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Bomb Aimer: OK, bombs gone.
Pilot: OK... (mumbled) bomb aimer.
Navigator: Was that bombs gone?
Pilot and Bomb Aimer together: Yes.
Flight Engineer: Bomb doors closed.
Navigator: ...well, I can read my watch in the searchlights! That's...ahh...twenty one, fifty four.
Gunner?: Flak coming awful close!
Flight Engineer: Heading 100.
Navigator: Twenty one, fifty four and get out of this lot as best we can.
Pilot: (labored) OK.
Pilot: Speed's the answer now.
Navigator: The idea is to steer about 020.
Pilot: Put 020 on ??
Flight Engineer: 020, OK.
Navigator: Ahh! Flak directly beneath us...
Navigator: ...and searchlights underneath us too.
Pilot: Come on, T-for-Tommy. Get cracking!
Navigator: Ahh, watch your height!
Pilot: I'm watching everything!
Flight Engineer: How many searchlights would you call them?
Unknown: Too many, I reckon.
Flight Engineer: A couple of thousand.
Pilot: Yeah, they're searching for us. You bastards! ...oh Hell...
Pilot: It certainly illuminates things, doesn't it?
Flight Engineer: It sure does.
Pilot: I could do with a pint.
Unknown: Keep your eyes peeled.
Unknown: They're firing at us now!
Unknown: Are they?
** LOUD FLAK BURST **
Gunner2: Flak coming close at the back!
Flight Engineer: Flak's close... (or flaps closed)
Unknown: Well, it's coming close, I can feel it.
Pilot: Yes, I can see it!
(muffled rumbles of flak bursts)
Flight Engineer: Round to port a bit this heading, Skipper.
Navigator: If we press on a bit this way, we might get out.
Flight Engineer: Yep.
Navigator: My God!
Flight Engineer: You could light your fag on any of those.
Bomb Aimer: Steady up a bit.
(Sound of shrapnel hitting aircraft)
Bomb Aimer: Ohh!
Pilot: That was a bit close.
Navigator: I think we've been hit, personally...
Pilot: We have...
Flight Engineer: Lose a bit of height, Skipper.
Bomb Aimer: That was close.
Navigator: Searchlights looking for us now.
Pilot: OK...I'm pressing on more or less on course.
Navigator: Righty Ho.
Navigator: It's gone out now.
Navigator: We...we better press on north until we're clear of this issue!
Pilot: Yeah, that's what I'm doing.
Bomb Aimer: Ah...hello, Skipper.
Bomb Aimer: We've been holed in the front here...
Bomb Aimer: ...the...ahh...oil's leaking out of the front turret, still it's nothing to worry about.
Flight Engineer: OK, Warren. Ah...Duncy, could you glance over the temperatures? On the engines?
Navigator: Could I what...?
Flight Engineer: ...glance over the temperatures.
Pilot: Look then, Duncy...umm...I've been weaving on your course. I shall be heading a little...to the east.
Navigator: OK, I'll give you a course to steer if you reckon you'll go through it.
Navigator: OK, right.
Pilot: Only there's a few searchlights ahead, about a hundred.
Navigator: By God, I've never seen anything like this before!
Pilot: Neither have I.
Flight Engineer: Four-thousand pounder just gone off.
Pilot: Oh, Good show.
Navigator: Ahhh, that's not one at all!
Unknown: Yes, it's not a bad prang.
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