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by Christopher Nolan


  FARRIER

  Bandit – eight o’clock.

  FORTIS LEADER

  (over radio)

  Break.

  EXT. SKY OVER ENGLISH CHANNEL – CONTINUOUS

  The three Spitfires dart away from each other. The German plane takes the left one (Collins), hurtling down –

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 2 – CONTINUOUS

  Collins dives, rolling, glancing back –

  COLLINS

  He’s on me!

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier banks around, lining up on Collins’ pursuer.

  FARRIER

  And I’m on him –

  Cut to:

  EXT. HOSPITAL SHIP – EVENING

  Tommy and Gibson shuffle around the deck, looking for a spot to settle …

  The Able Seaman manning the gangplank calls over –

  ABLE SEAMEN

  You two, get a shift on!

  Tommy reluctantly follows Gibson onto the plank.

  EXT. THE MOLE – CONTINUOUS

  As he shuffles down the gangplank he looks over at the thousands queuing on the mole …

  A Second Lieutenant on the mole waves Tommy along –

  SECOND LIEUTENANT

  Off you go! Back up the line!

  As Tommy steps off the plank he hears a noise: Gibson, finger to his lips, ‘shush’, is crouched in the crisscross structure below the mole where he can’t be seen by the officers on top. He beckons Tommy to join him …

  PETTY OFFICER

  That last barrage damaged the rudder!

  The Second Lieutenant turns to the Petty Officer. Tommy slips down beside Gibson –

  SECOND LIEUTENANT

  Tie up again while we try to fix it.

  They settle in on the beams just above the water line …

  Cut to:

  EXT. MOONSTONE, ENGLISH CHANNEL – MORNING

  Mr Dawson comes to the back of the well, fits the tiller, to steer from outside, Peter at his side. George, on the bow, looks across at several naval vessels on the same course.

  Suddenly he spots a bomber overhead –

  GEORGE

  Mr Dawson!

  Mr Dawson’s eyes don’t leave his course –

  MR DAWSON

  One of ours, George.

  George looks up as the plane. A Blenheim bomber passes over.

  Looking down to his left – a fishing trawler bobbing along. Further back down the convoy his sees a Thames paddle steamer.

  A destroyer approaches from the opposite direction. As George peers, he starts to make out shapes of men on the decks.

  The destroyer passes close enough that George can see the boat is packed with soldiers. Weary, bedraggled, dispirited soldiers. George stares at the haunted faces.

  As the Moonstone rides over the wake of the destroyer, an ominous boom reverberates in the distance. Too sudden for thunder, the boom multiplies into a distant barrage …

  Mr Dawson comes forward, drawn by the sound. He stares at the horizon – distant black smoke precisely where they’re headed. More booms. Mr Dawson looks at George. Who is scared. He puts his hand on his shoulder. Nods reassuringly.

  Cut to:

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier concentrates, trying to angle his plane at the tail of the ME 109 ahead … but the German plane keeps pulling out of his sights, turning right, pulling g’s, rolling …

  FARRIER

  On my mark – draw him left, Fortis 2 … Three, two, one, mark –

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 2 – CONTINUOUS

  Collins pulls hard left, rolling up and left as tracer fire streaks past.

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier watches the ME 109 cut left to follow Collins. He pushes the button on his stick to strafe the plane with his cannons … Smoke starts trailing from the German plane.

  FARRIER

  Clear.

  EXT. SKY OVER ENGLISH CHANNEL – CONTINUOUS

  The ME 109 trails heavy smoke as it tips towards the water–

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 2 – CONTINUOUS

  Collins straightens out, tries to look back –

  COLLINS

  Is he down?

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier watches the ME 109 smash into the water, breaking up in a fiery mess –

  FARRIER

  Down for the count –

  Tracer fire smashes into Farrier’s plane, sparking inside and out. Farrier banks hard right as a second 109 streaks away. He straightens up.

  FARRIER

  Fortis leader, one bandit down …

  Nothing.

  Fortis Leader, do you read?

  Nothing.

  Farrier looks around, spots a Spitfire –

  FARRIER

  Fortis 2, I have you to port – no eyes on Fortis Leader. Over.

  COLLINS

  (over radio)

  Understood, Fortis 1. Orbit for a look …

  Farrier looks all around as he pulls right on the stick …

  Cut to:

  EXT. THE MOLE – EVENING

  Eerie quiet.

  Tommy and Gibson sit in the structure, unseen, listening …

  Commander Bolton checks progress on board the hospital ship.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  How long, Lieutenant?

  LIEUTENANT

  We need to run a new cable, sir. They’re scrambling.

  Commander Bolton turns to Colonel Winnant, the army representative.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Colonel, you’re going to have to decide how many more wounded to evacuate … one stretcher takes the space of seven standing men.

  Colonel Winnant takes this in.

  Tommy crouches lower as he sees a launch approach …

  A high-ranking officer is helped up the ladder onto the mole.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  (salutes)

  Rear Admiral.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Commander. (To Colonel Winnant.) At ease, Colonel. How’s the perimeter?

  Colonel Winnant gestures towards the smoke-shrouded town –

  COLONEL WINNANT

  Shrinking every day. But between our rearguard and the French … we’re holding the line. And the enemy tanks’ve stopped.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Why?

  COLONEL WINNANT

  Waste precious tanks, when you can pick us off from the air, like fish in a barrel?

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  How long does London expect the army to hold out before we make terms?

  The Rear Admiral looks sharply at the idea.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Make terms? They’re not stopping here. We need to get our army back.

  The Rear Admiral points across the dark water …

  Britain’s next. Then the world.

  Commander Bolton puts his field glasses to his face.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Christ, you can almost see it from here…

  COLONEL WINNANT

  What?

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Home. (Turns to the town.) What about the French?

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Publicly, Churchill’s told them bras dessous. (Off look.) Arm in arm. Leaving together.

  COLONEL WINNANT

  And privately?

  REAR ADMIRAL

  We need our army back.

  COLONEL WINNANT

  How many men are they talking about?

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Churchill wants thirty thousand. Ramsay’s hoping we can give him forty-five.

  Commander Bolton looks out at the mass of humanity.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  There are four hundred thousand men on this beach, sir.

  Down below, Tommy takes this in. Every man for himself.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  We’ll just have to do our best.

  Bolton straightens up.

  COMMAND
ER BOLTON

  Right, this mole stays open at all costs.

  Bolton points at the funnel and masts of sunken ships.

  We’re in range of artillery from the west – anything else sinks out here, the mole’s blocked and we’re stuffed.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Can’t we load from the beaches?

  COLONEL WINNANT

  Better than standing out here when the dive bombers come.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Impossible.

  The Rear Admiral looks at the lines of men on the beaches.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  Too shallow.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Anything drafting more than three feet can’t get near. We don’t have enough small boats to ferry men out to the destroyers.

  The Rear Admiral nods.

  REAR ADMIRAL

  The mole it is, then, gentlemen.

  Cut to:

  EXT. MOONSTONE, ENGLISH CHANNEL – DAY

  Mr Dawson is on the bow, peering ahead. The distant smoke is closer, small shapes in the sky move above distant ships, accompanied by thunderous booms …

  Much nearer: a shape. A wreck. Upside down.

  Mr Dawson moves quickly down the yacht to the well and takes the helm, throttling back. He gestures for Peter to head to the bow.

  The Moonstone approaches the wreck. Bodies surround the overturned hull.

  Crouched on the hull – a Soldier.

  Mr Dawson reverses the screw, slowing to a crawl. Peter stares out at the Shivering Soldier.

  PETER

  Can you swim it?

  The Shivering Soldier stares back at Peter. Peter looks back at Mr Dawson.

  Can you get closer?

  Mr Dawson looks down the side of the boat, considers.

  MR DAWSON

  Can’t risk it!

  Mr Dawson turns to George.

  Take Peter a line.

  George grabs a coiled rope and heads up to the bow. Peter takes the rope from George –

  PETER

  I’ll throw you a line!

  The Shivering Soldier looks up at him, blank. Peter tosses the line. It hits the water several feet in front of the soldier who stares at it.

  Peter gathers the line, then tosses it again.

  The Shivering Soldier springs for it, grabbing it and hanging on as Peter and George reel him in, pulling him around to the stern ladder.

  He is too exhausted to make it up the ladder, so they grab his shirt, pulling him into the well.

  George grabs a blanket and puts it around the Soldier’s shoulders.

  Mr Dawson glances at the Soldier, then reverses from the wreck the way he came in, and steers wide around the visible portion of the wreck.

  Once the water ahead is open, Mr Dawson speeds up, heading again for the dark smoke of Dunkirk.

  Cut to:

  EXT. SKY ABOVE THE ENGLISH CHANNEL – DAY

  The two Spitfires arc around the wreckage of the ME 109 …

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier spots something –

  FARRIER

  Wreckage below.

  He heads low over the wreckage.

  COLLINS

  (over radio)

  More of the 109?

  Farrier banks, looking down, spots a half submerged tail – clearly RAF.

  FARRIER

  No, it’s Fortis Leader, over.

  COLLINS

  Do you think he got out?

  FARRIER

  Didn’t see a ’chute.

  Farrier straightens up. Considers.

  FARRIER

  Record his position, then set heading 128, height … one thousand, over.

  COLLINS

  Vector 128, angels 1. Understood.

  Farrier reaches forward, pushes the button by his fuel gauge … Nothing.

  The glass is cracked. He taps it with his glove. Nothing.

  FARRIER

  Fortis 2, what’s your fuel?

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 2 – CONTINUOUS

  Collins checks his gauge.

  COLLINS

  Fifty gallons, over.

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier takes this down with a grease pencil …

  FARRIER

  Keep letting me know – my gauge took a knock back there, over.

  COLLINS

  Should you turn back?

  Farrier methodically checks his other gauges and switches … checks the responsiveness of rudder, ailerons …

  FARRIER

  I’m confident it’s just the gauge.

  Farrier glances at his pencil mark, sets the bezel on his watch.

  He taps his gauge one more time. Nothing.

  Cut to:

  EXT. THE MOLE – EVENING

  Bolton watches the Rear Admiral motor away in his launch, the engine noise fading to be replaced by –

  A familiar, dreaded sound, building. Stukas.

  The men on the mole look up at the sky.

  From high above we see how trapped and exposed this line of men stretching a kilometer into the sea really is.

  Restless, the soldiers look behind and in front. There’s simply nowhere to go. The awful whine builds. Then changes pitch as the bombers go into their dive.

  BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! The bombs impact the sea either side of the mole. Soldiers crouch as low as they can –

  The onslaught is endless, terrible and inescapable.

  BOOM! A direct hit to the hospital ship –

  The Stukas have gone.

  Screams and shouts – people start jumping over the side of the hospital ship onto the mole …

  VOICES

  She’s going down! SHE’S GOING UNDER!

  Commander Bolton shouts at the men manning the lines.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  CUT HER LOOSE!

  The crew are jumping off the side, the burning ship is sinking.

  SUB-LIEUTENANT

  What about the wounded?

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  Cut her loose, and push her off! We can’t let her sink at the mole!

  The men cast her off and push her off. Crew members and orderlies leap from the deck into the water –

  The bow of the blazing, sinking ship drifts away from the mole.

  Tommy and Gibson pull soldiers up onto the beams of the mole.

  As the bow comes around, the stern scrapes along the wooden pilings, splintering them in its path –

  A flailing soldier is in its path, trying to swim free –

  The steel hulk is about to crush him –

  Tommy grabs him by the shoulders and yanks with all his might, pulling him clear just as the hull grinds against the wood. Tommy looks down on the breathless, wet soldier. The wet soldier focuses on Tommy.

  This is Alex. He nods thanks. Tommy nods back.

  Commander Bolton watches the ship slip down into the waves.

  Cut to:

  EXT. MOONSTONE, ENGLISH CHANNEL – DAY

  Mr Dawson is back at the helm. The Shivering Soldier sits in the well, blanket over his shoulders. Staring at the deck. George watches him, then leans forward.

  GEORGE

  Come below – it’s out of the wind.

  The Shivering Soldier glances at the companionway. Shakes his head.

  GEORGE

  Really – it’s warmer.

  George reaches out for the Shivering Soldier’s arm – who smacks it away –

  MR DAWSON

  Leave him, George.

  George looks up at the Commander.

  MR DAWSON

  He feels safer on deck. You would too if you’d been bombed –

  SHIVERING SOLDIER

  U-boat. It was a U-boat.

  PETER

  Get him some tea, George.

  George darts downstairs. Useful.

  Cut to:

  EXT. SKY OVER ENGLISH CHANNEL – DAY

  The two Spitfires head towards the massive black smoke ha
nging over the distant port of Dunkirk.

  There are many different ships and boats of all sizes in the water in front of them …

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 2 – CONTINUOUS

  Collins pushes the button to check the fuel gauge –

  COLLINS

  Forty gallons, Fortis 1, over.

  INT. COCKPIT, SPITFIRE 1 – CONTINUOUS

  Farrier instinctively looks at his gauge. Nothing.

  FARRIER

  Forty gallons, understood.

  Farrier pulls out a grease pencil and notes fuel and time.

  We’re about five minutes out – climb to two thousand.

  COLLINS

  (over radio)

  That’s more fuel.

  FARRIER

  I don’t want to get jumped again. Get some altitude, dive down on the bastards. Over.

  COLLINS

  (over radio)

  Understood. Angels two, over.

  Farrier pulls back on the stick –

  EXT. SKY OVER ENGLISH CHANNEL – CONTINUOUS

  The Spitfires rise gloriously into higher air …

  Cut to:

  EXT. THE MOLE – EVENING

  Commander Bolton looks over at the wet soldiers clinging to the understructure of the mole.

  COMMANDER BOLTON

  (out of shot)

  Right, Highlanders. Let’s find you another ship.

  The wet soldiers pull themselves to their feet …

  Tommy, watched by Alex, slips into the water, then pulls himself out, dripping. Gibson follows suit. Alex laughs at them … then helps them push into the group.

  They follow the wet soldiers up onto the mole, where Bolton’s men shepherd them onto a launch.

  EXT. LAUNCH – CONTINUOUS

  Tommy and Gibson make themselves inconspicuous among the Highlanders, eyes down.

  As the launch pulls away from the mole, Tommy glances back at the men lining the breakwater.

  The launch motors out of the harbour.

 

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