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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
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
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.
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
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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