All language subtitles for 12 - Attack Of The Hawkmen

February 2, 1917.

Dear Ned, I finally arrived
back in France from the African front.

After my experience there,

I've decided that
whatever I can do to stop this war

is all that matters now.

To this end, my friend Remy and I

have joined
the Belgian Intelligence Corps.

They're training us in the techniques
of military espionage,

wiretapping, code breaking
and photographic analysis.

Classroom work is dull, but after
the carnage of the trenches in Africa,

it is a welcome relief.

However, we found that
Belgian intelligence is badly organized

and ineffective when compared
to the intelligence services

of the British or the French.

In fact, the whole program
is considered a joke,

and no one takes it seriously.

Sometimes, it seems like
I'm back in high school.

My time is wasted here.

The slaughter continues on
the Western Front with no end in sight.

I now feel that I must take desperate
measures to get into the action.

I've gotta find a way to transfer
to the French.

Take care. Indy.

You should have stuck
with me last night.

That bar has improved
since basic training.

What's this?

I forged this from the French Army,
requesting that we join them.

I forged this from the Belgians,
requesting that we join the French.

- Where did you get these papers?
- Well,

I lifted them
from the French operations office.

The same place that I got these.

Remy, Remy,

all I want you to do

is deliver them.

What if they find out?
We'll be put in jail?

No, Remy, they won't.
My spying techniques are incredible.

It's too risky.

Remy, this is why we're here.

Don't you remember
what Dr. Schweitzer said?

"Good is that which promotes life.
Evil is that which destroys it."

If we go to jail,
we won't be promoting anything.

If we could become real spies,

maybe we could do something
to stop the fighting.

This will never work.

This will never work.

- Captain Defense.
- Yes, sir.

- Remy Baudouin.
- Yes, sir.

Welcome to the French Secret Service.
Please sit.

I am impressed with you gentlemen.

Your records with the Belgian Army
are outstanding,

especially the forged signature
on the letter of transfer.

We can use men like you.

Bon, I just have a few questions
before we assign you.

- Baudouin, can you cook?
- Yes, I'm a good cook.

- Captain Defense?
- I can boil an egg.

Do you have any knowledge
of airplanes?

No.

Yes, sir. Yes. I've flown several times.

Good.

Now, if you'll both wait here, I will
take this through to my commander,

and we will get you your assignments.

- What are you doing?
- I'm telling the truth.

Cooking? You're gonna end up
housekeeping, not spying.

Well, why did you say you could fly?
You hate flying.

At ease, gentlemen. Please sit.

- Baudouin, you're going home.
- I am?

Are you familiar with the Caf� Noir
in Brussels?

- Yes.
- You are its new proprietor.

All our spies will report to you.

You will be our main contact
with the White Lady,

which is the code name
for the Belgian underground.

You're trusting us with that?

No, no, that is Baudouin's assignment.

As for you, Defense, we're not sure
where to place you as yet,

but for the time being, we'll send
you back to the Western Front.

Photographic reconnaissance.

It will only be for two weeks, Captain,

until we can place you where
your talents can be fully employed.

Baudouin, come with me.

I want you to meet someone
who will brief you on your assignment.

- Indy! Indy!
- Remy.

So, what do you think?

Albert is my new name.
See? I have the papers.

Captain Defense, it's time to go!

I gotta go.

Do you think we shall
see each other again?

I don't know.

I don't want to say goodbye,
but I will say thank you.

I'm just gonna be looking
at photos all day.

You're the one that's landed on his feet.

Behind enemy lines,
helping the Resistance.

Thanks to you.

Yeah, well, take care of yourself, Remy.

Indy.

Go on. Go.

Go.

Remy. Stay alive!

- Where you headed, Captain?
- 124th Squadron at Ravenel.

- Where you headed, Captain?
- 124th Squadron at Ravenel.

- The American squadron.
- American? America's not in the war.

It's American volunteers
fighting for France.

The French put them all
in one flying unit,

along with a bunch of old airplanes.

You a pilot?

No, no, a photographer.

Flying's insane, let alone in wartime

with a gang of rowdy
American cowboys.

I'll take the trenches, thank you.

Watch out, sir.
These Americans are a crazy bunch.

Whiskey! Don't worry, he won't hurt you.

He's our squadron mascot.
He's just saying hello.

Hello, Whiskey.

Captain Defense, reporting for duty.

I'm Raoul Lufbery.

I'm looking for
the photographic division.

Follow me. So, you're the replacement?

- Replacement?
- Yes.

The last man's gear is over there.

Cameras, plates, everything you need.

Your airplane arrived this morning.

- Sorry, you said "airplane"?
- Yeah, a new Sopwith two-seater.

You got a good pilot with her,
Lieutenant Green.

I thought I was supposed to be
analyzing photos, not taking them.

Heck, no. That happens back at HQ.

- You take them.
- You mean that I have to fly?

No. We fly, you snap.

Sir, there must be
some kind of mistake.

There's no mistake.

You like mushrooms?

I hate mushrooms.

Hobie, Len, here's the replacement.

Ten-hut!

His name's Defense.

Captain Defense.

And he's American, too.

- Do I know you?
- Hobie Baker?

It's me, Indiana Jones.

- Professor Jones' son?
- That's right.

I don't believe this, guys.

This captain we've been sent
is the same little punk

who used to run errands for me
back in college.

That's right. It's great to see you.

I think I'm gonna cry.

Captain Defense is our replacement
reconnaissance photographer.

Captain Defense, this is your pilot,
Lieutenant Harold Green.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

It's really only for two weeks, though,
then I'm gonna be reassigned, so...

What so funny?

Well, you see, the longest any
reconnaissance guy ever lasted with us

is eight days.

- Why is that?
- Well, you're flying low and slow

and you got a camera in your hand
when what you need is a gun.

Hey, dog breath, give him a break.

- The kid ought to know, right?
- No, it's all right.

So, eight days, huh?

But Harold is good.
You'll be okay with him.

Yeah.

Okay, everybody, stand by the plane.

That's Charles Nungesser,
the French flying ace.

He's the best we've got.

He looks like a walking accident.

Sorry, I interrupted
your little photographic session,

but I've just downed what I think
was Richthofen's brother.

You just couldn't resist
getting in on the picture. I know.

- Come inside.
- No.

The picture first.

Okay, smile.

General Nivelle needs pictures
of a reported arms build-up

at the railroad yard in Hamme.

That's here.

It's about 40 kilometers
behind the lines.

Lieutenant Green,
you will take the new Sopwith

and photograph the site
with Captain Defense.

Carl and Hobie,
you will fly escort for them.

The rest of us will be making
a diversionary patrol over Sector 2.

Take-off in 15 minutes.

That's all, gentlemen. Good luck.

Hope you make it, kid.

Contact!

Here we go, kid.

Here we go.

Here it comes, pal. Start snapping.

Whoa!

Hobie! Germans!

Okay, I got it. Let's go.

I think the wheels are shot away.

Climb out on the wing and take a look.

Out there? What are you, crazy?

Our lives depend on it, kid.

I can't land the plane
if the wheels are damaged.

Okay, okay, I'll do it.

Whoa!

Hang on!

Poor kid. I lost him.

Whoa! Am I glad to see you, Indy.

The wheels, they're okay.

There's no power! We're gonna land.

Get out, quick. She might catch on fire.

Come on.
Let's get back to the machine gun.

Yeah.

Go. Go. Burn the plane.

Halt!

This is my trophy. I shot it down.

They landed, and we captured them
trying to escape.

They are our prisoners.

Look at the engine.

I shot it to pieces,
and that is why it landed.

They are my prisoners.

Stop that looting!

This prize belongs
to Rittmeister von Richthofen.

Well, what do you know?
Baron Manfred von Richthofen.

Reconnaissance, huh?

- Captain Defense, Lafayette Escadrille.
- Lafayette Escadrille.

Yeah.

I should have known you by your tactics.

Out of the sun,
swift and sudden from behind.

Take him to the field hospital.

See that he gets
immediate medical attention.

So long, Indy.

Welcome to Germany.

I have never bagged
an American before.

It would be an honor

to have you as my luncheon guest
at my aerodrome.

It's only 15 kilometers from here.

As a boy,
I always wanted to be a cowboy.

My mother will enjoy this little souvenir
of the American wild west.

- They're not back.
- What happened?

Well, we saw them dive for the line.
The way back should have been clear.

I'd like to go back and take a look.
I can dodge in and out of there again.

Okay, take my plane, it's ready to go.

Chocks away.

And what about you?
Why are you fighting, Herr Rittmeister?

My brother, Baron von Richthofen,
is a hunter, Captain.

He has spent his whole life
stalking prey with a gun.

If there were no enemy in the air today,
he would be out hunting wild boar.

Eh, Goering?

The newspapers have defined us
as medieval knights,

plunging into battle with these flying
machines as our handsome steeds,

adorned with colorful scarves
like feathered plumes.

I'm surprised you don't paint
your planes bright red.

Quite.

This Nungesser,
Monsieur Skull and Crossbones,

you know him?

He landed at Aerodrome this morning.

So he is back from his injuries.

They suspected he tried
to down my brother this morning.

But Lothar here
managed to flutter home,

his tail feathers a little ruffled, however.

Sergeant, pepper.

As Lothar's older brother,
I feel obliged to avenge

Monsieur Nungesser's
attempt on his life.

"I, Baron von Richthofen,

"challenge old Skull and Crossbones

"to a duel, alone,

"tomorrow at dawn."

Who will volunteer to drop this message
on the Lafayette Escadrille Aerodrome?

I will be honored
to carry this message, Manfred.

And now, I would like
to propose a toast.

To victory!

Excuse me, Rittmeister,
Anthony Fokker has arrived in the field.

Ah, excellent.

Well, Captain, there is your ride.

It's over for you. Internment
for the rest of the war. Goodbye.

Thanks.

- Sergeant.
- Yes.

I want you to paint my Albatros red.

Red? Your plane
will be visible for miles.

You cannot hide. It's too bold.

I do not need to hide from anyone.

We are bold
and we will let them know it.

Just paint it.

Okay, drive!

Keep going. Faster!

Indy! Over here!

Indy, grab my hand! Come on!

Okay, hit it!

You made it. Incredible.
What happened?

We got shot down. Green was captured.

German plane over the field.

- It's from Richthofen.
- How do you know?

- I had lunch with him.
- You what?

It's a challenge to a duel,
one on one with Nungesser.

He's right.

It's a challenge to a duel over the castle
at St. Quentin, tomorrow at dawn.

- Tomorrow at dawn?
- But Charles has already gone to Paris.

- Well, then, we better go get him.
- Yeah.

Oh, we can dare and we can do

United men and brothers, too

Their gallant footsteps do pursue
and change our country's story

Our hearts so stout have got us fame

For soon 'tis known
from whence we came

Where 'ere we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory

- How do you know he's here?
- That's Charles's car.

- That's a German staff car.
- It's his prized possession.

It figures.

Well, well.

I seem to have finally got Richthofen
where I want him.

- Are you going alone?
- Of course.

We may be at war,
but we are still gentlemen.

He shall be alone, and so shall I.

But perhaps Defense will join me
and take some photos of my victory.

- Oh, no, no. I...
- You brought the challenge.

Then it's settled.

Now, drink, Captain.

To the defeat of Richthofen.

Yeah!

I got it. He's going down.

Look. Germans! The whole squadron.

Charles is attacking.

They're ganging up on Charles.

Charles is hit.

- What happened?
- Charlie got him,

then the rest of the German
squadron showed up.

- Did you see Richthofen go down?
- Not exactly, but he was hit.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

I just hope Nungesser makes it.

There. There.

- You did it, Indy.
- The Red Baron going down. Wow.

What? Hey, guys!
Hobie, Indy, Carl, come on out here.

- Charles.
- Captain Defense.

Hey, we thought you were dead.

Just another one of my bumpy landings
in no man's land.

We did it, sir. Look.

Bravo! Richthofen is gonna be furious

when he sees
what the press make of this, eh?

- I thought you got him.
- No confirmation.

We think he made it back,
but it was a good fight, eh?

Let's hope Richthofen doesn't find out
who took this picture.

You were lucky it was only a small leak
and the fire did not spread.

Yes. The old Albatros
brought me home again.

We have been through much together,
but I do look forward to this new plane.

Fokker, you have outdone yourself.

This time you have created
an unrivalled gun platform with wings.

This plane can twist and turn
like a hornet.

Climb faster than anything
we've had before.

I must get back to Paris
before they find out I have been flying.

You will have to continue fighting
without me.

What are my chances?

I have every reason to believe
you'll make it, Indy.

In fact, I'm so sure, I promise you
I will be back here with champagne

when your assignment is up
and drive you back to Paris myself.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

We have dealt Richthofen a blow
he will never forget.

Look. "Flying cameraman there
to record the kill so all can see."

Like this Belgian captain
with Nungesser.

Do not worry yourself, Lothar.

I will make it a priority to deny them
the pleasure of filming my death.

I believe the heart of the matter
is very simple.

To shoot down the cameraman first.

The young aviator lay dying

And as 'neath the wreckage he lay

And as 'neath the wreckage he lay

To the mechanics around him

These parting words he did say

Two valve springs
you'll find in my stomach

Three spark plugs are safe in my lung

The prop is in splinters inside me

To my fingers the joystick has clung

Take the cylinders out of my kidneys

The connecting rods out of my brain

From the small of my back
take the crankshaft

And assemble the engine again

Take the cylinders out of my kidneys

The connecting rods out of my brain

From the small of my back
take the crankshaft

And assemble the engine again

Intelligence has reported
a new German airfield

somewhere in this area,
closer to our lines than ever before.

They believe it to be the home base
of those large night bombers

that have been raiding Paris.

Photographs of this area may reveal
that they're there.

We'll do our best
to draw enemy fire, Captain,

but there's no denying that this will be
a dangerous mission indeed.

I'm sorry it comes on your last day here.

Seems like that's always the way it is.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine,
but we just had our plane redesigned.

It won't be the first time.

Let's get out of here.

Hobie, it's Richthofen!

This is it, pal!

Look out!

Grab the wires! Grab the wires!

Pull the wires. Make them like a kite!

Get control!

Get the other wire!

Okay!

Okay.

Let's just keep it tight
until you feel in control.

Okay! Here we go.

Get out of here! She's gonna blow.

I thought you guys should have that.

Yeah, thanks.

More ghosts.

- Hey, did you hear the news?
- No, what?

Wilson declared war
on Germany this morning.

America is in the war.

No kidding.

This squadron will probably be
turned over to the U.S. Army.

They'll be getting some
of the best fighting men I know.

You guys really took care of me.

I just hope I never have to fly again.

Ready, Captain? I haven't got all night.

Coming.

At least he's out of danger.

What's the rush?

They've given me
a special assignment, very hush-hush.

I have to report at 1200 hours.

Well, goodbye, Charles,
it's been an experience.

Ah, yes, Captain Defense.

You did very well
on your first assignment. Please sit.

You have heard of Anthony Fokker?

The German aircraft designer. Yes, sir.
He designed the Fokker Dr.1 Triplane.

And he also invented the machine gun,

designed to shoot through
the blades of a propeller.

You are right,
except in one important particular.

Monsieur Fokker is not German,
he is Dutch.

Since Holland is neutral,
he could have chosen

to work for the Allies
or for the Germans.

Unfortunately, he chose the Germans.

Your mission is to contact Fokker
and persuade him to defect to us.

If he accepts, tell him that
another agent will get to him

and make arrangements
to get out him out of Germany.

The British have already offered him
2 million pounds to work for them.

We are offering him even more.
Good luck.

Report to Room 13B,
and they will brief you.

Thank you, sir.

Hi, I am Captain Defense.

Come inside. Come inside.

Don't give your name.
Don't ever give your name.

We are expecting a Captain D.

Well, yeah, that's me, I'm

Captain D.

Good. We have your papers here.

Corporal G, you have the papers
for Captain D?

Please sit down, Captain D.

Your name is Fritz Diefenbaker.

You are the manager of
a small dye factory outside Berlin.

These are your travel papers
to Hannover.

Hannover?

And the address of the firm
that makes naval uniforms.

This is your certificate of exemption
from German military service

because of defective eyesight.

Right, right.

If you'd sign those documents, please.

Right, right.

Those are your documents, Captain D.

- What do I do now?
- Go to Room 13C.

- Hi, I am Captain D.
- Oh! Captain Defense, come in.

Your mission is very interesting,

and we have been working
very hard for you.

Captain Defense, gentlemen.

- First, here is your suit.
- My suit.

Don't worry, it is your size.

It will fit you, but not too well.

Show him the pockets.

A map of Hannover

and one of the countryside
between D�sseldorf and Hannover.

Also, secret pockets in here,

in here and in here.

- And the shoes?
- Shoes.

The right shoe, slide back the heel,

lens, film and satin.

So, I...

With these materials
and a box with a hole in it,

- you can make a camera.
- Oh, right, right. I remember that.

We were not told
that you would need one,

but we thought
we had better make sure.

So, is there anything in the left shoe?

Of course. Put it on,
stomp and twist with the heel...

Knife. Great.

Francois, the baggage.

It is a fitted suitcase.

- A brush, razor, hair oil...
- Oh, I never use hair oil.

It is not hair oil, it is invisible ink.

Right.

Don't forget the spectacles.

Georges, spectacles.

Your suit.

You must wear these

to maintain your disguise
from the Germans.

And you must use them for reading.

- Your suitcase.
- And the shoes.

Let me know how the knife works.
We haven't tried that one before.

Right.

- So, is there anything else?
- I don't think so.

A secret pocket
for the document, naturally,

but they will tell you about that
in Room 13A.

- 13A.
- Voila.

Captain Henri Defense?

- Yes, sir.
- Captain, please sit down.

Anthony Fokker usually works
at his aircraft factory near Berlin.

It is impossible to reach him there
'cause he's closely watched at all times.

However, we have discovered

that he's shortly to begin a journey
to the naval base at Ahlhorn,

some sort of official inspection tour.

Ahlhorn is heavily guarded.
We will never get you in there.

However, along the way,
tomorrow night,

Fokker will be staying at a hotel
in Hannover for one night.

It will be our only opportunity
to reach him.

- So I'II...
- So,

you will leave for Hannover tonight,
arriving there at dawn.

Find the Hotel Franz Josef.

There you will contact
the hall porter, Max.

Your password throughout will be,
"It's a long way from Le Havre."

The reply being, "You are Captain D."

- Yes, sir.
- Do not be late.

You must give this letter to Max.
It contains our proposals to Fokker.

Max must deliver it to him tomorrow
at 6:00 p.m.,

when he is dressing for dinner.

You will stand by and wait for a reply.

Hopefully, he will meet you
to discuss his terms.

- I'll be there.
- Here is the letter.

Place it in the secret pocket
and guard it with your life.

Yes, sir.

Because we don't really mind
if the Germans find it.

They know we are trying
to bribe Fokker.

Of course, if they do find it,
they will shoot you.

Here are your travel instructions.
Leave immediately.

Take bus 127 southeast out of Paris.

After about two hours you will
get off at the end of Moulin Roulet,

the last stop before entering
the military zone behind the front.

From the crossroads, go north.

Walk two miles until you reach
a signpost for Le Havre.

Beyond, there will be
a group of ruined buildings.

Turn on the path
and go to the old farmhouse.

There you will find Maurice.
He will get you into Germany.

Hi, I was sent by the travel agent
to inquire about Maurice.

- It's a long way from...
- Yes, yes, come in.

You are late.

This is not the kind of operation
you could be late for.

- It is vital you take off at sunset.
- Take off?

What, you mean fly?
I wasn't supposed to have to fly again.

How do you think
you will get into Germany?

By train.

No, we fly you in.

I really don't much like flying.

Don't worry, you have the best pilot
in France, and the safest.

He's been on dozens of missions
and always returned.

Captain D! I should have realized.

Charles?

Indy, we will have
one last adventure together.

- Not the last, I hope.
- But have no fear,

I am more than a match
for all the guns of Germany.

I will deliver you safely to your
destination and get you back again.

Charles, has this ever
been done before?

Well, not exactly in this manner,
but we will succeed.

Whether it's flying or spying,
one must always be willing to improvise,

to just take what you've been given,

add some imagination to it
and just charge ahead,

full throttle and no brakes.

It's getting dark.
We'd better get the plane out.

Right.

- What is this?
- It's the parachute.

- A parachute? What's it for?
- Didn't I tell you?

That is how spies are dropped
behind enemy lines.

- What?
- You jump out of the airplane with it.

- But I am not gonna...
- It's the latest experimental model.

Small enough to wear on your back.

Now, just climb aboard and sit down.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Charles, please keep your hands
on the stick.

You know, the first thing I shall do
when this war is over,

I am going to fly the Atlantic.

That's impossible.

Not if I do it alone. That would save fuel.

Just me and the sky
and my little beauty.

Come on, up we go.
Let's visit the moon.

No! No! No!

Wake up, my boy. We are there.

This is Hannover.

I said I would get you
to your destination.

Where are you supposed
to pick me up?

See there? The Kruppstein ruins.

We can rendezvous there,
in the field beside there, tonight.

- Ready to jump?
- But I've never landed with a parachute.

It's easy.

Put your feet together,
bend your knees and roll forward.

- Jump.
- I can't.

I said, jump!

Don't forget to pull the cord.

Sie da!

Wer sind Sie? Was tun Sie hier?

Ich hei�e Fritz Diefenbaker.
Ich bin ein Gesch�ftsmann.

Zeigen Sie mir lhre Papiere.

Ah, ja, ja, ja.

Ja, ja.

Was ist das?

Max. Max.

Yes, how can I help you?

- Are you Max?
- Yes.

Do you have a reservation?

It's a long way from Le Havre.

- You are Captain D.
- Is Fokker still here?

Yes, but...

There has been a change in schedule.

- He's leaving?
- Yes.

See if you can delay him.
I'll get the letter.

All right.

Excuse me, mein Herr Fokker.

There is a gentleman who wishes
to have a word with you.

He said something
about unfinished business.

What? Where is he?

Herr Fokker, will you hurry, please?
We will miss the train.

Yes, yes, coming.

Thank you, Max.

Thank you very much.

- I've got it. Where are they going?
- To catch the train to Ahlhorn.

Where's the station? Maybe I can
catch him before the train leaves.

You could, but I doubt
you'll be able to speak with him,

they watch him very closely.

Then I'll get on the train.

I can stop him
when he goes to the lavatory.

- But wait.
- What?

You can borrow my bicycle.

- Right.
- And there is a shortcut to the station.

Listen, go to the Kruppstein ruins.
Look for a Charles Nungesser.

He'll be by a biplane.

What do I do
if you don't show up tonight?

Improvise.

Stop. You have no ticket.

- Wait. One ticket to Ahlhorn.
- You must come to the ticket office.

Wait!

Here.

You have to have a ticket.

Steward.

Steward.

I'm sorry, Admiral Werner,
but I must disagree with you.

In my opinion,
the day of the zeppelin is over.

Ja, ja, they are too slow.

They are much too vulnerable
to anti-aircraft fire.

For bombing enemy cities, perhaps.

Steward, schnapps, three schnapps.

The secret of bombing enemy cities
is high-altitude bombing,

and that can only be carried out
by aircraft that can fly in,

drop their bombs
and then swiftly return.

There are some very interesting
new developments

that we would like you to see at Ahlhorn.

We would be honored
to have your involvement

in some of our more
challenging design problems.

Tell me, mein Herr,

do you happen to know
Villehad Forssman?

That Swede? Of course.

- He's a maniac.
- Or a genius.

Yes, yes, one of those
so-called geniuses

who is always inventing crazy things.

The shell-proof tank?
A one-man submarine?

You wait till you see his latest invention.
It will change your mind, I think.

And the course of the war.

So, what is this secret weapon?

I'm so sorry, but I cannot tell you that.

You must wait till you see it
for yourself at Ahlhorn.

I hope it is worth the journey.

The North Sea is always
so cold this time of year.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What do you want?

I am Herr Fokker's valet,
Fritz Diefenbaker.

- I was told to ride with you.
- Nobody told me.

- What?
- All right, get in.

- How long will it take him to get there?
- He should be there by now.

If he can somehow meet with Fokker,
he could be here by nightfall.

Well, he better be.

Improviser or not,

I have to get out of here tonight.

There's too much risk
waiting out here in the open.

Not so much
as where Captain D is going.

Who is this?

This is Fritz Diefenbaker.
He is with them.

- Your papers, please.
- Of course.

There you are.

All right, but you should have a pass.

Certainly, I'll tell the General.

Which of these bags
are mein Herr Fokker's?

Okay.

Here you are.
Fokker is Room 6. Upstairs.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mein Herr Fokker, I'm Captain D.
Did you get my note?

What are you doing here?

I told them I was your valet.

Come inside.

You were supposed
to meet me in Hannover.

I know, I know. I ran into some trouble.

Since you are my valet,
kindly put my case upon the bed.

Got a letter for you.

I think you know the subject.

I hope the French have a better idea
of my worth than the British.

That's General von Kramer.
Hide, quickly. Don't let them see you.

- Now.
- I was told to wait for a reply.

There you are. We were afraid
you had given us the slip.

Now, I believe you have
not met our Swedish friend,

Villehad Forssman.

Forssman, this is
mein Herr Anthony Fokker.

Honored, I am sure.

I understand you have
a surprise for me today.

I cannot wait to be amused.

Amused?

I am not here to entertain, Herr Fokker.

There are others in Germany
who have ideas about flying, too.

Perhaps, but I have seen
very little outside my factory

that I would encourage
Germany to invest in.

You are only versed in the design
of small pursuit airplanes.

My machine is in
an entirely different class.

Well, indeed.

We have chosen Ahlhorn
as the base for his new machine

because here we can keep it
far from the view of the enemy.

When can I see it?

The aircraft will be arriving
at the airfield at 4:00.

Unfortunately, a storm has delayed
its departure from Pohl.

But, as I understand it,
the weather is clearing now, so...

There are drinks
and refreshments downstairs.

And we have arranged a special tour
of the hydrogen factory.

Shall we go?

I think our tame lions
do not much like each other.

You wait till Fokker sees the Pohl Giant.
Then the fur will really fly.

To the manager of
the Franz Josef Hotel,

Hannover, Germany.

Kindly reserve a room for me
on the night of April 7.

Yours faithfully, Fritz Diefenbaker.

From Ahlhorn Naval Base.

I have delivered the letter
and await response.

There's a secret weapon at the base,
and I hope to report further on this.

But if I fail...

If I fail, further inquiries
should be made. Captain D.

Excuse me, I've got a letter
I need to post for mein Herr Fokker,

but I don't have a stamp.
Do you know where...

Give it to me, I'll put it
with the officers' letters.

Very good. Thank you.

Now this is...
This is where we break down the water

to extract the hydrogen
for the zeppelin piece.

And over here,

they are working on
a new process to refine helium.

If we can perfect the method,

we will eliminate
the explosive dangers of hydrogen.

So, this is not the place

for you to light up
one of your big, fat cigars, Herr Fokker.

Halt!

What are you doing?

I'm here with mein Herr Fokker,
the aircraft designer.

He gave me permission to look around.

- I suggest you go back to your room.
- Right, thanks.

Come inside, quickly.

I'm not interested.

May I ask why, sir?

Of course.

The French have offered me
hardly more money than the British.

If they had doubled their offer,
I might have considered it.

But, as it is...

Besides,

the facilities for my work would not
nearly be as good in France

as they are in Germany.

Yes, but you're working for the Hun,
the war mongers.

You're making machines that kill.

Oh, come now, Captain.

What am I to call you? Captain D?

You have come here to encourage me
to put my genius to work for France

instead of Germany,

but you still want me
to make machines that kill.

You don't want me
to make Christmas decorations.

Certainly, it means something to you

whether your work is put
to the use of good or evil?

The Germans think they represent
the good and the French are evil.

I am a scientist, not a philosopher.

Yes, sir, but for the sake
of humanity, don't you think...

Humanity.

Wars come and go.

Humanity suffers,
but knowledge and science survive.

I will tell you something else.

Governments spend millions
on research for machines of war

when they will not pay a penny
for medical research in times of peace.

So, science thrives in times of war,

and, in the end, when the war is over,
it is very often humanity that benefits.

You must go.

We are going to see Forssman's
invention in half an hour.

Take your suitcase and go.

And for God's sake, don't get caught.

Anthony.

Von Richthofen. It's good to see you.

Greetings, Herr Admiral.

General von Kramer.

What are you doing here?

I was wounded last week
and I'm on leave to recover.

Nothing so serious.

We invited him to see
Forssman's latest invention.

Naturally, we wanted the opinion
of Germany's greatest pilot, as well.

- It's a great occasion, sir.
- Absolutely.

Do I know you?

I came with Admiral Werner.

Of course. I'm afraid I...

You couldn't be expected
to remember us all, sir.

No, no, quite so, such a large party.

Are those Dutch cigars you have there?

Yes, sir. Mr. Fokker was kind enough
to give them to me.

Don't forget, we are not allowed
to smoke them in the restricted area.

- All that hydrogen.
- Oh, no, sir, of course not.

But I do particularly like Dutch cigars.

I wonder if I might rob you
of two or three.

Absolutely.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

- Much obliged.
- Not at all.

Already, we have six of these beautiful
monsters here beside the North Sea.

I have great plans for them in the future.

The British fleet will soon discover,
eh, Captain?

Yes, indeed, Admiral.

Do you know the first plane
with a tubular frame that I ever built

was in a zeppelin hangar
in Baden-Baden?

And is the story true

about the synchronized machine gun
and the windmill?

I remembered, as a boy,
throwing stones

between the sails of a windmill.

An inspiration, but a very practical one.

Genius is not enough, Forssman,
one must be practical as well.

You think that I am not?

I'm about to discover.

There it is.

Pohl Giant Triplane.

What do you think, Herr Fokker?

Very impressive.

No cable bracing, I see.

The insides of the fuselage are lined
with a second plywood layer.

With 10 engines and that wingspan,
there is no problem.

With this plane,
we can now bomb New York.

Do you agree, Herr Fokker?

Possibly, let me work on it.

I will make it fly twice as far.

General, will you really
drop bombs on New York?

First of all, we will drop leaflets

in order to persuade them
to withdraw from a war

they should never have entered
in the first place.

Halt, up there! Stop that man!

- That's not one of our officers.
- Halt! Stop him!

I shot that man down.

Was? Himmel!

No.

Out.

Everybody out.

If I don't leave now,
I'll lose the moonlight,

and then who knows
where I will end up?

Come on,
spin the prop like I showed you.

Mission accomplished?

Full throttle and no brakes.

Bon! Tell me about it
on the moonlit ride home.

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