Malta Story

WIRELESS:
Mr Churchill, in his speech in

the House of Commons this afternoon, said,

''For now, nearly two years,

Malta has stood against the enemy.

What a thorn it has been in their side.

What a toll it has taken of their convoys.

For the last six weeks,

over 450 German first-line aircraft

and perhaps 200 Italian

have been venting their fury on Malta.''

Can't be far now.

No.

How long do we wait in Malta,

just a few minutes or till morning?

Depends what's happening when we get there.

I expect you'll refuel and go straight on.

Pity.

I want to get to Cairo as

quickly as possible,

but I would like to see

Malta in daylight.

I believe there are some very

interesting megalithic remains.

There are certainly some very interesting

remains on Malta, nowadays.

(Ackack gunfire)

- Megalithic and otherwise.

The runway looks clear.

If there's a doctor in the house,

will he please come to the stage door?

- OK. That's us.

- Home, James.

You chaps don't like being driven by

someone else, do you?

Not onto an airfield in

the middle of a raid.

- You been stationed here long?

- Since it started.

Anti-aircraft?

Security.

- Watch out. Big crater, 100 yards

on the left. - OK.

(Tyres squeal on runway)

Right. Right.

Crater dead ahead!

Well, we're down in one piece, anyway.

- Get 'em out. Quick.

- Right.

Right. Everyone out, please,

quick as you can.

(Distant explosions)

Come on.

(Bomb explodes)

- Is it always like this?

- Usually.

Colourful, isn't it?

(Hum of enemy aircraft)

I think I can manage without

seeing it in daylight.

They'll refuel when they

can and get you off.

(Bombs whistle)

Sorry.

Cancel my last remark.

That's our bomber squadron.

Hello, Red Gauntlet. This is Lucky.

Angels 2-0, Angels 2-0, report damage. Over.

Epsom 2-1 to Lucky. OK. Bandits destroyed.

Out.

Steady! You mustn't just

knock them down like that.

Most improbable. You must search

and find them and then knock them off.

Sorry, old boy.

This phantom squadron of yours

seems to be doing a great execution, Ramsey.

Thank you, sir.

Two Jerries just knocked each other down.

What'd happen to them

if we were really up there, I can't think.

Frank, get rid of this lot, I've got

two submarines outside

the harbour waiting to come in.

- Willy...

Put some proper trousers

on or you'll catch cold.

You'll catch something worse than that

if we don't get those subs in.

It's your ruddy petrol they've got.

- You shall have a drop for

your lighter, Willy.

Hello, Eden. Are you all right?

Yes, sir. Just.

They got the Hudson on the ground.

Yes, I know, dammit. Anyone hurt?

No, we were all out in time,

but we now have a lodger.

- A lodger?

- A photographic reconnaissance pilot. Ross.

He was going through to Cairo on the Hudson,

so he's stranded.

Shall I keep him with me

or will your people look after him?

A PR pilot, eh?

I wonder if he's any good.

I don't know.

Rather an odd fish. We talked on the plane.

He got into the PR racket because he'd done

some aerial photography on his job.

He's an archaeologist.

Oh, crikey! That sounds menacing.

Is he...all right?

Yes.

He's not a born military type,

but...I'd back him.

Hm.

Well, come and tell me

how you got on in Whitehall.

(Children chant their times tables)

(Air-raid siren)

(Siren blares)

(Hum of approaching aircraft)

(Distant explosions)

(Bomb whistles)

(Planes roar overhead)

(Fire-engine bell)

(Distant ackack gunfire)

(All-clear siren)

(Children laugh and squeal)

Yes, sir?

Flight Lieutenant Ross.

I'm looking for Wing Commander Bartlett.

Very good, sir.

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