FRANCE - MAY 1940
Hello, Abbeville?
If you cannot connect me with Metz, get me Paris.
I don't mind, but hurry. Of course, we'll wait
Yes, I hear you very well.
What?
Are you sure? They are at Sedan?
Eyes right!
I welcome you, General.
Thank you, Kesselring.
-My dear Fink. -General.
-Everything all right? -We are ready, General
Very well, gentlemen, then forward.
Everybody! Attention!
Guard! Attention!
Everybody! Attention!
Eyes right!
Everybody out!
Raise the barrier.
Attention!
If I have to inspect one more bomber, Kesselring...
I won't recommend you for promotion.
-May I finish the inspection? -Certainly.
Thanks, sir.
Have a pleasant journey.
England is not our natural enemy.
You heard him say it.
This time he's wrong.
They're on their knees. They're finished.
We'll never have a chance like this again.
It's ridiculous!
Ridiculous? It's a catastrophe.
Baron von Richter.
The Führer will see you now, sir.
BRITISH EMBASSY - SWITZERLAND
JUNE 1940
Stand at attention!
Gentlemen, the Inspector General is here.
This way.
Thank you.
-My dear Föhn, how are you? -Fine, thanks, General.
-Falke? -Thanks, General.
May I introduce my brother, sir?
Another fighter ace?
When I get the chance, sir.
We have borrowed this.
-Dover? -Dover.
Those masts are their radio direction finders?
England's 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.
Just what we want.
The men are in excellent spirits.
I can see that for myself!
I just mean that we shouldn't wait too long.
It may happen sooner than you think.
Please, gentlemen.
-Come, Falke. -Thank you, General.
Gerhardt, my bath!
Certainly, Major.
Do me a favor, not now.
These are the day's instructions...
-and they must go off today. -All right, if I must.
I know...you just happened to find it.
That doesn't concern you.
Hurry up. My evening meal will not wait for you.
In exactly five minutes, we're off to Boulogne.
Hans, look after Major Föhn.
Good evening, sir. May I lead the way?
Certainly. Go ahead.
But don't let him near the wine cellar!
What's the best way to evade a Spitfire, Major?
-The best is in a flat curve. -But, sir, my brother says...
that a Spitfire can outmaneuver a 109.
When we get to England, let him take up a Spitfire...
and prove it to me in my 109.
Deal! But don't forget your life jacket.
I told you to look after our guest, not to drown him.
Major Föhn doesn't think much of the shot method.
If you taught your boys to shoot sharper...
Excuse me.
Sir, you are to report to Wissant.
What, now?
Immediately. And Major Föhn, too.
l think l know why we are wanted in Wissant.
This is it.
AUGUST 10th, 1940
Gentlemen...Eagle Day.
The destruction of the Royal Air Force on the ground.
Take-off time. 07:15.
Our targets in Southern England are the following airfields...
Manston. Biggin. Kenley.
Dover. Hawkinge.
Our task is to destroy the R.A.F on the ground.
There'll be nothing left for us!
Don't worry, we won't be able to destroy everything.
Enough Spitfires will remain.
Even for you, Bruno.
Fly at maximum height and make good use of it.
And try not to land in the Channel.
In other words, keep your eyes on your petrol gauges.
Remember, you've only got 30 minutes over there.
Let's go.
Move. I'm here.
Can't you hear me?
We must take advantage of the good weather.
We are destroying as many aircraft on the ground as in the air.
Reichsmarschall Göring 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!
And theirs...
even a Spitfire can't be in two places at once.
How far are we from the coast?
Everybody, action stations.
Tomato One to all. Tomato One to all.
Ten minutes to target.
All ready at fighter stations. Ten minutes to target. End.
Spitfire!
H.Q. FIGHTER COMMAND
Bandits to the left, 1,000 meters below.
I can see them. I'm breaking left.
We should have been over target nine minutes ago.
The wind has veered.
So where are we?
Where is London?
Oh, well to the southwest.
Ditch bombs - and a course for home.
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 Führer.
I regret, gentlemen, the matter is now out of my hands.
By order of Reichsmarschall Göring -
- you are to report to Berlin.
Please follow me.
Don't they know there's a blackout?
You know what our friend Göring 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.
"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!
If they attack our cities -
- then we will WIPE THEIRS OUT!
The hour will come when one of us must crack.
And it will never be National Socialist Germany!
Never!
The English are filled with curiosity.
They keep asking: Why doesn't he come?
Be patient.
We are coming.
WE ARE COMING!
PAS DE CALAIS SEPTEMBER 7th, 1940
Herr Reichsmarschall, I welcome you in the name of...
It's all right, Kesselring. Thank you. Thank you.
-Osterkamp. Everything all right? -Yes, sir.
Then let's get to it.
Don't stand there like a lot of pigs!
Move or I'll make the lot of you swim across the Channel!
In the ditch! Get off the road!
lf we lose now -
- we deserve to have our arses kicked out!
Where is the Royal Air Force?
Five seconds.
Bombs away.
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.
Two squadrons, left and above.
Everyone keep quiet.
Hold your positions.
Don't break - wait for my order.
I have promised the Führer we will destroy the R.A.F.
The weather won't last forever.
We must FINISH IT!
That's an order.
SEPTEMBER 15th, 1940
You have betrayed me!