INT. FRUIT AND WOOL EXCHANGE - NIGHT 104 104

We see an accordion, its lungs being squeezed, old fingers pressing the keys. It’s the anthem My Old Man. A chorus of EAST END VOICES, men and women, young and old, all singing in harmony. People sit and lie haphazardly looking up at the improvised stage that has been prepared. A chuffed Mickey observes as the sing-along slowly gathers momentum. We hear the murmuring of violence from above - bombs exploding and anti-air craft fire. The room shudders as soot and dust fall from the beams on the impact of each explosion. Jack stands looking up at the ceiling, conflicted. He should be out there, saving lives. A MOTHER bounces a BABY on her lap. An OLD WOMAN waves a frail hand as she sings. Everyone is intent on being heard. The music brings a sense of hope to this place of hopelessness and fear. Jack watches Rita sitting with Betty, holding her close, softly singing along. Rita gives him a look of despair, he knows she’s thinking of George.