Angels One Five Page #9

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You let me win, sir?

Well, you don't imagine

I couldn't have beaten you to it?

I was a pretty good sprinter

at school, sir.

Oh well, we shall soon settle that argument.

We'll have a race ...

... in full flying kit.

That will show you

who'd have got to that Hurricane first.

All right, sir. Now, sir?

No, not now. I need a drink.

I daresay you're feeling a bit dry, too.

But we'll fix a date for that race.

Don't forget to remind me.

I won't, sir.

Excuse me.

Anything to oblige, old boy.

Oh, it's you, Septic.

Peter Moon was asking for you just now.

Squadron Leader Moon?

Well, where is he?

He's over there by the bar

nattering to the Tiger.

Thanks.

Of course, it's for you to decide, sir ...

... but that's what I strongly recommend.

Very well, Peter.

I didn't intend to take any action ...

... but if that's the way you want it, I will.

Oh, there you are, Baird.

I've been looking for you high and low.

You're flying as my Yellow Two tomorrow.

Readiness first light.

# I don't want to join the air force #

# I don't want to go to war #

# I'd rather hang around

Piccadilly underground #

# Living on earnings

of a high-born lady #

# I don't want to lose my tail plane #

# I don't want my rudder shot away #

# I'd rather stay in England #

# In merry, merry England... #

I reckon she must have dived

in there to take cover.

What's the use, anyway?

We heaves her out and tidies her up,

and back come the ruddy Jerries.

We have to start all over again.

Don't worry, chum.

Another couple of days of this ...

... and there won't be

any perishing station left to tidy.

Got a fag?

No.

I wrote to your wife this morning ...

... so I expect she'll be coming

to see you in hospital.

All you've got to do is

to get fit as quickly as you can.

If there's anything you want,

you let me know, will you?

- Good luck.

- Is that the lot now?

Yes.

Been seeing anything of Septic lately?

He's giving me dinner at Maidstone tonight.

Oh, quite an occasion!

Isn't it? I'm very thrilled about it.

It's certainly an achievement.

So long, my dear.

Bye.

Good afternoon.

And how's our lady of the lamp?

If you're referring to the Clinton bungalow beacon,

that's still under control.

I was referring to your activities

amongst our sick and wounded.

You look tired.

Aren't we all.

It's a marvel to me how those boys

go up time after time.

No proper rest,

few comforts left.

Well, how do you manage?

Me? Oh, that's quite different.

It isn't, you know.

We keep going because,

well, we've got to keep going.

Isn't that it?

Yes, I suppose so.

I'm a bit worried about Barry.

He's feeling the strain badly.

Well, I was just on my way

down to Emergency Ops.

He worries so dreadfully.

He seems to take responsibility

for every single casualty.

I'll try and talk some sense into him.

- Thank you.

- So long, my dear.

Bored with her, Dusty?

It's not that, old man.

I want to get some sleep.

Tell us about your love life, Septic.

That will put us all to sleep.

He's a dark horse. Aren't you, Septic?

I don't have to titivate my senses

with paper substitutes ...

- ... if that's what you mean.

- Who is she, Septic?

Is she a braw Scots lassie?

Tell us a real bedtime story, Septic.

Come on, Septic. Don't be bashful.

Well, since you all take

such a kindly interest in my affairs ...

I may as well tell you that ...

... I've got a date

with a very beautiful girl ...

... in Maidstone this evening.

- Well, blow me down.

- Who'd have thought it!

Good old Septic,

a very parfait gentle knight.

Are you ready for

a game of chess, sir?

I don't mind if I do,

Provided you let me win for once.

Fan me! Five sorties, and then chess?

Your mother might not

have known it, Septic ...

... but what she gave birth to

was a wonder child.

What's the form, Barry?

Nothing much on the table

at the moment, sir.

I don't like it.

Why not?

We could all do with a bit

of a rest, couldn't we?

It's unlike Jerry to lay off, sir ...

... just when he's got us rocking.

Sufficient unto the day.

You worry too much, Barry.

You're losing weight.

It's the smell of a boot, sir.

Interferes with the digestion.

Ah. Here they come.

"H" for Hostile,

"H" for Hostile 7-6,

Get Pimpernel off, Bonzo.

all they can muster, sir.

They've done 49 sorties today already.

Well, it's getting late.

It may fizzle out.

I'll wait and see how it develops.

Hello. Pimpernel dispersal?

Patrol Dover Angels 1-8.

Dover Angels 1-8.

Don't forget, Septic,

you're flying as my Black Two.

Here we go again. Poor perishers.

Haven't you got

that ruddy blower working yet?

Hello, Pimpernel Leader, Pimpernel Leader,

Sapper calling.

Make Angels as quickly as you can.

Bandits approaching

from the southeast. Over.

Ok, Sapper.

What Angels are bandits? Over.

Don't know. Can't see them from here, over.

You funny little man.

That will cost you a drink. Out.

Close up, Black Two.

I'm going to climb.

Keep your eyes skinned.

"H" Hostile 7-6.

"R" Robert...

Hello, Pimpernel Leader, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper calling.

Watch out for bandits

above and behind you.

Above and behind, over.

Hello, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader answering.

Ok. Out.

Hello, Leader, Black Two calling.

Ok, Black Two. I can see them.

Prepare to break.

No, hold it.

They're Spitties. Over.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper calling.

Bandits ahead of you.

Ahead of you.

Will cross from starboard to port.

Starboard to port. Over.

Hello, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader answering. I see them.

Tally ho! Tally ho!

Hello, chaps.

Leader calling.

Prepare to break.

Line astern. Line astern.

Go!

Nice work, Septic.

Your bird, sir.

Sounds as if Septic had winged one.

Yes, good boy.

"H" for Hostile 7-6,

"R" Robert 7-3-6-2.

Now, how the hell did that get there?

It puts them up sun now, sir, to our boys.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper calling.

Hawks in the sun.

Hawks in the sun ...

... closing in on you rapidly

from the southwest. Over.

Watch your tail, Leader.

Watch your tail.

Hello, Septic. Hello, Septic,

Are you all right? Over.

Hello, Leader.

Septic answering.

Yes, I'm all right.

Trouble is, can't open hood.

Chin up, Septic.

You don't sound too good.

Better park down on Manston.

I'll lead you down.

Try and keep height. Over.

Hello, Leader. Hello, Leader.

Septic answering.

Your message received

and understood.

See if you can get their position.

Maybe we can help them.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper calling.

Over to button "B," button "B" ...

... and transmit for fix. Over.

Hello, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader answering.

I will transmit for fix.

Please keep channel free ...

... for me to assist Black Two

down on to Manston. Over.

OK OK. Over.

Tell the D.F. Stations

to concentrate on Pimpernel Leader.

Get through to Manston.

Tell them to have the crash tender ...

... and the ambulance on the top line.

All stations concentrate

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