Who the hell is he trying to kid?
Hello? Hello, Abbeville?
What? But if you cannot place them, advise Paris.
I'm at my winds end, but carry on.
But yes, I hear you very well.
Eh? What?
Are you sure?
They are at Sedan?
Eyes right!
I welcome you in the name of the Second Luftwaffe, General.
Thank you, thank you, Kesselring.
- My dear Fink. - General.
Everything all right?
We are ready, General. We can start.
Very well, gentlemen, then forward.
Attention!
If I have to inspect one more bomber...
I won't recommend you for a Field Marshal, Kesselring.
Please, may I finish the inspection?
Certainly.
Sir.
Pleasant return journey.
The English are not ordained by fate to be our enemies.
You heard it yourself, Jeschonnek.
This time he's wrong.
They are completely finished... done for.
We'll never have a chance like this again.
Absolute nonsense!
Nonsense, do you call it? It's a pure catastrophe.
Herr Baron von Richter.
The Fuehrer will speak to you now.
Heil Hitler.
Attention!
Please, gentlemen, the Inspector General has just arrived.
Here.
Thank you, Captain.
Ah, my dear Foehn. You are well?
- Yes, thank you, General. - And Falke?
Yes, thank you, General.
May I introduce my brother Hans, sir?
Another fighter ace perhaps?
When I get the chance to fight, General.
General.
We have borrowed this.
- Dover? - Dover.
Those masts are their radio direction finders?
Yes. Their secret weapon.
Which we captured at Dunkirk.
Our Stukas can deal with them.
Excuse me, General, but why?
If they know we're coming, so much the better.
We don't have to look for them.
The pilots are in excellent spirits, General.
I have eyes in my head, Osterkamp.
I merely wanted to say, General...
we shouldn't wait too long.
It may happen sooner than you think.
Please, gentlemen.
Come, Falke.
Thank you, General.
Gerhardt, my bath!
Yes, certainly, Major.
Do me a favor. Not now, Papa.
These are the day's instructions for the Luftwaffe...
- and they must go off today. - All right, if I must.
I know, you have just found it.
That doesn't concern you. Hurry up, old man...
because my evening meal will not wait for you.
In exactly five minutes, we drive to Boulogne, OK?
Hans, look after Major Foehn.
Good evening, sir. May I lead the way?
Certainly, my boy. Lead on.
Don't let him near the wine cellar!
What's the best way to evade a Spitfire, Major, shallow dive?
And curving in at the same time.
But excuse me, Major, my brother says...
a Spitfire can outmaneuver a 109.
When we are in England, let him take up a Spitfire...
and prove it to me in my 109.
Done! But don't forget your life jacket!
I said look after our guest, Hans, not drown him.
Major Foehn doesn't think much of the shot-method.
If you would teach your boys to shoot a little sharper...
the problem wouldn't arise.
Excuse me, Jafu II. You are to report to Wissant.
- What, now, Papa? - Immediately.
And Major Foehn also.
I think I know why we've been asked to go to Wissant.
This is it.
Gentlemen... Eagle Day!
The destruction of the Royal Air Force on the ground.
Zero hour for takeoff 7:15 A.M.
Our targets today in southern England...
are the following airfields.
Manston, Biggin, Kenley...
Dover, Hawkinge.
It is our task to destroy the R.A.F. On the ground.
There'll be nothing left for us.
Don't worry, gentlemen...
our omnibus drivers won't be able to destroy everything.
Some Spitfires will remain, anyway.
Even for you, Bruno.
Therefore, gentlemen...
fly in at maximum height and make good use of it.
And try not to land in the Channel.
Especially use your eyes and watch your petrol gauges.
Remember, you've only got thirty minutes over there.
Come on, chaps.
Voss, I'm here.
Spitfire!
What's the matter? Can you hear me?
Colonel.
Good. Very good.
The weather is constant.
We have a stabilized high pressure zone...
and we'll make use of it.
The proof, gentlemen. We are destroying...
as many planes on the ground as in the air.
Thank you, Schmidt. On the desk, please.
Reichsmarschall Goering will certainly be interested...
in my report.
To date, almost 300 planes have been destroyed.
Almost half the entire British fighter force, gentlemen.
The Colonel can report what he pleases.
The fact remains...
that our bombers continue to be intercepted.
Because the English are now bringing in their reserves.
As from tomorrow, we'll increase our attacks on these airfields.
And five Luftwaffes will attack the north and north-east.
But that is outside the range of our fighters, Colonel.
Also outside the range of the English fighters.
Not even a Spitfire can be in the north and the south... at the same time .
How far are we from the coast?
Everybody, Action Stations.
Tomato Heinz to all. Tomato Heinz to all.
Another ten minutes to target.
All ready at Fighter Stations.
Another ten minutes to target. Over.
Damnit! Spitfire!
There! Right behind us!
Hurry up! Out!
All out!
We should have been over the target 2 minutes ago.
The wind has veered.
So where are we?
Where is London?
Far back in the south-west.
Good. Then get rid of the bombs and let's go home.
Attacks on London are strictly forbidden.
This order you know as well as I do, Major Brandt.
These attacks may only be flown...
on the specific order of the Fuehrer.
I regret, gentlemen...
that this is now completely out of my hands.
By order of Vice Marshal Goering...
you two are to report to Berlin to testify.
Thank you.
Major Brandt?
Flying Officer Froedl. Please follow me.
Would you believe it?
Don't they know there's a blackout?
You know what Goering said:
"If ever a bomb falls on Berlin...
- "you may call me Meier." - Hmm.
You are to report to Colonel Schroeder at 9 A.M. Sharp.
This car will take you to your quarters...
and you are to remain there.
"As from today, we are called Meier."
Last night, bombs were dropped on Berlin by the British.
So be it.
That is a game at which two can play.
If the R.A.F. Drops three, four...
five thousand kilograms of bombs on Germany in one night...
then in one night we shall drop three hundred...
four hundred, five hundred, five thousand on England!
When they attack our cities, we will flatten theirs.
Then we will obliterate them!
The hour will come when one of us must crack.
It will never be National Socialist Germany!
Never! Never!
The English are wondering.
They keep asking, "Why doesn't he come?"
Be patient. Patience.
We are coming.
We are coming!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Attention!
Reichsmarschall, I welcome you in the name of...
It's all right, Kesselring. Thank you, thank you.
Ah, Osterkamp, everything all right?
Yes, sir.
Then it can begin.
- Come with me, Kesselring. - Yes.
Don't stand around like a bunch of pigs!
Fall in!
I'll let the lot of you swim over the Channel!
Attention!
In the ditch! March! Get off the road!
Attention!
There they come.
If we lose the war now...
they'll tear our arses asunder.
Where is the Royal Air Force?
Five seconds.
Away!
Germans! Germans, on the right!
- I don't see! Where? - Down there on the right!
I see the Jerries. I see!
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 twenty miles east of you, heading southeast.
Vector 1-2-0.
- Make, Angel 2-0. - 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.
Vector 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.
Starlight Control to Dogtail.
Keep an eye out for a friendly wing...
joining you on your port side.
Roger, Starlight.
I see them. I see them.
Bloody marvelous.
Fox Trot Leader, Tango Control.
Bandits now probably slightly below you.
Roger, Tango. I've got them.
Peewee Leader turning starboard now.
Watch out for 109s about.
Roger, Fairfield Leader. Going up now.
Take the left-hand pair, Blue Leader.
Roger.
Everybody else, keep tight.
Swarms of them, sir!
Fox Trot Leader, cut that out.
Everyone keep quiet.
Leave the flaming fighters.
It's the bloody bombers we want.
Ox, will you pipe down?
On fire, son of a gun!
Ox! Behind you!
Behind!
I am on fire! I'm bailing out!
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon my ass, you Boche bastard.
Put your hands up! Come on, put them up!
What is it? I'm a Polish pilot...
Cor blimey. Your mitts, mate... your mitts.
Put 'em up there. Go on. Get going.
Where are you taking me? I'm fighting on your side!
Can we get in?
- And fetch the doctor. - Good.
I know, young man.
Get out of the way, man.
It's coming. It's coming.
Are you telling me that your losses are critical?
We're bombing day and night, Reichsmarschall.
Our losses are high, and our pilots are tired...
and the planes need servicing.
Be specific! What are you telling me?!
The English have changed tactics.
Changed tactics? How?
They are attacking in large numbers.
Our losses might be reduced if our formations...
were more closely escorted by fighters, sir.
The fighters are always there.
But not close enough, is that it?
You, yourself, were a fighter pilot.
The fighter is a hunter, sir.
I was a fighter pilot.
I was not a coward!
There is no suggestion of cowardice, sir!
I am making the suggestion!
From now on the fighters will stay close with our bombers.
And lose their natural advantages...
of surprise and speed?
You will obey orders!
The invasion cannot begin until we have cleared the skies.
Come, my friends, I have chastised you enough.
But I am here to help him.
Is there anything you want?
Foehn? Falke?
Yes, sir, a squadron of Spitfires.
Stop... vapor trail.
Left and above.
Vulture Leader to everyone.
Keep quiet. Hold positions.
We'll encircle them only when they close up...
to firing distance.
We'll take the rear starboard.
Yellow, you take the port.
Roger.
Thanks awfully, old chap.
Sir, you know...
I have promised the Fuehrer...
to clear the skies and totally destroy the R.A.F.
I expect to be obeyed!
Here we are.
The miracle of the loaves.
We should have moved in here before we were bombed.
Maggie, I'd like you to meet our new assistant controller.
Squadron Leader Tom Evans, Section Officer Harvey.
How do you do?
Hello.
He knows your old man.
How is Colin?
Haven't seen him since my little escapade...
with the burning Hurricane.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am. There's a call for you.
Will you excuse me just a minute?
- Yes. - Thanks.
It's around the corner.
Hello?
It's me.
How on earth did you get through here?
Put it down to rank.
I said I was an old battle-ax from the Air Ministry.
Colin. That was very clever.
Any news?
About?
Your posting, you silly idiot.
Well, you've applied.
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?
Get through all right, sir?
Yes.
Let me give you a piece of advice.
What's that, sir?
Stay single.
Are you still with me, Dogtail Red-2?
Affirmative, Red Leader.
Directly behind you and on your starboard side.
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 troops have other things on their minds nowadays...
thank goodness.
Right! Shun!
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.
Right, then.
How many hours on spits?
- Ten, sir. - Seven, sir.
Stick to me like glue and keep your eyes open.
Control. Put out 2-2-2 and 6-0-3 Squadrons...
against Hostile 2-6.
Winston would pick a day like this to come.
Is everything up?
The lot, sir.
- Reserves? - None.
That's what I've just told the prime minister.
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!
Come in, Blue-2.
Hey, kids. Shut up, will you?
This is the BBC home service.
Here is the 9:00 news...
and this is Armand Adell reading it.
Up till 8:00 tonight...
165 German aircraft have been destroyed...
in big scale attacks attempted by the enemy today...
on London and the southeast.
We lost thirty fighters with ten of the pilots safe.
Buckingham Palace has been bombed again...
but no one was hurt.
Yes? Yes, one moment.
It's the air minister, sir, on the scrambler.
Yes?
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.
Hello?
Are you there, Dowding?
I'm here, Minister.
Well, can you verify the figures?
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.
Dispersal.
Right.
Tea's up.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
They are late this morning, sir.
The bastards are up to something.
Quick march!
You have let me down!
You have betrayed me!