Dark Blue World Page #3

Where have you sent us! We're heading into barrage balloons!

She's more than I could handle.

Sorry, change course to one-three-zero.

Roger, Wizard. Changing course.

- And her? - She's Machaty's.

She's your date?

You said it!

For God's sake send us some fresh blood

where are reinforcements...

It's amazing...

Hang on. Blackbird, hang on.

How calm they are.

And that'll be Hitler's downfall.

Because he's a hot-head like our Voytishek.

Me a hot-head? Just you wait!

Please.

You know what's crossed my mind?

What?

Maybe I'm not handling her right.

We go for long walks She doesn't stop talking.

Of course we kiss but...

D'you think she expects me to pounce on her?

I wouldn't know, but shut up for now, okay?

But think about it, will you?

Sure.

- Franta! - What?

I see him.

One o'clock. Hugging the ground.

Spearhead Blue Leader calling Wizard.

Roger Spearhead Blue.

We have him. I'd say he's headed for Sheffield.

Well done. Get him before he lays his eggs.

Roger, Wizard.

He's yours, Karel.

I'm going in.

Franta, I'm hit!

Can you hear me?

Karel!

Oh God!

Wizard, this is Spearhead Blue Leader.

One Junkers down.

The crew have bailed out.

Good work. Spearhead Blue!

But I'm afraid I'll have to report your Number Two

for using the radio irresponsibly.

And I'm afraid to report my Number Two...

...will not be coming home.

Sorry to hear that.

Fish again, Sir. I'm sorry to say.

I don't mind the fish every day.

But this daily ration of carrots?

Good for the eyes, Sir. So they say.

Any news?

Sorry Sir. Still nothing.

He was such a splendid chap.

Don't say was!

We don't know anything for certain yet.

Maybe he managed to bail out.

He was an excellent pilot.

I mean, he is an excellent pilot!

I'm terribly sorry, Sir.

Disperse the planes! Everything out of the hangar!

- Who is it? - I'm a British pilot.

I need to use your telephone.

You don't sound like a British pilot.

I'm not English. But I am a British pilot.

Polish?

No, Czechoslovak.

- What's your capital city? - What?

What is the capital of Czechoslovakia?

Praha. Prague.

Come in. I'll put something on that cut for you.

I have only flown two missions and already destroyed one plane.

Well done!

I mean my own.

But we did shoot down a bomber.

- I hope it was one of theirs? - Sure thing.

It was really Franta who shot it down.

Franta?

I'm not hurting you, am I?

No...

He's my best friend. Taught me how to fly

- You're going to have a scar. - Scar?

It's to eat?

What is it?

Don't worry about it.

You hungry?

Not really...

Yes.

Not really... Yes?

I mean yes. Sorry. My English is not well,

I mean... good.

They're just lighting up their targets. They'll be here any minute.

Out of the way! I'll start her up.

He's in the navy?

Charles, yes.

He's missing. It's been a year.

I'm sorry.

But often... they are missing for a long time

and they come back.

My name is also Charles. Karel means Charles in English.

The Nortons have a telephone.

I'll take you there

so you won't have to name your capital city again.

You know what?

I think I'll wait until morning.

Wait till morning?

- But won't they be worried? - No.

But they think you're dead.

So far it's not bad...

uh, being dead.

- It's about to blow, Sir. - There's a pilot on board!

All right. Get him out Slama!

Are you alright?

Your left nostril really is smaller.

So is yours. Come, show me.

No, it's silly.

Please. Otherwise we'll never know.

Come on.

You see? It's as I said.

So you could be my sister.

Slightly older sister.

What nice noses we have!

It's late! I've got some pajamas that belonged to Charles.

I mean... that belong to Charles.

I'll leave the door open to let the heat in.

Anything else you need?

Not still hungry?

- Not really. Yes? - Yes.

No.

Not really.

Not to eat.

Well. Good night then.

Oh God, no...

- Pilot? - Yes, a pilot.

Now out you go, children.

A pilot. From Czechoslovakia.

From a place called Prague.

Mr. Hitler has invaded his country

so... he's come here... to... help us out.

In England...

it's normal... to have so many children?

No.

No, Karel. They're not mine.

They're from London. From different families.

They were moved because of the bombing.

We were evacuated.

We're evacuees.

- In hospital? - Stitched up his stomach.

Who's that?

Sysel. He was holding his guts It was oozing blood.

He'll be there for a week at least.

Hello, Charles.

Hello!

Jane would like to dance with you.

But... I can't dance.

Not even a little?

Not even a little. Sorry.

But I can, ladies, and I love dancing.

You land on your head when you bailed out yesterday?

Not on my head,

on a woman!

And I fell madly in love with her.

I'm crazy about her.

Really?

I'm going mad.

One could...

One could escape from here.

I'd like to know how.

You see that barbed wire over there?

If one got hold of a pair of pliers...

The wall's only five meters.

Gentlemen.

It's my birthday today.

Fifty.

Your health, doctor!

My father died at fifty.

Also a doctor.

In Reichenberg.

You know how many people came to his funeral?

A hundred and twenty-seven.

My sister counted them all.

They loved him so.

That's life...

How many people did you kill in the war, Mr. Slama?

No idea.

Take a guess.

Maybe ten.

Me, not one.

Have you ever seen an execution?

I did.

In Prague. At Kobylisy.

I had to check that the people were dead.

For a whole month.

Day in day out.

- How do I look? - Ravishing.

Really? You're pulling my leg?

Get out, you Romeo.

Wait here. I'll give you a sign.

Susan!

Excuse me?

Are you uh... are you Susan?

What? Yes. Can I help?

I thought so.

Hang on. How do you know my name?

I am a friend of Karel. He told me about you.

Oh, he did, did he.

- So you came to check me out? - Yes.

Tell your young friend

that if he think she can send his whole squadron

for some recreation he's very much mistaken.

No.

That may be the way it works in Prague, but not here.

Come along Beth.

Tell him he's not welcome here.

Susan! We have the whole afternoon off,

so... Franta!

This is Susan.

And this is Franta, my...

I told you all about him.

How... do you do?

How do you do?

Lovely, isn't she?

I prefer bigger tits, but she is pretty.

What's the matter here then?

We went to see the bees and Beth got stung.

Do you have ammonia?

I'll have a look. You wait here.

- Susan? - Yes.

- I really missed you - Uh-uh...

- Did you miss me too? - What?

Oh. Yes...

It's all such a mess in here...

Here we are!

Great.

Damn, it's evaporated.

- There's none left. - Uh-uh...

Do you have...

How do you say "vinegar" in English?

It's sour... and you use it for pickling.

- Vinegar? - Yes. Vinegar.

Children, which of you knows where the vinegar is?

- I do! - Wait! Wait!

You'll be OK.

Just remember it's much worse for the bee than for you.

- It will never fly again. - It will die, won't it?

That's right. As soon as a bee loses its sting, it dies.

Wasps don't.

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