The Red Baron Page #4

This isn't a game.

Never before the world has seen bigger beasts.

Never before was there greater horror.

Come in.

I need something for my headaches.

Go in the basement!

Immediately!

You also fly at night?

Take you gas mask.

You fly at night?

No, we don't.

Here.

Find a save place.

Turn off all lights.

Give me that.

The Army High Command, Sir.

Bodenschatz here.

Turn off all the lights!

Night bombers!

Good morning Captain!

Four of them already passed.

Four others incoming.

Overall only eight, it could be worse.

They didn't just accidentally a few bombs,

Doering.

They know about this airfield and there will be

more than eight.

Many more!

Good morning.

Good morning.

Wolff, how are you?

It's ok.

All MG-Emplacements are manned.

More can't be done to secure our

planes on the ground

Mentzke, bring my gear!

Prepare for take-off!

You are injured, you can't fly yet!

I won't let them butcher us like that.

I have wings.

Captain?

Are you mad? You attacked them head-on!

Bring me to her...

Don't move.

Go and search for her.

I want to know if she's alright.

You are gorgeous.

Fokker has built us a very good new plane.

Fast and maneuverable like the devil.

They climb like monkeys.

I know you are angry with me.

I was ordered to return to St. Nicholas.

I know.

I'm sorry for what happened

to Kurt Wolff.

He was a charming young man.

He had forgotten his bed cap, you know.

It was his lucky charm.

Baron...

Yes?

Have dinner with me again some day.

And promise that you will always

wear your good-luck jacket.

German fortification, Siegfried-Position,

northern France, November 1917

We aren't late I hope.

No, we aren't.

The toilet?

Down the stairs to the right, Sir.

Just a minute.

Attention!

Everything is going just as planned.

-Yes

-Really satisfactory.

Oh.

Our famous Fighter Ace

is visiting us at the frontline!

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

A magnificient sight, isn't it.

Richthofen.

Your majesty...

Your majesty!

The little brother.

You look unwell, my dear Baron.

Yes, your majesty.

But I'm fine.

As always.

Sometimes perhaps disconcertingly.

How is it possible to be "disconcertingly fine"?!

It sometimes happens around here.

We kill some of their men.

And while they go down in flames we are fine.

I find that irritating.

My soldiers, Richthofen...

don't kill other men.

They are simply destroying the enemy.

Well,

the outcome seems to be the same.

Richthofen's Fighter Wing 1, Avesnes-Le-Sec, France

Yes, Mentzke?

You have a guest, Captain.

I thought we should celebrate.

They published your book!

It will be read in the whole of Europe.

So...

are we having dinner tonight?

And dance?

The "Metropole" was closed.

Yes, because of their kitchen.

An English bomb destroyed it.

These bloody Englishmen.

They will only stop when everything

will taste as bad as their own food.

They don't want me to fly.

They do everything possible to keep me grounded.

Really?

I am supposed to command the whole Air Force.

It's an order by the Kaiser.

That is wonderful.

I woke up so often during the night

and read

the lists of pilots who are missing in action.

It is so good to know that you are grounded.

In safety.

Good.

Your dancing skills are already much better,

Baron.

I have to look out for alternatives anyway.

-Good evening guys.

-Good evening Captain.

-Pretty cold huh?

-Too right.

A brand new Bentley Engine...

Where did you find that?

Bentleys don't simply fall from the sky.

Believe me, the guy didn't give it

to me by choice.

You always wanted to be the Ace of Aces.

Now they offer it to you and you hesitate.

Yes...

I always wanted to be like him.

Werner?

Would you ever be able to quit flying?

Never.

But if you want to hear my advice...

accept the offer.

You just want me to quit

so that you will become number one.

Finally you realize.

Alright.

-I quit.

-Good.

If you quit first.

Forget it.

I am married to my plane.

I pass every free minute with her.

Fokker Factory, Schwerin, Germany.

You are constructing

marvellous Planes here, Fokker.

-The best.

-Thank you.

But somehow our own pilots think

they could build even better ones.

Well,

sometimes we tune them a bit.

-Here and there.

- Tuning is one thing...

...but replacing our engines with enemy engines...

Where did you hear that?

Just recently we got a report

about the recovery of a triplane that had been shot down.

Well, the British found it very interesting

that there was a Bentley Engine in a Fokker.

-I want to see it.

-Of course.

I want to see it immediately.

Show me this f***ing report immediately.

Schweidnitz, Germany

Only three weeks left, Manfred.

I already got my marching orders.

I will be in your fighter squadron!

And what happened to this guy?

Killed in action.

And this one?

His name is Voss, right?

They are all dead.

I will fight on your and Lothar's side!

Our great offensive is prepared with full intensity.

They are calling it "Operation Michael".

We will win this war, right?

Wolfram, please...

It's ok, dad.

Of course we are winning.

The allies have no clue what is awaiting them.

We flew on patrol for weeks.

And we shot down their recon planes.

They have no clue where we will break through.

We are prepared optimally.

This offensive will finally annihilate them.

German position, western front, France

February 1918

Good morning Captain!

Captain!

Follow us!

Take cover!

Now that's an unexpected pleasure!

You came to witness another British defeat, Captain?

Adjutant!

Find somebody with a photo-camera.

It's good propaganda.

Our fighter ace down here with us.

On the day of victory.

Your excellency,

we should talk.

You wouldn't want to have me down here.

If you want me to have strategic competence

you won't like it afterwards.

And why not?

We have the greatest confidence

in your abilites, Baron.

Then let us surrender.

I don't have enough time for jokes.

I've had 73 aerial victories.

Do you know how I managed to do that?

If I couldn't win a dogfight

I would turn around and flee.

And why do you believe that

we can't win this war?

And our Fatherland?

Our German values?

Our men out there in the battlefield.

Do you want to leave them to the enemy?

Throw them at the feet of the enemy?

French ones...

the best cigarettes

Why do we presume

that our values are better than French ones?

Or better than the British or American values?

They aren't better.

There isn't even a difference.

We all just need an excuse

for what we are doing.

or else

we would see who we really are.

Put this guy in a plane again!

With a parachute.

I can't afford to lose another hero.

Avesnes-Le-Sec, France, March 1918

Operation Michael

Our infantry is attacking from two directions

At St. Quentin, here and here.

The main battle line would be 70 km long.

That's right.

Three armies.

The 2nd Army and the 17th Army

start the offensive here.

The 18th army is going to advance here.

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