Fires Were Started Page #4

There's a message

from the Sub up top, sir!

(Coughing)

Things are getting very difficult. He

wants assistance as soon as possible.

Right.

Up top!

Tell them to come down at once.

We've got

a turntable ladder coming along.

Right, sir.

District Officer says

you got to get off the roof.

How the hell do you think

we're going to get down there?

I don't know how the hell I came up!

(Whistle and explosion)

Get him out of the flames there.

(Fire bell ringing)

Stop and jack!

There's a man hurt, down below!

There's a man hurt!

(Officer) Get the ladders to work!

Get your rescue line out!

Jump to it, men

- What luck, eh?

- All right, men.

What luck.

Watch that door!

Look out!

- There are firemen on top, sir.

- What?

Take in that slack.

Lift him from the shoulders.

Lift him up.

Onto the parapet.

Watch that slack!

Give me that lifeline. Give it me,

I know what to do with it. You get down.

Come down off that bloody roof!

- Go on. Go on down, then!

- Are you coming along?

I'll be down. You get down and out of it.

Jump on the ladder!

What's the damn fool doing?

Swing it round, Norris!

Bring them away!

There's another man up there, sir.

Let's get this one down first

and we'll go back after him.

Right, lower away!

Lower him, man, faster!

Lower him down.

He's right down, sir. He's all right.

It's the other one we're worried about.

(Flames crackling)

Come on!

- Blimey, look at that wall.

- Lock off, the wall's going!

Shut it off!

Let go!

Brigade Control.

A message from Fire Control.

"Reinforcements."

"One hundred pumps have

been ordered from Abbotstone"

"to stand by in your area."

Thank you.

Joan! Joan!

That should be three heavy units

not two there.

(Telephone rings)

14-Control.

Oh, they're on their way, are they? Right.

Sub, those stand-bys

are on their way in now.

That's something, anyhow.

- Is this 14 Y?

- Yes.

Oh, I had a hell of a job finding this

place. We've come from Abbotstone.

We were sent by your control

to stand by here.

- Abbotstone?

- Yes, the other side of Coleford.

- Why, that's 60 miles away.

- Don't I know it!

You people seem to be having

a regular pasting down here tonight.

Yes, our boys at the docks.

Don't touch that, it'll be hot!

Barrett! Let's have it!

Johnny!

Here she comes!

- I can't hold it much longer.

- Both of you, stop where you are!

Come over this side.

I'm staying where I am.

I'm all right.

- Here she comes!

- Here she comes.

- Well, that would be Jacko.

- Stay still.

Messing about on the roof,

when he should've come down out of it.

36-OP. Thompson speaking.

36-OP, yes?

Fire at 150 degrees.

Appears to be under control.

Thank you.

Thank goodness for that.

(Distant air-raid sirens wailing)

(Air-raid sirens intensify)

(Air-raid sirens stop)

Way-aye! What's the matter,

can't you take it, chum?

- Haven't you heard?

- No, what?

- Jacko's copped it.

- Copped it bad?

He's copped it, I tell you!

- Thanks, very much.

- What a night, eh?

(Laughter and banter)

We deserve a cup of tea, eh, boys?

Bless you, my beautiful!

You look pretty beautiful yourself,

too, mate!

Who's your officer in charge, chum?

I'm in charge, Sub.

Our Sub-officer's injured.

Well, knock off and make up

and get off home.

Yes, sir. Johnny knock off and make up!

OK, Walt!

Make up and get home.

All right, Johnny. Had a bad night?

Bad night? You wanna go down

the road and have a look over the wall.

There's a boat down there, good

as new, she ain't got a scratch on her.

She's a sight for sore eyes.

(Bell ringing)

- Hey, Doctor!

- Hey, we left you a bit.

- Still here?

- Yeah, she's still afloat.

(Radio) ...so far it does not appear

that casualties are likely to be heavy.

In one district,

the attack became concentrated

and several large fires were started.

These, however, were successfully

prevented from spreading.

Agency reports say...

No, we weren't hit.

She'll make it all right.

She'll be there on time.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men,

As hounds and greyhounds,

mongrels, spaniels, curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs,

and demi-wolves are clept

All by the name of dogs.

The valued file distinguishes

the swift, the slow, the subtle...

- (Woman) Take your wet clothes off, Bill.

- Thanks, Ma'am.

That's a good boy.

...every one according to the gift

which bounteous nature

Hath in him closed...

Good luck, mate.

Thanks for the tea.

Hello, Tanya. I never expected

to see you any more.

Come on, chums, snap out of it!

( Bugle fanfare)

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