About to meet her maker, Private Sauce has been charged with double-dealing and deception. Captain Flash-Flies is in charge and Private's Moon and Flute are standing by ready albeit half cocked. Private Sauce demands a fag as her last request, but hey, it's not that kind of movie. Instead she settles for a last meal of truncheon meat. "Left, right, left right, mess tins at the ready plenty of sauce to go round. Quick munch!"