think he's up.
Is Nora peeking from behind her curtains?
No.
Who's looking after your ferrets? Wesley.
He'll have changed all their tyres and hiked their suspension before you get back.
I thought she'd be here to say goodbye. She knows you're coming back.
If she knew you WEREN'T coming back she'd be here to say goodbye.
I mean it's not every day a bloke goes to France. You're always going to France. You were there in 1940.
All expenses paid that time too.
Ta ra, lads.
That's what I like about this place. Everybody makes such a fuss about everything(!)
What's he stopping us here for?
Don't argue with a lollipop man.
But there's no school crossing round here.
Where does it say in the regulations I can only stop you on a school crossing?
The man's power mad. He's snapped. I always knew he would. He's snapped. There's nobody here.
No? What about all these people?
What people?
I didn't think tha cared.
Just be careful.
All right, you can go now.
Can you see that? Smiler's grinning. I told you. He's snapped.
Well, come on then.
I hear your mother's sister's come back. Auntie Ros. Yes. Father's seen her.
Not your mother? Not yet, no.
Now what?
It's a Roman lollipop man.
Hey up, lads. Shan't keep you a minute.
Why are you stopping for strange Romans? His skirt's too long.
Not when the wind's in this direction.
This...
..is Gladys.
A Roman pigeon called Gladys?
Oh, that's nice. We've got a pigeon seeing us off now. Goodbye, Gladys.
It's not goodbye. It's hello. She's going with you.
Goodbye, Billy.
I want you to take her to France. Let her go when you get to France.
See how long it takes her to fly home. She's well behaved.
Howard says that about Marina.
Look after her. She's a mate is Gladys.
Why not keep her and send the missus somewhere? I'm working on it.
Should we be taking her to France? They eat everything that moves.
Where's my Roman? Coming, Vicar.
He's filming mad. Look after Gladys. Don't release her till Sunday. She hates flying on Saturdays.
Go and be a Roman, Billy.
You look like a lady who appreciates a bargain.
I'm no lady, and you haven't got any bargains.
Oh, a customer with fighting spirit. No, just a window shopper. Tricky too.
Don't I know you? At these prices, I think I know you. Oh, no, I never forget the ones that got away.
You're Edie Pegden's sister, the one that went off with...
That's right, the one that went off with... Was he a bargain?
Value for money. But not built to last.
Are you just visiting then? At those prices, definitely.
No, what I'm asking is, have you come back home? I've come back.
Whether it turns out to be home, we'll have to wait and see.
Howard? Is there anyone there by the name of Howard? Over here, love.
Oh, excuse me. I was looking for another gentleman.
But it's me, love. Howard.
You've had your cap removed. Oh, I can't wear just any old cap. I'm the assistant director.
I am looking for people to act in the Vicar's film for the millennium.
Oh, Howard!
The casting couch.
I don't know about that. I thought I'd get a little canvas chair with the words assistant director on it.
Yes, I suppose that would be nice, Howard.
Get back in. It's only a pigeon.
"Sidecar passenger mauled by pigeon." I can see it now.
I've disliked things that flutter ever since I arrested my first cross dresser.
How did it get out?
I don't know how it got out. I just know where it was trying to go.
It PECKS - maybe it PICKS locks.
Get it back in. I'm not going back in there until it's back in its basket.
Stay still, Gladys. Whoops...!
Oh, oh!
Where exactly are we going in France? Oh, I don't know exactly. I know where it is roughly.
It's on the road to Dunkirk. You turn left just after you've passed a burnt-out tank.
We was hiding. There were Germans everywhere. I'm glad you weren't taken prisoner.
You'd have made a terrible impression. They'd have thrown him back.
Ah, ah, I tell thee what, I were glad when I saw them white cliffs.
It's amazing to think that they're made up of thousands of billions of tiny dead sea creatures.
What are? Well, the cliffs. They're crushed shells.
Rubbish.
What do you think they're made of? Chalk. What do you think chalk is?
Mind you it's taken a bit longer than a millennium. Hasn't it, Gladys, eh? How's my girl, eh?
PANTING
The sword wasn't me. Maybe I'm more the bow.
Maybe I was an archer. Maybe I'm descended from a long line of archers.
Maybe there was once a Barry the Bowman.
Oh, there, that wasn't so bad. I think I'm getting the hang of this.
I think I MUST have been an archer.
Remember, you're in France now. They're not used to your sort round here.
Pardon, Monsieur!
There were a sunken ship out there.
And lines of blokes and four crazy chuffs
sitting in a bomb crater playing cards. For money.
How much did you lose?
I WON - nearly two quid.
Mind you, I don't think this RASC bloke were concentrating. I think his family were chapel.
He didn't know what to do with two pairs!
Makes you wonder why bits of kids should be sent into situations
where they're liable to end up in ruthless card games.
You didn't feel sorry enough for him to give him his two quid?
I were tempted, but then I thought, well, supposing he drowns on the way home.
You'd have felt responsible - him struggling in the water with all that change in his pocket.
Precisely, Norm. LOUD BANG
That were close.
Where are we heading? To that place where we stayed the night.
I know I'll recognise it when we find it. I know we come here.
So I reckon if we start to wend our way inland
until I start to recognise things.
That's tomorrow. First thing is a bed. We could sleep on the beach. I did last time.
Course it were a bit noisier.
I'm not sleeping on the beach. You get sand in your pyjamas.
You can't sleep on the beach in your jammies. That's very lower middle class, huh!
We'll find a place. We're not slumming it. Don't go mad. Something economical.
Sounds better already. With a bidet.
You weren't at golf. I rang. I was practising alone.
I was practising with bow and arrow.
Since when do you need a bow and arrow for golf? It's not for golf.
The Vicar's put me in charge of weapons, for his millennium film.
I wanted to see if there are any I could handle naturally. Why do you want to handle weapons?
To see if there was anything left in the blood of what I used to be like in the olden days.
Was I a swordsman or an archer? And what did you discover, Barry?
Well I think my ancestors must always have worked for a building society.
DOORBELL RINGS
I'll get it.
Auntie Ros. How are you, Glenda?
I'm fine, Auntie Ros. Come in. Oh, come in.
Come and meet Barry. You've never met my Barry.
Barry, this is Auntie Ros. Oh, the Auntie Ros who was...
That's the one, Barry. I've heard a lot about you. I bet.
Sit down, Auntie Ros.
I'm sorry I missed your wedding. I wasn't invited.
I wanted to invite you... It wasn't your fault, love. I know how your mother feels.
How's she keeping? She's fine, considering. You're going to see her? I'm going to try.
You ought to see her.
Does she still go to the cemetery on a Sunday?
Every Sunday. Well don't tell her, but I think I might be there. Good.
Oh, I thought you ought to.
Get Auntie Ros comfy, Barry, I'll make some tea.
Well, don't be nervous, Barry. I'm quite safe to be in the same room with.
What's the French for "hey up"? Don't bother.
Her at the desk looks as though she could do with chatting up.
She looks a right old bat. Your favourite kind. I must see if her stockings are wrinkled.
It's her expression that's wrinkled. SHE doesn't want us in the Common Market.
She's got eyes like a hawk. How do we get the pigeon past her?
It looks like a pigeon basket, not a suitcase. Why do we need a pigeon in our bedrooms?
Aye, I were wondering about that.
Listen who's talking. He has ferrets in his.
Only the friendlier ones.
I'm not leaving her outside.
She can stay in the bathroom. There's nothing to hurt in there.
Feathers in the bidet will produce funny looks!
I'll clear up any mess. You won't get the basket past her at the desk.
We don't take the basket. We just take the pigeon.
Suppose she gets away? She'll be under me shirt. Sooner you than me.
Listen, I've had ferrets under there.
A pigeon? Piece of gateaux. Don't crush it whatever you do.
Here we are, Gladys, come on now, here we go.
Oh! Oh.
An old war wound.
It gets him when the weather's damp. What's the French for damp?
Well, you started it. What about LE damp?
Walk naturally. I've arrested people for better walks. It needs its nails clipped.
I'm home. I'd never have guessed.
What's that in your pocket? Pocket?
Those slits in your clothing.
That bulge, what is it? Oh, this? Yes, that.
It's an orange. But you don't like oranges.
Just because I never used to like oranges it doesn't mean a person has to always not like oranges.
Well, how long have you liked oranges? Oh, for ages. You never said anything.
You don't go round telling people you suddenly like oranges.
So, you carry one round in your pocket, do you? Just sometimes.
In case I feel like an orange.
GUFFAWS OF LAUGHTER
Patron. Oui, monsieur.
Horrible.
Attendez.
Voila!
Ah! Come to bed, Barry.
Does this look natural to you? The walk.
Do you think I look as if I'm used to walking with a sword?
Come to bed, Barry. How about this? The draw. Is it one smooth flowing movement? Hah!
That's not a novice, is it? Come to bed, Barry.
Hah! Hah! Hah!
CHATTING AND LAUGHTER
Hey up.
Hey oop. That's better, getting better.
Hey Oop!
Merci, Monsieur. Hey oop!
PLAYS REVEILLE
Air raid. Take cover.
Non, non, non.
Ca va, ca va.
He's trying to tell us something.
Madame!
Oh, madame! Oh, worse than an air raid.
Oh, come on, Gladys, come on down.
It's past your bedtime.
Who left the bathroom door open? I'll bet it was him when he came up for his bugle.
Look at him.
He's soon learned to sleep in French. Like a native.
Mind yourself.
She must have gone right to the back.
We'll have to pull it away from the wall.
It looks heavy. It IS, but we can't leave Gladys up there.
She could be fast between the wardrobe and the wall. I can't hear any noise.
Maybe she's dead. Oh, lord, we've killed a pigeon.
We haven't killed a pigeon.
I'm not leaving here till we've rescued it.
We can't lift it. Let's slide it. All right, after three.
DULL NOISE
LOUD THUMP
Hey oop.
You can't sleep.
It's our Ros. You can't blame your Ros for not being able to sleep.
You blame her for everything else.
What's that supposed to mean? How long's it been?
Forty seven years.
Oh, you've been counting then.
She broke her mother's heart.
Going away.
Coming back again wouldn't have broken it.
Ow... Oh...
How can he sleep? He's done it before. It were noisier last time.
What they never tell you about France is how hard it is when you're lying on it.
Which could be why William the Conqueror went our way across this water looking for softer beds.
Listen, where are we going to get some breakfast? Always so interested in history, are you?
I was in a bit of it, and tha can keep it.
I think a good breakfast has more to us being here now, than history.
Thank you.
What's this then? Your coffee.
I ordered a drink not a bath.
Where's the bacon? You're getting a continental breakfast. No bacon.
Chuff me. I could eat a pigeon.
Oh, she might hear you.
Come on, give it a slurp. Let's hear how you sound drinking in French.
I don't think it's actually raining, dear. But it might. It might.
I have to be prepared.
This is my recurring key shot.
I want to convey the idea of...
how long the church has been here. Through what historical upheavals.
He's ready to go now, Vicar.
I'm over here. Bring him on.
Action.
Do you want vicious...er
or am I off duty?
He's lost. We wasn't retreating on roads. They were shooting up the roads.
We were coming across fields, through woods. Did you pass near any towns?
I can't remember their names. Check the map. See if any spring to memory.
The French have funny names.
Look at that for a name.
That's in Belgium. It's Flemish.
Tha's not kidding. It'd clear the throat trying to pronounce that.
I always think Cleckheaton conveys a nice feeling of substance on a map.
Oh, forget the map,
I'll recognise the place when I see it. How many miles were you from Dunkirk?
How can you tell when you're diving down ditches and through woods?
All I know is we spent our last night at this place I'm looking for.
Then we caught up with the army. You weren't with the army? How many were you with?
There were six of us. No wonder you couldn't stop the Germans.
It amazes me. The way you drive that car. And you've never hurt yourself in that.
You step wrongly off a kerb and look at you.
If I'd have done it in the car I could have blamed your father.
You didn't bring her so many when she was alive.
What are you doing in a wheelchair? It's just an ankle. Don't get your hopes up.
It's time you sorted something out. I'm going to leave you to it.
Who'll wheel me home? If you're nicer to your sister, maybe she will.
I don't need any favours from her. We all need favours.
He seems a nice lad. Who? The one she's married. Barry. Yes, he is.
They're all right.
Like you would have been if you'd stayed with your own husband instead of somebody else's. I know.
Look, you'd better put these with those over there.
She never stopped thinking about you.
I know. If she hadn't been such a sweetheart I'd have lived so much easier.
This is it. Are you sure?
Well, I THINK this is it.
Oh, that sounds sure.
Listen, we was busy at the time. I know how it flies when you're enjoying yourself. There was a pond.
Find the pond and this is it.
Trees are bigger.
Pond's smaller.
This is it though.
This is where we spent the night. We was knackered, and talk about hungry!
We risked a fire cos I'd caught a rabbit.
You killed a rabbit?
We was starving. People were killing each other.
I know, but a rabbit.
Maybe it was an enemy rabbit.
Listen, tha would have eaten two rabbits if tha could.
I were well in with the sergeant, though. He really appreciated me keep coming up with this food.
I've only ever seen you demolishing it. It didn't go far with five.
But, I'll tell thee what, it tasted great. Five? I thought you said there were six of you.
The young gunner - he were dying.
We kept on telling him he weren't,
but he knew he were. He weren't hungry.
Right - you to the left and you to the right.
Cynthia, stand behind the camera. Right now...
He wanted me to be a witch. I told him no thank you very much.
There are those that are a lot more suitable, including some in his own choir.
Could you stand back please, ladies? Oh, it's all go.
That beggar of mine's getting more vitamin C than he's had for years.
Is Nell Gwynne ready? Nell Gwynne, please.
You look very smart. Very well dressed. Is that still a bad sign round here? Very often.
Of course it all depends how you come by your finery. The hard way.
Were any of your men very good to you?
If it's good you're after, men are the last place you go looking.
Who put that up? I must be getting soft in me old age.
Oh, he's changed out of his overalls, he must know it's the minnellimum.
Careful, you'll smudge her make-up.
How's that? Looks good to me.
For the rabbit. What rabbit?
You killed a rabbit. It was a casualty too.
HE PLAYS THE LAST POST
Mind how you go, Gladys.
Best of luck from all us pigeons.
CONTINUES WITH LAST POST