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You're all right.
A boat.
We don't need a volunteer.
Uh, yeah.
How'd you know that stuff, anyway?
Is he a coward, Mr. Dawson?
Can you hear me, George?
You can practically...
Hang on.
Christ.
Gibson! Leave it!
What?
Fortis Leader, one bandit down.
Johnny!
I can't.
Hello? Can you hear me?
then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet,
We shall fight on the landing grounds.
What's your name?
And he's about to do it again.
No French soldiers. No French soldiers. No.
The one for Britain.
Understood, Fortis 1.
Will she still float?
Yeah, 109s off her starboard.
Then set heading 128,
How's the perimeter?
This way.
50 gallons.
It's just the way it is.
How many men are they talking about, sir?
George!
You're weekend sailors, not the bloody navy.
It's oil. Oil. You're getting into oil!
Maybe my teachers would see it.
I can’t see
Down you go. Put this on, my love.