Valiant Page #5

- [screaming]

- Faster!

Yes! Sabotage!

[cackling]

- [screaming]

- [De Girl] To the right!

- Over there.

- I am going to get you!

[growling]

- [falcon] Aha!

- [De Girl] Whoo!

[screaming]

Hold on, my dear.

[moaning]

[De Girl] This is it.

I must do the secret knock.

- Who is it?

- De Girl.

We must do the secret password.

Jacques, there is no time!

Baa, baa, black sheep,

have you any?

Oh... Wine?

No, no, no.

That is yesterday's password.

Cheese?

- Seeds?

- [Lofty] Petunias?

Falcons! Jacques, just let us in.

[screaming]

[groaning]

Let me give you le message,

You can give me le massage,

Can we make sure it's

a full-body massage?

Message,

The message that is to go to London.

- Our freedom depends on it.

- [banging]

- [banging]

- [falcons shouting]

And, uh, who will carry it, then?

You.

Wait. I'll take it.

- [Toughwood] Bugsy?

- [Lofty] Extraordinary.

- You said you weren't a team player?

- We'll see, won't we?

Good luck, Bugsy.

May you fly straight.

And let our instincts guide us home.

[fingers snap]

[jazzy drum riff]

Pardon,

[# Edith Piaf:

Non, Je ne Regrette Rien]

Goodbye and good luck, pigeons.

OK. Oh, farewell.

Mmmm...

Absolutely charmed.

[shouting]

Just, uh, one tiny thing.

How are we gonna get out of here?

- We're trapped!

- Oh, oh.

Oh, I've had an idea.

I've had an idea!

[growling] Where are they?

Whoa!

[cackling]

[cackling]

Let's go.

Hey, it worked like a charm.

They'll be teaching that one

at the academy.

- I hope the others are OK.

- [falcon] Don't count on it.

[Valiant] Evasive action.

- [screaming]

- Shh.

Let's go.

- [screaming]

- Get your claws off of him.

- Ow!

- I said let go!

I'm the one you want.

Oh, oh... Yee-ha!

You can do better than that,

you English pigeon.

- [screaming]

- Bugsy!

Bugsy!

Dinnertime. [laughing]

Bugsy!

It was not easy, Herr General,

But I have... [sputtering and spitting]

...captured their leader.

Leader?

Well, perhaps assistant leader?

- [groaning]

- [indistinct English]... Herr General,

Get on with it!

- Oh, oh.

- May I present you with...

...the message, Papa?

Oh, oh.

The high commander will be pleased.

[laughing]

There will be medals.

Und photographs.

Commemorative stamps.

[laughing]

[Von Talon] I will personally

deliver it to him.

They must be desperate, indeed,

to give the message to this

putrid-smelling reject.

[fly whimpering]

Oh, [sobbing] Oh, no.

Dennis... You've squished...

It was my favorite.

[sobs]

I am. That's exactly...

I'm putrefied, stinky, rotten.

Eat me, you'll be sick for a week.

Hmm. Take him away.

No, no. Listen, you can't.

I-I've got a doctor's note.

I've got a feather condition.

- [wailing]

- Wait.

On second thought,

he may prove useful.

Yeah. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

[kissing, spitting] Oh, thank you.

You're very wise.

What do you like?

Cards? We can play cards.

Find the pebble.

I've got a lovely voice.

# There'll be bluebirds over

# The white cliffs of Dover #

That probably annoys you.

You don't want that one.

I was thinking more along the lines

of a celebration dinner.

Celebration dinner.

Brilliant idea. I cook well.

Not I cook well.

I won't be in it.

I can make dinner.

Bread crumbs. You'll love...

Oh! You haven't tried my

bread crumb birdseedy thing.

[chuckles] No.

Pigeon under glass, with a lovely

Liebfraumilch reduction.

- [cackling]

- [gulping]

- [snoring]

- [gasping]

- Oh.

- [Mercury mutters]

- Tickle.

- What did you do to him?

[laughing]

- [mutters] Pink...

- You all right, mate?

Huh? Wait a minute there!

It's the feng shui.

That little bell should be over there.

- Um, OK. Yeah.

- [giggling]

[sighing] Who was I kidding?

I don't belong here.

[exhaling] I've let everyone down.

Bugsy wouldn't even be here

if it weren't for me.

Chaps, there's Valiant.

Look. Follow me.

- Valiant!

- Hey, Lofty!

- Toughwood! Tailfeather!

- You made it.

- Chaps.

- It's Gutsy.

- You're alive!

- What happened? Tell us what happened.

Plane exploded. Chute gave out.

Free-fall 3,000 feet.

Set upon by a pack of wolves.

Flew through barbed wire.

Picked up some shrapnel

from a stray grenade.

Fought my way to the rendezvous,

and here we are.

Right. We can dispense

with the chitchat.

I'm guessing the falcons

have acquired the message.

- [Valiant] Yes, sir.

- Where's Bugsy?

He sacrificed himself to save me.

The falcons got Bugsy and the message.

- Which way did they go?

- That way.

[Tailfeather] Oh, no.

# Rule, Britannia

Britannia rules the waves

# Britons never, never, never

will be slaves

[laughing]

# Rule, Britannia

Britannia rules the waves

# Britons never, never, never

will be slaves #

- Snap out of it.

- [grunting]

- [groaning]

- Come on, Bugsy, old boy.

Let's find a way out of here.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

[Gutsy] Right. You chaps sit tight.

I'll fly in, avoiding the various clever

booby traps, and deadly ambushes,

then subdue any resistance

and secure the message.

- Absolutely.

- Gutsy by name, gutsy by nature.

I will bathe.

- Bring me my best cape.

- Yes, Herr General,

[humming Ride of the Valkyrie]

[grumbling]

# Da, da, da, duh #

[shouting] Ow.

- Join the army, you said.

- I didn't.

- You did.

- It was your idea.

I've had enough of this.

Not listening.

[Valiant] Quiet. Shh.

I'm afraid it's not as simple

as I thought.

This is a highly-fortified bunker,

stuffed to the gills with enemy falcons.

There's only one opening,

scarcely big enough for a hummingbird.

It's down the barrel of that gun.

No, gentlemen,

I'm afraid it's hopeless.

I'll do it.

- Valiant!

- No!

[falcon] Nein, nein, nein, Dummkopf!

[grunting]

[humming]

[gasping]

Bugsy. [gasping]

Oh!

[sighing]

[distant voices]

Oh, oh, oh.

I'm too young to die.

- I can't believe...

- Hey!

Eh? Valiant.

- Bugsy.

- Shh.

- [Von Talon humming]

- Hey. The message.

It's in there.

[gasping]

Herr General, a cape for you.

No, no, red.

Red says "strong and decisive."

- Red it is.

- Yes, Herr General,

Yes, that's what I'm here for.

No, no, wait.

The blue with the eggshell trim.

As many capes as you like, General.

- They're coming.

- Gotta have this. Gotta have that.

- Valiant, get down.

- [banging]

- How many capes does someone need?

- I'm sick of capes.

I hate capes.

I hate capes!

Ah. Um...

Here goes. [gagging]

Oh. Ugh.

[gulping, coughing, hiccupping]

I'll get you out of here, Bugs.

It's no use.

He took the key with him.

- Complete the mission.

- But, Bugsy.

- l-I can't.

- Forget about me.

You've got the message.

Now get out of here.

- No. Bugsy.

- Go.

Don't do it.

[Von Talon humming]

- [clattering]

- Underlingk?

- [gasping] Uh...

- Underlingk?

Ja, Herr General?

My beak wash.

Ja, Herr General,

# Pin on my medals

Pin on my medals

# Pin on my medals

on my cape #

- Cufflingk?

- Ja, Herr General?

My talon clippers.

Ja, Herr General,

[continues humming

Ride of the Valkyrie]

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