Angels One Five Page #4
- TV-G
- Year:
- 1952
- 98 min
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Pie-eyed ferry types should know darn well
they've got to keep out of the way.
Might have slaughtered
an experienced pilot.
As it is he's written off an invaluable aircraft.
God, how we need them.
Hello, Bonzo?
This is Bill Ponsford.
I want to speak to Peter Moon.
Oh, hang it all, Skipper.
He put up a pretty good show, really.
I mean, he must have had his finger out
to hop over me like that.
Shut up, Batchy! I mean that.
Hello, Peter.
Hello, Bill. What's eating you?
Steady, old man. I know how you feel.
Yes, yes, I grant you, Batchy is more valuable
than a thousand non-operational types, but ...
Look, let me speak, will you?
"A" and one, Batchy came in at naught feet
and we got no warning.
"B" and 2, this sap is not a ferry pilot ...
... he's an operational type, or soon will be.
He's posted to your squadron.
What? I won't have
the damn fellow near my outfit.
And you can tell that to the Tiger.
I sympathise, old man, ...
... but you can tell the Tiger yourself.
- Bring me a pint, will you, Price?
- Very good, sir.
- Hello, Baird. Settling in all right?
- Yes, thank you, sir.
Good. Made your number
with the Old Man yet?
He wasn't there when
I reported to the adjutant.
Oh, he's in the anteroom now.
- Have a drink.
- Not just now, thank you, sir.
Oh, well, if you're not drinking,
I'll toddle off home.
You see, I have a lonely wife
that needs company.
You'll find Squadron Leader Ponsford in there.
He's the squadron C.O.
- I should make myself known to him.
- Oh, thanks, sir, I will.
- Good. Cheerio.
- Good night, sir. Cheerio.
I spy strangers.
Are you looking for someone, old chap?
Im ... I'm looking for the C.O. of 1320 Squadron.
Ah. Well hold on a minute.
Are you down there, Bill?
Yes, I'm down here.
What is it, Batchy?
to hold converse with you.
Well, I'm Ponsford. You want me?
I've been posted to your squadron.
I'm Pilot Officer Baird, sir. TB Baird.
T B?
Sounds a bit septic to me.
So you're the type who nearly wrote off
... and pranged a replacement aircraft.
It wasn't really my fault.
What do you mean, it wasn't your fault?
The other chap came in bang across wind
without making a circuit.
The other chap was a squadron aircraft
returning from operations.
Well, that may be, sir,
but I had permission to land.
Permission? What permission?
There's no such thing.
Operations told me to get down at once.
Well, what if they did?
That doesn't give you the right
... like a blind bull in a china shop.
My name is Small.
I'm the Station Commander.
Oh, that's all right.
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