The phone rings. PC Bellew has an urgent phone call.
It’s the sergeant. There’s a fire, a very big one. He is needed there. But, just as the sergeant tells him where the fire is, the line cuts. Desperately, he puts on his helmet and heads out.
There is chaos and turmoil on the streets. The fire brigade are doing their best to control the population and the flames. As PC Bellew approaches the fire area, a fireman comes and orders him back.
“I have direct orders from the Sergeant, I need to get there. I need to help him.”
“Get back! No written orders, no access!”
PC Bellew goes back, knowing he can’t argue with that man. He tries to go around, through another road. This time he is allowed through. He rushes towards the police station, not knowing where else to look. He is too late. Way too late.
The firemen present explain that there was no saving the policemen inside. The Sergeant is dead. PC Bellew looks around, for some comfort, he can’t help but feel it is his fault. He spots the Sergeant’s wife.
“Why didn’t you save him? You should have been here sooner! You’re a murderer!” She shouts at him.
As he tries in vain to formulate a response, the rest of the building crumbles, bringing down the flats next to it.
The whole town, still aflame, blames PC Bellew for the misfortune. He runs back to his flat, trying to hide, not to get lynched by the angry mob.