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It won't take off, will it?

Don't worry,

not while I'm around.

Now what?

Take hold of the joystick.

- This thing here? - See how it moves.

This is how we turn left,

and right...

Look at the wings.

This is how we dive.

And this...

What's it doing?

Hey! It's...

This is how we climb, Hanichka.

Aren't we going too high?

All the way

to heaven.

Slama,

is that all you've done today?

He's not well, Sir.

Come with me.

Sit down and write:

"Dear Family"

comma,

"Do not send me any more food parcels"

"as I am not doing my job properly."

Sign it!

Sir, let him be. He has a fever.

Mind your own business, Machaty!

Back to your place!

Back to your place!

Franta...

Back to your places!

What's your name?

Franta Slama.

Vilda Houf, sign painter.

In here for my appendix.

Look!

Locked up for stealing State property!

Some pots of paint.

Why are you here?

Pneumonia.

I mean, why did they lock you up?

I flew for the RAF. In England.

I see!

Let there be no mistake.

This is a forced-labor camp.

You are educated men so you know what it means.

Our "amnesty" cart.

It has only one route to the cemetery and back.

The only amnesty you're ever going to know...

Lie on your side. Better than on your back.

- Did you see that? - What?

The tattoo on his arm.

He's an SS man.

You're kidding!

They're in the kitchen too.

You're in here with SS men?

So are you.

But I didn't fight against them.

There you go.

I did.

You know how you fly, Voytishek?

- A bit wild? - No.

- Too much throttle? - No.

I give up.

Like a natural.

Really?

Where's my dog? Anyone seen my dog?

She ran to the hangar.

Of course, Gregora's stuffing her with salami again.

Give me the hangar.

Line your pants gents Tomorrow you're flying solo.

- Hangar. - You got my dog there?

- Yes, Sir. - Put her on the phone.

What? On the phone?

That's what I said.

Take a look, gentlemen.

Barcha, come here!

She's on the line.

Barcha! Where did I tell you to wait?

That's all,

gentlemen.

Dismissed The show's over.

Barcha... Good girl...

Ssh.

My Papa!

Barcha. Her Papa!

Silence! Adolf Hitler speaks.

You're the one we've been waiting for, bastard!

Not you!

Quiet!

- You know what my mother said? - What?

I'll end up marrying Kanka.

That lollipop-man down there?

- He'll be completely bald soon - But he's set his sights on me.

And you think I haven't?

Quiet! My parents!

- Think they don't know? - Know what?

- That we're in love - Of course they know,

but not that I let you love me so... deeply!

What's that?

- That's him - Who?

Kanka, of course.

He serenades me every night to touch my heart.

Hanichka.

I'm coming, Papa Just a minute!

Hanichka, please open the door!

Papa...

- Good evening. - Captain!!

Mr. Pechar, let me explain...

They're repeating it over and over.

At six a.m. On March fifteenth

the Armed Forces of the German Reich

will begin occupying our country.

Any resistance will be met

with brutal retaliation.

I'm sorry.

Cry all you want. Who wouldn't?

All units will be disarmed.

No aircraft, military or civilian,

are to leave their bases.

Turn it off!

Cut the engine!

I'm taking it to Poland. We can't let them have it!

Pilot Officer, switch off your engine now!

Didn't you hear the order?

Yes, but I didn't like it.

Nobody's asked your opinion. Get out!

Why d'you think the others aren't taking off?

Because it's suicide

in this weather!

You'll crash into the first hill!

I know.

Everything is conspiring against us.

England, France, the weather,

even my back,

everything.

We should tell our men the Poles will need pilots,

ground crews too,

because Poland is next in line.

Nothing official.

Volunteers.

Preferably,

single men.

They're here.

Slama, please take over I can't move.

Let's call it an order.

Yes Sir.

Good morning gentlemen. Ober-Lieutenant Hesse!

It's my duty to take over this airfield.

Our commanding officer, Wing-Commander Skokan

is physically indisposed.

I'm in charge.

Lieutenant Slama.

This whole army seems "physically indisposed".

What a lovely map!

So, yesterday we were here.

We had a good look at your famous defenses.

Abandoned without a shot?

As a soldier, I can't understand it.

Sir, kindly do your duty

and respect the honor of soldiers

who have been forced to do theirs.

Keep your shirt on. Just a little joke.

Now, I'd like to see the planes.

Gentlemen!

The keys, please.

All right boys, let's go.

I can imagine how you must feel.

A German officer would put a bullet in his head.

But you are... a little different,

aren't you?

Pilot Officer Voytishek!

I've got a spare seat.

Thank you, but I'll stick with the boys.

You're taking it too personally.

How else! I felt like throwing up in the hangar.

We carried out an order.

Now we can go home, take off our uniforms,

and take it personally.

How long will it take you to pack?

Me?

No time at all.

Don't forget to brush out her ears.

Thistles get stuck in there.

She'll be grateful.

And in winter ice forms on these hairs between her pads.

They hurt her, so you have to cut them out.

But I'll be back well before then.

She'll listen to me?

Of course. She knows you're a part of me.

What's this?

In case you come back at night and the house is locked.

Thank you.

You don't have any documents on you? In case we're searched?

No, Mr. Slama.

Good.

And call me Franta.

And you can call me Karel.

I know.

I don't know how to put it...

Sir, I mean Franta...

but I do have some documents

I'd like to take with me.

What are they?

No, forget it, I'll get rid of them. You'd only laugh at me.

No, I won't. Promise.

Let's see them.

Horses?

That's only camouflage. There's worse.

She's my only girl.

I'd rather not part with her.

Your only girl?

- Then you should keep her. - Thanks.

Sir,

I mean Franta! Look!

Oh God!

Barcha, you mustn't do this.

Go home.

Go home!

Back to Hanichka.

Go home!

Go or I'll hit you!

What's she doing?

She keeps turning around but she is going back.

Direction, one-two-zero, speed four-five-zero.

Permission to take off.

Blue Leader, Roger,

direction one-two-zero speed two-five-zero.

Three planes, type Messerschmitt at one o'clock.

Do you see them?

I can't see sh*t.

Shut up!

We don't see them, Sir.

Are you maintaining your speed?

Yes, Sir.

We're pedaling like maniacs.

This is stupid. I'm knackered!

You should see them by now!

We see them. Telly Ho!

What's going on?

- Behind you! - Break left!

You bastards. Why don't you let us fly!

We are going to repeat the whole exercise.

OK Roger.

- What's he saying? - Get up. We're doing it again.

No! To hell with this! It's not what I came here for!

On your bikes!

Do not inflate it all at once.

That dinghy has been folded flat

and you've been sitting on it for a long time

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