HARVEY: You know what to do with the lame ducks?įLIGHT SERGEANT: Yes, sir. (to the Flight Sergeant) Get all the transport you can and try and get the men out of here.įLIGHT SERGEANT: All NCOs report to me immediately.Īnd so Skipper, Andy and Archie take to the air. HARVEY: All right, forget your kit, let’s move. SKIPPER (as his two underlings hurry after him): Get that bowser out of here, we’ll go with what we’ve got! SKIPPER (walking rapidly towards his plane): Why don’t you follow me and find out? Come on, idiots!ĪNDY: Abbeville – unless they’ve got there before us. SKIPPER: Yes, let’s get the hell out of it.
JEAN (to Skipper and Harvey): It’s no use – they’ll be here in half-an-hour. Presently a car pulls up and out jumps a French airman, Jean Jacques. What? Are you sure? They’re at Sedan?ĪRCHIE (listening in): For the benefit of the uneducated among us, I shall translate.ĪNDY: Our chum can’t believe that Sedan’s fallen. (still on the wireless set): Yes, I hear you. SKIPPER: First we hear of the bastards had overrun us was when we tried to land.įRENCH N.C.O. (sarcastic chuckle) Of what? Five serviceable aircraft, no spares, no contact. They are Pilot Officer Archie and his pal, Sgt. Then we note a couple of pilots walking towards the camera from the other two aircraft. SKIPPER: Corporal, I don’t mean with your blood. (turns back to chatting with his mates, who are lazing around on the grass) So anyway, he hit me and made me nose bleed… SKIPPER: Corporal! Refuel them immediately!ĬORPORAL: Yes, sir. From the lead plane out jumps ‘Skipper’, a tough, battle-scarred veteran squadron leader. HARVEY: Oh, for God’s sake, Jamie, give your brain a chance! JAMIE: Aw, I thought it would buck up the civilians. HARVEY: Don’t ever let me see you doing a victory roll over my airfield again.
HARVEY: Why don’t you cut out the clowning, mm? Colin Harvey, a Canadian): Reinforcements, sir? Just then three more Hurricanes come in to land. he sees a frantic French officer speaking over a wireless set.įRENCH N.C.O: Hello, Abbeville. airfield, located in the grounds of a chateau. The camera pans down to two Tommies riding in their armoured car and a despondent stream of French refugees, bound for goodness knows where, foot-slogging behind.īRITISH INFANTRYMAN (to his comrade): Who the ‘ell’s ‘e trying to kid? A lone Hurricane fighter plane rolls high above the countryside of Northern France, during the B.E.F.’s withdrawal before the onslaught of the invading German armies.
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