Battle of Britain Page #5
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- Year:
- 1969
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for all the use they are.
We were up, sir.
Trying to knock out
the enemy en masse.
But it takes time to assemble 40
or 50 aircraft at 15,000 feet.
It takes far too long.
By the time
your Big Wing is up...
the enemy have hit their targets
and are on their way home.
All that matters is to shoot
them down in large numbers.
I'd rather destroy fifty after
they've hit their targets...
than ten before.
my airfields, Leigh-Mallory...
and you're not getting fifty.
You're not even getting ten.
Gentlemen, you're missing
the essential truth.
We're short
of two hundred pilots.
Those we have are tired,
strained...
and all overdue for relief.
We're fighting for survival.
Losing.
We don't need a big wing
or a small wing.
We need pilots.
And a miracle.
Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night, sir.
- Good night, sir.
And now, over to
the Savoy Hotel, London...
for dance music
until midnight...
with Carrol Gibbons
You look a damn sight better
out of uniform.
Hardly remember you
out of yours.
And who's fault's that?
For God's sake, not again.
Look, damn it,
my squadron's come south.
You just apply
for that posting!
Colin, no!
All right, agreed!
Taboo subject tonight.
Old wafs.
You really think
we're solemnly going...
to get into these
ridiculous garments?
Not at this stage, surely.
I'm shy.
Oh, Maggie, come on.
It's just...
I am shy.
Honestly.
I'll put out the light.
No, Colin!
No, it's not just bed, it's us!
It's you.
And me.
You and me.
We should have been over target
nine minutes ago.
The wind has veered.
So where are we?
Where is London?
Far back in the south-west.
Good. Then get rid of the bombs
and let's go home.
Colin.
I will put in
for that posting.
Promise.
That's their bombs!
They're bombing London!
It isn't funny! Cut it out!
Too damn close.
Colin, I promise.
I promise.
Attacks on London
are strictly forbidden.
This order you know as well
as I do, Major Brandt.
These attacks
may only be flown...
on the specific order
of the Fuehrer.
I regret, gentlemen...
that this is now
completely out of my hands.
By order
of Vice Marshal Goering...
you two are to report
to Berlin to testify.
Thank you.
Major Brandt?
Flying Officer Froedl.
Please follow me.
Would you believe it?
Don't they know
there's a blackout?
You know what Goering said:
"If ever a bomb falls
on Berlin...
- "you may call me Meier."
- Hmm.
You are to report to Colonel
Schroeder at 9 A.M. Sharp.
This car will take you
to your quarters...
and you are to remain there.
"As from today,
we are called Meier."
Last night, bombs were dropped
on Berlin by the British.
So be it.
That is a game
at which two can play.
If the R.A.F. Drops
three, four...
five thousand kilograms of bombs
on Germany in one night...
then in one night we shall drop
three hundred...
four hundred, five hundred,
five thousand on England!
When they attack our cities,
we will flatten theirs.
Then we will obliterate them!
The hour will come
when one of us must crack.
It will never be
National Socialist Germany!
Never! Never!
The English are wondering.
They keep asking,
"Why doesn't he come?"
Be patient. Patience.
We are coming.
We are coming!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Attention!
Reichsmarschall, I welcome you
in the name of...
It's all right, Kesselring.
Thank you, thank you.
Ah, Osterkamp,
everything all right?
Yes, sir.
Then it can begin.
- Come with me, Kesselring.
- Yes.
Don't stand around
like a bunch of pigs!
Fall in!
I'll let the lot of you
swim over the Channel!
Attention!
In the ditch! March!
Get off the road!
Attention!
There they come.
If we lose the war now...
they'll tear our arses asunder.
Arrow to Rabbit Leader.
Vector 1-6-0.
Bandits one hundred plus.
Angels 1-5.
Bandits one hundred plus. Over.
Rabbit to Arrow.
I can't see them.
But they must be there.
Well, come have a look
for yourself then.
Nothing, I repeat, nothing.
Group, please.
Everything we've got,
and get them moving.
They've caught us this time.
They're turning northwest.
It looks like London.
It's London, all right...
and we've got everything up
covering airfields.
Where is the Royal Air Force?
- Messerschmidt.
- Iron Corps.
Messerschmidt!
No, they ain't.
They're Iron Corps.
Five seconds.
Away!
Away!
The pressure's dropping again.
This is as far
as I can get, lad.
Down at the end there,
by that car.
- Hey, no you don't.
- What do you mean?
There's a thousand-pounder
down there...
and it's not gone off.
If you're looking
for somebody...
they're all down
at the church hall.
They got the Rose 'n' Crown.
He'll have to drink
at the Red Lion now.
If they'll have him.
How bloody stupid can you get?
I spend half a leaf seeing you
all safe in the country...
and you bring her back
to all this.
I'm sorry, it's just
we missed everyone.
You're all going back.
Dad, have you finished it?
Have you got it?
Thank you.
There's a family
trapped in Shaw Street.
Can we have
some more volunteers?
I'll be back, luv.
Stop that bloody bell!
It came more from the back.
Not real Spitfires.
They couldn't land here.
You'll see in a minute.
Only officers fly Spitfires.
You're not a fighter pilot.
What about your top button?
Anybody can do that.
T-5? What's that?
They're a training
squadron, sir.
The Poles.
Get them out of it.
Get them down.
Blackhawk Leader,
vector 2-3-0...
and return to base
immediately. Over.
Blackhawk Leader.
Received and understood. Out.
Blackhawk Leader to "A" flight.
Turn to port and steer 2-3-0.
Germans! Germans, on the right!
- I don't see! Where?
- Down there on the right!
I see the Jerries. I see!
Stop that Polish chatter
and steer 2-3-0.
Repeat, please.
I say again, 2-3-0.
Repeat, please.
For crying out loud, 2-3-0!
- Repeat, please.
- Repeat, please.
Now, just shut up,
the lot of you, and follow me...
unless you're blind
as well as...
Oh, God's truth.
Shut up!
Silence, in Polish!
Get out quickly!
One, the R.A.F.
Is not a flying circus.
Two, strict R.T. Procedure
will be observed at all times.
And it is never... repeat,
never... to be used...
Finally, and God alone
knows why...
I've received
the following signal.
"Congratulations. As of today,
this squadron is operational."
Signed, "Keith Park...
"Air Vice Marshal,
A.O.C. 11 Group."
We also have the second
Polish squadron, sir.
All right.
Make them operational.
And the Canadians?
And the Czechs.
We need them all.
Looks like London again, sir.
Yes.
And there's nothing
we can do about it.
But if Goering
should concentrate...
on London by day...
it's another matter.
If it means he leaves
my airfields alone...
I shan't complain.
Even a few days would
give me the chance...
to get back to full strength.
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