The Red Baron Page #2

not a very good motivation for all our

"ground workers" in the trenches, huh?

Gods don't die.

Do we understand each other?

Yes Sir.

Good.

You can leave now, gentlemen.

General?

Yes?

Go on.

Can we perhaps have some croissants,

butter, marmalade and coffee?

Richthofen's parental home, Schweidnitz, Germany

There you are!

Good morning mother.

I assume you've had a pleasant journey?

For how long are you going to wear

this old jacket, Manfred?

-There he is!

-Cousin, brother!

May I see it?

Sure, it's in the bag.

Look, he still has the old jacket, mother.

Come on!

I've already told him...

Stop harrassing me with your jacket!

Give me a hug.

-I still think that the jacket...

-Mom!

Welcome home, son.

They all came here in honour of our son.

And what are they doing... play with the plane.

Like young boys.

Do you think my brothers will ever become adults?

Sweet little boys.

Let them play.

As long as they still can.

You told me you could fly.

But I can!

Wait until I sit in a real one.

You will see.

Richthofen's Squadron 11, Douai, France

January 1917

Always attack while having the sun behind you.

Don't shoot too soon.

It only warns your enemy and does nothing else.

The best firing distance is 50 meters. Not more.

But always remember:

Our objective is to shoot down planes, not pilots.

Stop shooting when the plane is already going down.

Gentlemen, we are sportsmen.

Not butchers.

- Merci

- De rien

Gentlemen!

This is my chief mechanic...

Corporal Reuber.

Dismissed!

Captain!

Stop clicking your heels, Wentzke.

Yes Sir!

-Hi.

-Oh, i almost forgot...

Whoever doesn't shoot down at

least one plane during the next weeks

will be fired.

German field hospital, St.Nicholas, Belgium

the next day.

Lieutenant!

This is a hospital, who do you think you are?

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Did you know him well?

I still don't know your name...

Kte Otersdorf

Un nom allemand, a german name?

My father was German, my mother is Belgian.

I see.

I love these french cigarettes.

You are...

...a very beautiful woman.

I hoped to see you again.

And that you would perhaps wear my scarf.

I will get it for you.

I wasn't able to wash out all of the stains.

Mademoiselle!

Have I done something wrong to you?

Am I not worthy of an answer

or do you hate all men?

Hate?

I don't hate you.

Hate is men's business.

But you are angry aren't you?

There is somebody else's blood on your scarf.

But it seems not to bother you.

I'm scared of men like you because I can't

understand why you are like that.

And when I'm scared I get angry.

And now I'd like you to leave me alone.

Wait, WAIT.

Imagine you were there now.

Like a falcon.

And you look down.

The wind is blowing in your face.

The smell and the noise of the engine and propeller.

There you can let yourself fall.

You can climb, do a barrell roll...

Freedom

That's what humans always dreamed of.

I already dreamed about it as a little dude.

But the best thing is:

Hunting!

The battle.

The GAME!

It's like a match.

A tournament, just like in sports.

Tennis won't kill you.

Your silly dreams were the reason

for your friend's death.

No, I don't hate you, Baron.

I just pity you.

Give me a break, Gentlemen!

It can't be that hard...

to paint a f***ing plane!

It was an order!

Reuber!

Manfred...

What's the matter with you?

What do you want with this stupid coloring?

The High Army Command will crucify you!

I don't care about the High Command.

And you better stop questioning my orders.

I just think it's a mistake.

They will see you already from 100 km away.

We are completely losing our element of surprise.

I don't want to surprise anybody, Sternberg.

I want them to be scared.

Captain! Lieutenant Kurt Wolff reporting in.

Are you planning to take a nap up there?

I never fly without this cap.

It's my lucky charm.

I also have one.

My mother keeps ordering new jackets.

But I never pick them up.

See you later.

Six weeks later.

The general!

General von Hppner!

Look in this direction. Don't move.

Thank you.

You are quickly getting famous, Captain.

You are in the headlines.

The Kaiser himself has mentioned your name

after he heard about your 29th victory.

So...

I brought you a little surprise present...

aren't you becoming short of medals already?

Well, it's not really a medal.

Lieutenant...

It wasn't my idea.

After all it is good propaganda.

"The Richthofen Bros are flying together."

Welcome.

Your brother is a decent fellow.

He has all the right stuff that our Fatherland

needs at the moment.

One question...

the people keep inventing strange names for you...

"Le Diable Rouge"

Or "The Red Baron"

How come?

I see.

Impressive

Really impressive.

The sun always behind you...

Keep the wind direction in mind...

And don't forget:

The most important virtue of a good pilot is

to know when to retreat.

What. Is that supposed to be a joke?

Just do as we say, Lothar.

Avoid the battle?

That's right.

-If you can't win you turn back.

-Immediately!

Intelligence and cowardice are very close.

It's true.

Listen to him!

Good morning, gentlemen.

It's a good idea.

I heard that the stupid French believe

the colour to be bullet proof.

I wouldn't take this with you.

It might be in your way up there.

Looks much better now.

The riding crop stays here, bro.

-That was pretty damn close.

-That was fun, wasn't it?

Let's have dinner together tonight.

-Werner feels ronery huh?

-Yes.

Have you transferred him here?

Who?

Your brother Lothar.

Have you seen him? Where is he anyway?

He was behind me.

You should keep an eye on him.

He has got a very unhealthy attitude.

Oh my god. Let him land.

Let him land!

Goddamnit, Lothar!

You have massacred the poor guy!

You think you can make our

father proud of you this way?

Dad had lost his sense of hearing

while saving the life of an enemy.

So you want to win the war without killing anybody?

I have watched Voss and you and

I don't like what I have seen.

You are all brilliant pilots.

But you have the wrong attitude.

What a stupid idea! Painting the plane in bright red...

Stop fantasizing!

This is no playgound.

We are no children, we are men.

And this is a f***ing war.

I know that.

I know that very well!

But we can still fight with decency!

What now?

You heard it?

Even Paris has heard it

- ...and Berlin.

- Come on, he was just over-ambitious.

Then tell him to pull himself together in the future.

I don't want to die only because your

brother is too ambitious.

And I also don't want

to see you kick the bucket.

Berlin, German imperial capital, May 1917

Good morning dear Hindenburg.

Ach, and my friend von Hppner.

Welcome to Berlin.

It seems the young man

is already more famous than...

what was his name?

-Oswald Boelcke, your majesty.

-Yes.

We need men like him.

I think...

we should promote you once again.

You are a real hero.

I guess he can hardly keep

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