Angels One Five

Synopsis: 'Septic' Baird has just joined a front line RAF squadron at the height of the Battle of Britain. This is the story of "The Few" and how they managed to fight off the might of the Luftwaffe despite overwhelming German air power.
Genre: Drama, War
Production: A-B Films
98 min

Hello, filter room.

I have a new track here,

Range of 4-5 miles,

Bearing 1-2-0.

No height.

Here's another track.

Hostile 2-4.

Sugar 1-5-2-5.

Hostile 2-4. Sugar...

Hostile 2-4, Sugar 1-5-2-5.

Fighter 7-8, 12 at 16,

"Q" Queenie 7-7-7-3 south.

Hostile 7-5.

"S" Sugar 3-5-8-5, east.

Hello, Neethley. Group Controller here.

Your controller, please.

Is that you, Moon?

Have a look at Raid 24.

Looks as if they're after

Tango Convoy passing Dover.

What's the form?

Ah, Red Section of 2270 Squadron

are patrolling over Tango, sir.

Ah, no. They're about due for recall.

They won't have enough petrol left

if they have to mix it.

White section are on their way

to relieve them.

I quite agree, sir.

I'll get 1320 Squadron off right away.

Neethley serial 5-4...

Uh, Get Pimpernel Red and Yellow Sections

in the air, Bonzo.

Dover 15,000 feet.

Angels 15, OK.

Turn that ruddy thing off!

Scramble Red and Yellow sections, Dover,

Angels 1-5.

Scramble, chaps. Red and Yellow, Dover

Angels 1-5.

Red and Yellow, Dover.

- Come on, Batchy. Customers waiting.

- I'm coming with you.

Nice work, Skipper!

Identity card and password, please, sir.

- You know who I am.

- Yes, sir.

Then you don't need to see

my identity card.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sergeant gave me orders to let no one in ...

... without examining his identity card ...

... and obtaining the password.

- I give the orders on this station.

- I know that, sir.

Very well.

But I happen to have left

my identity card in my office.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you pass.

Oh, so you're more scared of your sergeant

than you are of me, huh?

It's not that, sir.

I happen to know you well, sir.

But there might be

a new man on this job.

Quite right.

Well done, Thompson.

I'm glad to see you're not shaken.

I'm sorry I bullied you.

That's all right, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Well, what is it now?

You haven't given me

the password, sir.

Good man.

You've got your wits about you.

The word is "crocus. "

Thank you, sir.

Think I'd fall for that one?

Group Captain Tiger Ruddy Small.

The Tiger.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper,

Beeswax White One calling,

in position. Hello.

Hello, White One,

Sapper answering.

Ok. Ok. Out.

Hello, Beeswax, Red One.

Red One.

You may pancake,

Vector 2-8-5. Over.

Hello, Sapper, Sapper.

Beeswax Red One answering.

Thank you, Sapper. Out.

Put Hostile 2-4 on the screen, please.

- Good afternoon, Peter.

- Afternoon, sir.

What's going on?

The usual stuff.

They're after a convoy.

So I see.

Serial 5-6.

Red and Yellow Section,

Intercept Raid 24.

If only they'd stick to convoys.

Hello, Pimpernel Leader,

Pimpernel Leader, Sapper calling.

What are your Angels now? Over.

You got any special information, sir?

No. But it can't be paying them

much of a dividend, can it?

Hello, Sapper. Leader answering.

Angels 1-5. Out.

It's not likely to as long as we have

a few Hurricanes airborne.

Hello, Sapper.

Pimpernel Leader calling.

I'm in position. Out.

The same idea must be

dawning in the mind ...

... of Reichsmarshal Goering.


Hello, Pimpernel Leader.

Sapper calling.

Vector 1-3-5, bandits ahead of you ...

... ahead of you, Angels 1-5. Over.

Well, obviously, sooner or later, sooner is my guess ...

... he'll employ some of the 3,000 aircraft

he has at his disposal ...

... to prevent our Hurries being airborne.

It's up to 3,000, is it, now?

Yes, he's got something

like that between Brest and Amsterdam.

I reckon that makes

the odds about 5 to 1.

Well, more than that if you discount ...

our squadrons tied down in the north.

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