Air Raid Wardens Page #4

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possible jaw fracture, burns on the face."

- You'd better lie down, Mr. Norton. Yes.

- Yeah, then we'll fix you up right away.

Gentlemen, I want to cooperate...

...but are you sure

this is the place you were sent to?

Oh, why, certainly.

I've got our orders right on a piece of paper.

- Show them to him, Ollie.

- Just a second.

- We wouldn't come here without orders.

- No, sir.

- We certainly...

- I've lost it.

Well, you'd better call headquarters

to be sure.

- Pardon us, Mr. Norton. Come, Stanley.

- Yeah. We'll be right back.

Look, he changed his mind.

I thought he would.

- Thanks for cooperating, Mr. Norton.

- That's the spirit.

Get me that plank.

Why don't you watch what you're doing?

Put that plank down.

Now...

Roll him over.

Easy, now. Easy. Easy. That's it.

Now, let's see. Fractured back.

Raise that plank.

- How do you feel?

- I feel swell.

- Good.

- Just...

Not you!

How do you feel, Mr. Norton?

You better ask him. He's mad at me.

How do you feel, Mr. Norton?

He's mad at me, too.

- What will we do now?

- Let's see.

"Burns on the face." Get some grease.

- I haven't got any grease...

- Well, look for some!

- What kind of grease?

- Oh, any kind!

- Grease.

- Put it on the face.

Not mine, his!

It's all right, Mr. Norton.

It won't be long now.

Everything is just fine.

Now, that's fine, Stanley.

- Give me a hand, now.

- Yes, sir.

Help me lift it up.

All right. One, two, three.

We'll simplify this.

Now, when I lift him up,

slide the dolly under him.

That's it. Now, we'll push him.

Hey, get me something to wipe my hands.

- Get me out of here!

- Yes, sir.

- Get me out of here!

- Come on, Stanley.

We're doing our best, Mr. Norton, we...

He's stuck. What are we going to do?

What about...?

Pull the truck up, and I'll hold him.

Hurry up!

Don't worry, Mr. Norton.

Now, we'll have you out in a jiffy.

- Get me out of here.

- It's okay, sir. Everything will be fine, now.

- Where am I?

- Hurry up, Stanley.

- Millicent, hurry up. l... I'm freezing.

- Yes, yes, dear. I'm coming.

Here, poor darling.

This will make you nice and comfy.

Look out. That's where the truck hit me.

Take this thing away.

- Yes?

- Mr. Madison is here.

- Show him in.

- Hello, Dan.

I just missed you at the dressing station.

You all right?

I will be. I hope.

What I don't understand is

why a man in Mr. Norton's position...

...had to be their victim.

- It seems to me that they could...

- Millicent, please.

I volunteered to be a victim.

I certainly never thought

I'd fall in the hands of those idiots.

I'd rather fight Japs barehanded.

There was a mistake, somewhere.

You were supposed to be

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