Battle of Britain Page #4
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- 1969
- 132 min
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We are destroying...
as many planes on the ground
as in the air.
Thank you, Schmidt.
On the desk, please.
Reichsmarschall Goering
will certainly be interested...
in my report.
To date, almost 300 planes
have been destroyed.
Almost half the entire British
fighter force, gentlemen.
The Colonel can report
what he pleases.
The fact remains...
that our bombers continue
to be intercepted.
Because the English are now
bringing in their reserves.
As from tomorrow, we'll increase
our attacks on these airfields.
And five Luftwaffes will attack
the north and north-east.
But that is outside the range
of our fighters, Colonel.
Also outside the range
of the English fighters.
Not even a Spitfire can be in the
north and the south... at the same time
How far are we from the coast?
Everybody, Action Stations.
Tomato Heinz to all.
Tomato Heinz to all.
Another ten minutes to target.
All ready at Fighter Stations.
Another ten minutes
to target. End.
Look! Spitfire!
Help yourself, everybody.
There's no fighter escort.
Soapbox Leader, break it off.
Home and tea.
For once you deserve it.
Well done, everybody.
Heinkel, three-second burst.
Starboard engine.
Ruddy great flamer.
Any identification marks?
Yellow stripes on the wings.
Wing leader. See it go down?
Did I? Nyaow... plunk!
Hmm. Graham and Jack
will confirm your story.
That's three of you who got him.
1/3 of a kill, laddie, 1/3.
Sir.
- What did you hit?
- A Heinkel.
- Anyone see mine go in?
- Didn't know you were with us.
Well done, Peter.
Only 1/3 of a one, sir.
Oh, that's better than nothing.
I used to blast away
and never hit a sausage.
One thing though...
What's that, sir?
It takes us two years
Suppose your controls
had been damaged.
What would've happened
You'd have been spread
all over the damn field...
like strawberry jam.
Never again. Clear?
Yes, sir.
Something to make Stuffy's day.
The old man's just gone down
to the OPs room with Sasha.
Final figures
of the northern raids...
twenty-three without loss.
Jolly good.
I'll show it to him.
Right.
We're getting 6 volunteer pilots
from Coastal Command...
and from
the Fleet Air Arms, sir...
five from each of the Fairday
battle squadrons...
and three from
army cooperation.
That's thirty, is it?
Not enough.
We lost that many yesterday.
And the air staff hesitate
to weaken the light bombers...
in case of invasion, sir.
We need pilots now.
What about the foreign squadrons
under training?
Czechs, Poles?
I know your feelings about
the language difficulties.
They don't understand a word
that's said over the air.
They're a menace
to themselves and us.
I'll try and cut more corners
off the training program.
Pilots are doing well...
enemy losing
at the rate of two to one...
then he can afford to, can't he?
Never sends more than half
his bombers at one time.
We must find more pilots...
or lose.
Begin. This is off speed.
Check 5-0-1 back
at ready desk...
I think you ought
to see this, sir.
Thank you.
Air raid warning.
Sector Three Red.
Rabbit Squadron.
Tallyho, tallyho, Red Section.
We'll take the rear starboard.
Yellow, you take the port.
Yellow-1 Wilco.
Tallyho, Yellow.
Amaliel, keep your eyes open
for the Red Squad.
Rabbit Leader, Red-3,
you're on those bastards...
Six o'clock high.
Coming down now.
Roger, Red-3. I see them.
Rabbit, brave right and climb.
Behind you, Andy! On your tail!
Get out, Andy!
Jump!
Hurry up! Out!
All out!
Don't any of you Joes
talk English?
Corporal!
Sir!
Where are you taking
those vultures?
Officers to the mess,
ensigns to the guard room, sir.
Like hell you are. They're
responsible for all that.
- Get them to clear it up.
- But what about the officers?
Give them a bloody shovel.
Come on, step with it!
Skipper hates Jerries.
He'll hate me if you don't
get that gun repaired.
Then wrap up this little lot.
Only eight for the morning?
Got to do better than that.
Five are write-offs.
and two are missing, sir.
Mr. Anthony and Sergeant Moore.
And these two
are hundred-hour checks.
They've been at it
for 48 hours solid, sir.
I know.
Where the hell have you been?!
Learning to swim.
- Do your best, Blaine.
- Roger.
You get one?
All I got was a bellyful
of English Channel.
When are you going to learn?
I didn't know they were there.
Never fly straight and level...
for more than thirty seconds
in the combat area.
How many times have I told you?
Come on, I'll give you a lift.
I'd rather walk, sir.
Cut out the "sir."
You called your wife?
All right, boy. Get in.
Here you are, sir.
Thank you.
It's ridiculous!
We go up four
or five times a day...
and every time we come down,
more potholes.
There are more potholes until we
can't bloody well get in a door.
We'll get this place
operational again.
You won't. Not until
someone decides...
What flaming genius
thought of sending us...
to that dump of a flying club?
Don't blame me.
Direct orders from group.
Park himself.
It's not a bad little field.
I've seen it. Damp tents...
full of dead flies.
At least you won't have
I don't blame them.
How much longer, Hobbes?
The engine's overheating,
and so am I.
or blow up.
Which do you want?
Hostile 1-6, reconfirm, please.
Need some more
Yellow sevens, Flight.
This is R-29,
now forty plus. 1-5.
Yes. 2-6 and 4-1 detected, sir.
7 Squadron's airborne, sir.
Thank you. Let 12 Group know.
And make sure they know...
they're protecting
my airfields while they're up.
- They have been told, sir.
- Tell them again.
Pine Tree Leader,
this is Turkey Control.
Vector 1-9-2.
I have some trade for you
over Maidstone.
Turkey Control,
Pine Tree Leader.
Roger 1-9-0.
Pine Tree, this is Turkey.
Twenty plus bandits
Roger, Turkey Control.
Indiana left.
Making low level attack.
Roger. I see you.
I'm breaking left to attack.
My God!
Fighters coming down now!
Fire speed. Break.
Break!
On your tail, Jamie.
Enemy aircraft
approaching, sir.
Coming straight for us.
Flying course, 21st.
I'm taking cover.
Tin hats, everybody.
That should damn well
never have happened.
- Where the hell is 12 Group?
- They were requested, sir.
They're nowhere in sight.
Find out what the devil
they think they're playing at.
They just fell on us.
They got my number two
and the C.O.
You saw Canfield go down?
It blew up.
Just blew up.
- Bad as we thought?
- Worse.
Kenley and Biggenor
are shambles again...
and the rest
are not much better.
God knows how many aircraft
we'll have in the morning.
All because 12 Group
didn't do their stuff.
Leigh-Mallory
and his so-called Big Wings.
Might as well stay on the ground
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