The Night Watch Page #4

I can be that

person again, I can!

I want to be that person!

One sugar.

Just as you like it.

Sit a minute.

How was your day?

CLOCK CHIMES SOFTLY

The usual.

Nothing more from Fraser?

We're better off

without him, lad.

Dial needs a bit of a clean,

if you've a mind.

CONVERSATION:

SPILLS ONTO STREE SIREN GETS LOUDER

SIREN QUIETENS:

AIR RAID SIREN IN DISTANCE

PHONE RINGS:

You're up, girls. Another

guest house in Joswick Street.

WHISTLING, EXPLOSION

SHOUTS AND EXPLOSIONS ECHO

SIREN RINGS:

More round the corner!

Two walking wounded, one fatality,

one still unaccounted for.

Bloody hours, digging

around, looking for him.

So much for a quiet night.

I had in mind a couple

of fractures, maybe

a nice old lady

with a broken ankle.

A nice YOUNG lady, you mean.

Women's work, Harry?

People will talk.

You'd know all about that.

Sticks and stones.

I've heard it all before,

lived to tell the tale.

Not if Hitler gets his way.

He'd have you lot

strung up by your tits.

Just another reason

to bash the Bosch.

Break it up, you two.

He started it, Mummy.

BOMB EXPLODES:

SECONDARY EXPLOSION

PHONE RINGS:

Here we go, stand by your beds.

You're up, Hughes. Brandon Place,

corner of Levington Street.

Come on.

Don't get too

comfortable, Langrish.

Night's not over yet.

I suppose you don't hear much of

the bombs, down in your shelter?

We're not allowed

in the shelters.

Only the guards are.

Still, safer here than you

would be at the front, eh?

Hardly. They say, er,

Pentonville got hit by an

incendiary bomb the other day.

Your cell mate, isn't it?

The one who was at university?

You can tell just

by looking at him

he doesn't belong here.

Meaning I do?

He didn't say that, Duncan.

I thought the chap at the

end was due for release?

They're letting him out next week.

Going to the army.

Good on him.

What, so there's no shame in the

army making you into a murderer?

It's all right to have blood on

your hands for King and Country?

For heaven's sake, Duncan!

You want to talk about shame?

You wait until you're out

of here and you can't walk

down the street without

people pointing at you,

whispering about

you and that boy.

If you're so ashamed, why

bother coming to see me?

You're my son.

No need for that.

Be a man, eh?

KNOCK AT DOOR:

Bloody chambermaid's on the prowl,

had to play hide and seek with her.

Oh...

Jesus, what a dump! I should

have come ahead, checked it out.

I just thought it would be a

change from our Paddington one...

I have something for you!

Not much...

They grow in the

woods by the base.

Every time I see them

they remind me of you.

So unspoilt. Beautiful.

Oi! Keep it down in there!

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