Red Tails

Germans.

Let's get them!

Where are

the damn fighters going?

They've gone chasing scalps,

leaving us unprotected again.

Damn those

glory-grabbing bastards!

Bandits! Hundreds of them!

Six o'clock!

Is there anything

left of our escort?

Negative, boss.

Damn it! Why don't

they worry about us?

I can't believe this!

It never fails.

Oh, no.

Stay with me.

This is Bouncing Betty.

Engine three is out.

We're falling back. Two,

you take lead position.

Need the extinguisher.

Hank!

Mayday! Mayday!

Prepare to bail out.

I repeat, prepare to bail...

Red One to Red Two, come in.

Are you awake

over there, Lightning?

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

Boy, I need a nap!

Well, look alive. Wouldn't

want you to miss this war.

War is hell. What we're doing

is just boring as hell.

Whoever she was, I hope she

was worth losing sleep over.

Oh, trust me, she was worth it!

Junior.

Junior, you okay?

Fine as wine, Red One. The sky

is blue and my guns are hot.

Joker, you all right?

Nope. I feel like I'm flying

my grandfather's Buick.

Coolant indicator's

all over the map.

And to think I was as happy as a

church lady when I got this plane.

All right, Red Four, you're done.

Take it on home.

Come on now, Captain, this gauge

over here is a piece of crap.

Captain, let me give it a looky

before you send him back.

He's not trailing

any oil or water.

Seems to me like he's

just got a bad indicator.

Come on, Easy. Let

me fly, sir, please?

You know it ain't gonna be

no fun without me.

All right. Okay.

You stay on, Red Four.

You stay on, but you keep

an eye on it, all right?

Thank you, sweetheart.

Just my luck I get stuck

with the flying wreck.

Another P-40 from

Uncle Sam's junkyard.

It looks like we

got a truck up there.

It's got German markings.

Junior, it's your turn.

Yes, sir!

Prepare to feel

the wrath of the Ray Gun.

I'm on your wing, Junior!

Come on.

You see that?

Congratulations, kid.

You killed yourself a truck.

Whoo-hoo!

We can go back victorious.

Everybody, form up.

We're going home.

Uh...

Easy, I see something. It's a train!

Eleven o'clock.

I don't think it's German.

I don't see any guns.

Looks like they're

moving livestock to me.

No. It's military.

It's camouflaged.

It could just be cows.

You don't want to shoot up no

cows if you don't have to.

Unless y'all

planning on a barbecue.

Nobody sees any guns?

I'm telling you, Easy,

that's a munitions train.

And I bet it's

armed to the teeth.

You grown-ups better think fast.

It's headed for that tunnel.

All right. Only one way to find out.

Let's go get it.

Wait. Easy,

we got to take it head-on,

low, so their guns

can't hit us.

It's my decision, Lightning.

Stay in formation.

Looks like these

cows are armed.

Come on.

Stay in front of it!

Die, you Nazi dogs!

Dang! Those cows

just shot up my wing!

No sweat. No sweat.

If that train makes it into the

tunnel, they'll stop in there.

Where's Lightning?

Where the hell

are you, Lightning?

Taking the train from the front,

like you should have done.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Gotcha!

Whoa! Sh*t!

Whoa!

Whoo!

Nothing like a good old

Georgia ass-whupping.

Just trying to keep

you boys inspired.

How's this headline

for inspiration?

"Negro Pilot Dies Because He's

Too Stupid To Follow Orders."

Your plane looks like

it's been through a shredder.

How are you going to

explain that to Coffee?

By explaining to him that I'm

the one who blew up the train.

You boys go on ahead.

I've spotted something.

Lightning destroyed

another one.

Look at that mess.

Look at that mess.

I guess we'll be

working all night again.

It's been a long time

since you've seen your sweetheart.

Too bad she's

dancing with someone new.

This is Axis Mary coming to you

from Berlin with

your favorite music.

Never thought that you would be

Standing here so close to me

There's so much I feel

that I should say

But words can wait

Until some other day

How about one time you bring my

plane home without wrecking it?

Good morning, Mr. Coffee.

You keep tearing up

my planes like this,

you're gonna be wearing

your balls for a necktie.

See, I can't let you do that,

'cause I just saw a goddess

who's gonna bear

my beautiful children.

You're a clown, Lightning.

You need to grow up.

We can't afford to

have any more planes

taken off the line

with your stupid...

What is this?

What did you do?

Oh, man! Where did

that come from?

What happened was...

Sticks!

Come see what this

clown did to the plane.

I can see what you're thinking.

What the hell is this? Did

somebody throw a train at you?

Coffee, I can see you're upset.

Maybe we should talk

about this another time.

Oh, we got a new recruit here!

Hey there.

You lost, son?

I was looking for Jimmy Wayans.

Uh, Jimmy got shot down must've

been, what, two weeks ago?

I believe so.

Well, is Uly Douglas here?

Uh-uh.

Furball's dead, son.

Crashed on takeoff.

You're just a bad-luck

Chuck, aren't you?

Everybody you know ends up on

the wrong side of the dirt.

Don't pay him no mind, boy.

My name's Smokey.

This here's Neon,

this is Joker.

Flight Officer

Maurice Wilson, sir!

You can leave all that saluting, son.

You're home now.

Seeing as how

everybody you know dead,

you might as well bunk with us.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Just don't bad luck us before

you get up in this Jeep now.

Yes, sir.

I'm trying to live.

Come on, Maurice.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy, get in there!

Hold on.

Come on, Maurice.

Wait, you've got to back up.

How'd it go up there, Ray?

I'm telling you, Deacon.

Lightning almost got himself

killed again today.

He's one crazy pilot.

I'm going to pray for him if we

ever get to see any real combat.

Well, hey, I see you here

after every mission.

I'm sure your

prayers are helping.

Thanks, Deke.

Black Jesus, we thank you for bringing

Red Squadron back home to us.

Lightning's usual elegant work.

Although I understand your plane

didn't fare any better than the train.

Sir.

That old Lightning don't

never have his brakes on.

Questions, gentlemen.

Does it really matter, sir?

- Lights up.

- Here we go.

What was your question?

What we do, how well we

do it, does it matter?

Strafing runs and

coastal patrols.

They got us out here using

planes to mop floors, fellas.

I don't normally

go in for loose talk,

but we won't even be

doing that for long.

Ain't that why Colonel

Bullard went stateside?

The Colonel's business

stateside is above your grade.

All due respect, sir,

but are they back there

deciding if they

should shut us down?

Just a rumor, Winky.

You know this how?

Pass it up.

Read it, Easy.

Out loud.

Go ahead, son.

"The use of Negroes in the Army

Air Corps may yet be halted."

"A report has been forwarded calling

the performance by Negro pilots"

"unsatisfactory."

"A plan to assign the Negroes

to routine convoy cover may be"

"all that remains

for those who seem"

"to have neither

the intelligence"

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