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!