Winter Flight (1984) - full transcript
A young RAF serviceman and a local waitress fall for each other, but Falklands War looms in the background.
INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION
Darlington, Victor 09.
Believe just hit a bird.
Climbing to 5,000 feet below speed,
handling check.
Roger, 09. Call if you require
assistance.
Visual control, we have a possible
bird strike from Victor 09.
Falconer Tower?
Tower Falconer, go ahead.
Possible bird strike reported.
Tower Falconer,
request clearance to check runway.
Falconer, clear onto runway.
INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION
AIRCRAFT OVERHEAD
Tower Falconer. Falconer Tower.
There was a bird strike.
I've just recovered a dead daw.
Victor 09, we believe you did hit
a bird. Remains found on runway.
Victor 09, I'm going to make
a precautionary landing.
Clear to flight path. Roger.
Flight path descending
with three greens.
Emergency state three.
Emergency state three.
Emergency state three.
Aircraft, three onboard,
suffered bird strike.
Intention to land.
KLAXON SOUNDS
I hope it hasn't broken.
It'll be all right. Thanks.
It comes in pieces, anyway.
I would've thought you were
a bit old for making models.
It's not for me. It's a present.
Thanks, anyway, for,
well, you know, picking it up.
Any time.
RECORDING: Hello, Mal. Hello, Dad.
Just a quick letter to wish you
all the best in your new camp.
I hope your first week's gone well.
Have you got your hi-fi set up?
Oh, Auntie Rose and Uncle John
send their best. And your cousins.
Billy's got himself a job, packing.
Well, it's a start.
Anyway, that's about it.
I'll send you a long letter
at t'weekend.
And remember, don't let them
push you around, Mal.
You stand up for yourself.
And be a good boy,
don't get into mischief.
Well, not that you do,
but, you know, keep your nose clean.
Oh, and, by the way,
that last one you sent me
on black-headed gulls,
have you got any marshes
or sewage farm near you?
Because they're probably breeding.
You read up on it.
Anyway, that's it for now.
Write soon.
This is your dad signing off.
Bye, son.
Bye, Dad.
Hooker?
They're not there, are they?
Well, you can go looking for them
if you want,
but I'm not chasing firemen
all round the camp!
VEHICLE APPROACHES
A word of warning.
Any aggravation
from the RAF Regiment tonight
and I'll be giving you two a tug.
All right, my lovely boys?
The regiment is here to protect
the camp, not to smash it up.
We'll try and remember that, sir.
Hm.
Go and get changed
and come back for a drink.
Come on!
WATER FLOWS
WATER GUSHES
MAL TURNS TAP OFF
Sir! It's Saturday night, son.
You should be out having a drink.
I thought I'd do my washing.
You're no good to the force
if you can't go out at weekends
and have a bit of fun, laddie!
Go and let your hair down.
It's all right, I'm happy staying
in. You'll be happier with the lads!
Go over to the club.
Plenty of WAAFs about.
Get some oil on your dipstick.
Well, go on, then.
Sarge.
MUSIC BLASTS
RAUCOUS CHATTER
LAUGHTER
Doesn't he know where he is?
He's either brave, or stupid.
I know which one he looks to me.
I'd better tell him.
Hi, love! How'd the model go?
All right.
Well, I haven't, er...you know.
Yeah, I know.
Look, I'm not being funny,
but if I were you,
I'd go to one of the other bars.
Why? You're in the pigs' bar.
Look, there's a bar next door.
It's got carpets on the floor
and nice chairs to sit in.
You'll be able to read in peace, OK?
Why can't I stay here?
Because they're pigs!
Half a lager, please.
Well...!
Thank you.
Here! Excuse me!
What's this?
Oh, it's an encyclopaedia!
Do you actually read this?
Can I have it back?
What do you read it for?
Cos it's interesting.
Can I have it, please?
Do you remember everything you read?
No. Why do you bother, then?
You're just trying to get on,
ain't you, son?
Oh! So, you want to be a Rodney,
do you?
I want me book back!
Don't let her push you around.
Take it off her!
Go on! Go on!
Come here, then.
Go on. Get it off us!
MEN JEER
MEN GROAN
MAL PANTS
Pint!
Cheers.
MEN CHEER
MAL PANTS
MAL HYPERVENTILATES
MAL GRUNTS
Get off!
Right, that's enough!
MAL GRUNTS
I said, that's enough!
Bucket!
Bucket!
Give it him, Ange.
Get the DCM. Yeah.
DOOR OPENS
HE URINATES
You could have been putting
your tool to better use by now.
HE ZIPS UP TROUSERS
HE SIGHS
HE URINATES
DOOR OPENS
I can't find him.
Well, he's got to be somewhere!
I've looked everywhere!
ANGIE SIGHS
HE BRINGS UP PHLEGM
MAN BRINGS UP PHLEGM
MAL RECOILS
Drink it!
No. I'll hold him!
You keep out of it!
MAL BREATHES DEEPLY
MAL WHIMPERS
DOOR OPENS
Let him up! Let him up!
MAL COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS
MAL GASPS FOR BREATH
You all right? Come over here.
Get some water, Jill!
MAL COUGHS
What was it about?
Just a bit of fun.
That's all.
Committee, tomorrow night.
Where you going?!
I'll get someone to clean
the mess up.
I hope you're going to ban Hooker
for this!
Yeah, well, we'll have some words.
But it's the pigs' bar, innit?
If you don't like it,
then keep out of it.
MUSIC BLASTS
HE PANTS
MUSIC PLAYS
HE SOBS
HE SNIFFS
HE SOBS
I tried to tell you.
It's for pigs, that bar.
HE SNIFFS
I brought your book.
Thanks.
You're going to catch pneumonia.
You don't want to let that lot
upset you. They're not worth it.
HE SNIFFS
Why don't you come to my house
and get cleaned up?
Are you married? I live with my dad.
Come on.
I can do it. Hold still a minute.
HE WINCES
What's your dad do?
He's an MT. Sergeant Bowyer.
Keep your head down!
Seems to be the effect I have
on people.
It's always been the same,
even at school.
I don't think you're missing much,
not fitting in with the pigs.
Maybe. I would like to fit in
somewhere, though.
Have a look in the mirror.
OK? Yeah. Thanks very much.
I'd better get back to the bar.
I'll walk you back.
MUSIC PLAYS
Tell me something.
Yeah?
Why do you read an encyclopaedia?
Cos it's interesting.
Don't you like to know things?
Like what?
Well, anything. Like tonight,
I was reading about starlings.
How they live as a group,
do everything together.
Handy bit of information to know.
Only a joke!
Anyway, I'll see you sometime.
Yeah. I was going to...
Well, I thought we could,
you know... As we've got on.
I'm free next Saturday. You can
take me shopping in Cambridge.
MUSIC BLASTS
You'll get a letter in due course.
Thank you, sir.
LOW CHATTER
Get us some coffee, Murph.
I've got a low fuel
who needs to come in.
What about 1-11?
Alpha Hotel 104,
climb to 5,000 feet,
taking in 200.
You're all clear, number one,
for finals.
Keep your fuel priority.
3308, you're clear
for the flight path, descending.
BIRDSONG
LOW CHATTER
There's a flock of starlings
right on the bloody flight path.
Now, we must get them to move
in that direction, back to the fen.
And in order to do that,
we have to create so much noise
that they'll feel unsafe
and abandon the roost.
The most important thing to remember
is coordinated firing.
So no firing until the signal.
Wait till you see the flare.
Malcolm, you know where to take the
SAFA unit? Yes, sir.
Now, then, where are we? Ah, yes!
Now, look, the main concentration
of birds seems to be here,
up here, in this wood.
I thought we'd deploy the main body
of the force around to the west,
and then perhaps George and Bernie,
you could skirt around here
on the north side. OK?
HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLE
DOG BARKS
OK. Just a moment, sir.
LOW CHATTER
BIRDSONG
BIRDS SCREECH LOUDLY
GUNSHOT
What you doing here?
I wanted to see you.
You'd better come in,
you look frozen.
Thanks. I thought it was your job.
Not killing them like that.
Well, you said they had to be
moved.
Yeah.
I'm beat. Tired? Exhausted.
Your dad not in?
He's round his girlfriend's.
My mum's dead. Didn't I tell you?
No.
My mum went, too, when I were four.
Oh. Rough.
Oh, it was all right. Me dad was
mum, if you see what I mean.
Oh, there is a reason I came round.
I got something for you.
A present. It came this morning.
What is it? Have a look.
Handel's what? It's at King's.
Oh, great.
Them tickets are like gold!
I'd better put them in
me jewellery box, then.
Just a joke.
Thanks. It's a lovely present.
You can have a kiss.
It's all right.
You don't want a kiss?
Don't you like me?
Of course I do. I like you a lot.
Can I ask you something? Yeah.
Have you been with many girls
before?
Well, you know, a few. How many?
What about you? Have you, um...? No.
Shall we try that kiss again?
ORGAN RECITAL
HE BEGINS TO PLAY
RECITAL CONTINUES
A letter.
It's from SATCO.
Bloody Saturday flying.
Buggers up the weekend, mun!
He's making an appointment for me
to see the station commander!
You jammy git!
It'll be a surprise for Angie.
Knock this back, kid.
It'll make you feel better.
Who was it, then?
As if it isn't obvious.
Can you give us another, Jill?
I'll have the bastard,
don't you worry, kid.
I'll lure him up to me bedroom,
get him to drop his trousers
and do a home-made job
with me pinking shears.
It'll sort itself, Ange.
It always does.
Angie!
I got a letter from the Commission!
Angie?
What have I done?!
What, are you blind? Can't you see?!
Oh, sod off, will you?
Bleeding men make me sick!
Angie?
Angie, it's Mal.
Angie, it's Mal. Are you there?
Go away!
What's the matter?
Go away, please!
I'm not going away, so you might
as well come out and tell me.
All right?
Yeah. You?
Fine, thanks.
Just having a little chat.
Is it something I've done, Angie?
No. Go away!
If I haven't done anything,
why should I go away?
Because I want you to!
But what's wrong?
Come on, Angie, tell me.
I'm not going until you tell me.
I'm pregnant.
But you can't be, Angie!
I only put me hand on it!
SHE SOBS
Whisky, please.
HE EXHALES
So, the penny's dropped, has it?
She's really upset, you know.
I know.
So, what are you going to do
about it?
She can't have it seen to.
Pardon? She's too far gone.
So you'll have to do
the right thing, won't you?
Look, you don't understand.
I do, Mal. I understand everything.
I've seen kids on this camp
barely 17 and carrying.
And what does the bloke do? He has
a chummy word with his sergeant
and gets himself shipped off
to Germany!
Angie! Wait!
Don't you want to talk?
I've got nothing to say.
I'd have thought you'd have
plenty to say.
I mean, I was under the impression
I was the only person
going out with you!
It happened before I met you.
When? Months ago.
Then you must have known about it
for ages!
I got the test back today.
Who was it?
Someone I met. Who?!
You wouldn't know his name! Try me!
I don't know his name!
Let me go home, please!
You don't know his name?
What kind of a relationship is that?
The kind you wouldn't understand!
Where you go to a party, get pissed,
see someone you fancy...
..and you just let it happen.
Look...I know what you must feel
and I'm sorry I've let you down!
So we'll just call it a day,
all right?
It's my problem.
And I'll have to sort it out
on my own!
MACHINE BLEEPS
Here's the dark horse.
What?
Cat's out of the bag now, son.
What cat? Like your style, Mal.
There's me thinking the only thing
you've climbed up is a flight
of stairs,
and there's you quietly
giving our Angie a pasting.
You know, then?
The whole camp knows, son.
Got to love it.
All that walking around
with the encyclopaedia,
touch of the old Clark Kent, eh?
You ought to get yourself
a set of bins.
Complete the image!
Well, everybody's got their own way.
Too right, son!
Come on, you can buy me a drink.
MUSIC PLAYS
Hey, Kel?
So, what's your plans, then?
I don't know. I haven't thought
about it, really.
Well, there ain't a lot
to think about, is there?
You either give the kid a name
or get a posting.
I'll sort something out.
You can have a word with Hooker.
He'll put you right.
He's bolted so many times,
he's only safe here.
And Cyprus.
I do what I want to do!
I do! I do what I want to do!
I do what I want!
You don't own me!
WHISPERS: Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Wake up.
It's me!
Angie?
Don't make a noise,
or you'll wake your dad up!
I had to come and talk to you. It's
all been going round in me mind.
I just had to see you.
I'm all jumbled!
If I'd had the time, I'd have
written it all down on paper cos
it always helps if I can do that.
I mean, if I can look at things
on paper, it helps sort 'em out.
You know, one, two, three, four,
all the points listed, and it's OK.
But I didn't, there was no time,
so I'll just say it instead of
writing it.
Look, just listen.
It's going to be very hard on you,
having a baby on your own.
And we've been going out together
and I feel a certain responsibility.
And I don't want to see you hurt
or unhappy,
and I think having a baby
on your own will make you unhappy.
And...and I know it's not my kid
and you can say it's got nothing
to do with me, but...I love you.
And I want to marry you. And I think
we could be very happy together.
What are you trying to do -
suffocate me?!
Sorry.
How'd you get in here?
I climbed up the outside.
Oh, Christ, Mal, have you gone mad?
I just had to talk to you.
Yeah, you certainly did that.
And I didn't want to wake
your dad up.
That would have been difficult.
He's around his girlfriend's.
THEY LAUGH
Well?
It won't work.
Why not?
Because of this.
The baby won't know I'm not its
dad.
And nobody else knows it's not mine,
do they?
So as far as anybody's concerned,
you got pregnant and we got married.
Does your dad know?
He thinks it's your kid, anyway.
Reckons I'm lying to cover for you.
That's it, then. No problem, is it?
Look...it's very nice of you, Mal...
..but no.
Would you marry me
if it wasn't for the baby?
You're lying.
There's even more reason to get
married with a baby on the way.
I'm not being married
out of charity.
It's not that, it's not!
Oh, this is stupid!
Say you will, Angie.
Say yes.
WHISPERS: Yes.
And we'll tell everybody
it's my baby, yeah?
WHISPERS: Yeah.
I thought I'd go and see
the flight looie tomorrow,
get a house organised
for next month. It's too soon.
Why?
It just is.
Thank you.
It's more important getting married
in a registry office before the baby
than getting married
in a church after.
Not for me, it isn't.
It is for the baby.
Mrs Thompson, please.
I'm not getting married
looking like that!
It doesn't matter how you look.
It does!
A wedding's special.
I don't want to be ugly and deformed
when I get married.
I want it to be nice.
Can't you see that?
I suppose you're right.
CHANTING
CHEERING
LAUGHTER
You have got to put him right
on a posting.
You're the old hand!
Anyway, what you having?
Oi, you!
Slag!
Yeah.
And when it comes to fallout,
I'd sooner be with him than anybody.
I only saw him the once!
We had a drink, that's all!
I swear to Christ, that's all!
I won't...I won't see him again,
I promise! I promise I won't!
He's all right
when you get to know him.
You're drinking a lot. So?
Starting as he means to go on, love.
CHEERING
CHANTING
CHEERING
Name?
CHANTING
You all right?
Hey! He's well gone!
Where you going?
Ain't you coming back...?
Goodnight, Les. Goodnight.
Hooker! Where you going?
Ain't you coming back for a drink?
PASSIONATE MOANING
ENGINE STARTS
LAUGHTER
Go on, Hooker!
LAUGHTER
PASSIONATE MOANING
What the bloody hell's going on?
My God.
SIREN WAILS
Come on, now.
Come on down here, lad, be sensible.
We'll talk it over, all right?
Get the dog out.
He's a bloody maniac.
Fuck him.
Come on, lad.
Come on, lad, come on.
Come on. Come on.
Lad, get down off there.
Bastard.
Move it. Come on.
Come on over. Watch the dog.
Get off!
Get off!
Release!
Right...
You little git.
DOORBELL RINGS
I'll make you a cup of coffee.
What's the matter with you?
Mal?
Mal, stop it.
Please.
Mal.
Please.
Have you seen this about the sub?
No.
It says here a Russkie sub
was spotted in the area
just before our one disappeared.
It doesn't mean anything.
It wouldn't surprise me.
It says the chief of staff's
been called back from Florida.
I bet that's pissed
the old bastard off.
They're bringing forward
the Minival.
Who told you?
A girl in operations.
She didn't tell you we're going
on orange, did she?
When?
Well, you're out on the tarmac. How
many did you see go up this week?
Yeah, lots. Probing all the time.
They should look round
where our sub went missing.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight. Sleep well.
Goodnight, love. Goodnight.
I'll get him to phone you back.
We'll need the lights
on for this one.
Keep the birds away so that aircraft
can move without fear of damage.
You must also carry your green
and red cards.
Have you got them? Yes, sir.
Up-to-date? Yes, sir. Good.
You're probably both aware
from rumour control
there's a no-notice
Minival imminent.
I don't suppose you know when, sir?
Could be any time.
So, cards on you
and monkey suits close by.
I don't want anything to go tits up
in my section.
During the Minival you'll draw
arms from the tower.
That's your first
point of contact on arrival.
There's no sangar duty for you
so there's no reason ever to leave,
except in the case
of a nuclear biological
and then you use shelter 103, OK?
If you're too far away or needed
in the field then it's headgear on,
gloves on and crawl under
the vehicle, understood?
Yes, sir. That's all.
Angie, have you got a minute?
I've done a list on the table.
Can you check it in case
I've forgotten anything?
Oh, I've put disposable
nappies down instead of terries -
saves on the washing.
What do you reckon?
Well, they've got
to be bought sometime.
You haven't got anything
ready for him yet.
You'll have to do it at the weekend.
Do it at the weekend, all right?
No.
What do you mean no?
What's going on?
I've been meaning to tell
you for some time...
Well, what?
The baby's going to be adopted.
You can't have it adopted.
It's ours. No, it's not.
It's not yours.
It will never be yours.
I've told you - it will.
Of course it will.
We can have others, can't we? We can
have our own. That baby's ours.
He should be with his mum and dad.
Get it into your head -
just because you tell people he's
yours doesn't make it yours.
Doing it after the event
hasn't made it yours.
Nothing will ever make it yours.
And that's why I'm going to do it.
Somebody else's kid
will always be around.
Always be there to remind me
I did wrong. I was a naughty girl.
You don't know
what you're doing, Angie.
Look... I'll have the kid,
all right, it will be taken away,
we won't even see it.
Then we'll get married,
have a good time for a bit
before we think about
starting our own family, OK?
It doesn't work, does it? I mean,
apart from the fact that it's wrong,
everybody thinks you're having
the baby and I'm the father.
We're getting married,
it's all going to be legal.
But if we don't bring it back
from the hospital what do we say?
How do we explain that?
I don't know.
We could say it died.
You can't be serious. Look, I'm not
talking about it any more tonight.
You're just making me feel worse.
We are going to talk.
We're going to talk
until we've sorted it out.
It is sorted out,
and I'm not talking about it.
And if you don't like it you can
piss off.
Right, I will.
And don't bother coming back again.
I won't.
And you can cancel the wedding.
Yeah, all right,
I'll do that as well.
Halt.
About turn.
It's Colchester next time for you,
smart arse.
Sir.
Go on, get out of it.
In what seems to be an escalation
in the war of words over the missing
British nuclear submarine,
sources again denied that any
Soviet vessel was involved,
claiming that such accusations
are clearly designed to raise
the level of international tension
and prejudice any
resumption of arms limitations.
SIREN BLARES
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases immediately.
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report to their
bases immediately.
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases immediately.
SIREN CONTINUES
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases of duty immediately.
SHE MOANS AND BREATHES HEAVILY
SHOUTING, SIREN CONTINUES
SHOUTING
ALARM BLARES
ALARM STOPS
And where the bloody hell
are our SMGs?
What the bloody hell do you expect
us to do if we get some intruders -
throw Biros at them?
We have a Minival, sir, and you're
recalled immediately. Thank you.
..an early right turn,
there's unknown traffic
to the west of the field.
Who the hell was this made for -
Mickey Mouse?
Shh-shh.
How many, Jack?
Third pair rolling.
Third pair rolling now, sir.
Yes, sir, we're getting
all kitted up now.
Yes, everything is absolutely
closed off in the control tower.
Angie, I'm just going to...
What's the matter?
I'm starting.
You can't have,
there's a Minival on.
SHE MOANS
I can't stay.
I can't stay, I've got
to get my cars on the road.
Look...
..I'll phone for an ambulance.
You'll be all right. OK?
I'll phone for an ambulance.
Dave? Dave?
Dave, there's a Minival on.
WEAKLY: I've got a note, ain't I?
I'm off sick. What's the matter?
Flu.
HE COUGHS
Oh, sorry.
THEY LAUGH
PHONE RINGS
We have a Minival, sir, and you're
recalled immediately. Thank you.
HE GRUNTS
You're playing silly buggers
again. Oh, God...
AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES
Switch off! What? Off!
Keys out. Out!
We're responding to
an emergency call. Shut up!
Arms and legs spread out. Palms up.
All clear.
Look, there's some mistake.
We've had a call
from married quarters,
there's somebody having a baby.
EXPLOSIONS
AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES
GUNFIRE
GENERAL CHATTER
Main gate's under attack
by the army, sir.
And they may be trying
the perimeter. Right.
GUNFIRE
Supervisor, unidentified object
on 0-4-0, range 40 miles.
Going like a bat out of hell. There.
Supervisor, sir. There's a fast
contact coming towards the field.
Attack anticipated.
AMBULANCE SIREN APPROACHES
SIREN STOPS
SHE MOANS AND PANTS
RINGING
Mrs Bowyer, ambulance.
Mrs Bowyer?
EXPLOSION
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
Malcolm? Yes!
I've been looking everywhere
for you. She's gone. Where?
I called the ambulance before I
left. She was in a terrible state.
Having the baby? Malcolm, she's
not having a cheese sandwich!
I've got to get to her!
You can't go out there!
She needs me!
Come on. Move! Move! Move!
GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS
15 miles.
12 miles.
Nine miles.
EXPLOSION
Wait a second.
I am supposed to be...
It's me!
What's your game?
I want you to do me a favour
and man the SAFA unit.
You what? I've got flu!
It's Angie. She's having a baby.
I've got to get to her!
Then just walk off. I can't.
I'm in for the charge.
They'll kill us both
if they find out.
Nobody'll know.
You're out in the SAFA.
Nobody goes near you.
They're all messed up.
Nobody will know.
It'll only be a few hours.
Please, I'd do the same for you.
This is gonna cost you something.
Here's your gun. SAFA's outside.
You're not going. I'll have to.
Oh, well, that's just great.
He's a mate, isn't he?
Well, what am I?
You know what you mean to me, Lara.
Oh, away and shite, you bastards.
GUNFIRE
CAR HORN BEEPS
Get off!
What are you doing?
I've been sent by the
senior air traffic control officer
to meet Flight Lieutenant Maynard.
He's the inspection leader.
His gun's out of order.
Off you go. Get out of here, quick!
Go on!
GROANING
Hold on to her. She struggle.
You'll bloody well struggle
if she comes off that trolley.
SHOUTS: I want to get up!
Where do you want to go, dear?
The pictures?
I want to get off!
Grow up. Don't be a silly girl.
I'm pushing! I'm pushing!
No, you're not.
I'm pushing!
I'll tell you when you're pushing.
Right, lift.
Take out the poles.
Now, relax. You must relax.
SHE SCREAMS
It's going to be much easer for you
if you relax.
Where is she?
I haven't touched her.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Angie Bowyer.
She's having a baby.
They all have baby here.
Well, I don't want all. Just Angie.
She's in there.
Well, can I go in?
Only Mr Bowyer allowed.
But I will be Mr Bowyer.
I mean, she'll be Mrs Stanton.
Look, I'm the father.
You're not the fireman?
Is there somebody here
who speaks English?
Very good English.
Been to a fancy dress?
Are you a doctor?
Well, you guessed it.
Don't tell me. Flash Gordon?
I've come to see Angie.
She's in there having a baby.
That's what they do in there.
Can I go in?
No. Sorry, Flash. Husbands only.
SCREAMING
She's screaming.
Can't somebody do something?
It's all right, Angie. I'm here now.
I've come back to you. Go away!
Keep pushing, Angie. Keep pushing.
Push, Angie. Go on. Push!
Look, are you on Evo-Stik
or something?
We are trying to work in there.
I just want to help.
Yes, well, go back to your spaceship
and be quiet!
Hands in the air!
Right, you're all dead.
He's fit.
You can go in.
Hello.
Made a bit of noise, didn't I?
Not really.
Are you all right?
I think so.
Where's the boy?
In the nursery.
Shouldn't he be with you?
No.
What about his food?
They'll give him a bottle.
Don't you ever get to see him?
No.
Didn't expect you to turn up.
Well, I'm sorry about what happened.
So am I.
Anyway, I'd better get back.
Thanks for coming, Mal.
I'll tell your dad you're OK.
Mal?
You won't look at the baby,
will you?
Why?
Just promise me you won't.
Why?
I just don't want you to.
Why?
Because...
..it's just that when it's inside...
..it's nothing.
Well, it's something, but...
..but it's not real.
It's just a bump.
It's not a person,
so it's easier to forget.
If I see it...
..or you see it...
..then it becomes a person,
doesn't it?
And I'll never be free from him.
Do you understand?
I don't think you realise how much
I'm gonna miss him.
Even if I don't see him.
Maybe I don't.
But it'll be harder if you saw him.
Had a picture to remember him by.
Please.
Promise me you won't.
Yeah.
I promise.
LOUDSPEAKER: This is
the station master.
I'm calling off the exercises.
It's been a very disappointing
performance.
In fact, in some quarters,
it was a complete shambles.
Resume normal duties.
SIRENS BLARE
No trouble.
Didn't have a clue, did they?
Well, thanks for covering.
Well, how did it go?
All right.
What did she have?
A boy.
Nice one! Come on.
We'll go and
wet the little bleeder's head.
What do you think?
Nice.
What's the matter, love?
Every hour seems like a lifetime.
SHE SNIFFLES
Is the baby all right?
You should try
and be positive with her.
Make some plans for the future.
Give her something to work towards.
Anything to get her mind off it,
really.
Hello, love.
This'll cheer you up.
What d'you reckon?
Very nice.
Oh, and there's something else.
Oh, no.
That's just to stick it on the wall.
SHE SOBS
There's a different way, Angie.
With everything.
It's up to us to find it.
I'm signing
the adoption papers today.
I've got to get back to work.
Stay a bit longer, Mal.
I can't.
What a lovely little boy.
Yes, you are.
Hello.
Is that Angie's baby?
Yes.
You're beautiful, aren't you?
There you are.
All nice and dry.
Do you want to hold him?
Can I?
Is it all right?
Of course it is.
That's not Angie's.
It is.
It can't be.
It's Miss Bowyer's baby.
You don't have to hold him.
BABY COOS
He's lovely, Angie.
He's our lovely little lad.
It doesn't matter, does it?
We could never have taken him back.
We couldn't say it was yours.
Then we take him back
and say he's not.
How can we?
We can.
That's how.
Give him a cuddle.
Subtitles by Red Bee Media
Darlington, Victor 09.
Believe just hit a bird.
Climbing to 5,000 feet below speed,
handling check.
Roger, 09. Call if you require
assistance.
Visual control, we have a possible
bird strike from Victor 09.
Falconer Tower?
Tower Falconer, go ahead.
Possible bird strike reported.
Tower Falconer,
request clearance to check runway.
Falconer, clear onto runway.
INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATION
AIRCRAFT OVERHEAD
Tower Falconer. Falconer Tower.
There was a bird strike.
I've just recovered a dead daw.
Victor 09, we believe you did hit
a bird. Remains found on runway.
Victor 09, I'm going to make
a precautionary landing.
Clear to flight path. Roger.
Flight path descending
with three greens.
Emergency state three.
Emergency state three.
Emergency state three.
Aircraft, three onboard,
suffered bird strike.
Intention to land.
KLAXON SOUNDS
I hope it hasn't broken.
It'll be all right. Thanks.
It comes in pieces, anyway.
I would've thought you were
a bit old for making models.
It's not for me. It's a present.
Thanks, anyway, for,
well, you know, picking it up.
Any time.
RECORDING: Hello, Mal. Hello, Dad.
Just a quick letter to wish you
all the best in your new camp.
I hope your first week's gone well.
Have you got your hi-fi set up?
Oh, Auntie Rose and Uncle John
send their best. And your cousins.
Billy's got himself a job, packing.
Well, it's a start.
Anyway, that's about it.
I'll send you a long letter
at t'weekend.
And remember, don't let them
push you around, Mal.
You stand up for yourself.
And be a good boy,
don't get into mischief.
Well, not that you do,
but, you know, keep your nose clean.
Oh, and, by the way,
that last one you sent me
on black-headed gulls,
have you got any marshes
or sewage farm near you?
Because they're probably breeding.
You read up on it.
Anyway, that's it for now.
Write soon.
This is your dad signing off.
Bye, son.
Bye, Dad.
Hooker?
They're not there, are they?
Well, you can go looking for them
if you want,
but I'm not chasing firemen
all round the camp!
VEHICLE APPROACHES
A word of warning.
Any aggravation
from the RAF Regiment tonight
and I'll be giving you two a tug.
All right, my lovely boys?
The regiment is here to protect
the camp, not to smash it up.
We'll try and remember that, sir.
Hm.
Go and get changed
and come back for a drink.
Come on!
WATER FLOWS
WATER GUSHES
MAL TURNS TAP OFF
Sir! It's Saturday night, son.
You should be out having a drink.
I thought I'd do my washing.
You're no good to the force
if you can't go out at weekends
and have a bit of fun, laddie!
Go and let your hair down.
It's all right, I'm happy staying
in. You'll be happier with the lads!
Go over to the club.
Plenty of WAAFs about.
Get some oil on your dipstick.
Well, go on, then.
Sarge.
MUSIC BLASTS
RAUCOUS CHATTER
LAUGHTER
Doesn't he know where he is?
He's either brave, or stupid.
I know which one he looks to me.
I'd better tell him.
Hi, love! How'd the model go?
All right.
Well, I haven't, er...you know.
Yeah, I know.
Look, I'm not being funny,
but if I were you,
I'd go to one of the other bars.
Why? You're in the pigs' bar.
Look, there's a bar next door.
It's got carpets on the floor
and nice chairs to sit in.
You'll be able to read in peace, OK?
Why can't I stay here?
Because they're pigs!
Half a lager, please.
Well...!
Thank you.
Here! Excuse me!
What's this?
Oh, it's an encyclopaedia!
Do you actually read this?
Can I have it back?
What do you read it for?
Cos it's interesting.
Can I have it, please?
Do you remember everything you read?
No. Why do you bother, then?
You're just trying to get on,
ain't you, son?
Oh! So, you want to be a Rodney,
do you?
I want me book back!
Don't let her push you around.
Take it off her!
Go on! Go on!
Come here, then.
Go on. Get it off us!
MEN JEER
MEN GROAN
MAL PANTS
Pint!
Cheers.
MEN CHEER
MAL PANTS
MAL HYPERVENTILATES
MAL GRUNTS
Get off!
Right, that's enough!
MAL GRUNTS
I said, that's enough!
Bucket!
Bucket!
Give it him, Ange.
Get the DCM. Yeah.
DOOR OPENS
HE URINATES
You could have been putting
your tool to better use by now.
HE ZIPS UP TROUSERS
HE SIGHS
HE URINATES
DOOR OPENS
I can't find him.
Well, he's got to be somewhere!
I've looked everywhere!
ANGIE SIGHS
HE BRINGS UP PHLEGM
MAN BRINGS UP PHLEGM
MAL RECOILS
Drink it!
No. I'll hold him!
You keep out of it!
MAL BREATHES DEEPLY
MAL WHIMPERS
DOOR OPENS
Let him up! Let him up!
MAL COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS
MAL GASPS FOR BREATH
You all right? Come over here.
Get some water, Jill!
MAL COUGHS
What was it about?
Just a bit of fun.
That's all.
Committee, tomorrow night.
Where you going?!
I'll get someone to clean
the mess up.
I hope you're going to ban Hooker
for this!
Yeah, well, we'll have some words.
But it's the pigs' bar, innit?
If you don't like it,
then keep out of it.
MUSIC BLASTS
HE PANTS
MUSIC PLAYS
HE SOBS
HE SNIFFS
HE SOBS
I tried to tell you.
It's for pigs, that bar.
HE SNIFFS
I brought your book.
Thanks.
You're going to catch pneumonia.
You don't want to let that lot
upset you. They're not worth it.
HE SNIFFS
Why don't you come to my house
and get cleaned up?
Are you married? I live with my dad.
Come on.
I can do it. Hold still a minute.
HE WINCES
What's your dad do?
He's an MT. Sergeant Bowyer.
Keep your head down!
Seems to be the effect I have
on people.
It's always been the same,
even at school.
I don't think you're missing much,
not fitting in with the pigs.
Maybe. I would like to fit in
somewhere, though.
Have a look in the mirror.
OK? Yeah. Thanks very much.
I'd better get back to the bar.
I'll walk you back.
MUSIC PLAYS
Tell me something.
Yeah?
Why do you read an encyclopaedia?
Cos it's interesting.
Don't you like to know things?
Like what?
Well, anything. Like tonight,
I was reading about starlings.
How they live as a group,
do everything together.
Handy bit of information to know.
Only a joke!
Anyway, I'll see you sometime.
Yeah. I was going to...
Well, I thought we could,
you know... As we've got on.
I'm free next Saturday. You can
take me shopping in Cambridge.
MUSIC BLASTS
You'll get a letter in due course.
Thank you, sir.
LOW CHATTER
Get us some coffee, Murph.
I've got a low fuel
who needs to come in.
What about 1-11?
Alpha Hotel 104,
climb to 5,000 feet,
taking in 200.
You're all clear, number one,
for finals.
Keep your fuel priority.
3308, you're clear
for the flight path, descending.
BIRDSONG
LOW CHATTER
There's a flock of starlings
right on the bloody flight path.
Now, we must get them to move
in that direction, back to the fen.
And in order to do that,
we have to create so much noise
that they'll feel unsafe
and abandon the roost.
The most important thing to remember
is coordinated firing.
So no firing until the signal.
Wait till you see the flare.
Malcolm, you know where to take the
SAFA unit? Yes, sir.
Now, then, where are we? Ah, yes!
Now, look, the main concentration
of birds seems to be here,
up here, in this wood.
I thought we'd deploy the main body
of the force around to the west,
and then perhaps George and Bernie,
you could skirt around here
on the north side. OK?
HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLE
DOG BARKS
OK. Just a moment, sir.
LOW CHATTER
BIRDSONG
BIRDS SCREECH LOUDLY
GUNSHOT
What you doing here?
I wanted to see you.
You'd better come in,
you look frozen.
Thanks. I thought it was your job.
Not killing them like that.
Well, you said they had to be
moved.
Yeah.
I'm beat. Tired? Exhausted.
Your dad not in?
He's round his girlfriend's.
My mum's dead. Didn't I tell you?
No.
My mum went, too, when I were four.
Oh. Rough.
Oh, it was all right. Me dad was
mum, if you see what I mean.
Oh, there is a reason I came round.
I got something for you.
A present. It came this morning.
What is it? Have a look.
Handel's what? It's at King's.
Oh, great.
Them tickets are like gold!
I'd better put them in
me jewellery box, then.
Just a joke.
Thanks. It's a lovely present.
You can have a kiss.
It's all right.
You don't want a kiss?
Don't you like me?
Of course I do. I like you a lot.
Can I ask you something? Yeah.
Have you been with many girls
before?
Well, you know, a few. How many?
What about you? Have you, um...? No.
Shall we try that kiss again?
ORGAN RECITAL
HE BEGINS TO PLAY
RECITAL CONTINUES
A letter.
It's from SATCO.
Bloody Saturday flying.
Buggers up the weekend, mun!
He's making an appointment for me
to see the station commander!
You jammy git!
It'll be a surprise for Angie.
Knock this back, kid.
It'll make you feel better.
Who was it, then?
As if it isn't obvious.
Can you give us another, Jill?
I'll have the bastard,
don't you worry, kid.
I'll lure him up to me bedroom,
get him to drop his trousers
and do a home-made job
with me pinking shears.
It'll sort itself, Ange.
It always does.
Angie!
I got a letter from the Commission!
Angie?
What have I done?!
What, are you blind? Can't you see?!
Oh, sod off, will you?
Bleeding men make me sick!
Angie?
Angie, it's Mal.
Angie, it's Mal. Are you there?
Go away!
What's the matter?
Go away, please!
I'm not going away, so you might
as well come out and tell me.
All right?
Yeah. You?
Fine, thanks.
Just having a little chat.
Is it something I've done, Angie?
No. Go away!
If I haven't done anything,
why should I go away?
Because I want you to!
But what's wrong?
Come on, Angie, tell me.
I'm not going until you tell me.
I'm pregnant.
But you can't be, Angie!
I only put me hand on it!
SHE SOBS
Whisky, please.
HE EXHALES
So, the penny's dropped, has it?
She's really upset, you know.
I know.
So, what are you going to do
about it?
She can't have it seen to.
Pardon? She's too far gone.
So you'll have to do
the right thing, won't you?
Look, you don't understand.
I do, Mal. I understand everything.
I've seen kids on this camp
barely 17 and carrying.
And what does the bloke do? He has
a chummy word with his sergeant
and gets himself shipped off
to Germany!
Angie! Wait!
Don't you want to talk?
I've got nothing to say.
I'd have thought you'd have
plenty to say.
I mean, I was under the impression
I was the only person
going out with you!
It happened before I met you.
When? Months ago.
Then you must have known about it
for ages!
I got the test back today.
Who was it?
Someone I met. Who?!
You wouldn't know his name! Try me!
I don't know his name!
Let me go home, please!
You don't know his name?
What kind of a relationship is that?
The kind you wouldn't understand!
Where you go to a party, get pissed,
see someone you fancy...
..and you just let it happen.
Look...I know what you must feel
and I'm sorry I've let you down!
So we'll just call it a day,
all right?
It's my problem.
And I'll have to sort it out
on my own!
MACHINE BLEEPS
Here's the dark horse.
What?
Cat's out of the bag now, son.
What cat? Like your style, Mal.
There's me thinking the only thing
you've climbed up is a flight
of stairs,
and there's you quietly
giving our Angie a pasting.
You know, then?
The whole camp knows, son.
Got to love it.
All that walking around
with the encyclopaedia,
touch of the old Clark Kent, eh?
You ought to get yourself
a set of bins.
Complete the image!
Well, everybody's got their own way.
Too right, son!
Come on, you can buy me a drink.
MUSIC PLAYS
Hey, Kel?
So, what's your plans, then?
I don't know. I haven't thought
about it, really.
Well, there ain't a lot
to think about, is there?
You either give the kid a name
or get a posting.
I'll sort something out.
You can have a word with Hooker.
He'll put you right.
He's bolted so many times,
he's only safe here.
And Cyprus.
I do what I want to do!
I do! I do what I want to do!
I do what I want!
You don't own me!
WHISPERS: Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Angie?
Wake up.
It's me!
Angie?
Don't make a noise,
or you'll wake your dad up!
I had to come and talk to you. It's
all been going round in me mind.
I just had to see you.
I'm all jumbled!
If I'd had the time, I'd have
written it all down on paper cos
it always helps if I can do that.
I mean, if I can look at things
on paper, it helps sort 'em out.
You know, one, two, three, four,
all the points listed, and it's OK.
But I didn't, there was no time,
so I'll just say it instead of
writing it.
Look, just listen.
It's going to be very hard on you,
having a baby on your own.
And we've been going out together
and I feel a certain responsibility.
And I don't want to see you hurt
or unhappy,
and I think having a baby
on your own will make you unhappy.
And...and I know it's not my kid
and you can say it's got nothing
to do with me, but...I love you.
And I want to marry you. And I think
we could be very happy together.
What are you trying to do -
suffocate me?!
Sorry.
How'd you get in here?
I climbed up the outside.
Oh, Christ, Mal, have you gone mad?
I just had to talk to you.
Yeah, you certainly did that.
And I didn't want to wake
your dad up.
That would have been difficult.
He's around his girlfriend's.
THEY LAUGH
Well?
It won't work.
Why not?
Because of this.
The baby won't know I'm not its
dad.
And nobody else knows it's not mine,
do they?
So as far as anybody's concerned,
you got pregnant and we got married.
Does your dad know?
He thinks it's your kid, anyway.
Reckons I'm lying to cover for you.
That's it, then. No problem, is it?
Look...it's very nice of you, Mal...
..but no.
Would you marry me
if it wasn't for the baby?
You're lying.
There's even more reason to get
married with a baby on the way.
I'm not being married
out of charity.
It's not that, it's not!
Oh, this is stupid!
Say you will, Angie.
Say yes.
WHISPERS: Yes.
And we'll tell everybody
it's my baby, yeah?
WHISPERS: Yeah.
I thought I'd go and see
the flight looie tomorrow,
get a house organised
for next month. It's too soon.
Why?
It just is.
Thank you.
It's more important getting married
in a registry office before the baby
than getting married
in a church after.
Not for me, it isn't.
It is for the baby.
Mrs Thompson, please.
I'm not getting married
looking like that!
It doesn't matter how you look.
It does!
A wedding's special.
I don't want to be ugly and deformed
when I get married.
I want it to be nice.
Can't you see that?
I suppose you're right.
CHANTING
CHEERING
LAUGHTER
You have got to put him right
on a posting.
You're the old hand!
Anyway, what you having?
Oi, you!
Slag!
Yeah.
And when it comes to fallout,
I'd sooner be with him than anybody.
I only saw him the once!
We had a drink, that's all!
I swear to Christ, that's all!
I won't...I won't see him again,
I promise! I promise I won't!
He's all right
when you get to know him.
You're drinking a lot. So?
Starting as he means to go on, love.
CHEERING
CHANTING
CHEERING
Name?
CHANTING
You all right?
Hey! He's well gone!
Where you going?
Ain't you coming back...?
Goodnight, Les. Goodnight.
Hooker! Where you going?
Ain't you coming back for a drink?
PASSIONATE MOANING
ENGINE STARTS
LAUGHTER
Go on, Hooker!
LAUGHTER
PASSIONATE MOANING
What the bloody hell's going on?
My God.
SIREN WAILS
Come on, now.
Come on down here, lad, be sensible.
We'll talk it over, all right?
Get the dog out.
He's a bloody maniac.
Fuck him.
Come on, lad.
Come on, lad, come on.
Come on. Come on.
Lad, get down off there.
Bastard.
Move it. Come on.
Come on over. Watch the dog.
Get off!
Get off!
Release!
Right...
You little git.
DOORBELL RINGS
I'll make you a cup of coffee.
What's the matter with you?
Mal?
Mal, stop it.
Please.
Mal.
Please.
Have you seen this about the sub?
No.
It says here a Russkie sub
was spotted in the area
just before our one disappeared.
It doesn't mean anything.
It wouldn't surprise me.
It says the chief of staff's
been called back from Florida.
I bet that's pissed
the old bastard off.
They're bringing forward
the Minival.
Who told you?
A girl in operations.
She didn't tell you we're going
on orange, did she?
When?
Well, you're out on the tarmac. How
many did you see go up this week?
Yeah, lots. Probing all the time.
They should look round
where our sub went missing.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight. Sleep well.
Goodnight, love. Goodnight.
I'll get him to phone you back.
We'll need the lights
on for this one.
Keep the birds away so that aircraft
can move without fear of damage.
You must also carry your green
and red cards.
Have you got them? Yes, sir.
Up-to-date? Yes, sir. Good.
You're probably both aware
from rumour control
there's a no-notice
Minival imminent.
I don't suppose you know when, sir?
Could be any time.
So, cards on you
and monkey suits close by.
I don't want anything to go tits up
in my section.
During the Minival you'll draw
arms from the tower.
That's your first
point of contact on arrival.
There's no sangar duty for you
so there's no reason ever to leave,
except in the case
of a nuclear biological
and then you use shelter 103, OK?
If you're too far away or needed
in the field then it's headgear on,
gloves on and crawl under
the vehicle, understood?
Yes, sir. That's all.
Angie, have you got a minute?
I've done a list on the table.
Can you check it in case
I've forgotten anything?
Oh, I've put disposable
nappies down instead of terries -
saves on the washing.
What do you reckon?
Well, they've got
to be bought sometime.
You haven't got anything
ready for him yet.
You'll have to do it at the weekend.
Do it at the weekend, all right?
No.
What do you mean no?
What's going on?
I've been meaning to tell
you for some time...
Well, what?
The baby's going to be adopted.
You can't have it adopted.
It's ours. No, it's not.
It's not yours.
It will never be yours.
I've told you - it will.
Of course it will.
We can have others, can't we? We can
have our own. That baby's ours.
He should be with his mum and dad.
Get it into your head -
just because you tell people he's
yours doesn't make it yours.
Doing it after the event
hasn't made it yours.
Nothing will ever make it yours.
And that's why I'm going to do it.
Somebody else's kid
will always be around.
Always be there to remind me
I did wrong. I was a naughty girl.
You don't know
what you're doing, Angie.
Look... I'll have the kid,
all right, it will be taken away,
we won't even see it.
Then we'll get married,
have a good time for a bit
before we think about
starting our own family, OK?
It doesn't work, does it? I mean,
apart from the fact that it's wrong,
everybody thinks you're having
the baby and I'm the father.
We're getting married,
it's all going to be legal.
But if we don't bring it back
from the hospital what do we say?
How do we explain that?
I don't know.
We could say it died.
You can't be serious. Look, I'm not
talking about it any more tonight.
You're just making me feel worse.
We are going to talk.
We're going to talk
until we've sorted it out.
It is sorted out,
and I'm not talking about it.
And if you don't like it you can
piss off.
Right, I will.
And don't bother coming back again.
I won't.
And you can cancel the wedding.
Yeah, all right,
I'll do that as well.
Halt.
About turn.
It's Colchester next time for you,
smart arse.
Sir.
Go on, get out of it.
In what seems to be an escalation
in the war of words over the missing
British nuclear submarine,
sources again denied that any
Soviet vessel was involved,
claiming that such accusations
are clearly designed to raise
the level of international tension
and prejudice any
resumption of arms limitations.
SIREN BLARES
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases immediately.
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report to their
bases immediately.
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases immediately.
SIREN CONTINUES
This is a Minival message.
All personnel are to report
to their bases of duty immediately.
SHE MOANS AND BREATHES HEAVILY
SHOUTING, SIREN CONTINUES
SHOUTING
ALARM BLARES
ALARM STOPS
And where the bloody hell
are our SMGs?
What the bloody hell do you expect
us to do if we get some intruders -
throw Biros at them?
We have a Minival, sir, and you're
recalled immediately. Thank you.
..an early right turn,
there's unknown traffic
to the west of the field.
Who the hell was this made for -
Mickey Mouse?
Shh-shh.
How many, Jack?
Third pair rolling.
Third pair rolling now, sir.
Yes, sir, we're getting
all kitted up now.
Yes, everything is absolutely
closed off in the control tower.
Angie, I'm just going to...
What's the matter?
I'm starting.
You can't have,
there's a Minival on.
SHE MOANS
I can't stay.
I can't stay, I've got
to get my cars on the road.
Look...
..I'll phone for an ambulance.
You'll be all right. OK?
I'll phone for an ambulance.
Dave? Dave?
Dave, there's a Minival on.
WEAKLY: I've got a note, ain't I?
I'm off sick. What's the matter?
Flu.
HE COUGHS
Oh, sorry.
THEY LAUGH
PHONE RINGS
We have a Minival, sir, and you're
recalled immediately. Thank you.
HE GRUNTS
You're playing silly buggers
again. Oh, God...
AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES
Switch off! What? Off!
Keys out. Out!
We're responding to
an emergency call. Shut up!
Arms and legs spread out. Palms up.
All clear.
Look, there's some mistake.
We've had a call
from married quarters,
there's somebody having a baby.
EXPLOSIONS
AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES
GUNFIRE
GENERAL CHATTER
Main gate's under attack
by the army, sir.
And they may be trying
the perimeter. Right.
GUNFIRE
Supervisor, unidentified object
on 0-4-0, range 40 miles.
Going like a bat out of hell. There.
Supervisor, sir. There's a fast
contact coming towards the field.
Attack anticipated.
AMBULANCE SIREN APPROACHES
SIREN STOPS
SHE MOANS AND PANTS
RINGING
Mrs Bowyer, ambulance.
Mrs Bowyer?
EXPLOSION
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
This is a Minival message.
Air raid warning - red, red, red.
Masks up, take cover.
Malcolm? Yes!
I've been looking everywhere
for you. She's gone. Where?
I called the ambulance before I
left. She was in a terrible state.
Having the baby? Malcolm, she's
not having a cheese sandwich!
I've got to get to her!
You can't go out there!
She needs me!
Come on. Move! Move! Move!
GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS
15 miles.
12 miles.
Nine miles.
EXPLOSION
Wait a second.
I am supposed to be...
It's me!
What's your game?
I want you to do me a favour
and man the SAFA unit.
You what? I've got flu!
It's Angie. She's having a baby.
I've got to get to her!
Then just walk off. I can't.
I'm in for the charge.
They'll kill us both
if they find out.
Nobody'll know.
You're out in the SAFA.
Nobody goes near you.
They're all messed up.
Nobody will know.
It'll only be a few hours.
Please, I'd do the same for you.
This is gonna cost you something.
Here's your gun. SAFA's outside.
You're not going. I'll have to.
Oh, well, that's just great.
He's a mate, isn't he?
Well, what am I?
You know what you mean to me, Lara.
Oh, away and shite, you bastards.
GUNFIRE
CAR HORN BEEPS
Get off!
What are you doing?
I've been sent by the
senior air traffic control officer
to meet Flight Lieutenant Maynard.
He's the inspection leader.
His gun's out of order.
Off you go. Get out of here, quick!
Go on!
GROANING
Hold on to her. She struggle.
You'll bloody well struggle
if she comes off that trolley.
SHOUTS: I want to get up!
Where do you want to go, dear?
The pictures?
I want to get off!
Grow up. Don't be a silly girl.
I'm pushing! I'm pushing!
No, you're not.
I'm pushing!
I'll tell you when you're pushing.
Right, lift.
Take out the poles.
Now, relax. You must relax.
SHE SCREAMS
It's going to be much easer for you
if you relax.
Where is she?
I haven't touched her.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Angie Bowyer.
She's having a baby.
They all have baby here.
Well, I don't want all. Just Angie.
She's in there.
Well, can I go in?
Only Mr Bowyer allowed.
But I will be Mr Bowyer.
I mean, she'll be Mrs Stanton.
Look, I'm the father.
You're not the fireman?
Is there somebody here
who speaks English?
Very good English.
Been to a fancy dress?
Are you a doctor?
Well, you guessed it.
Don't tell me. Flash Gordon?
I've come to see Angie.
She's in there having a baby.
That's what they do in there.
Can I go in?
No. Sorry, Flash. Husbands only.
SCREAMING
She's screaming.
Can't somebody do something?
It's all right, Angie. I'm here now.
I've come back to you. Go away!
Keep pushing, Angie. Keep pushing.
Push, Angie. Go on. Push!
Look, are you on Evo-Stik
or something?
We are trying to work in there.
I just want to help.
Yes, well, go back to your spaceship
and be quiet!
Hands in the air!
Right, you're all dead.
He's fit.
You can go in.
Hello.
Made a bit of noise, didn't I?
Not really.
Are you all right?
I think so.
Where's the boy?
In the nursery.
Shouldn't he be with you?
No.
What about his food?
They'll give him a bottle.
Don't you ever get to see him?
No.
Didn't expect you to turn up.
Well, I'm sorry about what happened.
So am I.
Anyway, I'd better get back.
Thanks for coming, Mal.
I'll tell your dad you're OK.
Mal?
You won't look at the baby,
will you?
Why?
Just promise me you won't.
Why?
I just don't want you to.
Why?
Because...
..it's just that when it's inside...
..it's nothing.
Well, it's something, but...
..but it's not real.
It's just a bump.
It's not a person,
so it's easier to forget.
If I see it...
..or you see it...
..then it becomes a person,
doesn't it?
And I'll never be free from him.
Do you understand?
I don't think you realise how much
I'm gonna miss him.
Even if I don't see him.
Maybe I don't.
But it'll be harder if you saw him.
Had a picture to remember him by.
Please.
Promise me you won't.
Yeah.
I promise.
LOUDSPEAKER: This is
the station master.
I'm calling off the exercises.
It's been a very disappointing
performance.
In fact, in some quarters,
it was a complete shambles.
Resume normal duties.
SIRENS BLARE
No trouble.
Didn't have a clue, did they?
Well, thanks for covering.
Well, how did it go?
All right.
What did she have?
A boy.
Nice one! Come on.
We'll go and
wet the little bleeder's head.
What do you think?
Nice.
What's the matter, love?
Every hour seems like a lifetime.
SHE SNIFFLES
Is the baby all right?
You should try
and be positive with her.
Make some plans for the future.
Give her something to work towards.
Anything to get her mind off it,
really.
Hello, love.
This'll cheer you up.
What d'you reckon?
Very nice.
Oh, and there's something else.
Oh, no.
That's just to stick it on the wall.
SHE SOBS
There's a different way, Angie.
With everything.
It's up to us to find it.
I'm signing
the adoption papers today.
I've got to get back to work.
Stay a bit longer, Mal.
I can't.
What a lovely little boy.
Yes, you are.
Hello.
Is that Angie's baby?
Yes.
You're beautiful, aren't you?
There you are.
All nice and dry.
Do you want to hold him?
Can I?
Is it all right?
Of course it is.
That's not Angie's.
It is.
It can't be.
It's Miss Bowyer's baby.
You don't have to hold him.
BABY COOS
He's lovely, Angie.
He's our lovely little lad.
It doesn't matter, does it?
We could never have taken him back.
We couldn't say it was yours.
Then we take him back
and say he's not.
How can we?
We can.
That's how.
Give him a cuddle.
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