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Hewitt:
[Archie's been drinking, ordered by Barker to go to his quarters, but stops to talk to Hewitt - this is after the 'likewise' part] Who the hell do you think you are, sir?

[Hewitt stands up from the table]

Archie Bunting:
I'll tell you who the hell I think I am, sir! I'm Squadron-Leader Blotto, Squadron-Bleeding Hunter, Hunt, Blunt, Something! I'm a pilot, sir, and a damn good one. I bid you goodnight.

[Archie turns and leaves the bar knocking into something]

[Hewitt sits down looking at Archie as he stumbles out]

Group Captain Barker:
[Getting two whiskeys from the barman] Thank you, George.

[Walks over to join Hewitt with the drinks]

Hewitt:
That Bunting guy, does he always drink that way?

Group Captain Barker:
Hm? Oh no, no, no. Usually, he has to be carried out.

Hewitt:
Doesn't that worry you?

Group Captain Barker:
Sometimes, yes. But then I understand it. I understand them all. I mean, look at them Jack.

[Camera pans over to Archie's squadron, drinking, talking and laughing]

Group Captain Barker:
They're just lads. We taught them how to kill before they've learnt how to shave. And most of them believe that their next sortie will be their last one. So no, I'm not unduly worried about their future health. A drink makes more sense than a pension.

[Hewitt smirks in partial understanding]

Group Captain Barker:
Take that incident today. Archie believed that your chaps were being attacked by enemy aircraft. As far as he was concerned, he was a lone fighter facing ten, maybe fifteen Messerschmitts.

Hewitt:
That's all very well, but...

Group Captain Barker:
He still went in, Jack. He still went in. Now couldn't we pass this whole thing off as an honest mistake? I mean nobody can prove there weren't enemy planes in the area because our radar was down. But you could very well easily say, Bunting escorted your squadron home and that would be the end of it. What do you say, Jack? Eh?

Hewitt:
Well, I'll think about it Cyrill. I'm promising nothing.

Group Captain Barker:
Thank you, Jack. I appreciate that. Bunting may come across as a bit of a, a bit of a wild egg, but I know one thing. If I give that man an order he will follow it. Regardless of the consequences.

[Archie drives off on his motorbike after Barker ordered him to walk home]

Group Captain Barker:
Of course he's ex-grammar school which doesn't help!.