Hell's Angels
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1930
- 127 min
- 302 Views
We are good.
Ah!
Ja! Wunderbar!
Look at that, Karl.
Well, Roy, you seem
to like my country.
Like it?
I think it's marvelous.
Say, I wish we were staying here
two years instead of just two weeks.
But you know, Karl, it does sound funny
hearing you call it "your country. "
I keep forgetting
you're not English.
Oh, sometimes I...
Well, I feel almost English myself.
Well, that's natural. After all,
you can't be at Oxford three years...
without feeling
slightly British.
I wish Helen were here.
After all you've said about her,
I don't blame you.
Your brother is not coming
today, Herr Rutledge?
Oh, yes, he'll be along soon, Gretchen.
Nothing can keep Monte away from this good beer.
Nothing except
a good-looking woman.
Jawohl.
That brother of yours,
he's a naughty boy,
but I like him.
He has a way with them,
hey, Gretchen?
You, you don't know
half of it.
Another conquest for Monte.
Yes. I don't know why he wants to
mess about with every woman he meets.
Yeah, but you have Helen.
I'm not at all sure.
I'm not half good enough for
her. She must be a wonderful girl.
Oh, she is.
She's marvelous.
You'll have to meet her
when we get back to Oxford.
- I'd like to.
- Would you like to see what she looks like?
Yes. I didn't know you had a photograph
of her. Yeah, and neither does Helen.
I took it myself when she
wasn't looking. Really?
Oh.
Stunning, isn't she?
Why, she's marvelous.
Cheerio, you blighters.
Hello, it's Monte.
Meet the countess. Step up,
gents, to the one and only...
Now, Monte, don't, please.
Oh, it's all right.
understand a word of English. No?
Gretchen!
Ja!
Found her at the museum.
Yeah, she's a work of art, all
right. You should have left her there.
Shh! Quiet!
I say, Monte, why do you
bring around this sort?
Bring her? Good heavens,
I can't get rid of her.
Go home, will you?
Go home.
You see, I'm stuck.
Hello. Who's the dowager?
That's Helen.
Oh. But, of course, that's only a
snapshot. Wait till you meet her.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Go away!
I say. This is getting serious.
I've got to get rid of her.
Oh, you know, I have a very important
engagement in just 15 minutes.
I say, you chaps, be... be
sporting and take her off my hands.
But after all, Monte... We may be
sporting, but we're not feeble-minded.
Well, you can do what you
please with her. I'm going.
Hey, listen, Monte...
Auf Wiedersehen.
Here, just a minute now.
Please.
Leave her to me.
I'll get rid of her.
Please. Yes.
Ja.
Nein. Nein. Nein. Nein.
Roy! No! Roy!
Pretty boy,
you please me very much.
What's that?
It is nothing. I am not at home
And he is away
on army business.
He will not be home for hours.
So, you see...
Charming.
But really, I-I say
you mustn't think that...
Your name?
My name is, uh,
Rutledge, sir.
You are stopping in Munich?
At the Hotel Bayrischer Hof, sir.
My seconds
will call on you later.
But I say you...
There is nothing further
to discuss.
Sailing, sailing
over the bounding main
Where many a wintery wind shall blow
'ere Jack comes home again
Hello. Where you going?
Sailing, sailing England.
England? Why, we're not
going back for 10 days.
What's wrong?
Baron Von Kranz.
Who's he?
Oh, he's just a friend of mine.
Really?
Quite a social success, aren't you?
How do you meet these barons?
Well, unfortunately,
I met this one through his wife.
And this means... A duel. Can you imagine it?
Running away?
Oh, don't be an ass. Roy.
You don't expect me to go through with a farce
like this. It's the only thing you can do.
Oh, there you go again. I suppose when a
woman's no good and her husband finds it out,
I've got to get shot, just because
it's the honorable thing to do.
Well, what do you think people
will say? You'll never live it down.
What do I care
what people say?
Well, you can talk all you like,
Monte, but you can't walk out like this.
Can't I?
Good-bye.
See you at Oxford.
Hello, Roy.
Hello, Karl.
Well, what's up?
Where's Monte?
He's gone to England.
England?
Well, what's the matter?
Oh, nothing.
But I say...
Herr Rutledge?
Herr Rutledge?
Yes?
Von Richter.
Von Schlieben.
We represent
Colonel Baron Von Kranz.
Yes.
Have you chosen your second?
According to custom, we have
selected the time and place.
You have the choice of weapons.
What is your choice?
What is this?
Golden Aue.
Why, that's a famous
dueling place near here.
It says at 4:
00tomorrow morning.
4:
00 in the morning.Well, how did this happen?
I- I'm sorry, Karl. I- I lost my
temper with one of your officers.
But, Roy... Say, Karl, do
you know how to be a second?
Wait here, Roy.
Bitte.
Good luck, Roy.
Did you ever see a lassie
a lassie, a lassie
Did you ever see a lassie
go this way and that
Hey, will you cut it out?
Hey, did anybody
see my green socks?
Check in the garbage.
Hello there, Roy.
Hello, Elliot. Glad to see you.
I'm certainly glad to see you back.
Thank you.
And where's your German accent?
Well, I couldn't get it
past the Custom officials.
Oh, I say, what have
you done to your arm?
Oh, nothing. It's just a little
scratch. I was hunting in Germany.
I'll see you at dinner?
Righto.
Good.
See you later.
Why aren't you getting dressed?
Aren't you coming to meet Helen?
Oh, yes, but don't remind me of it.
Don't be foolish. She expects us for tea.
Tea? Listen, it'll do you
good to meet a nice girl.
Oh, well, all right,
but first we've gotta get you dressed.
Say, we've gotta get him dressed.
He's going to see his girl.
Now, now, wait a minute, now.
Listen, I've gotta have my shirt!
Wait a minute. L... Listen,
I'm old enough to dress myself!
No, you're not.
Will you cut it out?
Say, listen, will you pl...
Will you...
Hey, my green socks!
Is Helen in? Miss Helen is not at home, sir.
She's expecting us.
Would you care to wait?
Yes, thank you.
Fine reception.
Oh.
Roy, maybe she's forgotten.
Not Helen.
She's not that sort.
Oh.
Roy, I feel sick.
- Monte, will you sit down?
- Oh, I've got an awful headache.
I think I'll go to the chemist
and get something for it. Monte.
- Roy!
- Helen!
Oh, terribly sorry.
Mother's fault. Shopping.
I simply flew
My, isn't it hot?
You shouldn't have hurried so.
Oh, but I wanted to.
Roy, you've no right to
look so cool. I'm broiling.
Feel.
Yes, you are, aren't you?
No, not one.
Well, you're so marvelous,
I- I hardly dare.
Oh, silly.
Well, that's better.
Cigarette, Roy?
coming. Went out with a headache.
Poor boy.
It must be the heat.
Extry, extry! All about the war!
Well, they've done it.
I still can't believe it. Well,
it must be true. It's official.
Oh, shut up.
I'm trying to think.
It's terrible.
Karl, you won't
have to go, will you?
Me? Oh, Roy, I hope not.
Oh, they can't want me.
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