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This way!

- There! - Where?

Next to the further beech tree!

Get Down.

THE RED BARON

Are you out of your bloody mind?

Yes sir.

You risk the squadron planes to attend an enemy funeral?

Yes sir!

Lehmann and Sternberg knew him sir, Captain Winston Clyde Walker.

The chap in the coffin I meant, sir.

Yes! I mean, sir...

My uncle, the Duke of Westchester is his mother's brother-in-law.

Lehmann and I, we went to school with him. Eton, sir.

You're talking about a British pilot, for heaven sake.

One of the best in the Royal Flying Corp.

It's a pity that he's not with us anymore, sir.

Oh, what the hell!

Dismissed!

I've heard you got yourself some holes,

while paying your condolences, Richthofen.

Ah, I love these small gossipy airfields, Kielmeyer.

- Anyone wants a cigarette? - French?

- De rien. - Merci.

Richthofen brought down a two-seater.

I supposed that's to make up for ignoring my orders.

No...

just adding to my score.

I have just got a report, a British RE8

crashed 12 km from here.

My utmost respect, Baron.

Let's go find your plane, let's get your kill confirm, you bastards.

Help me, come on... help me!

Careful... alright.

One,

two, three...

I said careful...

Hurry up... he's bloody heavy.

He's losing a lot of blood.

Take these off.

You'll be alright, you'll be alright!

You can take him.

Pick him up!

Thank you!

You saved this man life.

No.

I shot him down.

You're down, Sternberg.

Oh no. You attacked single seater DH2 from above towards the...

Listen Sterni, if the attacker has a rotary engine then....

What is a rotary engine?

Oh Lieutenant Sternberg...

Oh... hello!

Hey...

Well obviously she prefers men like me, Voss!

Men like who?

- Moses, Freud... - Better get ourselves circumcised, Voss.

Good evening!

- Bonjour lieutenant. - Hello, Monique.

Hey, not so fast.

Hey Manfred... look, she looks like your little nurse...

... at least from behind.

My little... Voss.

Oh la la!

I'm sorry, sir.

What are you doing here?

Have a seat, have a drink on us.

I thought you chaps just wanted to have some cocktails.

Sit down and have a drink with us.

Here!

I'm married you know...

So am I!

I mean, almost... at least.

... we need a bucket of water.

The driver says the engine is overheated.

- Lieutenant. - The name is von Richthofen.

Pleased to meet you again, Mademoiselle.

- I know your name. - Well?

The pilot you shot down told me who you were.

Did he survived?

Do you really care or are you just curious?

The latter.

At least you are honest.

It's a start, isn't it?

Can you be caring without being curious in the first place?

So... what's your name?

His name is Captain Roy Brown.

And he's alive, no thanks to you.

He told me you're a supreme professional

Well done!

and a tricky rascal.

Well...

Look...

Tell him that I'm honor by his compliments

and hope I never have to meet

him in the skies again.

He might get the better of me.

And I might not be lucky enough to have

such a gorgeous attendant.

Unbelievable. Enjoy your evening.

Do you happen to know what became of my scarf?

I'll have it send to you.

No... keep it.

It will bring you luck!

The French have sent their condolences

and claimed the kill.

The service for Kielmeyer will be held at 1600 hours.

The pilot who lead the attack against us 4 days ago,

it was Hawker.

What?

Major Lanoe Hawker?

The very man.

I saw his face... full beard.

And the Grim Reaper painted on his fuselage.

It's their top man.

Oh shut up... scary fellow. He downs 9 of us.

When they used to fly the unarmed reconnaissance, he latched

a one shot hunting rifle to his fuselage.

We almost touched wings.

Had a hard times to stay out of his ways.

When you got that close, why didn't you attack?

I only attack if I can win.

How badly do you want the Pour le Merite?

I would kill for it.

I just received a cable from Supreme headquarters,

... and guess what? They badly wants to give it to you.

Why don't they then?

You know the rules.

And not even Imperial command would bend them for you,

so hurry up and shoot down a captured balloon.

I hunt aeroplanes, sir!

Not objects that cannot move.

You are not a hunter lieutenant,

you are a soldier and you will follow orders

especially when it comes straight from General von Hoeppler.

What if I shoot down Hawker?

Stay away from Hawker.

You are no match for him.

Let me through.

Has anybody got a spanner?

I don't believe it.

So you finally did it!

You bagged yourself a legend.

That made you a legend too!

Have one, my mother made them.

Oswald Boelcke... first of the Aces.

They are desperate to find someone

to fill the gap he left.

You know what he once said to me when I asked

how he managed his business.

"Well, it's quite simple...

... I fly close to my man...

... aim well...

.. and then of course he falls down."

Sterni and I are off to Arras,

why don't you join us for a drink?

Not tonight!

You could look for the little nurse.

I mean the sooner you have her,

the sooner you get her out of your system.

Can't have ties that involved, can we?

Werner?

Hmm?

I will filled the gap!

I will be the first of the Aces.

Stop!

There you go.

I'm starving.

Yeah, me too.

Prussians don't whine, gentlemen.

Let's go.

Go and find us some breakfast.

At ease, gentlemen.

L'ordre Pour Le Merite...

Where is it...

Prussia's highest bravery award.

A year ago Boelcke was the first pilot to ever received it.

A lot has changed since...

... right, Baron?

Indeed... sir!

He only had to down 8 to get it.

I shot down twice as many.

An exception for you has already been made, Richthofen.

You... still owe us that balloon, don't you?

However having shot down the enemy's best

"the notorious Captain Hawker"

you are now Germany's premier air ace.

You'll take over command of 11th Fighter wing.

- Come! - Excellent, sir.

Have a look at this. Here in the east,

the Tsar's armies are the least of our problems, gentlemen.

He'll soon have a revolution on his hands.

Amusing, isn't it?

Lenin and his communists helping the German emperor...

The Western front is where the danger lies.

The British 1st and 3rd armies are probing our lines

with everything they've got.

And they have got plenty.

I must drive them back,

inch by inch and day by day,

without Lenin's help.

Richthofen, you'll be station at LaBrayelles,

Northwest of Douai... here!

Right in the middle.

Sir?

Yes?

Isn't the middle supposed to be closer to Paris by now, general?

I mean, didn't you said that we'll be there in 10 days...

... 2 months ago?

Manfred!

High command has given you a

tremendous responsibility, young man...

going far beyond this medal.

You're promoted to lead not only the men

of our futures placed under your command,

you've been chosen as a leader of all fighting men.

Symbol of courage, bravery and overtness, determination.

A symbol of Germany's superiority.

Pilots are like Gods, Richthofen.

When we lost Boelcke, our troops lost a hero.

And if our enemy can killed God, what chance...

does the poor farmers dug deep into the trenches thinks he has, hmm?

Gods don't die.

Do you understand it?

Yes sir.

Fine!

You're dismissed, gentlemen.

Sir!

Yes?

Asked!

Any chance of some croissants and coffee?

Here you are!

Good morning mother.

I take it you've a comfortable trip.

When you're finally rid yourself of this worn out jacket, Manfred?

- Where is it? - Cousin... brother!

You bastard!

May I see it?

It's in there!

Here he is, my famous brother. And he is still wearing

this old jacket of his.

I've already told him...

Stop making a fuss about my jacket!

Give me a hug.

- I still think that the jacket... - Mom!

Good to have you home, son.

- Slow down... low torque. - I know!

Keep your rudder straight.

- Stop now. Let me... - Close up...

I said straight... I said straight!

- You're not going straight. - I can't concentrate.

Everybody comes to honor our son,

and all they do is played with that plane.

... like little boys.

As if my brothers would ever grow up.

- Handsome little boys. - Watch out!

I'm taking a left now.

Slow down!

Let them enjoy their youth,

whilst they can.

Watch out!

Watch the hay stack!

You said you could fly a plane.

I can't!

Wait till I'm sitting in a real plane.

I'll beat your score.

Hey!

Let go of me!

Keep the sun on your back.

Don't fire too soon.

It just warn your opponents, it has no other effects.

The best range for shooting is 50 meters, not more.

But remember,

our tasks is to bring down aeroplanes, not men.

So stop firing when your opponent's falling.

Gentlemen, we are sportsmen...

not butchers.

- Merci. - De rien.

Gentlemen!

I'd like you to meet my chief mechanic...

Sergeant Reuber.

Dismissed!

Sir!

Stop clicking your heels, Wentzke.

Yes sir!

- Hello! - Oh, I almost forgot...

if each of you hasn't shot down at least one in the next 4 weeks,

you're fired.

Lieutenant!

This is a hospital, who do you think you are?

I'm sorry.

You knew him well?

I still don't know your name...

Kate Otersdorf.

Un nom allemand, a german name?

My father was German, my mother is Belgian.

I see.

I love these french cigarettes.

You are...

...a very beautiful woman.

I was hoping to see you again.

And I thought maybe wearing my scarf.

I will get it for you.

I couldn't get all the stains out.

Mademoiselle!

Have I done something wrong?

Am I not worth an answer or is it just you hate all men?

Hate?

I don't hate you.

Hate is men's domain.

But you are angry, aren't you?

There is another man's blood on it.

And you do not seems to care.

Men like you scared me because

I do not understand why you do what you do.

And being scared makes me angry.

And now please, leave me alone.

Wait, WAIT!

Imagined you were out there...

Like a hawk.

Looking down...

The wind blows around you.

The smell of the engine, draft from the propeller.

Out there you can just not fall,

you can climb, turn, spin...

Freedom!

That's what men always dreamt of.

I've dreamt of it since I was a little boy.

But the best part,

is the chase!

The fights...

The hunt!

It's like a match.

A joust, just like sports.

Tennis does not kill you.

It's childish dreams that got your friends killed.

No, I don't hate you, Baron.

I pity you.

Gentlemen, please!

It shouldn't be that hard...

to paint a plane, should it?

Just do it!

Reuber!

Manfred...

What's wrong with you?

What is this crazy paint job all about?

Honestly, you know damn well OCA will crucify you for this!

I don't care about what the 'Officers in Charge of Aviation' think of this

and you better not question my orders.

I just think you're making a mistake.

They will spot you from a long way off.

We completely lose the advantage of surprise.

I don't want them to be surprise.

I want them to be scared.

Lieutenant Kurt Wolff reporting for duty, sir.

Planning to take a nap up there, lieutenant?

Never fly without it, sir!

You know, for luck!

Superstitious huh!

Like me...

My mother keeps ordering new coats

from our tailor, I've never pick them up.

See you around.

Sir!

The general!

General von Hoeppner!

Over here, sir!

You've become quite a celebrity, Baron.

You are making headlines.

The emperor himself mentioned your name

after hearing about your 29th victory.

So...

I brought a little surprise for you...

Didn't they runs out of medals to give me?

Well, it isn't exactly a medal.

Sir...

It wasn't my idea.

We just thought it would be good propaganda.

"The Richthofen Brothers flying together."

Welcome.

Your brother is a nice chap.

He really has the spirit our Fatherland needs right now.

So tell me...

they comes out with this strange names for you...

"Le Diable Rouge"

or "The Red Baron"

Why is that?

I see.

So much about army rules and regulations.

Interesting!

Very interesting!

Tried to keep the sun on your back...

Watch out for the winds.

And never forget,

a pilot greatest virtue is to know when to run.

What... what this a joke?

Just do what he tells you to do, Lothar.

Run away from a fight?

Yes!

- If you cannot win, you fly away! - Fast!

It's a thin line between cowardice and cleverness.

It's true.

Alright!

Morning, gentlemen.

That's a great idea.

I already heard rumours that the French thinks

this paint is bulletproof.

I wouldn't take this with me.

It could get on the way up there.

This looks much better.

The crop stays here.

- Scattered them up, didn't we? - Yeah, it was getting busy up there.

Damn French knows how to protect their observation balloons.

I'm alright.

It was fun, wasn't it?

Can I stay at your cottage tonight?

- Already feeling lonely? - Yeah.

Did you have him transfer?

Who?

Your brother, Lothar.

Where is he? Did you see him?

He was right behind me.

You better keep an eye on your little brother.

He has a hell of a dangerous attitude.

Oh for God sake.

Let the poor fellow land.

What is he doing?

God... for Christ sake, Lothar!

You shot this poor bastard to pieces.

You think this makes our father proud?

He lost his hearing saving a wounded enemy.

So now you want to win a war without killing anyone, huh?

I've watched you and Voss, and I don't like what I see.

You are all... you are all brilliant pilots,

but you've got the wrong attitude.

This business of painting a war plane red...

Stop dreaming!

This is just not a polo game.

We are not boys anymore, we're grown men

fighting a bloody war.

I'm quite aware of that.

I'm quite aware of that!

But still, we can fight it with grace.

What?

You were listening?

The Marseilles heard you in Paris.

- ... and Berlin. - Come on, he is just ambitious.

Well, have him contained then.

I for one, I don't want to get kill because of his ambitions.

And I hate to see you get kill either.

Morning my dear Hindenburg,

and my dear friend von Hoeppner.

Welcome to Berlin, gentlemen.

The young man already seems to be more famous than...

... what was his name?

- Oswald Boelcke, your Majesty. - Yes... yes!

We need men like him.

I supposed...

we'll have to give you another promotion, Richthofen.

You are a real hero.

I take it the ladies're all over you.

There aren't many ladies at 10,000 feet, your Majesty.

Corp, attention!

Well, are you ready, gentlemen?

Move on!

Don't fall asleep.

Move on.

Captain!

What shall we do, sir?

I could run them over.

Put the pistol away.

What did he say?

He wants my Captain's autograph.

Merci!

Ready!

Go!

- Ready! - Go!

How did you know?

I saw you lose it.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Bodenschatz! Welcome!

My new adjutant.

Kurt Wolff!

- Welcome! - I've heard a lot about you.

Thanks.

Orders, Sternberg, orders.

My new commanding officer is the man

I commanded not so long ago.

So...

I've heard you chaps ran into some massive Allied aerial activities?

More than massive.

Germany produces 10 planes,

they've got hunderds unloaded in the French coast.

Let them come.

We'll shoot them out of the skies by the hundreds.

Meet brother Lothar...

No! Damn!

You bastards! You fucking bastard!

Damn gophers!

You know it's pure luck I didn't ran into one of those damn holes myself.

Thank you for being so tactful.

After embarrassing me by landing safely with shredded fins.

I've come to have a look. Sopwith, right? New, isn't it?

It was...

Captain Brown, Royal Academy Flying Corp.

Notorious Red Baron, I presume?

Didn't I shoot you down a year ago?

Indeed you did.

Why're you still flying around then?

Well, your prison camps are quite fancy,

however they don't have airfields.

Thanks for pulling me out of that wreck,

for saving my life.

Pulling you from that wreck didn't save your live.

True.

Without her help I probably wouldn't have make it back into a plane.

She's sure is a great girl.

She nursed me for weeks.

Did you ever get back your scarf?

What now?

I guess we could try killing each other with our pistols.

Killing you would make me famous too.

Sorry, I didn't bring mine

but you might want to button up your holster before you lose yours.

How long have you been station in Europe?

Ever since Mother England called the kids for help.

Meaning us, the Commonwealth colonies.

You're right. The entire war seems to be a family affair.

Family ties is what you aristocrats are all about.

Russian Tsar, the Royal familes in Britain,

France, Austria, Germany...

Everyone is someone's nephew, uncle, brother.

Man, your love life sure knows them all borders.

But to protect those borders, we killed each other off anyway.

And we always managed to find good enough reasons, don't we?

You didn't unsnapped that holster's guard because you were

afraid of me, did you?

You have damn good eyes.

You thought about killing me?

Isn't killing each other the reason why we are here?

Yes!

Be seeing you.

Don't get me wrong but I hope not.

Yes!

So long then.

Good luck.

Fucking family...

Sooner or later this war will be over.

You should hook up with that nurse.

I think she's got the hot for you.

What makes you say that?

She kept bitching about you for weeks.

Stop the truck!

Stop the truck!

There you are, we just found him.

Sterni!

Get a doctor here.

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

A rabbi.

Oh really?