Christopher Jones credited as playing...
Major Randolph Doryan
- Captain: Well, if it's all the same to you, sir, I'll be straight off. I've given myself leave.
- Randolph Doryan: Yes?
- Captain: Embarkation leave. France. Second Batallion, Southeast Lanchasires... they're in the front line. Will you tell me something, man to man? What's it like, really - front line?
- [Doryan's face expresses discomfort]
- Captain: Aye. Well, I'll find out soon enough. I'm a coward, you see. No, I always have been - from being a lad. I can't master it. Well, I don't suppose I've tried, really. I'd give my left arm to have a touch of what you've got. I hate it! Just the bloody thought of it gives me the shakes. In fact, that's my nightmare, the shakes. I don't mind dying - not if it's quick. Life's not that much, is it? I wouldn't mind having a gammy leg, like you've got - though I don't suppose it's funny. But the shakes? Shellshock? Just shaking and shambling like a... epileptic baby? Nay, I'd rather be dead! I can see what's coming - I'm going to disgrace myself...
- Randolph Doryan: You don't know what you'll do. No one does - you don't know what you're doing?
- Captain: Really? I read what you did in the newspapers. That weren't no flash in the pan - you'd do the same again, I dare say.
- Randolph Doryan: You'd be wrong.
- Captain: Well, you've done your bit - someone else's turn, eh?
- Randolph Doryan: [after O'Leary has been arrested] Is there anything you want?
- Tim O'Leary: Cigarette.
- [Corporal gives him a cigarette]
- Randolph Doryan: Anything else?
- Tim O'Leary: Yes...
- [drags on cigarette]
- Tim O'Leary: GET OUT OF MY COUNTRY!
- Mrs. McCardle: God bless you, Tim O'Leary!
- Captain: Sent you here for a rest, did they?
- Randolph Doryan: Yes, I think they did.
- Captain: Well, you'll get that, if naught else. There's nothing to do here but walk. Oh, I'm sorry. I expect walking's out.
- Randolph Doryan: No, I'm supposed to walk. Five miles a day.
- Captain: Oh. Well, then. They've sent you to the right place. There's some nice walks here. Our duties are light enough, God knows. Our duties. It's more like police work, isn't it? The publican's a source of information.
- Randolph Doryan: An informer?
- Captain: Aye. Publican, name of Ryan. Well, he's nothing to inform, has he? But the police slip him a fiver now and then, you know. Oh, he's all right. Big mouth, open hand, empty pocket, you know? Typical publican. But he's all right, really.