London Calling
a Battle of Britain extravaganza
by William M. Razavi
Blackout. The voice of Edward R. Murrow reporting from Trafalgar Square during an air raid.
Lights. The sound of "Germany Calling" and a brief news announcement from the Reich Ministry of Propaganda. We are in a smallish radio shack with a card table with a walking stick on along with some sort of antiquated broadcasting/listening device. There are several aircraft identification cards posted as well as numerous regulations and wartime propaganda materials.
A sign says No.12 Sq. RAF.
Nigel, a respectable looking pilot sits listening along with Evelyn, who has a pair of headphones on.
NIGEL: Disgraceful. Disgraceful.
Pause.
NIGEL: Well dont just sit there. Respond.
EVELYN: Me?
NIGEL: Well, of course you. Go ahead. Tell them something. Show them what were made of. Were not going to take this war lying down. Give it right back to them.
EVELYN: London calling, London calling this is the voice of Aldershot.
We will have the complete news in twenty minutes but first wed like to talk to a frightened English girl. "Im so frightened of those nasty Huns. They scare me so much. They would scare me more, but the R.A.F. keeps shooting them into flames and then the Germans come crashing into the garden. Mother says well have to replant as soon as we get the Stuka out of the rosebush, but I think its the best place for one. Especially since the Browns next door have been uppity about having a Messerschmitt in front of their barn. Good thing the R.A.F. has been busy, otherwise we wouldnt be able to have a German plane in front of every house." There you have it. A frightened English girl. This is the voice of Aldershot. We will have the complete news in nineteen minutes, but first this very important announcement.
NIGEL: The War Council would like to remind everyone that under the Geneva Convention a downed airman may receive no more than five wounds from a pitchfork, though these need not be restricted to the rump area. So remember, if you see a German, try not to tenderize them too much, or youll be considered a war criminal. R.A.F. commanders say that two good thrusts with a pitchfork are amply sufficient to disable the average German pilot, though several Scottish farmers have reported that the larger Bavarians can sometimes requite several swift kicks in the bucket as well.
Louise, a businesslike weather watcher enters.
EVELYN: This has been the voice of Aldershot. We will resume the news in seventeen and a half minutes.
LOUISE: That was nice.
EVELYN: I think so.
NIGEL: It was tolerable. My voice is terrible.
LOUISE: Your voice is lovely, Nigel.
EVELYN: It really is.
NIGEL: Its not my best part.
LOUISE: Oh? And what is? Pray tell.
EVELYN: I think youve embarrassed the poor boy, Louise.
NIGEL: Evelyn. Isnt that a boys name.
LOUISE: See. Nigel knows no shame.
NIGEL: I know no shame.
EVELYN: Id like to see how far that goes.
NIGEL: Im sure you wouldnt.
LOUISE: Be careful, Evelyn. Hell always be a pilot on the inside.
Pause.
LOUISE: Drinks at the pub tonight?
EVELYN: Thats a lovely idea.
Roger, a suave R.A.F. pilot enters.
ROGER: Whats the weather?
LOUISE: Cloudy for the next two days. Theres a break after that that might last all next week. Until then expect low ceilings.
ROGER: Well have a field day with Jerry until Wednesday.
LOUISE: Did you shoot down any today?
ROGER: We chased a pair of 109s across the Channel, but no luck.
NIGEL: Does anyone want tea?
EVELYN: Ill go get it.
NIGEL: Thank you, Evelyn.
ROGER: Evelyn. Isnt that a boys name?
EVELYN: Very funny, Lieutenant. Captain, didnt you want todays weather charts?
NIGEL: Todays chart?
EVELYN: I believe you wanted it.
NIGEL: Yes. Yes, I did.
LOUISE: Ill get it right away.
Evelyn exits. Louise kisses Roger.
LOUISE: Ill see you tonight, love.
Louise exits. An uncomfortable pause.
NIGEL: Whats the word from Fighter Command?
ROGER: Have a smoke?
NIGEL: Tell me the news first.
ROGER: No luck, Nigel.
NIGEL: Why?
ROGER: Do you need a reason?
Nigel gets up, leaning on the table and picks up his cane. He walks with a pronounced limp.
NIGEL: They hate me.
ROGER: Dont be daft. Dowding loves you.
NIGEL: Youd think the love of an Air Chief Marshall would be worth more.
ROGER: The staff doesnt think that it would be a good idea.
NIGEL: Bader can flyHes an ace for Gods sakeand he has no legs.
ROGER: Bader was famous before he lost his legs.
NIGEL: So thats how it is.
ROGER: Thats how it is.
NIGEL: Rotten. Rotten.
ROGER: Look at it this way you have an easy job.
NIGEL: I want to fly. Its what I do.
ROGER: Its what you did.
Pause.
ROGER: You have the good life here. No danger drinks women. Why would you want to give that up? If I were you Id enjoy spending the rest of the war here.
NIGEL: Ill trade you.
Pause.
NIGEL: Whos left from the old boys?
ROGER: Mallory, Smith, Owens, Fitzhugh. We lost OToole over London night before last.
NIGEL: What happened to Jones?
ROGER: Missing. Went down in the North Sea. I wouldnt hold out much hope.
NIGEL: I wont spend the rest of the war hiding behind a radio.
ROGER: What you do here is important.
NIGEL: Im a pilot. I belong in the air.
ROGER: Ill see what I can do.
Evelyn and Louise enter.
EVELYN: Whos for tea?
LOUISE: Prime Minister has an important announcement, they say.
NIGEL: Lets see what Winston has to say.
Radio goes on. Churchill speaks as the lights fade.
Berkeley SquareA dream of times past.
Music. Vera Lynn singing "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square." Lights.
A dancehall with a bar. The girl at the bar, Irene, is wiping the countertop.
Nigel walks in, no limp, no cane. He walks right up to the bar. Shyly looks at Irene.
Irene smiles. She holds up one finger. He holds up two, in a V. She pours two pints for him. He gives her the other one. She smiles. He smiles. He looks over to the dance floor, where Roger and Louise are dancing slowly now. He looks back at Irene.
Irene smiles. They drink some more. She shows him a picture in a locket. They hold hands for a long moment. They finish their drinks slowly. Then he takes her hand and they slowly dance as the lights fade away and the song ends.
Lights. Back in the radio shack. Evelyn and Louise.
EVELYN: London calling, London calling. This is the voice of Aldershot. Todays weather report is massive anti-aircraft fire for any German plane flying over England todaywith scattered explosions of planes. Also, there will be fog along the banks of the Thames. News broadcast will be coming up in twenty one and one half minutes.
LOUISE: No sense giving Jerry the real weather.
EVELYN: I wonder if theyre lying about the weather in Berlin.
LOUISE: I suspect theyve been lying about the weather in Berlin for several years now.
Pause.
EVELYN: What about Nigel?
LOUISE: He has difficulty lying about the weather.
EVELYN: Thats because he wants to see the clouds. Do you think he has a chance?
LOUISE: Hes better off on the ground. Most of his old squadron is either dead or invalided out. Roger didnt have the heart to tell him about Mallorythey say hell live, but hes burned beyond recognition.
EVELYN: Its killing him to be here while theyre all there.
LOUISE: It would kill him more to be dead.
Roger and Nigel enter wheeling in some bizarre looking contraption.
EVELYN: What is that?
NIGEL: This is going to win the war for us.
LOUISE: What is it?
NIGEL: We have no idea.
ROGER: Found it in the wreck of a Heinkel we took down last night.
NIGEL: Its marvelous.
LOUISE: What does it do?
NIGEL: Well
ROGER: Maybe it
NIGEL: It looks like some sort of electronic device. I call it a dalek.
ROGER: Right smart name for it, that is.
LOUISE: But what does it do?
NIGEL: Im sure it does something. Jerry wouldnt be carrying something like this around if it didnt do anything. Very efficient they are, you know.
ROGER: Whats say we have some drinks at the old Crown to celebrate this turning point in strange technology?
EVELYN: Capital idea.
Roger and Evelyn exit. Nigel fiddles with the device.
LOUISE: Im glad to see youve found something on the ground that excites you, Nigel.
NIGEL: This is fascinating.
LOUISE: Now you wont be pining away for silly things that will get you killed like the rest.
NIGEL: Silly. Of course.
LOUISE: Because it is silly, you know when you dont have to I mean, you dont have to seek out danger to impress anyone.
NIGEL: Amazing.
LOUISE: I just mean I love you.
Pause.
LOUISE: I mean, Roger and I both care about you and its hard enough for me with Roger well. I dont know if any of this is making sense to you, but
Pause.
NIGEL: I know what youre saying, Louise. I do.
LOUISE: Its just
He goes to her and holds her for a second.
NIGEL: Its a rotten thing, this war. Confuses us all. Just like that thing over there. Dont know what it doesmaybe its good for something.
Blackout.
The bar. Same as before but with more zippy music. Nigel and Louise enter. Evelyn and Roger are dancing. Nigel goes up to the bar. Louise cuts in on the dance. Roger switches out partners every so often.
IRENE: Whatll it be, Captain Miller?
NIGEL: Pint of scotch.
IRENE: Very funny. Are all ex-pilots that funny?
NIGEL: No, only the ones that still have hope. Whats the word from the Royal Navy?
IRENE: His Majestys fleet is still keeping my fiancé on the other side of the globe.
NIGEL: Well, the Royal Navy appears to be conspiring to keep you available. Ill have to remember to write them in appreciation.
IRENE: Thats sweet of you.
NIGEL: And your brothers?
IRENE: Berties in Egypt and Reggies in India. If they were here theyd show you whats what, you scoundrel.
NIGEL: Me, a scoundrel?
IRENE: A cute scoundrel.
NIGEL: Cute? Are there any other men left in England?
IRENE: No, just you. Alright by me, though.
NIGEL: Thats sweet of you, Irene.
They watch the dancing for a while.
IRENE: Do you want to dance?
Pause.
IRENE: Im sorry That was silly of me.
NIGEL: Its alright. Its good to be asked.
Pause.
IRENE: You know if it wasnt for Charlie well, I mean
NIGEL: Its alright. Good to be thought of even in second place.
The dancing continues until the end of the song. Blackout.
The radio shack. Everyone other than Roger is sitting in urgent anticipation. Roger enters, casually.
ROGER: Whats
EVELYN: Shhhh!
LOUISE [whispering]: Were waiting for Winston.
ROGER: I see.
Nigel is still fiddling with the dalek.
NIGEL: I think Ive figured out this thing.
LOUISE & EVELYN: Shhhh!
Churchill speaks. It is the "We Shall Fight Them Speech."
NIGEL: Well, that settles that.
LOUISE: What are you doing?
NIGEL: Im transferring to the Royal Navy.
EVELYN: No!
LOUISE: Why?
NIGEL: Im tired of reading weather reports.
LOUISE: You dont read the weather reports, I do.
NIGEL: You know what I mean.
ROGER: You dont like the sea, Nigel.
NIGEL: Of course I do. Im English. We all love the sea. Lets have fish and chips right now.
ROGER: This isnt the Nigel Miller I know.
Pause.
NIGEL: Do you remember what it was like when Number 24 got Spitfires?
Pause.
ROGER: It was like giving Robin Hood machine guns.
NIGEL: Those were some days. We were something else. All of us.
ROGER: Most of us arent left.
Pause.
NIGEL: Theres nothing for me here.
Pause.
ROGER: How about some tea?
An uncomfortable pause.
LOUISE: Ill get it.
Another uncomfortable pause.
EVELYN: Ill go get the other tea.
NIGEL: Roger
ROGER: This is for you.
Roger gives Nigel a letter.
ROGER: Royal Navy Fleet Air Arm is organizing a squadron and sending it here. Theyre putting it together right now and theyre not being very particular. Mostly young recruits They could use someone with experience. It might save some lives.
NIGEL: I see.
ROGER: Hurricanes. Deathtraps when you go up against the Messerschmitt.
NIGEL: Ill do my best.
ROGER: I know.
Pause.
ROGER: Ill see you up in the clouds.
Blackout. Music.
Irene and Nigel stand. Nigel is in flight gear.
IRENE: Take care of yourself.
NIGEL: No more men left in England after me.
IRENE: Its going to be a long war.
They embrace for a moment. Nigel walks away.
Nigel walks to Louise.
LOUISE: I dont want you to go.
NIGEL: I have to do this.
LOUISE: Dont get yourself killed.
NIGEL: Tell the Germans not to shoot at me.
LOUISE: Ill you know I
NIGEL: Goodbye.
They embrace. Nigel walks away. He walks over to Evelyn.
EVELYN: Going my way?
NIGEL: Im going to see the clouds.
EVELYN: You dont have to go.
NIGEL: I have to go. Ive already said goodbye. That means I have to go.
Air raid sirenperhaps something like a triangle or cowbell going off.
NIGEL: Thats for me. I have to go.
EVELYN: I wish you could I love you.
NIGEL: Ill bring back the sky for you.
EVELYN: Then youll come back?
Pause.
NIGEL: I have to go. The World War is waiting on me.
They kiss. Music. Vera Lynn singing "Well Meet Again."
Nigel runs off.
Evelyn just stands there for a long, long moment as the song continues.
The lights slowly fade away.
"Never in the field of human conflict has so much been owed by so many to so few."
-- Winston Churchill