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Blake: You get anything? Schofield: No. Blake: I'm bloody starvin', aren't you? I thought we might get some decent grub out here. It was the only reason I decided against the priesthood. What have you got there? Schofield: Ham and bread. Blake: Where did you find that? Schofield: I have my uses. Here. [hands Blake a chunk of bread] Blake: [chewing] Ugh, tastes like old shoe. Schofield: Cheer up. This time next week it'll be chicken dinner. Blake: Not me. Leave got cancelled. Schofield: They say why? Blake: No idea. Schofield: It's easier not to go back at all. Blake: Something's up. Did you hear anything? Schofield: No. Blake: Has to be the push, right? Ten bob says we're going up. Schofield: I'm not taking that bet. Blake: Why? 'Cause you know I'm right? Schofield: No, because you haven't got ten bob.

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Blake: Is there any news, Sarge? Sergeant Sanders: News of what Blake: The big push. It was supposed to happen weeks ago. They told us we'd be home by Christmas. Sergeant Sanders: Yes, well, sorry to disrupt your crowded schedule, Blake, but the Brass Hats didn't fancy it in the snow. Blake: More's the pity, Sarge. I could have done with some turkey. Sergeant Sanders: Well, I'll be sure to relay your displeasure to Command. Blake: So, what's on the cards then, Sergeant? Sergeant Sanders: The Hun are up to something. Blake: Any idea what? Sergeant Sanders: No, but it's about to ruin our weekend. [Sanders stops in front of a dugout entrance and turns around to face Blake and Schofield] Now, listen. Erinmore is inside, so tidy yourselves up. Never know. Might be mentions in dispatches for this one... if you don't bugger it up.

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Sergeant Sanders: Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield, sir. General Erinmore: Which one of you is Blake? Blake: Sir. General Erinmore: You have a brother, a lieutenant in the Second Devons? Blake: Yes, sir. Joseph Blake; is he--? General Erinmore: Alive. As far as I know. And with your help, I'd like to keep it that way. Sanders tells me you're good with maps. That true? Blake: Good enough, sir. General Erinmore: So... [indicates the British position on map] We are here. The Second Devons are advancing here. [indicates an 'X' on map] How long will it take you to get there? Blake: [confused] I don't understand, sir. Schofield: Sir, that land is held by the Germans. General Erinmore: Germans have gone. Don't get your hopes up. It appears to be a strategic withdrawal. They seem to have created a new line, nine miles back here by the look of it. Colonel Mackenzie is in command of the Second. He sent word yesterday morning he was going after the retreating Germans. He is convinced he has th

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Blake: Sir? Lieutenant Leslie, sir? Lieutenant Leslie: [half asleep] What is it? Blake: We have a message from General Erinmore. Lieutenant Leslie: Are you our relief? Blake: No, sir. Lieutenant Leslie: Then when the fucking hell are they due? Blake: We don't know, sir, but we've got orders to cross here. Lieutenant Leslie: That is the German front line. Blake: We know, sir. If you'll just take the letter. [hands Leslie the note from Erinmore] Lieutenant Leslie: Settle a bet. What day is it? Blake: Friday. Lieutenant Leslie: Friday. Well, well, well. None of us was right. [indicates soldier] This idiot thought it was Tuesday. Soldier: Sorry, sir. Lieutenant Leslie: [reading the note] Are they out of their fucking minds? One slow night, the brass think the Hun have just gone home? Schofield: Do you think they're wrong, sir? Lieutenant Leslie: We lost an officer and three men two nights ago. They were shot to bits patching up wire. We dragged two of them back here. Needn't have bothered-

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Blake: Your hand alright? Schofield: Put it through an effing German. Blake: Patch it up. You'll be wanking again in no time. Schofield: Wrong hand.

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Schofield: [pouring water from his canteen on his face] Dust... so much dust in my eyes! Blake: [hands Schofield his canteen] Here. Have some of mine. I wish I'd shot that rat now. Schofield: And I wish you'd picked some other bloody idiot. Blake: What? Schofield: Why in God's name did you have to choose me? Blake: Well, I didn't know what I was picking you for. Schofield: No, you didn't. You never know. That's your problem. Blake: Alright then, go back. Nothing's stopping you. You can go all the bloody way home if you want. Schofield: [sharply] Don't. Just don't. Blake: Look, I didn't know what I was picking you for. I thought they were going to send us back up the line, or for food or something. I thought it was going to be easy, alright? I never thought it would be this. [pulls out flare gun] So, do you want to go back? Schofield: Just fire the fucking flare. Blake: Up yours, Lieutenant. [fires flare]

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