Wouldn't be on the first floor, would it?
Ambulance!
Yeah. Yeah, here you are, love. In 'ere.
It's the old fella.
He's collapsed on the couch.
Let's have a look at him, eh?
This is his grand-daughter.
You were here when this happened, were you?
Yeah, I just come in and found him on the couch.
What's his name?
Dave Carr. Dave!
Dave Carr Dave
Dave!
Dave
Is he gonna be all right?
Dave? Dave?
Dave？Dave？
No response there, Dave.
No response, yeah...
How's he doing, love?
He's okay at the moment so let's just keep our fingers crosse.
Does he have any other close relatives at all?
There's my mum. She lives in wales,
so, I mean, she doesn't see him often
Her and me dad have split up.
Paul, make the hospital. He's just gone on us, mate.
Oh, God! Have we lost him? Oh, God, Dot!
It's all right...
(THE MINER MORE PIT CLOSURES)
(The Socialist LABOURS' FIFTH COLUMN)
(SPANISH TROOPS REVOLT IN MOROCCO)
(THE DAILY wORKER)
(ALL INTO ACTION NOw! DEFEND SPANISH REPUBLIC!)
In February a coalition of socialist,
republican and other left wing parties
were victorious in the general election.
They proposed a series of democratic reforms.
The big landowners, industrialists,
churchmen and army officers
feared the growing power of the working class.
July 18th.
There was a ilitary uprising
led by the Fascist General Franco
against the democratically elected government.
Government supporters formed militias to defend themselves.
Organised by trades unions and political parties,
they went to fight for their democratic rights
against the Fascists.
This, this is... this is the...
one of the militias going to the Zaragosa front in, in Aragon.
You can see all the cars.
They've got the name of the workers' organisation...
because they've all been nationalised,
they've all been taken over by the workers.
That is the Union of, of the Railway workers.
This is the CNT...
the anarchists' union.
As you can see...
the support the whole of Barcelona is on the streets
but with very few guns.
Most people haven't got guns.
You can see young, old, men, women.
These are the fascists.
The General, the defenders of privilege.
And this is what they are doing to us.
They are killed and left there...
just for being trade unionists.
Every defeat for us is a defeat for you.
Every step that takes Franco closer to poser in Spain
also takes the fascists closer to power here.
If Franco wins the war...
it would be a major boost for fascists everywhere.
And before long, comrades...
they will drag all freedom-loving people
down to barbarism and, and war.
Comrades, whether Spanish or English, or American or Chinese
we are one class of people with the same aspiration...
the same hope for a just and equal society.
I want you to join with us...
make our fight your fight.
Let's come together...
let's come together...
Let's take up the slogan. No Pasaran.
They shall not pass. No Pasaran. No Pasaran.
No Pasaran.
No Pasaran.
You've got our support. We're right behind you.
We wanna fight.
No Pasaran.
Kit...
Kit
I'm going to go to Spain.
What, just like that you're going to Spain?
Well, not just like that but...
It'll take a while to organise.
I'll go to Barcelona, sort it out from there.
Why you? Why have you got to go?
Because I can.
I haven't got any kids or nothing. I mean, you know...
what am I doing here, Kit?
I'm on fifteen bob a week on the dole.
Y'know, there's millions of us, out of work.
I'm on, you know, demon-strations, hunger marches just...
I know. I've been there with you.
I know. But I want to do something.
And you can't do it here?
If we've got to do it, we've got to do it now.
We've got to stop them
otherwise it's not, it's going to be too late, Kit.
We'll have no future here.
I can't spare you.
Come here.
Dear Kit...
well I made it.
It was a bit tricky and the sea was rough.
I was glad to get off that ship.
But Larry, who smuggled me aboard, turned up trumps.
He got us ashore, in one piece, at Marseilles...
and put us on the road to Spain.
And then I hitched a lift in a couple of lorries to the border.
It seems there's no organisation here to help volunteers like me
you've just got to make your own way.
With no passport, crossing the frontier wasn't easy
and I had to walk across the Pyrenees.
I must have climbed for miles.
My boots are all shot to pieces and my feet are steaming.
I was scared stiff but we made it.
Would you like to sit down?
Would you like to sit down?
Madam, could you please move the chickens?
Now I'm in Spain
and everything is so bright it hurts your eyes.
I've 'copped' the train for Barcelona.
Maybe I'll see some action.