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Who the hell
is he trying to kid?

Reinforcements,
sir?

Why don't you
cut out the clowning?

Me, sir?
What have I done?

Don't ever let me see you
doing a victory roll

over my airfield again.

I thought it would
buck up the civilians.

For God's sake, Jamie,
give your brain a chance.

[engine stops]

Corporal, refuel them
immediately!

Yes, sir.

So anyway, he hit me
and made me nose bleed--

Corporal, I don't mean
with your blood.

I gave him
a couple of socks--

And re-arm them.

Yes, sir!

Hello, Harvey.
Where's Jumbo?

Posted missing
last night.

You acting C.O.?

Oh, yeah. Heh. Of what?

Five serviceable aircraft.
No spares. No contact.

First we knew the bastards
would overrun us

was when we tried
to land.

[in English] For the benefit
of the uneducated among us,

I shall translate.

Archam can't believe
that Sedan's fallen.

I can.

It's no use. They'll be
here in half an hour.

We must leave
immediately.

Yes, let's get
the hell out of it.

Where to, sir?

Why don't you
follow me and find out?
Come on, idiots.

After you.

Unless they've
got there before us.

Get that buzzard
out of here!

We'll go with
what we've got!

All right.
Forget your kit.
Let's move.

Get all the transport you can
and try and get
the men out of here.

All NCOs report to me
immediately!

You know what to do
with the lame ducks?

Yes, sir.

Chocks away.

All the erks,
over here!

Load 'em up!

[whistles]

Over the wing.

Flood the cowling.

Plenty of it.

Right! Stand clear!
Into the trucks!

Come on! We haven't
got all day!

[guns firing]

[guns firing]

[man] "To the permanent
secretary of state for air...

Sir, I have
the honor to refer

to the very serious calls,

which have recently been
made upon fighter command

in an attempt to stem
the German invasion

of the continent.

I hope and believe that
our armies
may yet be victorious

in France and Belgium,

but we have to face
the possibility

that they may be defeated.

In this case, I presume

that there is no one
who would deny

that England
should fight on,

even though the remainder
of the continent of Europe

is dominated
by the Germans.

I must therefore request

that not one more fighter
be sent across the channel.

If the home defense
is drained away

in desperate attempts to remedy
the situation in France,

defeat in France will involve
the final, complete,

and irremediable defeat
of this country.

I have the honor
to be, sir,

your obedient servant,
H.C.T. Dowding."

[knock on door]

Air Chief Marshal
Dowding, sir.

You do realize, Dowding,

the position
this puts us in?

I realize
that the French

have been promised
this squadron.

By Churchill personally.

He's given the French
Prime Minister his word.

You do appreciate, Dowding,

that Churchill
will have to see this?

That's why I wrote it.

[speaking German]

[seagulls squawking]

[radio announcer] This is
the BBC Home Service.

Here is the news.

In the House of Commons
this afternoon,

the prime minister,
Mr. Churchill, said,

"What General de Gaulle called
the Battle of France is over.

The Battle of Britain
is about to begin."

[patriotic music playing]

[speaking German]

[in German] If I have to
look at one more bomber I won't
recommend you for promotion.

[in German]
My regards to Berlin.

[patriotic music playing]

England is not our
natural enemy
you heard him say it!

They're on their knees
and we've never had
such an opportunity.

It's ridiculous!

Ridiculous? It's disastrous!

The Fuehrer will
see you now, sir.

[in English]
My dear Max!

How lovely to see you
back in Switzerland so soon.

I came straight
from Berlin an hour ago.

The Ambassador will
see you now, sir.

Thank you.
Excuse me, please.

Sir David,
I'm again instructed

to emphasize that
the Fuehrer wishes

to avoid
further bloodshed.

England is not
our natural enemy,

And he offers guarantees
for the British Empire

if you give Germany
a free hand in Europe.

Goering
and his Luftwaffe

would like
to flatten London

as a prelude
to invasion.

It's two lumps you take,
isn't it?

What's left of your army
abandoned its weapons
at Dunkirk.

You're defenseless and
just playing for time.

We know of the moves
you're making
in Washington.

We know the Americans
won't be drawn in.

Their embassy in London
gives you two weeks.

So what's stopping you?

Look, David.

The Fuehrer is being
very reasonable.

He offers guarantees.

Experience shows
the Fuehrer's guarantees
guarantee nothing.

What about Churchill?

After our last appeal,
what do we hear?

"We will fight them
on the beaches."

With what?

Winston gets
carried away sometimes.

With liquid courage.

That's what
they tell me.

Clearly,
you don't know him.

David, we are not
asking for anything.

Europe is ours.

We can walk into Britain
whenever we like.

If you think
we're going to gamble

on Herr Hitler's
guarantees,

you're making
a grave mistake.

All those years in England
seem to have left you
none the wiser.

We're not easily frightened.

Also, we know
how hard it is

for an army
to cross the channel.

The last little corporal
to try it came a cropper.

So don't threaten
or dictate to us,

until you're
marching up Whitehall!

And even then,
we won't listen.

Heil Hitler.

It's unforgivable.

I lost my temper.

The maddening thing
is that he's right.

We're not ready.

We're on our own.

We've been playing
for time.

And it's
running out.

Silly bitch!

He's calling you
names again, Arnold.

[men chuckle]

I spent half a week
settling her

and the kids
in the country,

and now,
"I'm bored," she says!

One of your elite
trying to land
without wheels.

Boomps-a-daisy.

It's enough
to make you weep.

[engine shuts down]

And welcome home, sir.

Undercarriage lever
a bit sticky, was it, sir?

Yes, as a matter
of fact, it was.

Well, I wouldn't tell
the C.O. that, sir,

Not if I were you.

You can teach...

[both] Monkeys to fly
better than that!

I'm terribly sorry
about that, sir.

It won't happen again.

Keep your
jacket on, boy.

How many hours have you
done in spits, Simon?

On spits, sir? 10 1/2.

We'll make it 11

before Jerry has
you for breakfast.

Spring chicken
to shitehawk
in one easy lesson.

[all] Attack,
attack, attack...

[Rabbit Leader]
This is Rabbit Leader.
Are you receiving me?

[Red-3]
Hello, Rabbit Leader.
Red-3 on 3.

Receiving you
loud and clear.

[Rabbit Leader]
Right. I'll try
and get on your tail,

and I want you to take
evasive action.

Understood?

[Red 3]
Hello, Rabbit Leader.

Red-3 on 3. Understood.

[Rabbit Leader]
Attack, attack, attack,
attack, attack, attack...

[Red 3]
Hello, Rabbit Leader.

I thought you might
come in from the sun.

[Rabbit Leader] Don't think.
Don't just glance.

Look! Search for
the bastards!

And never fly
in a straight line,

or you're a dead duck.

[Red 3] Sir.

[Rabbit Leader]
Now, let's
try it again.

Or, in other words,

beware of the Hun
in the sun,

who, for reasons best
known to himself,

has confined
his recent attacks

to our channel convoys.

However,
this won't last forever.

But it has given us a chance
to pull ourselves together

and to train
people like you.

As fighter controllers,

you'll be joining
an organization,

which, thank the good Lord,

was not rushed up
hastily yesterday.

It'll be a pain in the neck
to the enemy when he comes.

It's the joker
up our sleeves.

Now, the R.A.F. chain
shows us where they are.

The information
is passed to group,

group scrambles
the necessary squadrons,

and you, at sector level,

guide our chaps
to the interception.

It's been tried and tested.
It works.

So don't blame the system
if you're no good.

[all chuckle]

Now, clearly,
11 group here

will bear the brunt
of the battle.

As those of you
who are posted there

-will find out
to your discomfort.
-[laughter]

Twelve group
is our second line
of defense

and covers the industrial
midlands and the north.

Thirteen group,
Scotland and the northeast,

and ten group,
the west of England.

More than half
the fighter-command squadrons

are stationed here
at 11 group,

near the coast where we
expect the invasion,

and also
able to protect London,

which is as far as the bombers
can get with fighter escort.

But I think
we can leave strategy

to those with egg
on their hats.

Gentlemen,
the Inspector General.

May I introduce
my brother, sir?

Another fighter ace?

When I get the chance, sir.

Those masts...
Radio Direction Finders?

Their secret weapon.

- which we captured at Dunkirk.

Our Stukas can deal with them.

If the masts bring up
the R.A.F then
we don't have to look for them.

The men
are in excellent spirits, sir.

I have eyes, Osterkamp.

We are impatient to
set about England.

Your ambitions may be fulfilled
sooner than you think.

[all chattering]

[in English] This delay
is an incredible
piece of luck.

I mean,
they roll up France,

and then stop.

They could've
come right on.

You know,
our latest intelligence
is that Herr Hitler

is sightseeing in France.

It is rather
pleasant weather.

Oh, no, I mean it.
He's on holiday.

I'm not complaining,
Minister.

No, no, no.
Seriously, Dowding,

the morale factor
is vital.

I saw Beaverbrook
on Monday.

Now, he's going
to be able to deliver

as many as
100 fighters a week.

Well, after seeing you,

I want to be able to go
back to the Cabinet

and tell them you're
as confident as I am.

Damn it, man,
we've got 650 planes.

And they have
2,500 aircraft,
haven't they?

They won't all
come over at once,

and we have radar.

Churchill puts
great faith in radar.

It's vital,

but it won't
shoot down aircraft.

I must say,
you don't exactly exude
a spirit of optimism.

God willing,
we will hold out, Minister.

I see. So I tell
the cabinet

that you're trusting in radar
and praying to God.

Is that right?

More accurate
the other way around.

I'm trusting in God
and praying for radar.

But the essential
arithmetic
is that our young men

will have to shoot down
their young men
at the rate of four to one

if we're
to keep pace at all.

It's the oil
pressure, sir,

but the gauge
is being checked.

All right, Charlie.
Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

Never give up,
do you, Charlie?

Instrument check, sir.

I hope your new C.O.
believes you.

He's going to be one of
your headaches now.

They know the orders--

Don't tangle
unnecessarily.

So it's, "May I do
an engine check, sir?

Or an undercarriage
check or a radio?"

Any excuse
to get at the Jerries.

At least it shows
they're keen.

Yeah,
they're a good bunch.

God knows what
I'll find in Scotland.

A lot of kids with down
on their cheeks.

Yeah, training them
to be fighter pilots

is a damn sight more dodgy
than fighting Germans.

Well, you've got to earn
that new stripe somehow.

Well, at least I got
3 days in town.

Give my regards
to your wife.

Thanks.

May I have
a word, sir?

[laughter]

[bagpipes playing]

Send us back
a haggis.

If you want permission
for a test flight,

the answer is no.

[jazz music playing]

Large scotch, please.

[bartender]
You with that lot
down the road, sir?

[Harvey] No.

One and six, please.
Thank you.

Thank you.

[Harvey sighs]

Have you applied for
that post in Scotland?

-Darling, I can't.
-You can't.

You know I can't.

You mean
you don't want to.

Can't.
I've got a job.

What have we got?
What the hell is this?

Is it a marriage,
or a flaming
air force committee?

For God's sake, Colin,
don't start that
all over again.

I knew this would happen.
I never wanted you to join up.
Never.

-Colin, please--
-You didn't take
a blind bit of notice.

Try to behave as if
I were a human being.

You look more like
a parade-ground
suffragette to me.

I'm just not cut out
to wave a wet hankie
on a sooty station.

Oh, for God's sake,
who's asking you to?

We'll be
in Scotland together.

Oh, I never could stand
marching women.

You couldn't care less,
could you?

I cared enough
to come here 50 miles.

I didn't measure it.

I did.

I even booked a room.

Three days.

It would
be marvelous.

Are you going to apply
for that posting or not?

[man] Left, right, left.

Right, left, right,
left, right.

Squad, halt!

Right turn!

Order arms!

Now, wait for it.

Squad...

dismissed!

[man 1] Come on, Albert,
you're not dead yet.

It's his turn.

[man 2]
You'll be lucky.

[man 1]
Twelve pints, please, Fred.

One for the sarge.

[man 3] Let him
get his own.

[men laugh]

No, sir,
it's not Charlie.

It's some Hurricane
out of juice
very likely.

Right.

Well, call me directly
you hear anything.

Well, somebody
must have spotted him.

He can't
just disappear.

All right,
I'll hang on.

Sir, it's
Air Vice Marshal Park.

That's all we need now.

Jamie, hang on to this.

Good afternoon, sir.

Tell your men
to relax.

How are they
making out, canfield?

Half the squadron
are new pilots, sir.

That's why
you were sent here,

to lick them into shape.

They get less warning here
than any other station,

so they must learn
to get up from standby

in two minutes flat

if they're
to intercept the enemy.

[telephone rings]

Hello.
Dispersal.

Right.

Stand down,
"A" flight.

Yours?

Yes, sir.

The chaps spoil her.

All right,
canfield, what's up?

You have
a pilot missing.

Yes, sir.

Over the channel.

Is he much overdue?

Over two hours, sir.

I thought
I'd made it clear

we're too near the enemy
for pilots

to go swanning around
on their own.

We can't afford
to lose them this way.

What's the excuse
this time,

undercarriage check?

Instruments, sir.

We've all done it,
but that's no excuse.

What's his name?

Pilot Officer Lambert, sir.

[man laughs]

[in German]
Gerhardt, my bath!

[horn honks]

I know -
you just happened to find it.

If you're not ready
in five minutes -

- we're off to Boulogne
for dinner
without you.

Hans, look after Major Foehn.

Don't let him
near the wine cellar!

[speaking German]
But with respect, sir,
my brother says -

- the Spitfire is faster.

When we get to England -

- I'll take one up
and show him how to fly it.

- straight into the drink!

I said look after him,
not to drown him.

[all laughing]

[in German] Sir, you are to
report to Wissant.

When?

Immediately. Major Foehn too.

I know
why we're going to Wissant.

At last!

Gentlemen...Eagle Day.

-the destruction of the R.A.F.
on the ground.

Take-off time - 07.15.

Our targets -
the following airfields...

Our task - to knock out
the R.A.F on the ground.

There'll be nothing left
for us!

Don't worry - enough Spitfires
will manage to get up -
even for you, Bruno.

[men laugh]

Gain height and use it.

And don't land in the Channel.

In other words
use your petrol gauges.

Remember - you've only got
thirty minutes over there.

[men chattering]

[in English] Hostile 2-3.

Morning, all.

Bearing 1-8-6,
range 30 miles.

Twenty plus.

Height, 6,000.

Yes, Danmoor,
I confirm.

No I.F.F.

Hostile 2-9,
now 30 plus.

Yes, Danmoor,
I confirm.

Recheck I.F.F.,
please, Bentmarle.

Sorry to call
you in, sir,
but something's building.

2-8
now 40 plus.

Convoys?

None due through
until tonight, sir.

Hostile 3-1
40 plus, 1-6.

Better bring
more squadrons to standby.

Right, sir.
Get me beacon hill.

Reconfirm hostile 2-3.

Hostile 2-3, 1-8-0.

Getting interference
again, sir.

Not now, Corporal,
not now.

That's better.

Five miles.

I'm afraid
the raid is entering

my ground range,
Danmoor.

Stukas.

Get them up.

Forty-three squadron,
intercept hostile 2-1.

That was
Danmoor, sir.

Ventnor radar
out of action.

-Who's covering Dover?
-54 squadron, sir.

Sixth squadron's
airborne, sir.

Too slow. Some of them
took six and seven minutes.

They'll have to do it in two.

Tallyho, Velvet Leader!

Down there on the left.

Stukas!

Roger. Here we go.

Attacking now.

Yellow section,
keep your eyes peeled
for the escort.

Spitfire!

[guns firing]

Aah!

Easier to hit
than a barn door.

It's like shooting rats
in a barrel.

You'll be in a barrel

if you don't watch out
for the fighters.

[in English] Ventnor,
and now Dover's
out of action.

Our plots
are drying up.

Then we're blind.

So now we've only got
the observer corps.

This is only
the beginning.
They won't stop now.

Heinkels.

Make it 100 plus.

Hello? Hello?
Heinkels, 100 plus.

Yes, center.
Still going north.

Height?

12,000.

[ring]

Dispersal.

Two section, scramble!

Look alive!

At the double!

[telephone rings]

Lookout.

Right.

[siren wailing]

Muck and filth
everywhere,

Mr. Warrick.
It's like a pigsty!

The cooks don't come on
till 6:00.

Well, you've got
some defaulters.

Put them onto it.

Come on you lots, move!

You'd be there fast enough
if it was real!

At the double!

Oh, my God.

Section Officer Harvey!

Sir.

Section Officer Harvey,

I've noticed
that some of your girls

are now using
the men's trenches

during air raid
practice.

It's got to stop.

Sir.

And another thing...
Gas mask cases--

They're for gas masks.
They're not handbags.

I do realize, of course,
that female requirements

differ somewhat
from the male.

Nevertheless,
that's no excuse to--

[explosion blasting]

-God's teeth!
-[bomb whistling]

Take cover!

[explosions continue]

Bastards.

At least we know
what Jerry's going for.

All our airfields,
unfortunately.

It's a squadron
scramble, sir.

Don't be wet.

Get me
the duty controller.

We've only just come down.
We're still refueling.
Tell Control--

[explosions]

Christ!

Don't just stand there!
Get one up!

Corporal Johnson!

Put the Bowsers away!

Rest of you men,
to the trenches!

[man 1] Talk about
a hairy takeoff.

I saw Jimmy buy it.

[man 2] Did Archie get off?

[Archie] Oh, I'm with you
old boy,

but I've left
my stomach behind.

[man 3] Ah, shut up,
will you!

Rabbit Leader
to Cowslip Control.

Do you read me? Over.

For Christ's sake, Cowslip,
wake up, will you?

Rabbit squadron airborne.

Close up, Red 2!

Stick to me
like glue, Simon.

Rabbit Leader,
sorry about that.

This is Cowslip.

[Rabbit Leader]
About time, too.
Where'd they go?

[Cowslip] Bandits now
20 miles east of you
heading southeast.

Sector 1-2-0
and make Angels 2-0.

We'll go, Cowslip.

Rabbit's
turning port... now.

Come in, Red 2.
Where the hell are you?

Where the hell
are you, Simon?

[guns fire]

[man] You, lads, pull
yourselves together!

Get moving!
Get another shovel!

[sobbing]

Bates, pull
yourself together.

Stay with them, Seymour.

It's all right.
I'll see to it.

[man] How about two hands
over here, Officer?

Bring the hoses out
over here!

[dramatic music playing]

[Warrick]
Put that cigarette out!

The mains have gone!
Can't you smell gas?

Don't you yell at me,
Mr. Warrick!

Here, you men!

Don't stand there looking
at it, you idle shover!

You! Get me
some stretchers

-and the orderly.
-Ma'am.

Fast!

You can stand some of the girls
down now, Corporal.

Jones, Whitman,
clear up that mess.

Then you can take
five minutes.

Forty-three, stand down.

1-1-1 released.

5-0-1 are down
at tangbear.

They couldn't get in
at Biggin.

Few more days like this,

and we won't be able
to get them down anywhere.

I suppose we could
pull them all back

north of the Thames,
out of range.

That is precisely what
they want us to do.

[bell tolling]

[radio announcer] This is
the BBC home service.

Here is
the nine o'clock news.

Large formations
of enemy aircraft

today attacked targets
in southern England,

but the enemy's
aerial armada

came in for heavy
punishment.

Over 47 German planes
were destroyed

with a loss of only 15
of our own aircraft.

Six of these pilots
were saved.

Several R.A.F. aerodromes
were also attacked,

and some casualties
were sustained,

but they were light.

[speaking German]

[in German]
We must take advantage
of the good weather.

We are destroying
as many aircraft
on the ground as in the air.

Reichsmarschall Goering
will be interested
in these figures.

We have destroyed nearly
300 planes.

Half the entire
British fighter force.

Schmidt can say what he likes -

- the fact remains, our bombers
continue to be intercepted.

- because the English
are bringing down
reserves from the north.

Right.
So we intensify attacks -

- against airfields -

- and from Norway
we will attack the North.

Beyond the range of
our fighters!

Andtheirs...

even a Spitfire can't be
in two places at once.

[man, in English]
Help yourself, everybody.
There's no fighter escort.

[guns firing]

[yells in German]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[gun firing]

[man] Soapbox Leader,
break it off.

Home and tea.

For once you deserve it.
Well done, everybody.

Heinkel,
three-second burst.

Starboard engine.
Ruddy great flamer.

Any identification
marks?

Yellow stripes
on the wings.

Wing leader.
See it go down?

Did i?
Nyaow... plunk!

Hmm. Graham and Jock
will confirm your story.

That's three of you
who got him.

Eh?

A third of a kill,
laddie, a third.

Sir.

Sir.

-[man 1] Well, any joy?
-[man 2] A Heinkel.

[man 1]
Anyone see mine
go in?

[man 2] Didn't know
you were with us.

-[man 3] Right, fine flying.
-[man 4] Thank you, sir.

Well done, Peter.

Only a third
of a one, sir.

Oh, that's better
than nothing.

I used to blast away
and never hit a sausage.

[both chuckle]

-One thing though...
-What's that, sir?

It takes us two years to
train people like you.

Suppose your controls
had been damaged, hmm?

What would've happened
to that idiotic victory roll
of yours?

You'd have been spread
all over the damn field
like strawberry jam.

Never again. Clear?

Yes, sir.

-Hello, Bob.
-Something to make
Stuffy's day.

The old man's
just gone down

to the ops room
with Sasha.

Final figures
of the northern raids...

Twenty-three without loss.

Jolly good.
I'll show it to him.

Right.

We're getting
six volunteer pilots
from coastal command

and from the fleet
air arms, sir.

Five from each of the fairday
battle squadrons,

and three from
army cooperation.

That's 30, is it?
Not enough.

We lost that many
yesterday.

And the air staff hesitate
to weaken the light bombers

in case
of invasion, sir.

We need pilots now.

What about the foreign
squadrons under training?

Czechs, Poles?

I know your feelings about
the language difficulties.

They don't understand
a word that's said
to them over the air.

They're a menace
to themselves and us.

I'll try and cut
some more corners
off the training program.

Pilots are doing well,

enemy losing
at the rate of
two to one...

Then he can afford to,
can't he?

Never sends more than
half his bombers
at one time.

We must find
more pilots...

Or lose.

[man] Begin.
This is off speed.

Check 5-0-1 back
at ready desk...

I think you ought
to see this, sir.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

[man] Air raid warning.

Sector three red.

[Rabbit Leader]
Rabbit squadron.

Tallyho, tallyho,
red section.

We'll take
the rear starboard.

Yellow,
you take the port.

Yellow-1 wilco.

Tallyho, yellow.

[Rabbit Leader]
And the lot of you,

keep your eyes open
for the red squad.

[engine spluttering]

Rabbit Leader, Red-3,
you're on those bastards,

six o'clock high.
Coming down now.

[Rabbit Leader]
Roger, Red-3.
I see them.

Rabbit,
brave right and climb.

[man] Behind you, Andy!
On your tail!

[guns fire]

[man] Get out, Andy!

Jump!

[speaking German]

[explosion]

Don't any of you
joes talk English?

Corporal!

Sir!

Where are you taking
those vultures?

Officers to the mess,

ensigns to
the guard room, sir.

Like hell you are.

They're responsible
for all that.

Get them
to clear it up.

But what about
the officers, sir?

Give them a bloody shovel.

Come on,
step with it!

Heh. Skipper
hates Jerries.

He'll hate me if you don't
get that gun repaired.

Then wrap up
this little lot.

Only eight for the morning?

-Got to do
better than that.
-Five are write-offs.

One has another
guard gone,

and two are
missing, sir.

Mr. Anthony
and Sergeant Moore.

And these two are
hundred-hour checks.

They've been at it
for 48 hours solid, sir.

I know.

Where the hell
have you been?

Learning to swim.

Do your best, Blaine.

Roger.

You get one?

All I got was a bellyful
of English Channel.

When are you
going to learn?

I didn't know
they were there.

Never fly
straight and level

for more than
30 seconds

in the combat area.

How many times
have I told you?

Come on, I'll give
you a lift.

I'd rather walk, sir.

Cut out the "sir".

You called your wife?

All right, boy.
Get in.

-Here you are, sir.
-Thank you.

It's ridiculous!

We go up
four or five times a day,

and every time
we come down,
more potholes.

There are more potholes

until we can't bloody well
get in a door.

We'll get this place
operational again.

You won't.
Not until someone decides

to protect it
while we're up.

What flaming genius
thought of sending us

to that dump
of a flying club?

Don't blame me.

Direct orders
from group.

Park himself.

It's not a bad
little field.

I've seen it.
Damp tents

and a nasty little shack
full of dead flies.

At least you won't have
the Jerries visiting you.

I don't blame them.

[engines whirring]

How much longer, Hobbes?

The engine's overheating,
and so am I.

We either stand down,
or blow up.

Which do you want?

[gunshot]

[telephone rings]

[woman] Hostile 1-6,
reconfirm, please.

Need some more
yellow sevens, flight.

This is r-29,
now 40 plus.

[telephone rings]

Yes. 2-6 and 4-1
detected, sir.

Seventh squadron's
airborne, sir.

Thank you.
Let 12 group know.

And make sure they know
they're protecting
my airfields while they're up.

They have
been told, sir.

Tell them again.

Pine Tree Leader,
this is Turkey Control.

Vector 1-9-2.

I have some trade
for you over maidstone.

Turkey Control.
Pine Tree Leader.

Roger 1-9-0.

Pine Tree,
this is Turkey.

Twenty plus bandits,

and Angels 2-0
heading west.

[Pine Tree]
Roger, Turkey Control.

[in English] My God!
Fighters coming down now!

Fire speed. Break.

Break!

[gun firing]

[gunfire]

On your tail, Jamie.

[guns firing]

Enemy aircraft
approaching, sir.

Coming straight for us.
Flying course, 21st.

About 8,000 feet.

I'm taking cover.

Tin hats, everybody.

[woman speaking indistinctly]

[loud crashing]

That should damn well
never have happened.

Where the hell
is 12 group?

They were
requested, sir.

Well, they're nowhere
in sight.

Find out what the devil
they think they're playing at.

They just fell on us.

They got my number two
and the C.O.

You saw
Canfield go down?

It blew up.

Just blew up.

-Bad as we thought?
-Worse.

Kenley and Biggin
are shambles again,

and the rest
are not much better.

God knows
how many aircraft
we'll have in the morning.

All because 12 group
didn't do their stuff.

Leigh-Mallory and his
so-called big wings.

Might as well
stay on the ground
for all the use they are.

We were up, sir.

Trying to knock out
the enemy en masse.

But it takes time
to assemble 40 or 50 aircraft
at 15,000 feet.

It takes
far too long.

By the time
your big wing is up,

the enemy have
hit their targets

and are
on their way home.

All that matters

is to shoot them down
in large numbers.

I'd rather destroy 50 after
they've hit their targets,

than ten before.

Don't forget,
the targets

are my airfields,
Leigh-Mallory.

And you're
not getting 50.

You're not even
getting ten.

Gentlemen, you're missing
the essential truth.

We're short
of 200 pilots.

Those we have are tired,
strained,

and all overdue for relief.

We're fighting
for survival...

and losing.

We don't need a big wing,
or a small wing.

We need pilots.

[air raid siren blaring]

And a miracle.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

-Goodnight, sir.
-Goodnight, sir.

[air raid siren blaring]

[radio announcer]
And now, over to
the Savoy Hotel, London,

for dance music
until midnight

with Carrol Gibbons
and his Savoy Hotel Orpheans.

[jazz music playing]

You look
a damn sight better
out of uniform.

Hardly remember you
out of yours.

And who's fault's that?

For God's sake,
not again.

Look, damn it,
my squadron's
come south.

You just apply
for that posting!

Colin, no!

All right, agreed!
Taboo subject tonight.

Old WAFs. [scoffs]

You really think
we're solemnly going

to get into these
ridiculous garments?

Not at this stage,
surely.

I'm shy.

Oh, Maggie, come on.

It's just...

I am shy.

Honestly.

I'll put out the light.

No, Colin!

No, it's not
just bed, it's us!

It's you.

And me.

[softly] You and me.

[in German]
We should have been over target
nine minutes ago.

The wind has veered.

So where are we?

[explosion booming]

Where is London?

Oh, well to the south west.

Ditch bombs -
and a course for home.

[in English] Colin.

Hmm?

I will put in
for that posting.

Promise.

[bomb whistling]

-[loud explosion]
-That's their bombs!

They're bombing London!

[imitates airplane]

It isn't funny!
Cut it out!

Too damn close.

[explosions continue]

Colin, I promise.

I promise.

[in German]
Attacks on London
are forbidden.

You know the order
as well as I do, Major Brandt.

Attacks may only be made -

- on the personal order of
the Fuehrer.

I regret, gentlemen, the matter
is now out of my hands.

By order of
Reichsmarschall Goering -

- you are to report to Berlin.

[orchestral music playing]

[speaking German]

[in German] Don't they know
there's a blackout?

You know what
our friend Goering said:

"If ever a bomb
falls on Berlin -"

"- you may call me MEIER."

You are to report
to Colonel
Schroeder at 9.00 a.m.

This car will take you to your
quarters where you will remain.

[air raid siren blaring]

[soldier blows whistle]

"You may call me MEIER."

Last night
bombs were dropped on Berlin.

So be it.

Two can play at that game.

If the R.A.F. drops
200... 300... 400 bombs -

- then in one night
we shall drop 2,000...
3,000... 4,000 bombs!

[crowd cheering]

If they attack our cities -

- then we will WIPE THEIRS OUT!

[applause and cheers]

The hour will come
when one of us must crack.

And it will never be
National Socialist Germany!

[crowd chanting]
Never!

The English are
filled with curiosity.

They keep asking:
Why doesn't he come?

Be patient.

We are coming.

WE ARE COMING!

[crowd cheering, chanting]

[patriotic music playing]

[speaking German]

Move or I'll make
the lot of you
swim across the Channel!

[horn honks]

[engines roaring]

[in German] If we lose now -

- we deserve to
have our arses kicked out!

[in English] Arrow to
Rabbit Leader.
Vector 1-6-0.

Bandits 100-plus.
Angels 1-5.

Bandits 100-plus.
Over.

Rabbit to Arrow.

I can't see them.

But they must
be there.

Well, come have a look
for yourself then.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing.

Group, please.

Everything we've got,
and get them moving.

They've caught us
this time.

They're turning northwest.
It looks like London.

It's London, all right,

and we've got everything up
covering airfields.

[air raid siren blaring]

-Messerschmitt.
-Iron Corps.

Messerschmitt!

No, they ain't.
They're Iron Corps.

[guns firing]

[explosion booms]

-[bombs whistling]
-[explosions continue]

[in English] The pressure's
dropping again.

This is as far
as I can get, lad.

[man] Down at the end there,
by that car.

[man] Hey, no you don't.

What do you mean?

There's a thousand
pounder down there,

and it's not
gone off.

If you're looking
for somebody,

they're all down there
at the church hall.

[baby crying]

They got
the Rose 'N' Crown.

They got
the Rose 'N' Crown.

He'll have to drink
at the Red Lion now,
won't he?

If they'll have him.

[women laugh]

How bloody stupid
can you get?

I spend half a leaf seeing you
all safe in the country,

and you bring her back
to all this.

I'm sorry, it's just
we missed everyone.

You're all going back.

Dad, have you
finished it?

Have you got it?

Thank you.

There's a family
trapped in Shaw Street.

Can we have
some more volunteers?

I'll be back, luv.

[bell ringing]

[bell continues ringing]

Stop that bloody bell!

It came more
from the back.

Not real spitfires.

They couldn't
land here.

You'll see in a minute.

Only officers
fly spitfires.

You're not
a fighter pilot.

What about
your top button?

Anybody can do that.

T-5? What's that?

[man] They're a training
squadron, sir.

The poles.

Get them out of it.
Get them down.

Blackhawk Leader,
vector 2-3-0

and return to base
immediately. Over.

Blackhawk Leader.
Received and understood. Out.

Blackhawk leader
to "A" flight.

Turn to port
and steer 2-3-0.

[radio chatter in Polish]

Stop that polish chatter
and steer 2-3-0.

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader]
I say again, 2-3-0.

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader]
For crying out loud,
2-3-0!

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader]
Now, just shut up, the lot
of you, and follow me,

unless you're blind
as well as...

Oh, God's truth.

[pilots chattering in Polish]

[shouting in Polish]

Shut up!

Silence, in Polish!

[gunfire]

One, the R.A.F.
is not a flying circus.

[translating into Polish]

Two, strict RT procedure
will be
observed at all times.

[translating to Polish]

And it is never...
repeat, never...
to be used...

[translating to Polish]

...for private
Polish chitchat.

[translating to Polish]

Finally, and God alone
knows why,

I've received
the following signal.

"Congratulations.
As of today,

this squadron
is operational."

Signed, "Keith Park,

Air Vice Marshal,
A.O.C. 11th group."

[all cheer]

I was wrong
about the Poles.

-We also have the second
Polish squadron, sir.
-Mm-hmm.

Heh. I thought
you'd mention that.

All right.
Make them operational.

And the Canadians?

And the Czechs.
We need them all.

[explosions thundering
in distance]

-Looks like London
again, sir.
-Yes.

And there's nothing
we can do about it.

But if Goering
should concentrate
on London by day...

it's another matter.

If it means he leaves
my airfields alone,
I shan't complain.

Even a few days would
give me the chance

to get back
to full strength.

He'll have
farther to come.

And to go back.

We'll have more time
to intercept.

What's more
important, Park...

His fighters
have only fuel enough

for ten minutes
over London.

His bombers will lose much
of their protection.

For the first time,

they'll all come within
the range of 12-group.

Perhaps now,
at last, we shall see

what Leigh-Mallory's
big wings are made of.

Turning on London

could be the Germans'
biggest blunder.

Spider Leader, this
is Top Hat Control.

Bandits now 20 miles
east of you,

heading southeast.

Vector 1-2-0.
Make, angel 2-0.

[man] Roger, Top Hat.

Fox Trot Leader,
this is Tango Control.

Fox Trot leader.
Pass your message.

I have some trade
for you

building up
over green "A."

Roger, Tango.

Spider Leader,
Top Hat Control.

Your customers appear
to be splitting up.

Main course
heading for London

will be your target.
Sector 0-9-0.

Roger, Top Hat.

Batman control.
Climb to Angels 1-9.

Roger, Batman.

Thank you again.

This should give them
something to think about.

[pilot 1] Starlight control
to Dogtail.

Keep an eye out
for a friendly wing

joining you
on your port side.

[pilot 2]
Roger, Starlight.

I see them.
I see them.

Bloody marvelous.

[pilot 1] Fox Trot Leader,
Tango Control.

Bandits now probably
slightly below you.

[pilot 2]
Roger, Tango.
I've got them.

[pilot 1] Peewee Leader
turning starboard now.

Watch out
for 109's about.

[pilot 3]
Roger, Fairfield Leader.
Going up now.

[pilot 1]
Take a left-hand pass,
Blue Leader.

[pilot 4] Roger.

[pilot 1] Everybody else,
keep tight.

[pilot 5]
Swarms of them, sir!

[pilot 1] Fox Trot leader,
cut that out.

Everyone, keep quiet.

[machine guns firing]

Leave the flaming fighters.

It's the bloody
bombers we want.

[pilots yelling in Polish]

Ox, will you
pipe down?

[speaking Polish]

Ox! Behind you!

Behind!

[speaking Polish]

[gunfire]

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon my arse,
you Boche bastard.

Put your hands up!
Come on, put them up!

[protesting in Polish]

Your mitts, mate.
Your mitts.

Put 'em up there.
Go on. Get going.

[continues indistinctly]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[in German]
Are you telling me
our losses are critical?

We're bombing day and night -

- pilots are tired.

Be specific!

The English have
changed tactics.

How?

They are attacking in
large numbers.

Our bombers lack
close fighter protection.

The fighters are always there.

But not close enough?

You yourself
were a fighter pilot -

- the fighter is a hunter.

Yes, I was a fighter pilot -

- not a coward!

There is no
suggestion of cowardice.

I am making the suggestion.

From now on the fighters
will stay with the bombers.

And lose the advantage
of speed and surprise?

You will obey orders!

The invasion cannot begin
until we have
cleared the skies.

Come, my friends -
I have chastised you enough.

I am here to help.

Anything you need?

Give me
a squadron of Spitfires.

Hold your positions.

Don't break -
wait for my order.

[in English] We'll take
the rear starboard.

Yellow,
you take the port.

Roger.

Thanks awfully, old chap.

[speaking German]

I have promised the Fuehrer
we will destroy the R.A.F.

The weather won't last forever.

We must FINISH IT!

That's an order.

[in English]
Here we are.

The miracle
of the loaves.

We should have moved in here
before we were bombed.

Ah, Maggie,
I'd like you to meet

our new assistant
controller.

Squadron leader
Tom Evans,

Section Officer Harvey.

How do you do?

Hello.

[Baker] He knows your old man.

How is Colin?

Haven't seen him
since my little escapade

with the burning
Hurricane.

[woman] Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am.
There's a call for you.

Oh. Will you excuse me
just a minute?

[Baker] Yes.

-Thanks.
-It's around
the corner.

Hello?

It's me.

How on earth did you
get through here?

Oh, put it down to rank.
I said
I was an old battle-ax

from the air ministry.

[laughs] Colin.
That was very clever.

Any news?

About?

Your posting,
you silly idiot.

Well,
you've applied?

I've... I've been
so busy here.

It's really not as simple
as all that.

Look,
why the hell not?

To be absolutely honest,
I forgot.

I know, darling.
I'm sorry.

Groopy's here now.

I'll go and talk to him
right away. All right?

All right?

Colin?

Colin?

Get through
all right, sir?

Yes.

Let me give you
a piece of advice.

What's that, sir?

Stay single.

[gunfire]

Are you still with me,
Dogtail Red-2?

[pilot]
Affirmative, Red Leader.
Directly behind you

and on your
starboard side.

[man] What happened
to Harvey?

He got a 1-0-9,
then ran into trouble,

but he's all right.

No mistake.
I saw him bail out.

Right, right,
attention.

Right.
Stand at ease.

Corporal Seymour will detail
you to your various watches.

I left out the bit
about the wolf whistles.
You're better at that.

The erks have other things
on their minds nowadays,
thank goodness.

Right! Shun!

[continues indistinctly]

It's Colin.

He isn't dead, Maggie.

He's going
to be all right.

They can do wonders
nowadays, you know.

It's just a question
of time, that's all.

We'll get you a posting
so you can be near him.

Is he badly burned?

You sent for me, sir?

Yes, Peter. I want you
to take over Red section.

Who are my numbers
two and three, sir?

A couple of new lads.
They're outside.

[man] Get moving!

Right, then.

How many hours
on spits?

Ten, sir.

Seven, sir.

Stick to me like glue
and keep
your eyes open.

[overlapping chatter]

Control. Put out 2-2-2
and 6-0-3 squadrons
against hostile 2-6.

Winston would pick
a day like this to come.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[telephones ringing]

Is everything up?

The lot, sir.

Reserves?

None.

That's what I've just told
the prime minister.

[overlapping chatter]

Red-3, this is Red-1.

Much closer.
I can hardly see you.

Red-2. You must
keep up with me.

Right, Red section.
Here we go.

Stick to me like glue.

Red-3, behind you!

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

Come in, Blue-2.

[dramatic music continues]

[bombs exploding]

[bell ringing]

[imitating airplane]

Hey, kids.
Shut up, will you?

[radio announcer] This is
the BBC Home Service.

Here is
the nine o'clock news,

and this is
Alvar Liddell reading it.

Up till
eight o'clock tonight,

a hundred and sixty-five
German aircraft
have been destroyed

In big scale attacks
attempted by
the enemy today

on London
and the southeast.

We lost 30 fighters,

with ten
of the pilots safe.

[all cheer]

Buckingham Palace
has been bombed again,

but no one was hurt.

[intercom buzzes]

Yes?
Yes, one moment.

It's the Air Minister, sir,
on the scrambler.

Yes?

Ah, Dowding. Look,
our people in Washington

are having trouble
with the American press,

and it's about
today's figures.

German sources there
are saying

that our claims
are wildly exaggerated.

H-hello?

Are you there,
Dowding?

I'm here, Minister.

Well, can you verify
the figures?

Ahem.

I'm not very interested
in propaganda.

If we're right,
they'll give up.

If we're wrong, they'll be
in London in a week.

-Morning, Arnold.
-Morning, sir.

Morning, sir.

-Morning, Arnold.
-Morning, Clyde.

[telephone rings]

Dispersal.

Right.

Tea's up.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

They are late
this morning, sir.

The bastards
are up to something.

[patriotic music playing]

[shouting marching commands]

[in German]
You have betrayed me!

[somber music playing]

[music crescendos]