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[Lively]
[Chattering]

We are good.

Ah!
[German]

Ja! Wunderbar!

[Man Yelling In German]

[German]

Look at that, Karl.

[Chattering In German]

[Both Laughing]

Well, Roy, you seem
to like my country.

Like it?
I think it's marvelous.

Say, I wish we were staying here
two years instead of just two weeks.

But you know, Karl, it does sound funny
hearing you call it "your country. "

I keep forgetting
you're not English.

Oh, sometimes I...
Well, I feel almost English myself.

Well, that's natural. After all,
you can't be at Oxford three years...

without feeling
slightly British.

[Band]

I wish Helen were here.

After all you've said about her,
I don't blame you.

[German]

Your brother is not coming
today, Herr Rutledge?

Oh, yes, he'll be along soon, Gretchen.
Nothing can keep Monte away from this good beer.

[Chuckles] Nothing except
a good-looking woman.

[Laughs]
Jawohl.

That brother of yours,
he's a naughty boy,

but I like him.

He has a way with them,
hey, Gretchen?

[Laughs] You, you don't know half of it.

Another conquest for Monte.

Yes. I don't know why he wants to
mess about with every woman he meets.

Yeah, but you have Helen.

I'm not at all sure.

I'm not half good enough for
her. She must be a wonderful girl.

Oh, she is.
She's marvelous.

You'll have to meet her
when we get back to Oxford.

- I'd like to.
- Would you like to see what she looks like?

Yes. I didn't know you had a photograph
of her. Yeah, and neither does Helen.

I took it myself when she
wasn't looking. Really?

Oh.
Stunning, isn't she?

Why, she's marvelous.

Cheerio, you blighters.

Hello, it's Monte.

Meet the countess. Step up,
gents, to the one and only...

Now, Monte, don't, please.
Oh, it's all right.

This little pretzel doesn't
understand a word of English. No?

Gretchen! [German] Ja!

[Gretchen, In German]

[Countess In German]

[Chuckling]

Found her at the museum.

Yeah, she's a work of art, all
right. You should have left her there.

[All Laughing]

[German]
Shh! Quiet!

I say, Monte, why do you
bring around this sort?

Bring her? Good heavens,
I can't get rid of her.

Go home, will you?
Go home.

[German]

You see, I'm stuck.

Hello. Who's the dowager?
That's Helen.

Oh. But, of course, that's only a
snapshot. Wait till you meet her.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

Go away!
[Laughs]

[German]
[Men Laughing]

I say. This is getting serious.
I've got to get rid of her.

Oh, you know, I have a very important
engagement in just 15 minutes.

I say, you chaps, be... be
sporting and take her off my hands.

But after all, Monte... We may be
sporting, but we're not feeble-minded.

Well, you can do what you
please with her. I'm going.

Hey, listen, Monte... Auf Wiedersehen.
[Continues In German]

Here, just a minute now.
Please.

Leave her to me.
I'll get rid of her.

Please. Yes.
[German]

[German]
Ja.

[German]
Nein. Nein. Nein. Nein.

Roy! No! Roy! [Roy]
No, carry on. Carry on.

Pretty boy,
you please me very much.

[Doorbell Rings]

What's that?

It is nothing. I am not at home
to anyone except my husband.

And he is away
on army business.

He will not be home for hours.

So, you see...

Charming.

[German]
[German]

But really, I-I say
you mustn't think that...

Your name?

My name is, uh,
Rutledge, sir.

You are stopping in Munich?

At the Hotel Bayrischer Hof, sir.

[Clicks Heels Together]

My seconds
will call on you later.

But I say you...

There is nothing further
to discuss.

Sailing, sailing
over the bounding main

Where many a wintery wind shall blow
'ere Jack comes home again

Hello. Where you going?
Sailing, sailing England.

England? Why, we're not
going back for 10 days.

What's wrong?
[Clicks Heels Together]

Baron Von Kranz.
Who's he?

Oh, he's just a friend of mine.
Really?

Quite a social success, aren't you?
How do you meet these barons?

Well, unfortunately,
I met this one through his wife.

And this means... A
duel. Can you imagine it?

Running away?
Oh, don't be an ass. Roy.

You don't expect me to go through with a farce
like this. It's the only thing you can do.

Oh, there you go again. I suppose when a
woman's no good and her husband finds it out,

I've got to get shot, just because
it's the honorable thing to do.

Well, what do you think people
will say? You'll never live it down.

What do I care
what people say?

Well, you can talk all you like,
Monte, but you can't walk out like this.

Can't I?

Good-bye.
See you at Oxford.

Hello, Roy.
Hello, Karl.

Well, what's up?
Where's Monte?

He's gone to England.

England?
Well, what's the matter?

Oh, nothing.
But I say...

[Knocking]

Herr Rutledge?

Herr Rutledge?

Yes?
Von Richter.

Von Schlieben.

We represent
Colonel Baron Von Kranz.

Yes.

Have you chosen your second?

According to custom, we have
selected the time and place.

You have the choice of weapons.

What is your choice?

[German]

What is this?

Golden Aue.

Why, that's a famous
dueling place near here.

It says at 4:00
tomorrow morning.

4:00 in the morning.

Well, how did this happen?

I- I'm sorry, Karl. I- I lost my
temper with one of your officers.

But, Roy... Say, Karl, do
you know how to be a second?

[Engine Running]

Wait here, Roy.

[German]

Bitte.

[German]
[German]

[German]

Good luck, Roy.

[German]

[German]

[German]
[Gunshots]

[German]

[Playing]
[Singing In German]

Did you ever see a lassie
a lassie, a lassie

Did you ever see a lassie
go this way and that

[Roy]
Hey, will you cut it out?

[All Yelling, Cheering]

Hey, did anybody
see my green socks?

[Man] Check in the
garbage. Hello there, Roy.

Hello, Elliot. Glad to see you.
I'm certainly glad to see you back.

Thank you.
And where's your German accent?

Well, I couldn't get it
past the Custom officials.

Oh, I say, what have
you done to your arm?

Oh, nothing. It's just a little
scratch. I was hunting in Germany.

I'll see you at dinner?
Righto.

Good.
See you later.

Why aren't you getting dressed?
Aren't you coming to meet Helen?

Oh, yes, but don't remind me of it. Don't
be foolish. She expects us for tea.

Tea? Listen, it'll do you
good to meet a nice girl.

Oh, well, all right,
but first we've gotta get you dressed.

Say, we've gotta get him dressed.
He's going to see his girl.

Now, now, wait a minute, now.
Listen, I've gotta have my shirt!

[Overlapping Yelling]

Wait a minute. I... Listen,
I'm old enough to dress myself!

No, you're not.
Will you cut it out?

Say, listen, will you pl...
[All Cheering]

Will you...
Hey, my green socks!

[Doorbell Rings]

[Ring]

Is Helen in? Miss Helen
is not at home, sir.

She's expecting us.
Would you care to wait?

Yes, thank you.

Fine reception.

Oh.

Roy, maybe she's forgotten.

Not Helen.
She's not that sort.

Oh.

Roy, I feel sick.
I- I think I'd better go.

- Monte, will you sit down?
- Oh, I've got an awful headache.

I think I'll go to the chemist and
get something for it. Monte.

[Door Closes]

- Roy!
- Helen!

Oh, terribly sorry.
Mother's fault. Shopping.

I simply flew
My, isn't it hot?

You shouldn't have hurried so.
Oh, but I wanted to.

Roy, you've no right to
look so cool. I'm broiling.

Feel.

Yes, you are, aren't you?

No, not one.

Well, you're so marvelous,
I- I hardly dare.

Oh, silly.

Well, that's better.

Cigarette, Roy?

I thought your brother was
coming. Went out with a headache.

Poor boy.
It must be the heat.

[Paperboy]
Extry, extry! All about the war!

[Continues Yelling, Indistinct]

Well, they've done it.
I never thought they would.

I still can't believe it. Well,
it must be true. It's official.

Oh, shut up.
I'm trying to think.

It's terrible.

Karl, you won't
have to go, will you?

Me? Oh, Roy, I hope not.

Oh, they can't want me.
I'm not a soldier.

What use would I be
to them?

I couldn't... kill anyone.

They couldn't make me do that,
could they, Roy?

Oh, I think it'll all be over
in a couple of weeks.

I'm not so sure.
I wouldn't worry about it.

Then suppose
England comes in.

Why, Roy,
that'd be horrible.

I never could do that.
Why, I love England.

Oh, will you shut up?

Monte, Germany's
declared war on France.

Hmm? Oh.

Oh, Roy,
how do you spell "ecstatic"?

Hmm?

[Knocking]

Special delivery letter
for Karl Arnstedt.

What's the matter, Karl?
Someone ill?

Karl.

May I ask the Prime Minister if he has
any information he can give us today.

Our ambassador at Berlin received
his passport at 7:00 last evening.

And since 11:00 last night,

a state of war has existed
between Germany and ourselves.

[Murmuring]

Seven?

What size? A seven and
a half if you please.

I- I'm afraid it's a bit small, sir.

Move along, there. Move
along. You'll grow into it.

Present arms!

Come on there.
Come on.

Present arms!

Give it to him,
you bloody fool.

Hey, what's wrong with you?
Sleeping sickness?

Here, here. Let go of that
gun, you clinging vine.

Let go, do you hear?

God, you're enough
to turn a man's stomach.

Hey, you with
the fallen arches...

I've enlisted, Monte,
in the Royal Flying Corps.

You're a fool, Roy.

[Chattering]
Really? How lovely.

My grandfather was in the guard
during the Revolution. Oh, he was?

Oh, Roy, you look marvelous
in uniform. Thank you.

Doesn't he?
It's ripping.

Where? Tell me, what have
you joined? The infantry?

No, the Royal Flying Corps.
Oh, of course.

And all the misery in this world
has been caused...

by and for capitalism!

Why should we fight this war?

For capitalism?

You will die!
You will die!

All your sons will die
for capitalism!

Down with capitalism!
Down with war!

Down with the anarchists.

[Man] That's
right. [Clamoring]

[Murmuring]

[Officer] Get back now. Who
do you think you're shoving?

There's the man
I'd like to kiss.

What's the matter? Afraid of a kiss?
[Man] Maybe he's yeller!

Go on, you.
Go on and fight for your country.

[Woman] Slacker!
[Crowd Yelling]

Come on.

But really,
you don't understand.

I didn't mean to do anything.

Say, I'd rather marry the girl.

[Man, Indistinct] You'll
never get your wings that way.

Hi. How are you?
Oh, boy.

Say, listen, that first solo flight
certainly is a great thrill.

It certainly felt great.

[Engine Sputtering]

I will.

[Man] Wonder who that is out
there. That was a fine landing.

Look at him come out of there.
[Continues Indistinct]

[Sighs]

Look, boys, it's Monte.

[Whistling "America"]

Hey, how'd it go, Monte?
Oh, great.

Well, tonight's the night, Monte. Yeah.

Say, listen, be more cheerful. You
have a treat in store meeting Helen.

Must be Friday the 13th.

Gee, I-I wonder if she'll wear
her canteen uniform.

If she does, you can count me
out. Oh, she looks stunning in it.

Who wants to be stunned?
I'm only going as a favor to you.

You and I don't like
the same kind of girls.

[Guffaws]
Hurry up, will you?

Oh, it's a waste of time
to polish these.

She'll probably step all over them
the first dance anyway.

Safer to sit it out.

Quiet little corner and a have
a chat about votes for women.

Hello there.
Hello.

Whose window
are you warbling under tonight?

Lady Randolph's Charity Ball. Wash your neck
and come along. Oh, but I haven't been invited.

That's all right. I'm on the
committee. No, I don't think I'll go.

A smart boy.

[Waltz]

I wonder where Helen is.
She should be here by this time.

How do you do, sir?

There's she is.
Don't point. It's rude.

Oh, Helen.

Roy!

Hello.
Hello, old thing.

You're frightfully late.
I was afraid you weren't coming.

Oh, Helen, this is Monte.
How do you do?

How do you do?

Well, that's done at last.

You know, you two have been
avoiding each other for weeks.

Helen, may I have
this next dance?

What? Oh, of course.

Oh, Roy, there you are.
Good evening, Lady Randolph.

I must say, you take your duties on
my committee very lightly. I'm sorry.

Where have you been? You've
completely disarranged my program.

There are no end of things to be done.
Helen dear, you don't mind, do you?

Come along, Roy. Come at
once. I'm sorry, Helen.

Uh, Monte, would you take
this next dance with Helen?

Oh, how do you do, Monte?
How do you do? Now come along.

[Lady Randolph Continues,
Indistinct]

Well?

[Waltz]

[Ends]

Ahem.
Oh. Hello, Roy.

I- I really must go and find,
uh, Jimmy Kerrigan.

He has something
most important to tell me.

I...

Who is this Jimmy Kerrigan?

Kerrigan?
I've never heard of him.

Oh.

[Waltz]

What are you thinking of?

If you must know,
I was thinking of Monte.

Do you like him?
Yes, I like him.

He's a marvelous dancer.

Well, Monte does
all those things well.

Helen.
What?

May I?

Oh, Monte.
Oh, hello there.

Come sit down.

You having a better time
than you expected, Monte?

Marvelous. Been dancing with a
beautiful brunette, name of Eleanor.

She's perfect.
Oh, Eleanor Madden.

You don't really think
she's beautiful?

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty? Stop it. I'm not a cat.

Yes, you are.

Well, if I'm a kitty,
I'm a thirsty kitty.

Roy dear, will you please
get me a glass of punch?

Why, of course I will.
No, I'll go, Roy.

No, I'm the committee.

You stay here
and look after this wallflower.

But really, I...
Oh, if you'd rather not...

Well, I-I didn't mean...

Don't you like wallflowers?

I shouldn't have done that.
Oh, you're not sorry, Monte.

Awfully sorry.
I had no right to.

What if I'm glad?

But what about Roy?
Isn't that my business?

I suppose so, but...
Hush.

Compliments of the committee.
Thanks awfully, Roy.

Well, has he been
properly charming?

Me?
More than charming.

Good for you, Monte.

Taste?

[Waltz]

She loves me.
She blisters you.

It's worth it.
Is she worth it?

Depends on who she is.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, thank goodness Lady Randolph's
lost sight of me for a minute.

Roy, you've been
neglecting me shamefully.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
You see, it's this beastly committee.

Lady Randolph
won't let me alone a minute.

Oh, Roy, there you are.
Yes, here I am.

Do you mind? Where is that list?
Would you mind finding Sir John for me?

It's about my Canteen Unit. I must have
the queen's signature. It's so important.

My dear, why don't you get into your
uniform? You look so pretty in it.

And, Monte, shouldn't you dance
with Mary Blunt?

Yes, why don't you? And, Roy.
Roy, will you find Sir John?

I want you to lead
the grand dance for me.

And really, there are so
many things you've got to do.

[Continues, Indistinct] Yes. L-I'm
terribly sorry. Uh, back soon.

You see, those girls have been looking for
you. But, Lady Randolph, I'm supposed to...

So, you've really joined
Lady Lizzie's Canteen Unit?

Rather.
Chance of a lifetime.

We go to France in two weeks.
Two weeks?

Well, Roy says
you're sailing the 15th.

Is that so?

[Yawns]
Bored?

Tired.
Take me home, Monte.

Home?
It's not far.

I've taken a flat in town
near Canteen Headquarters.

But, I mean, Roy will be
quite upset to find you gone.

That's what he gets
for being on committee.

But, really... Very well.
I'll find someone else.

Oh, I didn't mean to be rude.

Well, come on then.

[Engine Off]

Are we here?
Well, it's number 27.

Wanna come up
for a cigarette and a drink?

Oh, really, you must be
awfully tired. No, I'm not.

Come see my room. I've only had
a place of my own for a week.

It's a new toy.

What a baby you are.

Alley-oop.
All right.

Well, this is jolly.

Sit down
and I'll get you a drink.

Thanks.

Say when.
Whoa.

When! When!

Would you be shocked
if I put on something more comfortable?

I'll try to survive.

Well, are you
more comfortable now?

Yes, are you?

Oh, yes.

You know, it seems strange being here like this
after hearing Roy rave about you for months.

Does Roy rave? Oh,
rather. He idolizes you.

Oh, I do wish he wouldn't.
It makes me feel guilty.

I can understand his raving
now. Oh, don't be silly.

You're not a bit
like Roy, are you?

I should say not.

Roy's frightfully high-minded.
He doesn't approve of me.

He wouldn't approve of me either
if he knew what I'm really like.

Doesn't he know?
No.

When I'm with Roy,
I'm the way Roy wants me to be.

That's caddish, isn't it?
But I can't help it.

I understand.
Roy wouldn't.

May I ask you
a very personal question?

Yes.
Do you love Roy?

No, not really. Not the way
Roy wants me to love him.

I can't. Roy's love means
marriage and children...

and never anyone but Roy.

I couldn't bear that.
I wanna be free.

I wanna be gay
and have fun.

Life's short, and I wanna
live while I'm alive.

I know, that...
that's the way I feel too.

I...

I think I'd better go.

Must you?
I really should.

Pull.

Cold in here now,
isn't it?

Have you a match?

Why so gloomy?

God, I'm rotten.

I can't see it.

Can't you?
Well, then you're rotten too.

What do you mean?
And Roy worships you.

You!
Well?

Don't you make yourself sick...
you and Roy.

God, that's funny.
Get out of here!

Don't worry.
I can't get out fast enough.

Get out!

[Door Closes]
And stay out!

Where have you been?

Oh, I, uh...
I stopped at a...

at a bar
after I took Helen home.

Oh.

How'd you like her?

Oh, she's all right.

Pass in a crowd, eh?

I daresay she would.

Just what do you mean by that?

Listen, Roy, let me tell you something.
Even if it hurts.

Yes?

I wouldn't be so idealistic
about Helen if I were you.

And why not?

Well, I...
I just wouldn't, that's all.

Well, why not? Oh, I don't
know. Forget it.

Never mind crawling.
Out with it.

Listen, Roy, I tell you.
Women are all the same.

You look at every woman
as a barmaid.

You don't know anything
about decent women.

Oh, all right.
You know it all then.

Oh, you've said enough.
Shut up.

[Engine Whirring]

[Both Speaking German]

Karl. Karl!

[All Speaking German]

[Continues In German]

[Clattering]

[German]

[Zeppelin's Engine Whirring]

[Clattering]

Zep overhead!

[Morse Code]

- South by east.
- Righto!

[Air Raid Siren Blaring]

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Right.

All lights out, sir.
Lights out, quick!

[Air Raid Siren Blaring]

Zeppelin overhead! Zeppelin
overhead! Everybody out!

Hey, come on, Monte.
Zeppelin overhead.

Come on, Monte. What's the
matter with you? Get up.

We don't all have to go.
I'm tired. Oh, shut up.

- Come on. Let's go. Hurry up. Come on.
- Be right with you, Elliot.

Come on, Monte. Get up. Come
on. Let's go. Hurry. All right.

[Air Raid Sirens Blaring]

[Zeppelin's Engine Whirring]

[German]

[Yells Command In German]

[Whirring Stops]

Karl...
[German]

[German]

[German]

Karl.
[German]

[German]
Danke.

[Whirring]

Well, so long there, Tommy. All
right, old chap. Good luck, Elliot.

Go get 'em, Monte.
Good-bye.

Good luck, Roy.
Right.

[Accelerating]

[Silence]

[German]

[German]

[Whirring]

[Silence]

[Whirring]

- [German]
- [German]

[Engine Off]

- [German]
- [German]

[Explosion]

Perfect.
[German]

[Explosions]

- [German]
- [German]

- [German]
- [German]

[Explosions]

[German]

[German]

[Engine Starts]

Look, Roy, there she goes.

[German]

Let's go.

[German]

[Clattering]

[German]

[German]

[Silence]

Kapit�n?

Kapit�n. Kapit�n!

[German]

Kapit�n! Kapit�n!

[German]

[Aircraft Approaching]

[German]

[German]

[German]

Jawohl!

[German]

[German]

[German]

Hey, Roy, they've hit our motor.

Cut the gas.
We'll burn to death!

Roy!
Oh, shut up!

Well, this is a mess, all right.

Yeah, just our luck.
Lucky we weren't both killed.

Well, we're through.

Herr Kapit�n.

[German]

Look at it, Monte.
Roy, it's falling!

Look at that, Roy.
Great, isn't it?

They're done for.

Look out! Run!

[Whistling]

Just a minute.

Why the blazes don't you
look where you're going, sir?

I'm sorry, sir.

Isn't it customary to salute
one's superior officer?

Thank you. What is your name,
sir? Lieutenant Roy Rutledge.

Make a note of that.
Yes, sir.

[Helen] Would you like
to try it and find out?

[Man]
They are. They glisten in the sun.

What the hell you trying to do?
It took me three hours to write that.

You're nothing but a pest anyhow.
Sit down. Oh, don't, Bruce.

You shouldn't smoke so many.
What difference does it make?

You know it's bad for you.
Buy a chocolate, miss.

Change, miss.
Please.

That's a good boy. What a life
it would be married to you.

Oh, you don't fancy
it? Beastly. No smokes.

Think of all the money we'd save.
What would we spend it on?

Oh, a diamond dog collar.
For me?

No. I'd buy a muzzle for you. You wouldn't
spoil my beautiful mustache, would you?

No. We'd keep that
in the parlor under glass.

Hello, Helen.
Oh, hello, Roy.

Roy, I'd like you to meet
Captain Redfield. Lieutenant Rutledge.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Beastly weather.
Yes, isn't it.

- You'll get used to it.
- Thanks.

Gee, it's great to see you again, Helen.
It's been four whole days.

Really?

- Have you been over long?
- Three weeks.

Oh. Three weeks.

Everything all right
up your way? Oh, yes.

Your squadron near here?
Twenty miles up the line.

Twenty miles. That far.

- You chaps have it rather soft, haven't you?
- Do you think so?

Well, I mean to say being able to
dash about the countryside and all that.

Wish I'd picked the R.F.C.

Well, why didn't you?
Roy.

Well, I must be going.
Oh. Don't go.

I think I'd better.

Good-bye, Helen, and don't
forget your promise. I won't.

Who's that bag of wind? Would you mind
not talking about my friends like that?

Oh, now, Helen, please.
Oh, you were perfectly beastly to him.

I'm terribly sorry.
Guess my nerves are a bit raw.

Things haven't been so easy
this last week.

Oh, you've been fighting?

Did you shoot down any Boche?
Yes. I managed to get a couple.

Really? How thrilling.
Tell me about it.

Well, there's really nothing much to
tell. Three bars of chocolate, miss.

[Piano: Lively]
[Men Chattering]

[Chattering]

Oh, Jymes. Oh, Jymes.
Bread, Jymes. We want bread.

[Chanting]
We want bread!

Coming, sir. Coming!

Did you ever try hurrying, Jymes?

Sorry, sir, but I stopped to dig
a few of the cockroaches out of it, sir.

[Laughter]
Well, put it down.

[Clamoring]

Well, where's the bread?
Did you ever try hurrying, sir?

- [Laughter]
- Jymes, more bread.

Drown the cockroaches this time.
Yes, sir.

Jymes, what's the taste in this soup?
I can't say, sir.

[Man] It's not soup, it's soap.
[Man #2] I think it's shoe polish.

Sorry, sir. Cook said the soup
was a bit weak tonight.

Maybe you taste the disinfectant
in the water, sir. Oh.

Well, strike me blind,
it's a hair.

[Man] Wash it off and
wear it, Baldy. [Laughing]

Hello, you chaps.
Hello, Monte. How goes it?

[Men Singing On Victrola]

Still no news of Harry?
No.

Somebody always gets it
on the night patrol.

What do you think, Marryat?
You saw it happen.

Is there any chance
he got down alive?

No, I don't think so.
The searchlights got him.

We were flying low and they heard us.
We started to climb, but it was too late.

Shrapnel began bursting all around him.
Two bursts caught him and he started to drop.

It was awful to see him down there, twisting
and diving... crippled, always dropping.

Trying every way to get clear of
those lights. Then another burst got him.

We could hear him screaming...
Stop! I can't stand it.

[Man] Good thing he took your place, Rutledge.
You might've got it instead of him.

Oh, I'll get it sooner or later. We'll
all get it. Isn't there any end to this?

Oh, shut up. You're always
whining. Shut up yourself.

Who'll make me?
I'll make you.

[Clamoring]

Sit down, Jack, and be quiet. All
right. What's the matter with you fellas?

Would anybody like to take
Monte's place on tonight's patrol?

[Jeering]
Lay off.

[Man] No more soup.
We need some.

No more soup.
We need some soup.

[Men Shouting] [Man]
Jymes! Hurry it up.

[Laughter]
[Man] Splendid.

Splendid, Jymes.
[Laughter Continues]

Splendid.
That's what comes from hurrying.

What was dinner
before you dropped it, Jymes?

A tasty bit of salmon, sir.
Sewer trout again?

Hasn't the cook anything else?

Well, sir, there's that tin of pork
and beans. No, we don't want that.

Can he do anything with the garbage? Oh,
well, never mind. We aren't hungry, are we?

[All Saying "No"]
Coffee, Jymes.

Yes, sir.
And, Jymes.

Yes, sir?
Don't let anything hurry you.

No, sir.

[Man] Drinking
again? [Chattering]

You dirty louse!
Hey, Baldy.

The sooner you get shot down,
the better. Baldy, darling.

[Laughing]
Now that didn't hurt, Baldy.

[Chattering]

Monte! What's the matter
with you? Attention.

As you were.

The following officers
will report for night patrol.

Drayton.
Yes, sir.

Fuller.
Here, sir.

Maloney. Oh, no. Not an old baldheaded
man like me up there in the cold, cold air.

[Laughing] Perhaps Fritz
will warm it up for you.

Neville.
Here, sir.

Monte Rutledge.

Monte Rutledge.

I don't feel very well tonight, sir.
That's all right, boy. None of us feel well.

But you don't understand.
I think I do, Rutledge.

But I say, sir. You don't understand. Th-There
seems to be something the matter with me.

I know what's the matter with
him. He's yellow. Oh, shut up.

Oh, let's say it. Didn't Harry go west
last night because he took this man's place?

Keep quiet, Jack.
I will not keep quiet.

He's yellow and we all know it.
That's a lie! I'm not yellow.

I can see things as they are, that's all.
I'm sick of this rotten business.

You fools. Why do you
let them kill you like this?

What are you fighting for?
Patriotism. Duty. Are you mad?

Can't you see they're just words? Words coined by politicians
and profiteers to trick you into fighting for them.

What's a word compared with life...
the only life you've got.

I'll give 'em a word. Murder! That's what
this dirty rotten politician's war is.

Murder! You know it as well as I do.
Yellow, am I?

You're the ones that are yellow.
I've got guts to say what I think.

You're afraid to say it. So afraid to be
called yellow, you'd rather be killed first.

You fools! You poor, stupid fools.

Oh, Monte. Now, pull yourself
together, will ya? [Murmuring]

Stand up, Rutledge!

I've taken a lot of shirking from you since
we came out here, but this is a bit too much.

Sir, he really is ill. You're a disgrace
to your squadron. Go to your quarters.

Yes, sir.

[Chattering]

Have a cigarette.

You don't think I'm yellow,
do you, Roy?

Why, of course not. You're just
more sensitive than the rest of us.

I wonder. [Sniffs] Well,
stop thinking about it.

I wish I could.

Haven't I been up twice on the night
patrol? I'm trying to do my share.

Of course you are now.

You... You must be pretty well
fed up with me after all this.

Oh, that's rot.
I- I'm not yellow.

I'm not! Oh, now, Monte. Come
on. Pull yourself together.

[Whistle Blows]
[Man Yells Orders]

Staff Colonel.
Everybody out.

Come on, Monte.

Stand easy.

Well, men, I don't like
what I have to say, but let's face it,

you all know
the central munition dump at Spraug.

You've tried three times
to bomb that depot without success.

No fault of yours, of course,
they've guarded it too closely.

That munition depot at Spraug
must be destroyed tomorrow morning.

Now, then, today a German bombing plane
was forced down within our lines.

We were lucky enough to capture it
before they had a chance to destroy it.

We've fixed it up so it'll fly.

We want to use this plane
to bomb the Spraug depot.

There's no question that
the venture will succeed this time.

The enemy won't suspect one of their own
planes until after the depot is bombed.

Then when they discover the trick,

well, you... you may have
a little difficulty in getting back.

I need two men to fly this plane.

I'll go, sir.
Are you sure you wanna go?

Quite sure, sir.
Very well.

I'll go with him, sir.

Who are these men? Lieutenants
Monte and Roy Rutledge, sir.

Brothers, eh?
Dismissed.

Now, young men,

I want you to realize
how important this is.

The Seventh Brigade has been ordered to go over the
top in a surprise attack tomorrow evening at dusk.

The brigade doesn't know it, but I
- I'm afraid they're going to be slaughtered.

There's too much artillery
in front of us.

If you destroy that munition depot
early tomorrow morning,

it will weaken the enemy artillery,
and we may be able to get through.

Hundreds of lives
depend on you.

Do you understand? Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Now, another thing.
The plane you are to fly...

is far too dangerous a piece of
armament to let the enemy recapture it.

It must return
or be destroyed.

If you were captured,
you'd be shot as spies anyway.

Baldy. Oh, Baldy?

You'll take the morning patrol
in towards Spraug as far as you can.

You might possibly help them
get back. By all means.

Yes, sir.

You'll get your maps and final
instructions just before taking off.

Report to the field at 3:00 a. m.
Until then, let them do as they please.

- Yes, sir. 3:00, you two.
- Yes, sir.

Good luck.
Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- What time is it, Monte?
- Ten past 9:00.

Helen's canteen closes at 10:00.
We�ve just enough time to get there.

- Do you think they'll let us have the motorcycle?
- Why, of course. We're "it" tonight.

Yeah. We're "it" all right.

Not sorry, are you?
Oh, let's not talk about it.

I'm not even gonna think
about it until 3:00. [Chuckles]

What's your program?
Wine, women and song?

Oh, perhaps I'll do without the
song tonight. [Chuckles]

[Whistling]

- See you at Grosson's?
- Either there or at Jacques across the street.

- Wherever you hear the most noise.
- Don't you wanna come in with me to see Helen?

Oh, I better not.
Righto.

[Blowing]
Where's Helen?

She's gone out.
Oh.

Was she expecting you?
No.

Would you care
to leave a note?

Yes, I think I will.

Pen and ink on the table.

You'll see that she gets this?
Oh, yes.

Thank you. Good night.
Good night.

[Engine Cranks]

Hello. What's up?
She isn't in.

That's tough.
Wanna come along with me?

Where to?
Grosson's.

Righto.

[Engine Cranks]
Your switch on?

[Engine Revs]

[Chattering]

Will you close it a little?
[Speaking French]

- Helen.
- Well, if it isn't old Roy.

Old solemn Roy himself.

[Slurring] Sit down, Roy. Sit on
the floor and hang your legs over.

- Take your hands off her.
- Oh, I can't take my hands off.

You heard what I said.
Take your hands off her.

Who asked you to this party
anyway? Helen, let me take you home.

Home? Who wants to go home?
I'm having a marvelous time.

I was until you came in.

I advise you to get out
before you're kicked out.

Keep your... Keep your
filthy hands off of my girl.

Your girl. You fool. I wouldn't belong
to you if you were the last man on Earth.

You're nothing to me. Nothing. Come
on, Roy. Let's get out of here. Come on.

Oh, let's have it out.
I don't love you. I never have.

I never had any fun with you anyway.
You and your high ideals.

You're too good to live.
You're just a stupid prig if you ask me.

You make me sick, do you hear? Sick. Now,
get out here. I hate the sight of you!

Come on, Roy.
Let's go across the street.

[Drunken Singing]

[Chattering]

[French Accent] Sweet, sweet
baby. Handsome, big, strong baby.

N'est-ce pas?
[Continues In French]

Mmm, n'est-ce pas,
kiss Papa, huh?

Oh, baby.
[Squeals]

Hello, ch�ri.
[Continues In French]

Aw, don't take it so hard, Roy.
Forget it.

- Is your friend sick?
- [Laughs]

No. He'll be all right.
Drink up, Roy.

I still can't believe it.

You just don't know anything
about women. They're all the same.

I've been telling you that for years.
Maybe you'll believe me now.

- Oh, Helen's not that sort.
- Oh, nonsense.

- It's the war. She's changed.
- You're wrong, Roy.

War doesn't change people. It's... It's like
getting drunk. It brings out what people really are.

You can't make me believe
Helen was like that before.

Well, she was. I've known
it all along. You too?

Oh, I'm sorry, Roy. Don't take it so
hard. She isn't worth it. [Squeals]

- I suppose you're right.
- Of course I'm right.

Listen, Roy, never love a woman.
Just make love to her.

You see, like this. Look.
[Woman In French]

[Loud Kiss]
Go ahead, Roy. Try it.

That's the way.

[Ticking Loudly]

Oh! What you do, baby?
All wet! No, no, no, no!

Imbecile! Aw, baby. Voil�.

Hey, listen, Monte. Monte.
Go easy. We gotta go up at 3:00.

[Slurring] Oh, listen, Roy. To
hell with this 3:00 business.

What do you mean?
Just that. To hell with it.

Say, you're crazy, Monte.
We can't get out of it now.

Oh, why can't we?

Listen, Roy, all this idealistic stuff
won't get you anywhere.

You tried it on Helen and what
happened? You got a kick in the face.

You can't go through life
thinking the way you do.

People take advantage of you and
make a fool of you the way she did.

- It's beginning to look as though you're right.
- Of course I'm right.

I was right about Helen, and now I'm
right about this 3:00 business too.

This is another thing entirely, Monte.

Why is it? They're just taking advantage
of you in another way, that's all.

It's chaps like you
that are meat for them.

All they gotta do is make it
sound heroic, and you fall for it.

Listen, Roy,
what's the difference if we don't go?

- But we can't get out of it now.
- Why can't we?

Listen, tell 'em...
tell 'em the motorcycle broke down.

Tell 'em anything.
What do you say, Roy?

Well...

[Slurring] Come on, old
ooo-la-la. Oh, no, no, no, ch�ri.

[Continues In French]
[French]

Oh, baby.

N'est-ce pas?
Oh, oui, oui, madam.

Oh, baby.

Oh, stop looking at your watch, Roy.
You're not going anywhere.

Yes, I am and so are you.

Who says I am? Listen, Monte, we're a
little drunk and we've been talking wildly.

There's no way out of this
and we know it. Come on, Monte.

No, no. Let me alone.
Come on, old ooo-la-la.

[French]
Monte.

Why, they'd court-martial us
in a minute if we didn't show up.

Why, that's desertion, Monte.
They shoot people for that.

Come on. Let's get out of here.
Come on.

Come on.
I suppose you're right.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Monte.
What a pair of fools we are.

Let's go.

[Straining]

Easy, now.
Easy.

Look out for the firing pin.

Righto. I got it.

[Roy] Contactor.
[Monte] Contact.

[Sputtering]

Ground speed here.
Keep this site trained on the target.

Then pull the release when you
hit the stop. Do you understand?

Don't forget the leveler.
Good-bye. Good-bye.

[Roy] Contactor.
Contact.

Remember this ship weighs 20,000
pounds. Good luck. Thank you.

[Chattering In German]

[Chattering]

[Cheering]

[Vehicle Approaching]

Roy, the depot.

Roy, look there!

They've seen us.
They're coming on.

For Christ's sake.

Hey, Roy, look.
They hit our right motor.

I got him!

Roy! Look over there.
It's our squadrons. They're coming!

[Yelling, Indistinct]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Screams]

[Groaning]

Roy, they've gone.

Jesus.

Son of a Boche.

Hey!

It's me! Hey! It's me!
Goddamn it!

It's old Baldy. Hey! Baldy.

Hello. It's Baldy.
Look, Roy.

It's Baldy.

You see that guy?
[Blows Raspberry]

Good old Baldy.

Good boy. See that? He's got him.

Hey, look. He's got him.
He's got him.

Oh. Look. They've changed around.

Our strut's gone.
That son of a bitch.

Roy, he got us! Roy!
Go down! Go down! Go down!

One more for Baldy!

No more control?

Pull her up!

Oh, my God! We're on fire!
We're burning!

Roy, get down!

Do something! Roy!

[Speaking German]

[Speaking German]

[German]

[Heavy German Accent]
Ah, so. We meet again.

It was you who bombed
the depot at Spraug, nicht wahr?

Yes.

And you were flying
a German plane, nicht wahr?

- Yes.
- Very clever.

It is a pity you must
take your congratulations from me.

There are a few questions
I must ask you.

If you answer them simply,
it will be easy for you.

To what squadron of
the Royal Flying Corps are you attached?

Just why were you sent to bomb
that munition depot this morning?

It was our natural target.

But possibly it was to clear the way
for a little surprise attack, huh?

[Laughs]
You are surprised.

We know all about it,
so you need not be afraid to talk.

Now, please, when and where
is the attack to be made?

Oh, you are stupid not to tell.
It is nothing.

For you the war is over, nicht wahr?
We are friends.

Hmm.

Listen, if you tell me,

I will see that you are sent to a special camp
reserved only for certain prisoners of war.

It's near Munich.
Far away from all this.

You will have every comfort.

And in a few months from now when the war is
over, you will be alive and in good health,

which is more than most of us
will be able to say.

So, you see?
It can be easy for you.

Now, please.

So, you will not tell?

Possibly you do not know
that flying a German plane...

is the same as wearing
a German uniform.

Any disguised soldier is a spy,
nicht wahr?

And you know
what happens to spies?

I think you two friends
had better talk it over.

I will give you 15 minutes.

If you change your mind
and tell, good.

If not, you will be shot.

[German]

[Lock Clicks]

Do you think he was bluffing?
No, he wasn't bluffing.

He's the man
I was to fight that duel with.

Really? Quite a coincidence.

He's got it in for me. Nah, he's
probably forgotten it by this time.

The brigade will be going
over pretty soon, Monte. Yes.

[Footsteps Marching]

[Officer Shouts Orders In German]

Roy, look.

Oh, save it to wipe your nose on.

[German]

[Guns Cocking]

[Gunfire]

God, what nerve.

Roy.

Roy, I can't face it.
I'm going to tell.

Don't be a fool, Monte. Do you realize
what it would mean if we told?

It would mean being alive when this
bloody war's over. But, Monte, you can't.

To hell with your heroic stuff.
I wanna live.

I'm not gonna be shot down like that.
I'm going to tell. Wait a minute. Monte.

But I...
Listen.

Let me go.
You?

Yes. You're all upset.

I'll bargain with him, and perhaps
I won't have to tell him everything.

I- I'll come with you.
No.

You said he's got it in for you.
Now, let me do it alone.

All right.

[Officer Shouting In German]

Tell the general I'm ready to talk.

Good. Come.

[German]

[Together]
Ah, yes.

[Telegraph Machine Clicking]

So, you have changed your mind?
Yes.

My friend will never tell,
but I wanna live. I'm ready to talk.

You are very wise.

Now, please, draw a rough map for me
showing your positions,

brigade numbers, disposition,
hour of attack, purpose, number of men.

Wait a minute.
I'll tell only on one condition.

Ah, so, a condition.
Yes.

If I give this information,
my friend will know it.

Back home after the war,
he'll tell everyone that I was a traitor.

You leave that to me.

Why not let me
have that satisfaction?

What do you mean?

I do not understand.

One does not kill a friend.

Friend. He's not my friend.

He stole the girl I love
and I hate him.

Huh. History repeats itself.

You make rather hard terms.

I'll tell
only on that condition.

One bullet.

What if I miss?
Give me two to make sure.

No. A good soldier
will need only one.

Very well.
Not so fast.

[German]

He will give you the bullet outside.

Well?

I didn't tell, Monte.

Why? What happened?
Has he changed his mind?

No. Don't you think
you can go through with it now?

What do you mean?

Of course we can.
It won't even hurt.

It'll all be over in a second.
We can stand anything for a second.

No, no, Roy. L-I can't do it.
I'm going to tell.

Listen, Monte. We tell,
the whole brigade will be wiped out.

Three thousand men,
and they all want to live too.

You wouldn't spoil their chances,
would you? That's not my business.

I didn't start this war.
I didn't get them into this mess.

Let 'em take care of themselves. They'll
get wiped out sooner or later anyway.

I wanna live. Live!
You won't tell, I'll tell.

Listen, Monte!
I'll tell! I'll tell!

Let me out!
I'll tell everything I know.

The brigade is moving up.
They're going to attack...

[Grunts]

Oh. Roy.

Oh, Monte. Monte.

Monte.

Monte.

[Exhales]

Don't cry, Roy.

It was the only thing
you could do.

[Groans]

The brigade, Roy.
Yes, Monte?

They'll be all right
now, won't they? Yes.

Who's that?
It's the general.

You... You thought we'd tell,
didn't you?

Good old Roy.

You won't tell, and I...

forgotten... it all.

[Gasping]
Oh, Roy. Roy.

Yes?

Where are you?
Don't go away, Roy.

[Gasps]
I'm here, Monte.

Can't you feel me holding you?

Hello, Karl. Fig eights.

Cold up here in the night patrol.
Awful to be in the dark.

Oh. I'm afraid.

Look out. Look out!

We're falling! We're going to crash!
Do something, Roy!

Quick! Quick! Quick!

[Crying] It's all right,
Monte. Monte? [Gasps]

It's all right.

Monte? Monte.

Oh.
[Crying]

Well?

[Crying]

You heard what my brother said.

Your brother?

I'll never tell you anything.

[German]

[German]

Achtung!
[German]

[German]

[Officer Shouts Orders In German]

[Roy] I'll be with you
in just a minute, Monte.

[Officer In German]

[Guns Cocking]

[Gunfire]

[Explosions In Distance]

Come on, you Seventh Brigade.
We got 'em now.