Flyboys
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2006
- 140 min
- $13,048,522
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NARRATOR:
With over a million casualtiesfrom the Battle of Verdun alone,
the death toll continues to climb.
Never before has the battlefield
been so vast
and never before has the fighting
been so gruesome.
Whether on the ground
or high, high in the skies above them,
millions of young soldiers continue to die
with no end in sight.
It seems as though the German aggressors
cannot be stopped as the Allied nations
valiantly fight to survive.
Hello, Blaine.
You're not gonna give me any problems,
are you?
Got no quarrel with you. Just that banker.
You broke up Sandford's face pretty good.
He's looking to see you in jail.
He had it coming.
I got a bench warrant for your arrest.
I'm gonna give you half an hour
before I serve it.
If I were you, I'd get out of town.
Way out of town.
NARRATOR:
Fear continues to grow thatwithout the United States' intervention,
France could soon fall.
Despite President Wilson's refusal
to enter the conflict,
some determined young Americans
have volunteered to join the fray anyway.
Using the latest in flying war machines,
airborne combat unit just for these Yanks.
From all over,
American boys are making their way
across the Atlantic to learn how to fly.
Good luck, son.
I'll try to bring home a couple of medals
like you and Grandpa.
We'll march together
in the 4th of July parade,
you'll see.
(SNIFFLING)
Don't worry, Mom. I got the Jensen blood.
Haven't made the bullet yet
that's stronger than that.
I'm gonna miss you so much.
Write me every day, okay?
CONDUCTOR:
All aboard!I will.
I'll be fine. Don't worry.
I love you, Laura.
(BELL RINGING)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
I'm gonna learn to fly airplanes.
SAILOR:
Come on, now.(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Thank you so much.
- Please take great care of them.
- Yes, sir.
Well, you should have
everything you need.
Thank you, Father.
I've made arrangements
to come to Paris in the fall.
- I may come and see you then.
- Yes, Father.
Buck up, my boy.
This noble conflict you're about to enter
is the kind of adventure
that can set one above the herd.
I suppose so.
Damn it, Briggs, have you no enthusiasm
for anything that might distinguish you?
It's quite enough
you've been dismissed from Harvard,
but your continuing lack of direction
has become an embarrassment.
It's time to do something
worthy of your name.
Have you nothing to say?
No, Father.
(BELL CLANGING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
They said we're supposed to go
to a place on 228 Rue Brion.
That's where we can buy
all our aviator clothes.
I can't understand a word on this map.
Hello? Does anybody here speak English?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Okay.
Brion. Rue Brion.
(WHISTLE SOUNDING)
Right there. Yeah.
Rue Brion. Do you see it?
Excuse me, sir? We're a little lost, and...
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Never mind.
(URINATING)
Oh, good Lord.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
On your right,
you've got the English squadron.
They fly the Bristol, the Sopwith
and the SE5As.
- This place is really something.
- Have you ever seen anything...
And here is the French detachment.
They fly Nieuport 11s.
(THENAULT SPEAKING FRENCH)
How many of you speak French?
(GIROUX SPEAKING FRENCH)
Our country has been at war since
we were first attacked three years ago,
and we have lost more than a million
of our young men.
(MEN SHOUTING)
on this conflict,
but you have bravely volunteered
to join the fight to preserve freedom.
All right, there is not much more to see,
so let's have eyes forward.
We do not expect you to win the war,
only to do what your conscience
commands and your courage allows.
You will train for two months,
then we'll see which one of you
becomes your squadron's first ace.
That'll be me.
- Who are you?
- Blaine Rawlings.
We arrive in uniform, Mr. Rawlings.
Yeah, I wasn't quite sure
how it all went together.
(SNICKERING)
I see.
So these are the new corpses, huh?
What's this?
We got cowpunchers coming over now?
Yeah, I done some cowboying.
You think a six-shooter's
gonna help you up there?
Well, whatever you were using
didn't seem to do you much good.
He's funny.
I may even come to his funeral.
The Captain bother to tell you
the life expectancy for pilots around here?
It's three to six weeks.
Let me guess, you're here because
you thought it'd be fun to fly airplanes.
Guy sure knows how to make friends.
All his friends are dead.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
We're here.
There we are.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
This is your quarters.
(WHISTLES)
Soon others from your country
will stay here as well.
I've never seen anything like this
back home. Have you?
As a matter of fact, I have.
Beats the hell out of the infantry.
Frenchies sure put on a nice war.
(CHUCKLING)
- Home sweet home.
- SKINNER:
My, oh, my.(CHUCKLES)
- Careful, you oaf!
- Hey, I'm sorry.
That's a 100-year-old bottle of cognac.
It's worth more than you are.
Nice.
Your benefactor, William K. Vanderbilt,
has rented this chteau for you.
(ROARING)
- MAN:
Oh, my God.- Rawlings, look out!
(MEN SHOUTING)
RAWLINGS:
Somebody help.Get this... Get. Get.
- Get.
- CASSID Y:
Whiskey. Come on, get off him.(GROWLING)
What's the matter there, cowboy?
Having a little trouble with the dogie?
Whiskey is our squadron mascot.
Follow me.
(STUTTERING)
Who keeps a lion as a pet?
Start over there.
I'll give you your room assignments.
Jensen and Toddman.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Room one.
Skinner and Lowry, room number three.
- Is there a problem?
It would be like sharing a room
with one of my servants back home.
Lowry, we'll put you in two with Beagle.
Rawlings, you'll go in three with Skinner.
If there are any further objections,
please take them up with Whiskey.
Okay.
I'll see you all at training
tomorrow morning at 6:30.
JENSEN:
Excuse me, sir?- Who rooms with the lion tamer?
- Cassidy?
He has 20 kills.
Twenty...
He gets a room on his own.
Let's get it over with.
You got any objection to rooming
with a colored man?
I don't know, you're the first one
I ever seen up close.
What have you heard?
I heard it's good luck to rub your head.
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Just telling you what I heard.
Rub my head.
- MAN:
Think the drinks are free for flyboys?- Maybe if it's water.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(MEN CHATTERING)
(MEN CHEERING)
Sorry, gentlemen.
I'm afraid I can't allow you entrance
into this fine establishment.
This respite is reserved for killers.
- You don't look like a killer to me.
- Don't I?
I thought we all are on the same side.
You shot down any Germans
I don't know about, chocolate?
- Not yet.
- Then move on, chaps.
Attaboy, fuzzy.
Did you slip there, killer?
CASSID Y:
Sit down, Grant.- I can take him.
- No, you can't.
He's a professional.
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