Halt! What are you doing here?
Ah, so you are English spy looking for Russian plans, eh?
I should have you shot!
You plead pathetically, pig! BEG!
That's more like it. I will spare you. I want peace with the English
We have a ceasefire at present. Go to General Cardigan
Tell him I await his Treaty and will sit here until we receive it
No more words, English. Go or be shot
The guard will take you to the stockade. You will be shot at dawn
Ah, the English spy! Well? You have something for me, yes?
Ah, so the English have some sense. Thank you, the war is over!
Let me kiss you on both cheeks
So! Cardigan is a turncoat! A secret plan to attack us is afoot
The boot is on the other foot now. We shall attack them first
IT IS WAR AGAIN. Oh, I love this job
What do I need this stone for? Take it away

So, they've caught another one, eh? What are you in for, guv'nor?
A likely story, guv'nor. Listen, I know a way out of here
I carved this key myself from my best mate's thighbone
Take it. I'll show you how to get to the British lines
Go on! Take it. Are you stupid, or what?
This way to the British lines, guv. Take this for me.
It's a plan for a new offensive. It mustn't fall into Russian hands
My mate had a big thighbone. Plenty more where that came from

I'm sorry sir, but you can't enter
Nurse Nightingale is busy. She will only see casualties now
Where's your uniform, eh? Bad form, y'know! Jolly bad form!
No thank you. I'm a surgeon, not a battle strategist
Look, make yourself useful will you?
One of Cardigan's secretaries died in surgery this afternoon
He was clutching this Treaty. Would you look after it for me?
Just take it and GO. I'm busy 
Well done, jolly good idea giving that treaty to the Russians
Just because the war is over, Nurse Nightingale still must tend the wounded
Go away. The dead are dropping again
Looks rather like a gallstone, I must say. No thanks
I say, that's quite an exquisite fibia

You're lucky to be alive
One inch either way and you would have died intesticulate
What a lovely little thing! It glows just like my lamp
Here, have it back. I must go, I have other wounded to attend to 
I can do without any more bones, thank you very much

DR HUNTER IS FROGMARCHED TO THE STOCKADE TO AWAIT EXECUTION.
RUSSIAN SHRAPNEL PEPPERS YOU LIBERALLY. YOU ARE BORNE AWAY ON A STRETCHER TO BE TENDED BY FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.

