The Red Baron Page #3

the young Fruleins at bay?

There aren't many fans

at 3000 meters altitude, your majesty.

Company, attention!

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Douai, Military Train Station,

German Occupied Territory

Move on!

Don't be so slow.

Move on.

Captain!

What shall we do now?

I could run them over.

Put the f***ing gun away.

What did he say?

He wants the Captain's signature.

Ready!

Go!

-Ready!

-Go!

How did you know?

I thought you lost yours recently.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Bodenschatz! Welcome!

My new adjutant.

Kurt Wolff

-Pleased to meet you.

-I've heard much about you.

Thanks.

Orders, Sternberg, orders.

My new commanding officer is the same man

whom I commanded myself not too long ago.

How are the flying conditions over here?

I've heard that you have to deal

with massive allied forces here?

More than massive.

While we produce 10 German planes

they unload 100 planes at the french coast.

Let them come.

We'll have to shoot them by the hundreds.

Our bro Lothar...

British offensive near Ypres, Belgium

No! Damn!

Bastards!

F***ing moles.

I consider myself lucky that

I didn't get caught in one of their holes, too.

Your sense of tact is flattering me.

You perfect landing with shredded rudders

is already shameful enough for me.

I wanted to take a look at your Sopwith.

Brand new huh?

It was, earlier...

The infamous Red Baron, I assume?

Haven't I shot you down already last year?

Yes, you have.

How come that you fly again?

Your prison camps are pretty comfortable

but they have no airfields.

I would have died without your help last year.

Thank you.

I didn't save your live.

True.

Without her help I would have never

made it back into a plane.

She's an awesome woman.

She nursed me for weeks.

Did you get your scarf back?

What now?

We could fight a duel with our pistols.

If I shot you I would become famous, too.

I haven't got my pistol with me.

But you better close your holster

or you might lose your pistol, too.

How long have you already been in Europe?

Since Mother England asked her children for help.

I mean us, the English Colonies.

Well, the whole war seems to be a family affair.

Especially you aristocrats seem to love it.

The russian Tsar, the German Kaiser, the English Monarchy.

France, Austria, Germany

Everybody is somebody's nephew, brother or uncle.

Your love life certainly doesn't know borders.

And to secure these borders

we have to annihilate each other.

And some silly reasons can always be found.

You haven't opened your holster

because you were afraid?

You have very good eyes.

Did you plan to shoot me?

Aren't we here to shoot at each other?

True.

See you soon.

Don't get me wrong but I'd rather not.

True.

It was nice to meet you.

Good luck.

Speaking of family affairs...

One day this war will hopefully be over.

So keep in touch with this nurse.

I think she has a crush on you.

How do you know that?

She kept cursing you for weeks.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

There you are, we just found him.

Sterni.

He needs a doctor!

He doesn't need a doctor, he needs a priest.

A rabbi.

Oh really?

He's dead, Manfred.

Richthofen's Fighter Wing 1, Marcke, Belgium

I'm catching up slowly.

His funeral is now days ago.

Why are you not happy that I was promoted?

I am your brother.

I know that he was your friend.

But he was also a fighter pilot.

He knew the risks.

Every soldier is proudly taking these risks.

But you are more than a soldier,

you are a commanding officer!

You have the responsibility for the men out there!

And your country, and your people!

You know what dad used to say.

"An officer is not allowed to mourn."

You have a nice odor.

Much better than all the flowers here.

German field hospital St. Nicholas, July 1917

You are still a little boy with silly ideas.

You haven't changed.

I'm not so sure.

I wouldn't have let them shoot

me down a while ago.

Turn over.

So much about "Germany's greatest Hero"

I have enough of the bad news everyday.

I'm just trying to act for you.

You are sending out single fighter wings.

Doering.

They cannot stand against the enemy

formations on their own!

Lieutenant Doering has got his orders.

The High Army Command has ordered us

to fly with fixed schedules.

They are all idiots and retards.

They want us to fly routine border patrols.

We have to be flexible.

Free.

Being able to fight the enemy everywhere.

The British and the French are controlling

the air wherever and whenever they like.

We.

We are hardly shooting

any of their f***ing planes at all.

I order you to ignore

the orders of High Command, Doering.

Mademoiselle Otersdorf?

What are you doing here?

I just follow my orders, Baron.

You were ordered to follow us?

Yes.

Hey Captain, nice to have you back again!

Welcome back.

The red ones belong to the 11th squadron.

Yellow ones are the 10th squadron.

Zebras are Nr 6.

Blacks are Nr 4.

You have in front of you

the most successful fighter wing of the war.

And over there you see the best pilots ever.

I never thought that this would happen.

What?

That you would smile.

I thought you were not allowed to fly.

Your little nurse looks really cute.

I may have a hole in the head but I'm not blind.

And I am already fit enough to punch you.

What are you writing?

A book.

About flying.

What are you reading?

I never see you without a book.

At the moment:

Oscar Wilde

Do you know his books?

No...

I can't find British literature in there.

Try this:

There must be

Shakespeare somewhere...

My father used to read it to us.

Lear

Comedy of Errors

Perhaps you can find some songs

and a bunch of billard related stuff

hunting, flying, horse-riding

how to flirt.

It is easy to read the mind of somebody

who has a hole in his head, Baron.

so...

go on... ask.

Would you...

Would you like to have a dinner with me?

Yes.

German occupied town of Lille, France

So?

I have to admit...

I had expected something else.

Something else?

What you write

is amusing

You thought it was boring.

Stupid

and deadly serious.

No

But you write about the war.

I had expected some patriotism.

Patriotism.

"...the virtue of the vicious."

So you did read Wilde.

Even a bit of Dante.

It would be helpful at the moment.

I mean...

knowing a bit about Infernos.

Dance with me.

No.

Better not.

I am an awfully bad dancer.

Just imagine that we are flying.

Marvellous.

To have such a hole in the head.

Without it I wouldn't sit beside you now.

Right?

At the moment I am grounded.

Mentzke?

Could you turn around?

There are so many hospitals

they have to number them all the way through.

This is Nr 76

There are 500 men here.

Most of them will die.

The rest will never be able to see again.

Or walk.

taste anything

love

No, it is not marvellous to have

a hole in the head.

Consider yourself lucky to be alive.

Only because of your origin you gain

benefits that the others don't have.

They have no choice.

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