All language subtitles for Reach For The Sky.触摸苍穹_en

Contact. Contact.

ENGINE STARTS UP

HE REVS ENGINE

I'm just joining.

Report at the cadets' mess.

Top of the road, sir. Thank you.

Gentlemen...

..attention!

What's your name, sir?

Bader, Flight Sergeant.

Are you a comedian?

No, sir.

What's wrong with your hat?

I can't see it.

Then take it off, sir!

Well?

I fell off my motorcycle
coming here.

Then how do you expect
to fly an aeroplane, sir?

By being taught, sir.
MAN LAUGHS

Another funny man!
What is your name, sir?

Sanderson, Flight Sergeant.

You won't laugh
so much in future.

Gentlemen, move to the right
in fours. Forward march!

Right.

By the left!

Left wheel!

Quick march!

SANDERSON: As Douglas Bader
marched on that day in 1928,

I marched beside him.

Two young men
for whom living meant flying.

Douglas was airborne
within two days

on his first
instructional flight.

From the beginning, he loved it.

Relax, you're too tensed up.
Now try another turn.

Don't shove it, guide it gently.

Make the aeroplane part of you.

That's better.

I'm beginning
to feel the plane now, sir.

Never call it a plane.
It's an aeroplane!

Yes, sir.

Now, try a landing.

Right.

OK, you've got her.

Now turn in.

I've got her!

We'll try again tomorrow.

You mightn't be valuable
to the air force, but I am.

Not bad at all.

Thank you.

How do you feel
about going solo soon?

Fine, sir.

Take off, fly a circuit,
then land.

I'll be watching.

Very good, sir.

Shove back a bit!

ALL SING DRUNKENLY

ALL LAUGH

You're late again!

Blast!

Name, gentlemen?

Bader!

I bet I've written off
this kick-start!

I think she's all right.

Douglas, PC trouble.

Were you in the lane?

No!

Who owns the motorcycle?

Me, Sergeant.
Flight Cadet Bader.

Bayder. Bar-der.

Flight Cadet...

..Bayder.

That's the third time
I've booked you.

I'm in trouble again.

You've no rear light.

I did have.
You're not pinching me for that?

That, or not being in control.

I'll take the no rear light.

Either spells trouble.
I'll serve the summons tomorrow.

It's nice being wanted.

You're a menace to everybody.

Good night, officer.

Good night.

ALL LAUGH

You came here
on a prize cadetship.

Since then, you've done no work,

spending your time breaking rules
and defying authority.

Now this latest escapade.

Anything else to say?

It must be some sort
of reaction, sir.

I've been studying hard.

You may be interested
in the examination results, then.

Yes, sir.

You're 19th out of 21.

Oh.

You've excelled in flying
and games. That's not enough.

You'd better change considerably
or you'll go.

We don't want schoolboys,
we want men. That's all.

Yes, sir.

How many does that make Bader?

102. It's a pity it's his last
game.

Four more and you've won.

APPLAUSE

Bravo! Nice knock!

Well done, Douglas.

Thanks.

The postings are up.

Are we together?

Yes, at Kenley.

23 Squadron!

Congratulations, Pilot Officer!

And you, sir.

Good innings, Bader.

Thank you, sir.

They're keeping all the trouble
together at Kenley.

We'll liven things up.

Parade, attention!

General salute!

BUGLE SOUNDS

Sanderson!

Yes, sir?

Were you falling out of a row?

I just sort
of came out of it lower down.

They're different
from the Gamecock.

Don't repeat it.

Yes, sir.

Don't do low aerobatics.

We know our stuff.

Two pilots died in the last month
doing low aerobatics.

They were just unlucky.

You've been the worst offender
of all.

Better pilots than you have died.

Surely we mustn't always
obey regulations.

They're written
for the obedience of fools

and the guidance of wise men.

So you've said.

Douglas.

Sir?

Great pilots shouldn't always
have to prove it.

I understand, sir.

See you at the dance.

You bet, sir.

SLOW DANCE MUSIC

You're always in a hurry.

When have you seen me hurrying?

Playing rugby.

Have I got a fan?

You're a celebrity.

What are you up to on Monday?

Making love to Sally, hopefully.

We're flying to Reading.

Count me in.

Where do you live?

About 40 miles away.

I'll run you home now.

What about Johnny and Hilda?

They're all right - look.

I'll get my coat.

Let's go!

I'll wait here.

And very nice too.

Hello, sir.

Enjoying yourself?

Rather!

I did mean
what I said this afternoon.

About showing off?
I deserved it.

Just watch it,
there's a good chap.

I will, sir.

Right. Good night.

Behave yourself.

Behave yourself?

He means Monday, not tonight.

Must be some service boys here.

It'll be the standard fighter.

Terrifically fast.

Hello, Jones. Just come in?

Yes.

Meet Sanderson,
Richardson and Bader.

Saw your Bulldog.

Uh-huh?

Saw you playing rugby.
Perhaps you'll represent England.

If I'm lucky.

Quite the all-rounder -
rugger, cricket, boxing...

..Hendon.

You and Day put on a great show.

Day's a great pilot.

Better go. Thanks again.

Beat up the field first.

No, we're not allowed.

Come on, Bader.

We've been warned off
the low stuff.

Oh.

Come on, we ought to go.

Sorry.

These boys only perform
for crowds.

CLAMOUR OF VOICES

Get the ambulance!

We'll get you out.

Can you get that parachute?

They won't be long, Douglas.

Let me get up.

Lie still, old boy.

John...I can't feel my legs.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Hello, Sister.

Mr Joyce, could you see a pilot
who's just come in?

I have an appointment.

The house surgeon
says it's hopeless.

Tell Taylor I'll be delayed.

You only just caught him.

It was lucky.

This patient needs luck.

The pulse is stronger.
He should be dead.

He's extremely fit.

Let me look at the X-rays.
Right leg, please.

Left leg.

You've had an accident,
but we'll soon fix you up.

Don't give me any anaesthetic.
I hate it.

Don't worry, we'll see things
are all right. Relax.

Now, breathe...

..quite naturally.

How badly is he injured?

Right leg's practically severed,
left leg's crushed.

Two ribs broken,
minor facial injuries.

He's lost a great deal of blood.
We haven't got much time.

I raced here!

What about his mother?

She'll be here tomorrow.

What a mess.

I suppose
he wouldn't fly any other way.

Oh, Sister...

What's happening?

They're operating.

How is he?
They're amputating his right leg.

That's terrible
for a man like Douglas.

Mr Bader's mother's here.

I'll see her soon.

You can take the dressings off.

What am I doing here?

You're awake, are you?

Of course. Where am I?

Hospital. You had an accident.

Accident?

You crashed in an aeroplane.

Oh, how bloody silly.

This is Mr Joyce.

He operated on you.

Did I break a leg?

You broke both of them.

I suppose that happens
in an aeroplane crash.

I'm afraid we've had to
amputate the right leg.

Sorry I've been a nuisance.

Ready, Sister.

Let's see how
the other leg's getting along.

This might hurt.

I can't remember anything.

I crashed in an aeroplane.
I broke both legs.

HE GASPS

There, the dressing's off.

Mmm-hmm.

Right. See you later, old chap.

All right, nurse, redress the leg.

Well, sir?

I'd better see the mother.

She's here.

This is Mr Joyce, the surgeon.

I'm Bader's uncle,
this is his mother.

How do you do?

Hello.

The first operation went well.

The first operation?

Yes, the other leg
is badly infected.

I must have your authority
to amputate.

Oh, no! No!

But what's the alternative,
Mr Joyce?

There's none,
if he's to live.

But he can't lose both legs!

I might save it below the knee.

Couldn't we wait?

I'm afraid not.

It's his only chance, my dear.

If you do it, are you sure
you'll be able to save him?

I can't be sure, but I'll try.

Very well.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Give him my love.

Yes, I will.

Mr Joyce will
do everything possible.

I'm afraid that Douglas
will hate me for ever,

but I couldn't let him die.

Of course not!

SANDERSON: Knowing the danger,

Joyce did the second amputation
at top speed

and they wheeled Bader back.

Every ten minutes, day and night,
they took his pulse.

It was there - but only just.

Douglas was a man hanging onto
a precipice by his fingertips.

HE GROANS

Would he have the strength,
when the anaesthetic wore off,

to face the terrible
weight of pain?

Can't we give him more morphia?

It's having no effect.

He lay there fighting
for two days and two nights.

There was no relief
and no defence,

until his body
could stand no more.

Then came the morning
when the pain had left him.

He felt warm and peaceful.

He was, in fact,
slipping away from life.

DOOR BANGS

NURSE: Shhh! He's dying.

Dying?

We'll see!

In that moment,
the pain started again.

Send Mrs Williams home tomorrow.

Yes.

How's Bader today?

His pulse is stronger.

He's still in terrible pain.

Let's see him. Yes.

The morphia's having some effect.

I think he'll pull through.

That will please
some of your nurses, Sister.

You know what young nurses are.

I'll see they concentrate
on their work.

Oh!

There's life in the patient yet.

How's your pulse rate, Sister?

'Hour after hour,
for four endless days,

'the devoted nurses
fought for his life.

'And in the end, they won.'

I came quickly.

Thank you.

How is he?

He's awake.

He's made a remarkable recovery.

What are his interests in life?

Flying and sport - that's all.

I was afraid of that.

He's always been on top
in those things.

It makes him show off sometimes.

He won't accept second best.

He'll have to.

To Douglas, that means failure.

He has to prove himself,
otherwise he feels out of it.

I wonder how he'll take it,
that he's lost both legs.

You mean he doesn't know?

No.

It's important that he shouldn't
find out by accident.

Would you like me to tell him?

That's why I asked you here.

There's no-one with him
at the moment.

Hello, John.

Hello, Douglas.

You look fine.

The boys send their best wishes.

It's nice of you to visit me.

Yes, isn't it!

I have come to say goodbye.

What?

I've been posted
to the Middle East.

Phew!

You lucky devil!
I wish I was going with you.

HE STIFLES A CRY

Giving you some trouble?

It's the left one -
it hurts like hell!

It's bound to hurt at first.

I wish they'd cut it off,
like they did the right one.

You'd really like it taken off?

Anything to stop it hurting.

They HAVE taken it off.

Why does it hurt so much then?

You had to know sometime.

I suppose so.

Thanks for telling me, John.

It's a bit difficult to...

HE SOBS

It certainly does hurt.

I'll try
to see you tomorrow, Dougie.

Well?

Well, I told him.

How did he take it?

Pretty hard.

I'll see him.

I must go.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

Bye.

You've done quite a job on me.

I'm afraid it's a case
for artificial legs.

But they're very good,
so don't worry.

I'm not worried.
I'll get some longer legs.

I've always wanted to be taller.

Brace!

Brace!

Brace!

Come on! Look lively!
SHE LAUGHS

Sally's coming.

Why the excitement?

I'm keen about her.

You hardly know her!

Second night I met her,
I drove her home 40 miles.

She's keen about me.

Is she?

I bet it wouldn't last.

You're a horrible old cynic, Brace.

You don't want to marry her?

I'd marry someone
who first met me as I am now.

It's that or no-one.

Or I'll come back and marry you!

I wouldn't marry you!

You'd be killed in the rush!

Anyone home?

Harry Day!

Don and Tommy!
This is a surprise.

Well! Well!

Thanks awfully!

Some goodies.

Tinned pears!

You all know Brace.

Hello.

Hello, Sally!

How are we today?

Fine.

I didn't know we'd have a party.
Don, put the gramophone on.

Good idea!

Tea for five!

You think it's a cafe?

Yes.

Sally, may I have the pleasure?

Please do.

GRAMOPHONE MUSIC PLAYS

What about waltzing me
round the garden, Harry?

I'll push you around.

They're holding
a court of inquiry.

They'll visit you.

They'll know it was my fault.

Everyone's so nice,

you'd think the Air Marshal's
daughter had hit you!

You think they'll let me stay in?

They'll give you a staff job.

Tied to an office desk all day?
I'd rather die.

Now, Douglas...

I've simply got to fly again!

All right, all right!
Who says you won't fly?

Freddie West lost a leg.

I saw him flying solo yesterday
at Wittering.

When I get my tin legs,
I'll show you!

Home, James!

We'll see!

HE GROANS

No, I'm all right.

Please leave me alone.

You're being obstinate.

Please! I must do it by myself.

How long have you been outside?

Half an hour.

I didn't hurt myself.

Really! How many times
did you fall down?

About half a dozen.

Serves you right for hurrying.

This blasted peg leg
hurts like blazes.

I'll look at it.

You can't expect it to be perfect
in three days.

HE SIGHS

Will you be warm enough?

I'm all right.

I'll put the rug round you.

I've got some news.

I've had enough news today.

I've heard from Sally.

What's the matter?

She's walked out on me, Brace.

What?

Her mother's taken her
to South Africa for three months.

For a holiday?

Be your age!

She won't have her daughter
mixed up with a helpless cripple.

And she's right.

You're better off without her.

Thank you.

Johnson crashed and was killed,
lucky devil!

Don't say that!

He's lucky he's dead!

I'd rather be dead.

You're alive
and you're going to stay alive!

Before long, you're going
to be able to walk.

A lot of people have spent
a great deal of time on you.

They've worked for you,
fought for you and prayed for you.

And you wish you were dead.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.

Where's that...that pamphlet?

You don't think
they're shooting a line?

You CAN walk on their tin legs?

Yes, of course.

Would you like to hear my news?

Mm-hm.

The court recommended
that no disciplinary action

be taken against you.

What?

Flight Lieutenant Day telephoned.

He said he's delighted.

HE WHISTLES

I'm delighted too.

They can't kick me out!

No.

They can't stop me flying.

I'd like to see them try!

Thanks, Brace. I won't
let you down again, I promise.

I'll be leaving here soon.
I'll miss you.

Will you?

Twice round the garden!

I've got work to do.

Can't waste time with you.

Let's go!

Mr Bader has gone for a walk.

For a walk? Cor blimey!

That's the point, it isn't!

It's time to turn back.

Yeah.

What will I do without you?

Exactly what you want to do!

Car is here.

Just a moment.

I shan't get another chance
to say this.

You needn't.

You saved my life.

Nonsense.

Oh, yes, you did.

You put me together again.

Well, let's say we fought
the battle together.

And we won it, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

Dear Brace.

I've another patient
coming in this afternoon.

Your room's in a dreadful state.

Another patient? Lucky man.

Come along.

Yeah.

Be careful
of those gramophone records.

I will, ma'am.

Here they come.

You're keeping
the air force waiting, young man.

What about my gramophone records?

All aboard.

Good.

Don't worry, Bader,
this is purely a social visit.

We simply had to say goodbye!

I'll be back on my tin legs.

We'll have a party.

That'll be lovely!

It's time you were off.

Right. Well...

Goodbye, Doc. Thank you
for everything you've done.

You've got what it takes, Douglas.

Goodbye. Good luck to you.

Thanks.

Sister, it's a good job
I can't shake hands.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Now you, Sister.

Take care of yourself.

Goodbye and thank you.

Now you, nurse!
Your turn next.

Permission to carry on, Sister?

SHE LAUGHS

Nurse Nicholls! Don't be shy.

What a day this is!

Brace.

Goodbye, Brace.

Good luck.

All set for takeoff?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Right!

Don't let
the other patients kiss you!

Take care!

I will!

DRILL SERGEANT: Attention!

I'm bust again.

That'll be £52,000 and tuppence.

Like a hand?

With you sharks?

SHOUTING >

Shut that window.

It's like being in the army!

How about a spin
in your Bentley, Peely?

We can't drive.

It's against the regulations.

If you're windy, I'll drive.

Gentlemen, here's your chauffeur!

Come on!

MOTOR REVS

My arm's out.

Hope Matron doesn't see.

Haven't a leg to stand on.

Speak for yourself!

Come on, Peely! Let me have a go.
Huh!

I'd rather have a surgeon
break my arm.

I'll use my peg leg
on the clutch.

What do you think, Vic?

A few more broken bones.

All right.

ENGINE ROARS

How are you going to stop?

Let's worry about that later.
Hang on!

I'm getting the hang of it.

What about stopping?

You can't have everything.

Look out, Douglas!

BRAKES SCREECH

What's your name, mate? Death?

I missed him!

Just keep doing that!

Stand by.

Contact.

Contact. Trucks away.
HE WHISTLES

HE WHISTLES MERRILY

Ah, tea!

Tea? I'm enjoying myself.

But we're not.

Yes. Pull over.

We made it.

Let's have my prop.

Where you going?

Over there.

Poor dear!

Bet you need a cuppa.

Three teas.

Cream or plain?

Cream.

Few words, but nice!

Any more like her?

Aye, aye!
What sort of place is this?

Aren't you off?
I'll just serve those three boys.

Want any help?

Thanks. I'll manage.

As we rolled off the top,
we were getting too close.

So Danny sheered off...

You've crashed.

It's a habit.

Take your aeroplane off the table.

I'm sorry.

Here's the bill.
I'm going off now.

We'll return the tray.

You do that,
and we'll both have good luck.

Think she has a sister?

Probably a big brother.

Her pencil!

I'll return it.

Doesn't miss a trick!

Swindler.

Pour out the tea.

You be mum? Perhaps not.

You forgot your pencil.

Oh. Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

How'd you get on?

I'll ask her out one day.

No time like the present.

Go on!

I don't suppose she'd want...

Just wait till I find my feet!

Mr Bader's other leg, please.
This foot first...

Come on. I'm going
to a dance tonight!

All right. Stand on this one.

Crutches, please.

Thank you.

Feels good! Beats the peg leg.

All right. Let's try a step.

All right. Here goes.

Oof!

Yes.

Lift your leg higher, toe clear.
Right.

How's that?

Good.

Let's try the right leg.

Thank you.

Take those.

All right, Walker, slip it on.

Very good, sir.

Didn't expect all this harness.

Don't worry.

You'll feel like a parcel
at first.

Remember your right stump's weak.
You need a lot of support.

Let's have those crutches.

No. Try standing without them.

All right.

Good. Let's have a go!

Ooh!

This is impossible!

They all say that, at first.

I thought I'd be
running about soon.

Face it - you'll never
walk again without a stick.

I'll never walk WITH one!

Everyone with
your disability uses one.

What of it?

All right.

Let's try some steps.

It's impossible!

Kick the right stump forward.

Like cracking a whip.

Very good. Now, come on.

I can't move!

All right. Don't panic.

You've no toe or ankle muscles
springing you forward.

You must do without them.

Pull me over.

Pull me again!

Now let go.

Push on my right side. Again!

That's better. Thanks.

Rest now, sir.

Thanks.

That's it, sir.

I'll never get it.

You will.

Wait and see after six months.

Six months!

You'd find a stick useful.

No stick!

Not me. Never. Come on,
let's have another go.

Shorter steps, sir. It's easier.

Right.

That's a bit better.
Shorter steps are the secret.

We'll try half an inch
off the right leg.

Will it take long?

Half an hour.

I'm seeing a girl soon.
I want to be walking!

We'll make it 20 minutes.

THUDDING

OK...

Had enough, sir?

That half inch off is good!

Good. That's enough today.
You'd better go.

Not until I do a few steps alone!

If you think you can.

Let me go!

Stand back.
I'll do this on my own.

So much for sticks!

That's tremendous!

Can I practise at the hospital?

After a bit more here.

They're expecting me on my feet.
I bought clean socks!

It'll be soon enough.
Let's have tea.

SHE LAUGHS
Oh, wasn't that awful?

I must go.

See you on Thursday.

Bye-bye.

Bye. Your coat!

Yes. Bye!

Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

Your boyfriend?

No. My cousin.

Ah!

Do you go out in the evenings?

I do sometimes.

Would you come out with me?

I don't know you.

Nor me you! But I'm willing.

Well...

With new legs, I'll need
somebody to dance with.

What's your name?

Douglas Bader.

I'm Thelma Edwards.

Care to join me?

I don't...

There's nobody about.

All right.

Some tea?

Thank you.

Cream or plain?

Oh...

SPEECH DROWNED BY MUSIC

You'll be an inch shorter.

Luckily, my girlfriend's small.

If you change girls,
we'll extend you!

HE LAUGHS

It's still difficult.

But easier than three weeks ago.

That's wonderful progress.

Away, boys.
This is on my own again.

Done it!

How do I turn?

Practise. Turning's
the most difficult.

Mm-hm. We'll see about that!

They're all yours.
You've found your feet again.

It's soon to let you have them.
But you'll complain otherwise.

Like them wrapped?

I'm walking out!

Help me dress.

Uh-uh!

HE LAUGHS

It feels good.

You look fine.

Put that in the cupboard.

What about a stick -
just for now?

No. I'll go on as I've started.

Don't expect too much.

You've done well.

Thank you.

Car, sir.

Right.

Goodbye, sir.

'Bye, Mr Walker.

Good luck, sir.

Thank you.

Mr Tulitt.

Come in if you've any trouble.

I will.

Bye. Thank you.

Hello, Douglas! Here...

No! I'll manage.

So touchy! I'm sorry, Peely.

I've got to work this out.

Fellows! Long John Silver's back!
CHORUS OF GREETINGS

How goes it?

I've got 'em!

I look normal...if I don't move.

Do a circuit!

I've just climbed the stairs.
THEY GRUMBLE

Five bob you don't make your bed!
You're on!

Hold those, Peely.

Come on, Douglas.

Don't rush it.

Get stuck at it.

Watch out for speeding!

Slow!

That's the idea.

You'll make it.

Don't weaken. Come on!

Watch it!

Steady.

My leg comes next week.

There goes my bet!

Come on, try, man. Try!

Corner coming up.

THEY CHEER

You can pick up that five bob!

You all right, sir?

My stumps hurt.

I've rubbed the skin.

I'm not surprised.

You're overdoing it.

With this chafing, how can I walk?

Sticking plaster on the stumps
might help.

Then I'll go again.

No, sir. I meant...

This is what I want.
Get that plaster.

Where's your boyfriend?

Who?

That nice air force boy.

Oh, him!

Didn't he ask you out?

Ages ago.

He probably can't get around much.

GRAMOPHONE MUSIC PLAYS

Blast!

Are you all right?

Enough's enough, Douglas!

Let's go and sit down.

Boys, I must
get the hang of it.

Ooh!

Don't bust yourself.

She'll still be there.

I can't see her like this.

HE WHISTLES MERRILY

Look, boys. No hands!

This the big day?

Yes.

Shouldn't you change your socks?

I haven't had my shoes off!

Send your legs to the laundry!

Hello! How's your leg?

It'll always be stiff.

What did I tell you?
Have it off, old boy. Have it off!

Ah. Here we go.

All ready, sir.

Good. Thank you.

Remember, there's no tin heads!
Keep the wooden one.

Wish me luck!

Give her my love.

Some chance!

Blimey! He'll take off!

He'll never do that.

Not anymore.

Hello.

I'll bring it straightaway, madam.

We've had our tea.

I'm sorry.

You look wonderful!

So do you.

Thank you.

THEY SPEAK TOGETHER

Like to come out
for dinner to celebrate?

Celebrate?

I'd love to.

When do you finish?

6.00pm.

Till then.

Thanks.

Dinner? I haven't had my tea yet.

She won't be long.
Leave a good tip.

SLOW DANCE MUSIC

I learned to fly. Not much else
happened till I met you.

Couple of things, perhaps.

We must do this again.

I'd like to.

I won't be here much longer.

I'm at Kenley next week.

23 Squadron.

You know?

Father was a wing commander.

I've cousins in the air force.

I know lots!

I'll be careful.

Why didn't you say?

No chance.

Why are you at that restaurant?

Friends run it.

I'm helping out.

I'm leaving on Friday.

I'm rather sorry.
It's been fun.

Won't going back to Kenley
depress you?

Why? I'll stay
in the air force, AND fly.

Haven't you had enough?

No fear!

Doesn't matter if I crash.
I've no more legs to lose.

Good for you.

Like to dance?

Yes, if you'd like to.

Why not?

I didn't know you could.

Don't know myself!

If I trip, I'll hang onto you.

SHE LAUGHS

We're doing well!

Ooh!

What's the matter?

You're on my foot.

I'm sorry!

It's all right.

BAND PLAYS FASTER MUSIC

I can't cope with this.

Great legs! I felt nothing,
standing on your foot!

Oh.

Haven't done that for ages.
I've really enjoyed myself!

You've been wonderful company.

Nobody's ever said anything nicer.

Thelma, wish me luck at Kenley.

It's important, isn't it -
going back?

There's nothing MORE important!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Hello, Bates.

Nice to see you, sir.

I bet them all
you'd walk in here!

And nothing's changed.

Where's my kit?

Here, sir.

Why's it so quiet?

32 Squadron's away.

Hello, Harry!

Hello, old man.

Glad you're back.

Excuse me, sir.

Thank you.

Take a good look, old boy.
The very latest.

Knobbly knees, hair, corns -
the lot!

Splendid!

PLANE ROARS OVERHEAD

These always were good boots.

Somebody ought
to have them restudded.

I'll use this again!

Pass your medical.

Then they'll test your flying.

I'll pass.

Isn't there an Avro here?

Yes.

Hang on...

Just want some dual.

Against the rules.

Rules are for fools to obey
and to guide wise men. Remember?

HE LAUGHS

How are you feeling?

Fine.

All set?

All set.

Blast!

What's the matter?

Bit of cramp. Both wrists.

Too much office work!

You'd better take her.

Thanks, Harry. Hang on!

That was a nice takeoff.

It's the same as always.

No aerobatics, now.

What's that?

I said, no aerobatics!

HE LAUGHS

I'm sorry, I can't hear.

HE CHUCKLES

Shouldn't be long now, sir.

Oh, it'll be worth waiting for.

How was Central Flying School?

I enjoyed it.

Heard about my medical?

Wing Commander's got the reports.

I'd like my old squadron.

Flying Officer Bader?

Yes.

Go in.

Thank you.

Good luck, sir.

Afternoon, Bader.

Afternoon, sir.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Sorry for the wait.

That's all right, sir.

Was my flying report satisfactory?

Oh, very.

Your instructor stated that
YOU taught HIM a thing or two!

Unfortunately,
we can't pass you fit for flying

because King's Regulations
don't cover your case.

But at Central Flying School
I proved I could fly!

It's not my decision.

They thought I'd fail!

I'm sorry it turned out like this.

I'm grounded for good?

I'm afraid so.

There must be some alternative!

You could retire -

leave the air force
on grounds of ill-health.

And sell bootlaces on the street?

You'd have your retired pay.

Probably a disability pension.

Yes, that about says it all.

You don't have to decide at once.

After all...

Yes, sir. Thank you.

They failed me!

Well, it's all over.

Why? What happened?

The book doesn't say anything
about people like me flying.

That means no more flying ever?

Yes.

You'll still have your career.

I won't take a ground job.
If I can't fly, I'll leave.

There are other things
besides flying.

For instance?

Us?

I'm not much of a proposition.
No money, no job...no legs.

We'll make out.

We'll certainly try!

BUGLE PLAYS

HE STARTS ENGINE

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Bates.

Hope you find the job you want.

PLANE ROARS PAST

Yes. Thanks.

TYPEWRITERS CLATTER

"Dear sir..."

You haven't said the address.

What? Oh...um, Melbourne office.
"Dear sir..."

Um...

No smoking, Mr Bader.

Oh...

"Dear sir,
With regard to your..."

No. Delete that.

Bader.

Yes?

This letter is rather abrupt!

What's wrong?

It's like a telegram!

Wrap it up a bit -

"We would suggest..."
or "Perhaps you've considered..."

I write letters
people can understand.

You'd better learn different ways.

All right.

Where were we?

"Dear sir."

"Reference is made
to your communication..."

"We beg to point out..."
That's polite.

"We beg to point out
that reference is made..."

SANDERSON: The routine
of his job was boring.

He was a prisoner of his legs.

Then he found what he needed -
a new challenge.

Good shot!

Well done!

You're 20 yards past me!

Walk a few holes, Douglas?

No, we'll potter round here.

Leave me a club.

Good idea.

This one cuts more grass
than my lawnmower.

Ball! Ball!

Oh, yes.

Ta.

How does it feel?

Not bad.

Can't be all that difficult.

Oh, do be careful, Douglas!

Now, then. Let's see about this.

Oh, Douglas!

Ha!

I kept my head down!
Don't worry, I'm all right.

The going's pretty soft anyway.

All right, stand back.

Ohhh!

Oh!

Oh, darling...

I'm all right!

It's a question of balance.
Nothing to it.

Get back a bit. I'm OK.

Keep still, you little devil.

Aaaah!

I moved it! Did you see?
I moved it!

Well done, darling.

Fetch it for me, will you?

Now, let's have another go.

Pop it down there.
Now stand back.

I'll tee it up a bit.

Back a bit. Now then...

Aaaaah!

I hit it! Right in the middle!

I hope you're satisfied.

Not yet.

You won't be beaten.

Not by a golf ball!

No, Douglas! Come and sit down.

Have a rest.

All right.

This is a game I could play
on equal terms - no favours.

I like you looking after me.

I'm getting you fit for work.

Why worry for £200 a year?

Last night's bill was £2.

And £5 last weekend.

That still leaves £193.

More than most people.

They don't drink champagne.

Trouble is,
you've got a conscience.

Yes. I'm sorry.

I don't mind.

I wouldn't change you.

We should
think about getting married.

I like that about you -
you're so passionate.

I'm sorry. What else does one say?

Well, you could...

Look, we might as well
take a chance straightaway.

That's such a romantic proposal!

Good.

Then that's settled.

Now, let's have another whack
at golf!

Sorry - no crossed swords,
no guard of honour.

The wedding was so quick.

Never mind.

We'll do it properly one day.

I'm happy anyway.

You never thought I'd settle down.

Have you really?

Yes. It's me for the quiet life.

SANDERSON: Thelma knew he'd
drive himself too hard at golf.

But she knew why.

He wasn't flying,
but he was fighting.

He fought 18 holes a day -
and beat them.

So, life for Bader
achieved a compromise.

But one day in 1939...

SIRENS WAIL

TYPEWRITERS CLATTER
VOICES MURMUR

Dead on time! You must be keen.

Have any trouble?

No, he's delighted to see you.

Thanks, Johnny.

Did you recommend me?

Yes.

But we're short of aeroplanes.

So?

You're careless with them.

I've changed.

So have the aeroplanes.

HE LAUGHS

You remember Bader, sir?

Remember you? I nearly
kicked you both out of Cranwell!

Good luck, Douglas.

Hello, sir.

Nice to see you again.

Good of you to see me.

Not at all.

I gather you want a job.

What sort of job?

Flying, of course.

Oh...sorry. I'm only dealing
with ground jobs.

That's no good. I'm a pilot.

Yes, but...

Look, it's difficult to explain.

But I've got to get back again!

Only you can help me.
I must fly!

I beg your pardon, sir,
but I must fly again!

Tell you what - I'll give you
a note for the doctors.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Mr Blake.

Hello, sir!

What is it this time?

Same again.

They'll pass me.

Not for flying.

We'll see about that.

Sit down, sir.

Thank you.

They'll never let you fly, sir.

How are you?

We've examined you thoroughly.
You seem 100% fit.

Apart from your legs.

But they don't exist.

It's like being fit apart from
an illness you don't have.

Or being sane
when you've got no brain.

Yes, sir.

Your legs can't just be ignored.

DOCTOR WHISTLES

Have you read this
from Air Vice-Marshal Halahan?

He's on your side.

Yes, sir.

Let's let Central
assess your flying capabilities.

If I pass?

You can get out your old uniform.

Thank you, sir.

All the best.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Mr Blake!

Sir?

Where can I buy a Spitfire?

PLANE ENGINES ROAR

Good fun, Douglas.

I see your point
about that attack formation.

We should all do it.

It's not in the book.

This is war!

Nobody knows
whether the book's right.

The chaps in the last war knew!

Their tactics will
prove successful again.

Maybe you're right...

I am!

Let's go and have breakfast.

You can try your theories soon.

How?

As a flight commander.

But what about the AOC?

He's agreed.

You'll join Mermagen's squadron.

And stay at Duxford!

EXCITED CHATTER

Hello. What's up?

What's happening?

It's on, sir!

What's on?
The war - Jerry's invaded France.

Good. Now we can get at them!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sir. Sir! Mmmm?

There's a flak on.
Squadron flies at 4am.

What's the time?

3am, sir.

Get your legs on.

What's up, John?

We're ordered to Dunkirk.

Something about evacuation.

Evacuation?

This could be it!

Good luck, Douglas.

Good luck, chum.

Send in some tea!

Right.

Enemy aircraft!
Enemy aircraft ahead!

MACHINE-GUNS RATTLE

Any luck, Dave?

No.

What about you?

Yep!

Got a 109. Smashed his tail.

I saw that one, Douglas.

Everyone back?

Ours are.

19th Squadron's CO is missing.

What - Johnny Sanderson?

I saw a Spitfire going down.

Where?

Across the other side.

Poor old John.

Well, he'll probably turn up
on a boat from Dunkirk.

I got a good squirt at a 109.
I'll claim a "probable".

PLANE ENGINES HUM

I've heard of your work,
so I'm giving you 242 Squadron.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

You don't seem pleased.
What's wrong?

I broke a Spitfire last night.
I overshot the landing.

You wouldn't know yet.

You're lucky.

Your new squadron has Hurricanes.

Now listen - your pilots
are mostly Canadians.

They've had a rough time
in France.

They're fed up with authority.
They want good leadership.

I understand, sir.

I'll do my best.

Well, good luck.

We'll need
every fighter squadron available.

The Luftwaffe's
gathering in France.

Hey, chaps! Come on.

The new CO's here.

Arrived, has he?

He's coming here.

What's he like?

Well, brace yourselves.

He's got no legs.

He what?

He's got tin legs!

Great.

We carry a passenger
in the driver's seat.

Who's in charge here?

Who's the senior man?

Is anyone in charge?

I guess I am.

What's your name?

Turner.

Turner WHAT?

Sir.

Start her up!

Come on. Jump to it!

Not bad. Not bad at all.

All pilots in my office in an hour.

Yes, sir.

It's not smart to look like
mechanics covered in grease.

A good squadron's a smart squadron.

I want a good squadron.

You're a scruffy lot!

No more rollneck sweaters
and flying boots in the mess.

When you're not flying,
you'll wear shoes, shirts and ties.

We've only got what we have on.

Why?

We lost it in France.

And half our boys were casualties.

It was every man for himself.

We were shunted around.
Nobody cared.

We couldn't find petrol.

We made our own way
back to England.

Then they sent us here.

We're no better off.
We should've stayed in France.

ALL TALK AT ONCE

All right.

I'm sorry.

I apologise for my remarks.

Go to Norwich
and order from the tailor's.

The bill will be paid.

Thanks.

We need spares and tools
for the aircraft.

You haven't any?
Crowley-Milling has a penknife.

We'll see about that!

Mr West!

Sir?

What's our equipment state?

18 new Hurricanes.

Spares and tools?

Lost in France.

You've re-ordered?

It's going through the channels.

Well?

The channels are clogged.

Are they?
We'll ruddy well unclog them!

It's in Section 2, Sub-clause 4 -
airmen only get one issue.

Mugs - one. Knives - one.

Where are the spares
for 242 Squadron?

I can't produce everything
immediately.

What's the hold-up?

Paperwork.

To blazes with your paperwork!
Get that stuff fast.

I must wait three months
before initiating procedures.

Goering won't wait three months!

Listen...

I want those spares
and tools quick!

Thomas.

Sir.

Been working all night?

Yes.

Had breakfast?

Yes.

Good show.

I was looking for you.

The boys are fit
but we've no spares.

I sent this.

"242 now operational
as regards pilots

"but non-operational -
repeat non-operational -

"as regards equipment."

What?

Good heavens!

You should've shown me.

I'll take any kicks.

You can't do this.

I have.

There'll be a row at Group.

And Fighter Command!

242 will get new equipment
or a new CO.

I won't bet on which.

Be available
when the C-in-C calls.

Yes, sir.
I'll be in my office.

Same old trouble - fingers!

THEY LAUGH

I think the book's wrong
about fighter tactics.

Principles from the last war
are still good today.

Whoever has height
controls the battle.

The chap who gets up close
knocks him down.

Fighter Command
Headquarters on the phone.

Spares and tools.

This is it.

Bader.

Squadron Leader Edwards here.

What's this extraordinary
signal mean?

We're out of action
until we get tools.

Use what you've got.

I'm telling you what I want.

Until I get it, this squadron
remains non-operational.

You don't care about
the trouble you'll cause.

The Commander-in-Chief is furious.

'Oh, blast!'

That's telling him, skipper.

I'll buy you a beer.

Squadron Leader Bader,
Commander-in-Chief will see you.

Thank you.

What's this about equipment
and that signal of yours?

I've tried getting
spares and tools.

If the Germans attacked,
my squadron would be grounded.

I acted.

I see.

And your remarks
to Squadron Leader Edwards?

Think that would help?

We're two officers of equal rank.

He said you'd be furious
about my signal.

He said I was furious?

No officer takes my name in vain
or predicts my emotions.

I'll talk to Edwards later.

Very good.

Sending that signal
was highly irregular.

Use the usual channels.

Yes, sir.

What exactly DO you want?

Satisfied, Mr West?

We can service all our planes!

It's an AEROplane, Mr West.

Sorry. Aeroplane.

Good.

Tell Group and Fighter Command
242 Squadron fully operational.

Turner.

Sir.

Round up the boys.
30 minutes battle practice.

Sir.

Some passenger.

Legs or no legs, I've never seen
such a mobile fireball. Come on.

ALL SING: # Do you know
the muffin man

# Who lives up Drury Lane?

# I know the muffin man... #

Steady!

Careful.

Watch it. He made it!

# Do you know the muffin man
Do you know the muffin man

# Who lives up Drury Lane?

# Yes, I know the muffin man... #

ALL LAUGH AND SING

What do you think of them?

They're eating out of your hand.

They've stopped biting it.

They're coming along very nicely.

You're longing for
some more fighting.

Hey, fellas, listen!

Shut up!

CHURCHILL: 'The Battle of Britain
is beginning.

'Upon this battle depends

'the survival of
Christian civilisation.

'The whole might of the enemy
must very soon be turned on us.

'Hitler knows he must break us
in this island or lose the war.

'If we stand up to him,
Europe may be freed.

'But if we fail,
then the whole world,

'including the United States,

'including all that we've
known and cared for,

'will sink into the abyss
of a new Dark Age.

'Let us therefore
brace ourselves to our duty

'and so bear ourselves

'that if the British Empire
and its Commonwealth

'lasts for a thousand years,

'men will still say
this was their finest hour.'

AEROPLANE ENGINES ROAR

EXPLOSIONS

RADIO: 'Here is the 1.00 news
with John Snagg.

'This morning, large formations

of enemy bombers

'attacked a convoy
in the English Channel

'and three towns
on the south coast.

'Damage was done
to port installations.

'There were casualties.

'Five enemy aircraft
were shot down.

'Two of ours are missing.

'A statement was issued today...'

Turner. Quickly.

Turn that off!

PHONE RINGS

Woodhall.

Woody? Douglas Bader here.

Is the balloon up?

Looks like it.

What are we waiting for?

When do we go?

Hold your horses.

We must wait
until they come to our area.

They want every fighter
they can get.

Jerry might switch his attack
to the Midlands.

Should we do nothing?

Take it easy.

The war won't finish overnight.

Hello, Mrs Richards.

Hello.

Keep an eye on John.
A new WAC fancies him.

It seems to have started.

I didn't cancel the party.

It'll probably be our last.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Certainly.

Come on, Dickie boy, cheer up.
Stan, buy him a gin.

Hello, darling.

Oh, darling.

Johnny Sanderson's mother
rang today.

He's safe.

Ah!

He's a prisoner.

I knew it.

It won't be long before he escapes.

Come in.

Thank you, sir.

Squadron Leader Bader, sir?
Yes.

We're posted to you.

I'm Jones.

Hello.

This is Nicholson.

Hello, Nicholson.

Hello, sir.

Two more for us!

Come in. Get them a drink!

I'll buy you a drink.

They look so young.

They'll be all right.

I'll look after them.

But who'll look after you?

You're not immortal.

I have an engine in front of me,
armour plate behind

and tin legs underneath.

How can they get me?

BOMBS EXPLODE

HARMONICA PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

242 Squadron.

Closing parade - 15.30.

Uh-huh. Here he comes.

They'll ask for reinforcements
down south any moment.

PHONE BUZZES

Operations.

Yes, sir!

PHONE RINGS

242.

Squadron, scramble!

ALL SHOUT EXCITEDLY

This is Laycock Red Leader.
Hello, Steersman.

I'm airborne. Over.

Hello, Laycock Red Leader.
Steersman answering.

Vector 1-9-0. Buster.

70 plus bandits
approaching North Weald.

Hello, Woody! About time. Over.

Bandits should be
in your area now.

Woody, can't see any planes
hereabouts.

Bandits should be close to you.

Patrol North Weald.

That's no good to me.
I'm turning west. Over.

I hope you're right.
We're sticking our necks out.

Enemy aircraft 10.00 level.
Green section, take the top lot.

Through the middle of them.

Achtung.

Six bandits behind us.

GUNFIRE

I see him in the mirror.

GUNFIRE

Bader, he's on top of you!

Watch out!

Are there any behind me?

Watch out!

Behind us!

A parachute up ahead.

Look out! He's on top of you!

GUNFIRE

Look out. Break right!
Break right!

GUNFIRE

I can see him in the mirror.
Get him, Johnny!

Tommy, put me down for two 109s.

Right.

12 confirmed
and several more probables.

No bomb in North Weald.

No casualties.

Here's Leigh-Mallory, skip.

Good show. Well done.

Wish we'd had more aircraft.

One squadron not enough?

If we'd had three times
more aircraft,

we'd have shot down
three times as many.

How would you have handled
three squadrons?

The same as one.

Get in the best position,
then attack.

Flying in formation gets fighters
in the same place together.

I'd rather have started
with 36 aeroplanes than 12.

It's a good idea.
We'll try it.

Arrange that 19 and 310
fly with 242 in future.

I'll tell the squadron commanders.

Bader will lead.

Keep him out of trouble
from the ground.

I'll talk to the boys.

I collected some bullet holes
and the instruments are smashed.

Have the aircraft ready
in 30 minutes.

It'll take two days.

No. 30 minutes.

I can't.

Get it done as soon as possible.

You caught a bullet hole yourself.

Near miss.

I must be getting careless.

Hi, Woody.

How was it?

Not so good.

We were sent too late.

The enemy 109s bounced us.

Somebody bounced you.

Crowley-Milling got him.

Good.

If we could take off earlier
and be up there waiting

we'd dominate the fighting.

With five squadrons,
I could really start something.

Tell the AOC tomorrow.
I'm sure he'll agree.

Good show. Thanks.

SANDERSON: Douglas's new tactics
proved so successful

that very soon he was leading a
unique five-squadron formation -

the 'Duxford Wing'.

His pilots considered him
a superman.

His confidence in the air

reassured pilots
fighting for the first time.

OVER RADIO: Douglas, Vector 1-9-0.
Orbit North Weald. Angels 20.

I'm supposed to be playing squash
with Peters in an hour.

Tell him I'll be late.

I haven't got time.

Just pick up one of those
telephones in front of you.

For peace and quiet's sake,
I will.

Would you mind getting on
with the war?

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

Coming up behind you!

SANDERSON: By the 12th of October,

Hitler had postponed
his invasion

until the following spring.

Hitler, the invincible,
suffered his first defeat.

The Battle of Britain
was over.

Well, Douglas,
the Duxford Wing did splendidly.

Was it 150 enemy aircraft?

152, sir.

Thank you, Turner.

You're welcome, sir.

Would you like to be
a wing commander?

If I can continue flying.

Good.

We'll fight in France this summer
with fighter wings like your team.

Would I stay here?

No, you'll go to Tangmere.

With my squadron?

No, three Spitfire squadrons.

You can't post our CO.

Why?

We won't work for anybody else...
Stop poking the AOC.

Sorry, sir.

I'll get you another drink.

Thank you.

If I can't take my squadron,
I mightn't want to go.

You'll do as you're told.

Yes, sir.

Dougie.

Welcome to Tangmere.

If I'd known you were here
I'd have reconsidered.

The old man wouldn't let you.
Here's your office.

Bags of bumph?

Stacked from floor to ceiling.

Wing commanders don't just fly.

See you later.

Thanks, Woody.

Hello, hello. What's all this?

Three bus drivers
waiting to sign on.

I requested you. I'm crazy!

KNOCK AT DOOR
Come in.

Who are you?

Sergeant Williams.

Your job?

Orderly room.

What are these?

Files for your attention.

Now they've had it.
Anything else?

No, sir.

Good.

Let's get on with the war.

What's the gen?

Sweep over Rouen marshalling yards.
Bombers with fighter escort...

You must have the wrong number.

Hello.

Oh, darling!

You're so late.

I've made coffee.

Thank you.

I lost three pilots today.
All first class.

If only I could...
I don't know.

Don't start
blaming yourself again.

You can't do more than you do.

You've done more sweeps
than anyone in Fighter Command.

This can't go on indefinitely.

Who says?

The AOC.

Woody spoke to him this morning.

He thinks you need
time off operations.

Why? I'm fit.

I'd like to finish the season.

Sounds like cricket.

Why can't you rest?

The Wing needs me.

If you're killed
they'll do without you!

Let's go to Scotland
for a fortnight's golf.

We'll tour the courses.

No.

They're lovely.
The best turf in the world.

By the sea.

You'll find them far more
difficult than the English ones.

I'll think about it.

No. This time
do something about it.

Twice a day I know you're
30,000 feet over France

and you probably won't all return.

One day it will be you.

I'd like a few days of knowing
you'll be home for dinner.

All right, I'll go.

When, Douglas?

Next week.

Promise?

Yes.

Touch wood.

It's not that I'm selfish.

A dead hero's no good
to the air force either.

By now, everyone in the Wing
felt Douglas was invulnerable.

His presence seemingly shielded
his flying companions.

Everyone believed
the enemy would never get him.

Dogsbody calling.
Enemy aircraft headed for us below.

OK, chaps. Let's go.

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

There's one behind.

109s overhead.
Tell me when to break.

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

EXPLOSION

You haven't said anything
all afternoon.

What do you really think?

You'll have to face it.

We should've heard something
by this time.

I'm sorry.
I guess he's had it.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello. Yes?

Yes.

Where is...?

Yes. Thank you, Woody.

Douglas is a prisoner.

THEY ALL SHOUT HAPPILY

You were wrong!

I'm always wrong.

Where? How?

Woody doesn't know.

The Germans want
another leg to be dropped.

We'll do that.

They're doing it
on a bombing raid.

In my heart,
I knew they'd never get him.

Ah, bonjour, Lucille!

Bonjour, Commandant.

Thank you.

What's that?

That's a step
in the right direction.

With clothes and rope
you're in luck.

You have everything you want?

Not exactly, Doctor.

I can't walk around
in my nightshirt.

Why not?

It's embarrassing for the nurses.

It's regulations.

Can't you make an exception?

I'm invited to tea
at the Aerodrome.

In your case, it's all right.

I'll have your clothes
brought back.

That's very decent of you.

DOCTOR SPEAKS IN FRENCH

Now all we need is a rope.

CLOCK CHIMES

WHIMPERING

Got enough sheets?

I've taken the lot.

It's frightful taking that boy's.
I'll tell him.

But don't forget.

BOY WHIMPERS NOISILY

If they hear him, I'm sunk.

They'll send a nurse in.

Hope it takes the weight.

If you're left hanging,
you won't be able to climb up.

That's a chance I must take.

Here goes.

Good luck.

Thanks.

What about the curfew?

What curfew?

Monsieur Douglas?

Oui.

I'm Gilbert Petit.
Vite - par ici.

It will not be easy.

You must walk three kilometres.
I'll manage.

MARCHING TROOPS APPROACH

All right?
Yes.

Be careful. There's a curfew.
Come on.

I've had it.
Give me a minute?

It's only the next house.

I know, Gilbert.

Attention! Un Boche.

Take my right arm.

Oui, monsieur.

On my back.

Right.

Entrez, vite! Merci, madame.

THEY CONVERSE IN FRENCH

You are refreshed?

Yes.

That ointment soothed my leg.
Bien.

If they find me you could be shot.
I should hide outside.

They won't find you.

Tonight, my son-in-law will take
you to some more friends.

Drink your coffee. Merci, madame.

Les Boches!

SOLDIER SHOUTS

THEY TALK IN FRENCH

Bon chance, monsieur.

SOLDIER SHOUTS

HE ANSWERS IN GERMAN

All right, hold it.

BOTH SPEAK GERMAN

You win.

Wing Commander, we caught you.

You speak English well.

I lived in London for 11 years.

Those people don't know I'm here.

So I understand.

After you, sir.

Back to hospital?

No.

First to headquarters in St Omer,
then to Germany.

IN GERMAN

They don't know anything!

It'll just be routine questioning.

Into the car, please.

We're taking your legs away until
you're in the camp in Germany.

You will not escape again.

SANDERSON: In point of fact,

he escaped twice more
during the next eight months.

When there were battles to fight
Douglas would fight them.

Wing Commander,
you are leaving the camp.

Be ready to go tomorrow.

Again?! Where to?

Somewhere...more comfortable.
This is not comfortable.

I prefer a pigsty with friends
than a palace alone.

It's the Kommandant's orders.

Take me to him.

He'll see you when you leave.
Only if he drags me. I'm staying.

HE SHOUTS IN GERMAN

I'm staying here.

You will stand to attention!

I didn't ask you
to teach me manners.

THEY TALK IN GERMAN

You will leave tomorrow.

HE SHOUTS GERMAN COMMAND

Johnny Sanderson
would have enjoyed this.

Like the old days.

Wing Commander Bader,

I have instructions
to transfer you to another camp.

Stuff your instructions.

You refuse?

That's right.

Then we must use force.

You can always try.

Wing Commander Day,

will you please persuade
Wing Commander Bader to obey?

You may have three minutes.

They're within
their rights, you know.

Ha! To blazes with them.

You've given them a lot
of headaches - we're behind you.

But one spark
can start an incident.

This place is too crowded
for flying bullets.

All right, Harry. You win.

Goodbye, Douglas.

Goodbye, old boy.

See to my kit, will you?

Yes.

Good old Douglas!

Put him inside!

LAUGHTER FROM THE BRITS

He's inspecting the bastards!

THE BRITISH LAUGHTER INTENSIFIES

HE MUTTERS IN GERMAN

CHEERING AND JEERING

SANDERSON: Douglas was moved
from prison camp to prison camp

until, inevitably,
he ended up at Colditz Castle

where he finished
his four years of captivity

one spring morning in 1945.

CHEERING

They've arrived!
The Yanks are here!

Glad to see you, Colonel.

Any Spitfires operating? I'd like
to do some trips before leaving.

Well, the British squadrons
are up north.

Oh, thanks. See you.

Haven't they had enough?
They should forget it - go home.

Darling! Why didn't you
tell me you were coming?

I thought it would be
a bit of a surprise.

A bit of a surprise?!

Darling, you look wonderful.

That's funny. So do you.

How...

I bought...

I can't think what to say
and there's SO much.

I know.

It will all come back gradually.

Yes.

We've all the time in the world.

Not quite.

The war's not over yet.

It is for you.

Oh, Douglas, please...

Look - let's discuss that later.

Haven't you had enough?

I'm still in the air force.

There's still a war
in the Far East - one last fling.

Thelma...

..do you know something?

I'd forgotten
what a very pretty girl you are.

I suppose no matter what I say,
you'll have your last fling.

CROWD ROARS

SANDERSON: So Douglas never
had his last fling.

But on September 15, 1945 -

5th anniversary of the greatest
day in the Battle of Britain -

300 aircraft were to pass
in triumphant procession

led by 12 survivors,
a few of the few,

flying over London - the city
they'd so valiantly defended.

Their leader -
Group Captain Douglas Bader.

Sir.

Hello, Bader.

Wing Commander
Crowley-Milling, sir.

Group Captain Turner.

Wish you were with us, Johnny.

Just as well.

We'd be tempted
to beat up Buckingham Palace.

Wait here?

Of course.

Quite a moment.

Quite. Time to go.

Don't get into any fights.
Good luck, darling.

I'll be back in an hour.

It's time, sir.

Very well. See you later, Bader.

Let's go.

This is a story of courage.

It is endless
because courage is endless.

It's about a man
made famous by war

for whom war was only
an episode in a greater victory,

fought for and won
in silence and pain,

The victory of a man's spirit

creating strength and hope
out of disaster.