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Did you have eyes on Clarke?

No. Saw Digby get it though. Goose stepping bastards.

Did either of you two see Clarke?

Sorry, Skip.

How many, Skip?

Uh, none.

Tea, boys?

-Thanks, Skipper. -I'll pass Skip.

Coops?

One.

Sharp?

Sharp?

What's that? Five-four to them?

By the end of the week it's just gonna be me and the station cat.

We'll have our numbers up soon.

Ah, that's all we need.

Boys. With no combat experience.

You weren't born with wings, Walker.

Beg to differ.

Any idea when they're arriving, Skip?

No, I haven't got a clue, Coops.

Not a bloody clue.

Come on, Clarke.

Squadron Leader.

Sir.

I see Digby and Clarke aren't back yet.

Digby got too close to a Heinkel and...

no one saw what happened to Clarke.

Sorry, Mike.

With any luck, Clarke has just taken an early bath.

Can I speak freely, sir?

We're spread too thin.

They're outnumbering us four to one.

I know.

Herr Göring is calling all the shots at the moment.

All we can do is react to whatever it is he throws at us.

We need to be hitting them back.

We are, Mike.

Your replacements will be here soon, and then...

then we can give them a proper fight.

How long before you can go back up?

Another fifteen minutes.

Good.

See Walker has the right idea.

I don't know how he does it.

You should take a leaf out of his book.

Get some rest.

Sir.

Give Jerry a few rounds from me.

Fancy a game, Skip?

Sorry, Coops. Maybe later.

Sharp?

Looks like I'm playing by myself. Lucky old me.

Anyone special?

Sharp!

The skirt. Come on. Give us a peak.

It's to my mother.

Everything alright, Sharp?

Yes, Skip.

What Digby did was foolish but that isn't you, is it?

No, Skip.

No, I didn't think so.

You're a good pilot Andy.

Might even give Walker a run for his money one of these days.

I'm not sure about that.

Well he's good, alright. Cocky sod.

As for Clark, well,

you know as well as I do that this war eats replacements.

Keep your chin up lad.

We'll get through this.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, lovely.

Fancy seeing you here.

Who'd have thought it?

How long you here for?

Got a lift straight back. No overnighter, I'm afraid.

That's a shame.

I'm a busy woman Richard.

Besides, I'll be back before you know it.

Uh, Nancy.

Guess what? I, uh,

got another one this morning.

How many's that then? Eight?

Still a way off me.

Morning, Nathan. So what are you on now?

11.

Ooh, double digits. Get you.

I'll catch you up.

And mark my words, I'm gonna win that money,

and when I do,

I'm gonna marry you, Miss White.

And who says I'll let you?

You look tired.

What's a man to do?

You need to get some rest.

Not here, Nance, Please.

Took a few pints to get you off to bye-bye land last night,

didn't it, Coops?

Thanks, Walker.

I can always rely on you to drop me in the shit.

Could barely stand, Nancy. Shocking mess.

Promise me you'll get an early night tonight.

I'll see. It's not that easy.

Promise me.

Don't fret, Nance.

I'll have him tucked up in bed by eight

with a hot water bottle.

Thank you, Nathan.

Come on, you. You can escort me to the NAAFI.

One ship was reported damaged,

but not destroyed.

Raids were reported across England and Wales last night

with the majority of the activity at the Thames Estuary

and southern ports.

Residential areas experienced heavy bombing too,

with dozens of casualties in East London

and the surrounding areas.

Firefighters fought throughout the night

to stop the spread of large fires

that decimated civilian homes.

This morning, we were met by warm weather

with a light breeze.

This saw several fighter command stations

attacked by large numbers of German bombers.

Skip.

Casualties have yet to be declared.

What the bloody hell does he want?

There were also several small-scale attacks...

Flight Leftenant Laurence Stanhope, sir.

Squadron Leader Michael Cochrane.

-Bloody hell's the rest of them? -This is it Sir.

For fuck sake.

How many hours have you had in Spits?

A few. Tiger Moths and Harvards mainly.

What did I tell you? Boys!

We'll soon have your hours up.

You'll know her inside-out in no time.

Come on, we'll introduce you.

-Thank you. -Sir.

Here she is. This one is yours.

So, what do you think?

She's perfect. Thank you, sir.

Trouble is you won't really know until you take her up.

Twisted airframes are a big problem at the minute.

Sure she looks good on inspection,

but you start to chuck her about...

she's a death trap.

Pack it in.

I'm just warning the lad.

They're churning them out so fast,

you don't know what you're gonna get.

I said pack it in.

Ignore him.

He's just winding you up. You'll get used to that.

She's a dream in her natural habitat.

Nose heavy, so light on the brakes.

Understood.

And don't faff. She wants to be airborne.

Hang about on the ground, she'll overheat.

Yes, sir.

Flight Leftenant Laurence Stanhope,

meet Coops, Andrew Sharp.

Alright.

You met Walker already.

You can put your kit down there.

-So where you from? -London. Highgate.

-Gunners?-Yes.

Same here.

See. Making friends already.

Skipper's a Tottenham fan. How did our last encounter go again?

We're already fighting one war. Let's not start another.

-Tea? -Please, sir.

-Call me Skip. -Yes, sir. I mean, Skip.

I'll do it.

There's a lad. Make me one while you're at it.

- What's that? - That's our kill count.

First to thirteen wins the pot.

But to be honest with you, it's already mine.

How much to buy in?

Pound.

Nathan!

What? Man wants to play, let him play.

Let the lad catch his breath.

No really, it's fine.

Good. What's your name again, sprog?

Laurence Stanhope.

Come on then. Cough up.

Good lad.

What's that you're writing there, Sharp?

Letter to a skirt, is it?

- Let's have a gander. - Don't.

Walker! Stand down.

Leave the man alone.

What have you made this with? Engine oil?

You must be the only North Londoner

that can't make a decent cuppa.

It's you, Spurs. You can't take it strong.

Hey! Don't you know there's a war on?

Privilege of rank.

B flight.

Scramble!

Stick to me like glue.

Okay. C'mon. Move, move!

Move!

Shift that bloody truck!

Come on! Hurry up!

Stand clear!

Stand clear!

Stand clear!

Stand clear!

Hello, Nipper. B flight. Angels eight. Over.

Flight leader, this is Nipper.

Confirm visual on bandits.

Yes, Nipper. Ready to engage.

Thank you, flight leader. Good luck.

Focus your attention on the bombers.

Keep an eye on your fuel.

Be aware of the Hun in the sun.

Good luck, boys.

109 on your tail!

Nine!

Don't get cocky.

On your right, Sharp.

Come on.

Bloody good, Stanhope.

Keep it together.

Nine o'clock.

Shit!

Snapper on my tail. I can't shake him.

10!

109! Two o'clock!

Stan, on your six.

Stuka! 11 o'clock.

On your fucking six!

Sharp!

Bail out!

He's gone.

That's enough lads. Turn to 210.

Spoil sport.

Good work, Stan.

Cooper?

Will you give it a rest?

What?

Two.

Skip?

No.

One for Stan.

Here.

Cheers.

You alright?

Never felt better.

Same here.

Go on, drink up.

Cuppa always helps.

I know. Doesn't help bollocks.

Hello.

Walker!

You gonna share that with the rest of the class?

The man's dead, for god's sake.

Fuck is wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong with me, Coop. I just don't pretend to care.

You fucking what?

Why don't you show Stanhope to the billet?

Touched a nerve have I?

I'm sick of this fucking act.

And you.

Bugger off!

Sir.

What have you got for me?

First thing this morning.

Doesn't seem like they had much warning.

Two dozen bombers. Christ! What are the losses?

It's not clear yet, but it isn't looking good.

A few degrees west and that would have been us.

What are your thoughts?

It's only a matter of time.

Well.

Let's just hope half the squadron aren't on the ground

refueling when it happens.

Quite.

I'm no use to anyone sitting here twiddling my thumbs.

Need as many eyes on the sky as we can muster.

We'll find another pair on the way. Come on!

My mum used to give me old man a kiss on the cheek

when he went out to the pub,

hit him with a frying pan when he came back.

She sounds like a spirited woman.

That's not the half of it.

Don't blame her, really.

I mean, my old man's idea of a swift half

was to go out Friday pay-day, come back the following Tuesday.

My mother would have done anything to be rid of my father

for five days.

Walker.

It's unwise to sneak up on a man while he's sleeping.

You snore when you're sleeping.

If that were true, your mother would have told me.

Knew it. Always tuned into other people's conversations.

How else is the cat supposed to know what the mice are up to?

Well, this mouse is gonna shit in the cat's milk

one of these days.

So new boy, you feel at home yet?

Yes, thank you, I'm..

I don't want War and Peace.

If you live more than a week maybe I'll feign interest.

Why must you play the villain?

You weren't always like this. You used to care.

Did I?

You're impossible.

That's fine by me. I can easily pretend to like you.

That's the ticket. See, Coops?

Young Stanhope here

understands how it works already.

Michael! Can we come in yet?

Cocky git.

Oh, don't go hurting my feelings.

You should be setting a good example.

I'll larrup you one if you're not careful.

-All settled in? -Yes, thanks Skip.

See now that's what it's like

when you're not pretending to be asleep.

B Flight.

Right away. Let's go boys!

Stand clear!

They should be coming into view any time now.

You ready to lose this bet, Coops?

Keep the airways clear, Walker.

10 o'clock, Skip.

Roger!

Safety switches off. Get ready to engage.

Let's go now before they see us.

On my mark! We hold for A Flight.

-Skip.-Wait!

Walker! Break!

Say goodbye to that money, Coops.

What the fuck was that?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Breaking early. And all for a poxy bet.

-Don't talk rubbish. -Excuse me!

You may have forgotten,

but I am your commanding officer!

Walker. Don't you walk away from me!

You could've got us all killed.

There's always gonna be losses, Michael.

Dear god, man. Are you even listening to yourself?

We all made it back.

That is not the point.

Then what is the point? What is the point?

Because, forgive me if I am wrong,

it is our job to go up there and fight the enemy!

You are coming very close

to crossing a line from which there is no coming back.

Fancy a walk?

Are you gonna to tell me what you meant by that?

You're kicking me off the flight.

That's up to you.

How do I get it to sink in?

They look up to you.

Surely you can see that.

Bollocks.

There you go again.

It's time to grow up.

Set an example.

You're the CO.

That's your job.

So you simply negate any responsibility?

The great Nathan Walker has decided that this is his war

to be fought on his terms,

and to hell with everyone else.

Gets results, doesn't it?

Sit down.

There's something I need to show you.

Read it.

Go on.

You were so desperate to get your hands on it earlier.

It is always like this?

What, the Germans trying to kill us

several times a day?

Yeah, pretty much.

With Walker and the Skipper.

Things ain't been square between 'em

since we got back from France.

What happened?

This goes no further, alright?

Scout's honor.

Our old Skipper bought it over the there.

Walker took it pretty hard.

They'd been best mates since their Cranwell days.

Jock was proper old school.

If he ran out of ammo,

he'd likely get out on the wing with his fists up.

You know the type.

We all loved him, but...

Walker, he worshipped him.

How did he die?

That's the worst part of it.

Think if he'd copped it in action

Walker might have handled it better.

Instead, he's driving back from a briefing at group HQ

when a 109 spots him, takes a pot shot.

Kraut bastard wouldn't have got anywhere near him in the air.

Jock was an exceptional pilot. Made Walker look ordinary.

Walker handled it by drinking the local winery dry.

Ended up getting grounded for a while.

That's why he got passed over and Cochrane got Skipper.

Been banging heads ever since.

So now Walker's fighting a one-man war.

About the long and short of it.

But Walker's a good man, really. He's just...

He's just hurting.

And what about you?

-Me?-Hm.

I'm fine.

Take one day at a time.

Although I do have one burning question.

What's that?

How does a young jack like you afford a lighter like this?

It's got some weight to it.

Yep, 24 karat of Dunhill's finest.

Figured I could trade it

if I ever got shot down over Kraut land.

Well, I admire a man who plans ahead,

but you still haven't told me how you come to own it.

It's my father's.

I stole it from his desk drawer

the morning I left for flight training.

He doesn't need it. He's a pipe smoker.

Well, remind me not to leave anything of value lying about

when you're around.

I doubt you've got anything worth nicking.

Even your flight boots look like hand-me-downs.

A thief and a cheeky git.

Come on, we better be heading back.

B Flight.

Just a moment.

They want us back up!

We're not ready yet.

Well, how long?

10 minutes.

We'll be up as soon as we can.

Right, come on. Time to warm our seats.

I had no idea.

Now you do.

You made his life a living misery,

and yet he still felt compelled

to commit two pages to singing you praises.

I just hope it wasn't a waste of ink.

Ready?

Medic!

Walker!

Mike?

Come on, mate, let's get you out.

Just...

Just give me a minute.

Undo my harness, will you?

We're still friends, aren't we, Nathan?

Yeah, of course, mate.

Good.

Thought I lost you.

God, you can be such a pain in the arse.

I know.

I feel cold.

It's all right.

Make things right.

I will.

Do better.

I will. I promise.

Is it getting dark?

Yeah, mate. I think it is.

Help me get him down.

Go get yourself cleaned up, Nathan.

I'll take care of everything here.

Flight Leftenant!

Take a walk.

Clear your head.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!

everything alright?

Yeah, fine.

Just thought it might be Nance.

Nance?

My girl. She's ATA.

Could still turn up.

Wishful thinking on my part. She was only here this morning.

You got a girl?

No. My mother would never allow it.

Probably best.

Why is that?

You know why.

I don't know.

Better to have loved and all that.

Just wish it wasn't chewing me up inside.

You know, one minute I'm with her

and I have everything to live for.

The next I'm dragging my skipper's corpse

out of a Spit and I realize I have everything to lose.

What have I been doing?

Instead of asking the woman I love to marry me

I've been waiting like an idiot

to win the bet against the squadron's resident lunatic.

So are you going to ask her?

Yeah I know I should, I just...

can't think straight.

Cuppa?

Think it'll help?

Will it bollocks!

I know.

Can't sleep?

First few nights are hell, but...

gets easier.

What are you reading?

Bleak House.

Mum used to read it to me as a kid.

Helps put me to sleep.

You know, I was like you at first,

bundle of nerves.

In the end you're so tired you just drop.

Luckily, we get a couple of extra hours tomorrow.

No batman waking us up at first light.

Off anywhere nice?

Share a drop with me.

Thanks.

To Skip.

You're supposed to drink it, not breathe it.

Better?

Don't worry, I won't tell Nance.

To Skip.

To Michael, and B Flight.

What a bloody waste!

Morning, James.

Morning.

Are you alright?

Sorry, I'm...

Squadron Leader Cochrane was killed yesterday.

What happened?

He got her down.

Bled out in his seat.

He seemed almost indestructible.

And Richard?

They've all taken it pretty hard.

Why don't you wait in the hut?

Morning, Nance.

Nathan! Morning. Sorry, I didn't see--

No.

Bad form on my part.

Cuppa?

Yes. Please.

Gonna have to give you a dirty cup, I'm sorry.

I quite understand. Is it the help's day off?

Either that, or she's been shot down somewhere over Dover.

Its hard to keep track sometimes.

I'm so sorry, Nathan.

Coops is still getting his beauty sleep.

He won't be long.

What's this?

Oh!

Nothing really.

I just thought you and Coops would make better use of it.

Nathan, you really can't expe--

No.

No.

That's for you and Richard and that's that.

Now we are out of milk,

but there is a war on,

so we're gonna have to make do.

Sir!

There's enough room in those overalls

for three of you, Connolly.

Don't they feed you ACs?

No, sir.

I'd complain to Mr. Churchill pronto if I were you.

Another week and that winning smile of yours

is all that's gonna be left, boy.

Will do, sir. Thank you, sir.

Stop teasing the poor lad.

Are questioning my authority now, Miss White?

Shut up and drink your tea, that's an order.

Yes sir!

B Flight.

Sir! Sir!

What the bloody hell is it?

You need to get airborne immediately.

Where's Flight Leftenant Walker?

He's already as dispersal.

Stan! Stan! Get up!

Think jerry's about

to make a house call.

Any sign of them?

Not yet sir.

What's our status?

Viper A and B Flights are already up, sir,

engaging Heinkels over the Channel.

Puma A and B are scrambling now.

What the bloody hell are you doing here, Nance?

Richard!

Wait.

Not now.

We need to go.

You need to get to cover.

I'm not leaving that Spit on the ground.

Take care, Richard.

You too, Nance. Now, go!

Go. Go! Get to cover.

Contact!

How many? Right, thank you.

Dozen bombers coming in from the southeast.

Get those helmets on!

Understood. Right away.

Contact!

Come on. Come on, girl. Come on, girl!

Alright B Flight, this is gonna get messy.

Control.

Dozen Heinkels to my nine o'clock!

Control, where are Viper squadron?

On their way.

ETA eight minutes.

That's eight minutes too late.

--Fuck!

Keep it together.

Where are they now?

Six minutes out sir.

Coops is down!

Did you see a chute?

He's gone.

Control, we can't take much more of this.

Shit!

What is it?

I can't see a damn thing.

I'm gonna have to put her down.

Copy.

I see you.

There's a field about a mile ahead of you. Southeast.

Roger. Southeast.

Nah. I'm losing power.

On his tail.

Just don't shoot me in the arse.

Oh, shit!

I've got one on me.

Break away.

No, I've got this.

I am not asking!

Come on, girl.

Jesus Christ!

Where are they?

Two minutes, sir.

What's in front of me Stan?

You're in the clear.

Walker, what are you doing?

Walker!

Sorry, Stan.

Come on!

A Flight! Is there anyone there?

I've got a 109 on my tail. I can't shake him.

Bugger off!

Nipper! This is Viper leader. Engaging now!

Pilot Officer Paul Martin, reporting for duty, sir.

Pilot Officer Douglas Parsons, sir.

Flight Leftenant Laurence Stanhope.

-Sir. -It's good to meet you, sir.

How many hours have you had in Spits?

A few.

Same here, sir.

Well, I'm sure we'll have you up to speed in no time.