Flight World War II Page #6

- A missile? from an airplane?

No, I think is a surface to air.

- Will, I feel I mist tell you...

- Nigel, listen...

we're about one-hundred

miles from the Swiss border.

We want to give you a gift.

Our radar.

Think you can find us a drop site?

- Captain, Will, are you sure

you want to do that?

It is our only way

to find a clear path to a friendlier sky.

- Will, you should be somewhere

near Mets at the moment, correct?

- That's correct.

- We should be crossing over

Berlin-Bresel in ten minutes.

That's right.

I'm damn certain they're doing

this to intercept the radar

if you you'll be able

to make it your own.

- We'll make it.

- Then I have to sign off.

Ten minutes in the forest in German territory.

You can't miss it.

- We'll get it to you.

- Godspeed my friend.

Over and out.

- You heard him.

Ten minutes.

I'll have you and Gary heading down.

Take Hector and Theresa with you.

Cut the box out of the nose.

Buckle it with the screen.

Dale, we need to make

this plane get a smooth ride.

Make something that will make

it survive a drop about a a few thousand feet.

Ok...

- Ah, Sheffield.

- You must listen to me. We can't

make another attempt to target them.

We have to help them get to safety.

- Nigel, we've talked about

what would happen...

- They're going to give

us their radar system

Air drop it to us. The only

way we can get it is if you call off the bloody attacks.

- Corporal, call off all service air strikes immediately! immediately!

- Yes, sir!

- Are these your bags?

Do you have anything we may

be able to use as a... a parachute?

- I'm looking for anything we can use

as some sort of parachute.

- I think... I think I can help.

I picked these up for grand kids.

I mean, they leave in London.

- Thank you so much.

- Get a bag.

- Alright.

Tie it to the zippers.

- Hey Daniel.

How to power?

- I need a USB battery.

Does anyone have one?

- I have one.

- I... I have one.

- Alright. You got it all in there?

Got it. Let's go.

Let's go!

Go, go, go!

- Bennett!

Made it ten thousand feet.

Let her rip!

- Roger that, captain!

One... two... three!

Captain, the package is in the air!

I repeat, the package is in the air!

- Nigel, the package is away.

- brilliant.

We're sending troops to capture it now.

- Were gonna start climbing now!

- Leave double time.

Our code breaker is

hearing a lot of chatter.

You're gonna have company very soon.

- Go. let's get out! come on

guys, out.

- Bush! Now!

- Nigel! We don't have much time!

How's the positioning looking?

- It should be here in any moment.

Just hold on.

- Go kid go!

- Will, we've got the package.

It's en route.

- It's on route to you?

- I'm the closest radio

operator to the drop site.

- Nigel!

You are our guardian angel.

- Look out!

- Bloody hell, you found it!

Will, we have the radar.

- Great work, Nigel. Now work fast.

We're almost out of fuel.

We need eyes in the sky... now!

- Uh...

There!

scanning the skies now.

Uh... Ok

Captain.

Turn yourself easten to Heathrow now!

- Are you sure, Nigel?

- Yes, I'm sure. Now move!

Sh*t! I can't shake them!

- Right oh! Let's shoot these bastards

out of the sky.

- It really is World War II. It

just could not be anything else.

- Where did the fire come from?

- Oh, my college arrived.

- nigel, you beautiful bastard.

- You were right. It

really is 1940.

- Yes, of course it is.

We should have clear skies.

I'll direct you to a safe landing.

I...

can't be certain I'm reading

this correctly,

It's a rather large... blip up front.

- Is it another airplane?

Should we reroute?

- Um... it appears to be stationary.

You should be able to see it.

it's there ahead.

What are you seeing, gentlemen?

- it's that vortex.

The one that brought us here.

It's the same one!

We have to go through.

We've got about ten minutes, Nigel!

- Still trying to head a suitable

landing site for you within range.

- Well, all I know is the thing

that brought us here.

We can't make it to a safe landing in 1940.

As much as I hate to admit it,

this is your best option.

- ladies and gentlemen,

things are going to be bumpy again.

I want to thank you for your patience

persistence, and your faith

in the last few hours.

I'm proud of each and every one of you.

- That felt like a goodbye.

- We'll find out in a few minutes.

Nigel.

I can't thank you enough

for everything you've done.

- That's what allies do, captain.

- Take care of yourself.

- You do the same, captain.

You and everyone of flight 42.

- Here we go!

- Flight IA 42, Jesus Christ,

where did you go?

We got you almost direct over Germany.

We're flying on vapors.

We got to land now.

- IA-42 this is TXL tower.

We're clearing the pattern and

sending out emergency equipment.

IA-42, the roadways are clear.

Bring her in.

- We're out of fuel!

- OK...

Let's glide this baby

- IA-42, choose a runway at your discretion.

They are all clear. Bring her in.

- Drop the flaps.

Gear down.

Pressed early.

He pressed early, that's right.

There she goes.

TXL...

This is flight 42.

We have touched down

safe and sound.

- copy that, flight IA-42.

Welcome to Berlin.

- TXL?

- What year is it?

- I like your sense of humor, captain.

Welcome back.

- I love Germany.

- This Germany.

- That's everyone.

There's one more gentleman

in the back, though.

- I'll take a look. You go.

- Excuse me sir.

it's time to go now.

- Oh, just one more moment, captain, I'm...

just finishing something up here.

Terribly sorry to

have kept you waiting, but

I'm ready now.

As they say, there's no

time like the present.

Shall we go?

Thank you.

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