Revenge of the Red Baron Page #3

- Last war, of course.

So you see, Roy, I had to come.

I mean, we'll be

the last soldiers, won't we?

The others who come after will envy us.

Oh, well played, sir.

- Yeah, you'll fit in plenty well around here.

- I hope so.

They all talk that kind of horse sh*t.

No, no. Easy, easy, easy. Watch his arm.

Oh, jeez!

Well, he's dead.

- Roy...

- His name was Kenyon.

You think the next generation

will envy him?

There was no need for that.

He couldn't have hurt them anymore,

could he?

Of course, he could have.

If he'd gotten out alive,

he could've been flying again tomorrow.

Mr. Brown,

some of the squadron feel that

your gesture the other evening

was disrespectful to Major Hawker.

Well, they're wrong.

But that doesn't matter.

I'll stay clear of the mess,

so they can go on

toasting von Richthofen and his gang.

I very much doubt

they'll be toasting the Germans again.

- That's one point you made.

- It wasn't my point, sir.

Lanoe Hawker and I...

We believed in the same things.

We belong to that other world

that you have no use for.

And now I wonder,

who will see us through?

Just men. No more knights.

Just Thompsons, Murphys, Mays,

and Browns.

If you don't win with them, sir,

there's really no other way.

I suspect that's why

I despise you a little, Brown.

Sir?

Because, unfortunately,

I'm forced to agree with you.

Rittmeister Baron Manfred

von Richthofen,

you are called to His Majesty,

the Emperor.

It's fine killing the English up there,

isn't it?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Of course, yes.

I only wish I were with you.

The hardest part of the war is

not being at the front.

Of course, Your Majesty.

They betrayed us, you know?

The British. They sold us like cabbages

to the French. They are not fit for empire.

But we'll see to that.

Go back now, Richthofen.

Go back and butcher

another 40 of the sons of b*tches.

As you wish, Your Majesty.

Oh, Herr Baron. That is, Rittmeister.

Either will do.

The guard said it would be all right...

I explained to him the purpose...

Perhaps you would like to

explain it to me?

I'm Steiner, sir, I...

You know, I brought the...

Of course, the jeweler.

So pleased to meet you at last.

- I want to say...

- Yeah?

I want to say

what a privilege it is to me to...

To supply you with these trophies.

I...

I feel...

When I read in the newspapers of your...

Your successes, I...

I somehow feel as if I was

up there in the sky along with you.

That's very kind of you, Herr Steiner.

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you, Herr Baron.

Won't you stay for a drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

I think I'd better be getting along.

Goodbye, Herr Baron.

Isn't it grand, von Richthofen?

In just a few hours,

you've conquered Berlin.

Only a temporary occupation, Major.

Excuse me, Colonel, tomorrow Berlin

will belong to the bureaucrats again.

Well, let me present your host,

Anthony Fokker.

The most important man

in the air service next to yourself.

Oh, you're most kind, Herr Oberst.

Let me welcome you to my house,

Herr Rittmeister.

- You've been a long time coming.

- Pardon me?

Well, they've all been here.

Himmelmann, Boelke, Schrder.

Of course, we talked about war planes.

Good evening.

The problems of building them,

flying them, naturally.

Your planes are famous, Herr Fokker.

They deserve to be.

Please.

You know,

I've always wanted to talk to you.

I want to draw upon your experience,

show you some ideas of mine.

Thank you. I can imagine better planes

than some I've flown.

Perhaps I can show you one.

This is the new Pegasus.

My God, Fokker, it's...

Go on, say it.

It's not a crime for a soldier to

admire something beautiful. It is.

You know, I never planned it to be

this way.

I designed it to be as beautiful

and as precise as a bird of prey.

Somehow it came out this way.

Beautiful.

- Is she fast?

- Fast enough.

It's her manoeuvrability

that makes her so special.

- How about response?

- Fabulous. I've tried her.

She's up to anything

that you could require.

- Well, she looks dangerous.

- Not for you, my friend.

She's... If I may so, she's just your meat.

You can handle her without a doubt.

Now, I really must get back to my guests.

So, if you'll excuse me,

I'll leave you two to look over my lady.

He talks a great deal.

He was trying to sell me.

Did you need to be sold?

It's a fine piece of design.

It's where I live.

Talk about luck. No jamming at all.

Like hell. It's spacing and pyro load.

A guy from

the machine gun corps helped me.

From now on, you load your own.

My God, how long will that take?

How long you figure to be dead?

There goes St. Francis of the Machine.

Engines purr beneath his hands,

motorbikes cough with his blessing,

and guns... Why, machine guns sing

their hearts out at the sight of him.

The way you screwed yours up,

Murphy, they got to love you, too.

You bastard!

You'll never have the brains and the guts

that Hawker had.

I got one thing up on Hawker.

Still alive.

I can fix that!

Stop him!

All right, mate.

You that bad a marksman, Murphy?

Can't you shoot a man in the back?

How did they get Hawker, Murphy? Huh?

How did they kill him?

You better start practicing

back-shooting, mister.

Preliminaries are over.

You want us to forget we're human.

All right, damn you, I've forgotten.

No.

I want you to remember why we're here.

I want you to think about killing.

When the job is killing you,

study the work of first-class killers.

For example?

Wolves, Mr. Thompson.

They hunt in packs.

They've been known to leave the carcass

of their prey to lure other animals.

Bait?

It's Richthofen.

He cost us Reiner and Powell.

It's for you.

- And who are you, sir?

- I am Manfred, sir.

Manfred? There's no Manfred here.

You're von Richthofen. You understand?

You're von Richthofen.

What is your name?

Who are you?

Richthofen.

I don't think I understand

just what you have in mind.

Well, it's like he says, sir.

You wish to raid the German aerodrome?

About 5:
30 or 6:00 in the evening.

About supper time, I believe.

Yes, sir, about that time. A little after tea.

Well, Commander?

Well, I must think about it, gentlemen.

I can't help wondering where it may lead.

Major Hawker's dead, sir.

This is your idea, isn't it, Brown?

Think of it this way, sir.

It's simply our turn to bat.

- Was anything stirring out there?

- A few pigeons. Nothing much.

Herr Parsonow came by. He said

there was a boar pestering his corn.

I said I'd tell you.

A boar would be nice.

- It's been...

- June, I think.

- What?

Your last boar.

Lothar said you handled him badly.

And you...

My God, how do you manage it?

How do you remember?

I remember whatever has to do

with my sons.

Whatever matters to them, matters to me.

But what matters to you, Mother?

What really matters to you?

My sons.

You're feeling better, my boy?

- Well enough to go back, I think.

- Good. Very good.

There is a great deal left

we have to do to end this war.

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