Blitz

Right, it's down there!

Coming through! I'm coming through!

Get your fag out your mouth!

- Who's got the pipe? - We need more pressure!

- Who's got the pipe? - Pour on!

- Water! Come on! - Pour on!

Hold it!

Pick it up!

Watch yourself. Forward! Go forward!

Come on! Go! Grab the hose!

Play the drums.

And do it... And feel it through your whole body.

Make a wish.

Think.

- One wish? - One wish.

What a lovely boy. What a handsome--

Dad!

Come on.

Come on.

Dad!

Come on. We're nearly there.

This station is closed!

We need somewhere to shelter!

You should know that the shelter is not provided!

- Open the gate! - Move back!

This station is not an authorized air raid shelter.

The shelters are full. Where were we supposed to go, eh?

Stay close.

If you have shelters at home, you can take cover there.

A sheet of corrugated iron to put in your garden if you've got one.

- You're having a laugh! - Move back,

or someone's gonna get hurt!

The only one who's gonna get hurt here, mate, is you if you don't let us in!

- Force 'em open! - Let go!

Hold them back!

We've got kids here! For God's sake, open the gates!

- Away from the gate! - We've got children here!

- Open the gates! - Inspector, it's against the law!

These people are hopelessly exposed!

I'm ordering you one last time. Open the gates!

Open 'em up!

- Get inside! - Go on, George.

- Dad, you all right? - Yes, love, I'm all right.

- Go on, George. - Take cover, George.

That way! Round here.

Come on, love. Let's go down to the back.

They're bleeding cowards! That's what you are!

How could you leave them here?

Go on, George.

Watch out.

There.

Go round there.

It's gonna be all right, Olly.

I won't leave you. You're safe with me.

Hey, it's not fair on him, Rita. You gotta let him go.

Yeah.

It's all right, Olly.

Me, you, Mum and Granddad, we'll be home in the morning.

Here you are. George.

This one?

Why can't you come with me?

Sweetheart, I told you, it's an adventure for children only.

Grown-ups not allowed.

But it's gonna be great.

- You're gonna make new friends. - My friends are here.

Yeah, well, you'll play games in the countryside.

That'll be nice.

There'll be cows and horses and sheep--

But they smell.

I want to stay with you.

Yeah, I know.

It's only until all this is over.

And then the schools'll open again and life will get back to normal.

I promise.

Please, Mum, don't send me away.

Here.

Your dad would want you to have it.

How do you know?

I know because that's the kind of man he was.

Because you are his son, and it belongs to you now.

And it's gonna keep you safe, all right?

Yeah?

Put your shirt on and put your jacket on.

Come downstairs, yeah?

To all parents who still have children at home,

you have another opportunity to evacuate them.

There is a possibility that they will be uncomfortable

or that they will be homesick.

But the alternative could be unthinkable.

George! Hurry up, son. Your breakfast is ready.

The long night of multiple raids...

- You all right, love? - Yeah.

...shortly after eight o'clock,

when the warning sirens sounded once again.

The raiders were met by a heavy barrage of AA guns

but some of them were able to get over...

It's gonna be all right.

A medical officer was injured and medical staff...

Attacks are evidently in the nature of terror raids.

The people of London are not to be intimidated by Nazi frightfulness.

London is carrying on much as usual as inhabitants readjust...

Jack? Still got some breakfast on the stove.

No, I'm all right, thanks, Gerald.

I need to check on Mum, I'm back on duty in a few hours.

Give her my best.

Bye, Olly.

- Good luck today. - Oh, thanks.

You be a good boy.

Look after yourself, my boy.

And don't forget, be brave and stand up to bullies.

What do we always say about them?

All mouth and no trousers?

Pardon? I didn't hear what you said. Speak up please.

All mouth and no trousers.

Correct. Come here.

Here you are. This is for emergencies.

- Come on. - Thank you, Granddad.

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

Old iron! Any ol' iron!

- Yeah? - George Hanway, nine years old.

Here you go.

Keep moving along the platform!

All right?

Love ya.

Don't forget to be a good boy.

And don't wipe your nose on your sleeve. Use your hanky.

I hate you.

George!

This way! Get into the cars!

George, come back!

- George! - Rita!

- All aboard! - Rita, calm yourself. He'll be all right.

I need to say goodbye properly.

- George! - Rita!

Stand back please!

All aboard!

George!

George, please look at me, darling! Darling, why aren't you looking at me?

Darling, please! I love you!

Can you open this--

Please! No. George, please!

- Please! Look at me! Darling, please! - He'll be all right, love.

Some nice family will be taking care of him. Don't worry.

Get off of me!

George!

All right?

Yeah, I know. It's bloody hard sending 'em away like that.

But keep your chin up, eh?

Oh, come on, Rita, love. Cheer up.

Look on the bright side. You get to be on your own.

You can enjoy yourself.

He'll be well looked after. Otherwise they wouldn't have evacuated them.

It'd be like going to Blackpool. Better!

Guess you're saving your voice for later, eh?

I imagine you're a bit nervous. I would be.

You sure you're up to it?

Course she is. We're all looking forward to it!

It's her decision.

Everyone and their grandmother's gonna be listening.

Yeah, I know that, but it'll make her feel better, wouldn't it?

She ain't just a mum. She's got a lovely voice.

My bloody hand.

- Try and pull. You're filthy. - You try and pull yours.

Right, ladies, can we stop the chitchat and get on with it please?

Right, yes. I know today is a special day

but that does not permit you to take your eye off the ball.

There are boys out there, our boys, relying on us.

Relying on you!

God help 'em.

I'll give him bloody work.

Have some of that!

All right, Tilda!

You show 'em, girl.

What're you like?

Bloody misery, isn't he?

So obviously, we're playing out here.

No feet on the seats, please, boys and girls.

Oy, get down from there immediately, son. It's not safe.

Sorry.

All right?

Temper, temper.

You look like my dog. Where's your tail?

Leave him alone!

- He's crying! - Missing Mummy, are ya?

Leave him alone, would ya?

What's it to you? Is he your fella?

Oh, shut up.

That's enough.

If I hear another word from you or anyone else,

you'll be sitting in the guards' compartment for the rest of the journey.

Now then.

Who's a good boy?

All right, who wants to fight? You? You?

Which one of ya?

I thought so. All mouth and no trousers.

You showed them. My name's Cathy. What's yours?