All language subtitles for [English] Fortress

[soothing singing]

[upbeat instrumental music]

No cloud coverage
reported over (mumbling).

- (mumbling)

-Squander and Lee,

reporting heavy flack
over at the target.

Heads up gentlemen,
here it comes.

Change your vessels,

flack's getting real
thick out there.

- Hay Archer, how much longer?

- Five minutes to I-P.

- Rodger that.

- Two hundred leader,

reporting heavy
fighters in our area.

- Nine fighters
at the same time?

I thought that wasn't
supposed to happen?

- It does today.

Hay Eddy, keep an eye
out for bogies on our 6.

- Yea don't worry about
it, I got our 6 covered,

long as Al stays awake and the

ball is covering my belly.

- Nice swing.

- I Bet Andy's belly
the lack will be easy.

- (laughs) (mumbling)
are gonna take off.

- Ey, I'm not taking
this shit from

a midget and a kidyer.

- At 3, primary target area.

- Two minutes to I-P.

- Charlie, Reggy
Reg's going down.

- Rodger that Clide.

- Bogie, Four o'clock, prime!

Come in from the left side.

- Ey, wake up!

- (mumbling).

- That's the other right,
it's getting close.

- We're on your way Tom.

- One minute to the I-P.

-(mumbling)

- Oh shit, the rim of wreck
is going down in flames.

Count the shoots Eddy.

No, nobody got out.

- Archie, how far to Redocia?

- Almost there Pops,
call it 30 seconds.

- We're almost there,
keep your eyes on that

compass and off the flack.

You let those boys
worry 'bout the fight.

- He is coming back.

- I got him, I got the bastard!

- Approaching target now.

- Billy you're on.

- Alright, keep it steady
boss and I'll be as

quick as I can.

- Look alive boys,
enemy fire (mumbling).

- Shit.

- DB2 is riding a bit high.

She might have taken
a bullet on that pass.

- Alright keep an eye on it.

But get back up on that gun.

- Holy shit, there goes
our 10 leg Charlie.

- That was a bit too close.

- Opening bomb bay.

- You mind holding
her steady up there?

It seems like you're
wearing horse shoes.

- Yea, yea I'll take
that under advisement.

- Target is in site.

Bombs away.

- Pops, Wally, come
to a heading of 2-8-5

and get us the hell out of here.

- Rodger that, turning to 2-8-5.

- Good work boys,
we're heading home.

- (mumbling) we've
got an engine fire.

- We better shoot it down Pops.

It's looking pretty bad.

- (mumbling) we're gonna drop.

Hitting the extinguisher.

- Vertigo, check on
the other engines.

- Engine 3 is out.

Engine 2 is running
hot and red lighting.

- Rodger that.

- Charlie, notify
squandrant lead that we are

damaged and unable to
remain in formation.

- Keep your eyes peeled guys.

We're about to be
sitting ducks out here.

- Three bogies,
12 o' clock high.

- They're forming up,
they're coming in.

- You're breaking up.

- (mumbling).

- Oh, shit.

- Deek!

Deek!

They hit Deek (mumbling).

- Hang in there Joe.

- I'm on my way.

- They got Deek, Charlie!

Help him out!

Charlie, help him out!

- Deek!

- They got him real bad.

They got him real bad.

- They're forming up,
they're coming in.

- Cannon get back on
your wheel (mumbling).

They other side, they're on
the other side, 3 o'clock.

- Get an angle on him.

- Hey Archie, go
see what the hell's

going on back there.

- On my way Pops.

- (mumbling).

- I got him, I got him.

- Good shot Bird, (mumbling).

- One down, where the
hell are the other two?

- Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie you're okay.

You're okay.

- Bogie coming back around.

- Oh shit.

He's making a pass at me.

- Dammit!

- Archie, I need
you in the cockpit.

Now.

Looks like they're done.

They're breaking off.

- Archie, get Pops down.

I need you in the
pilot's position.

Come on pal.

We can do this.

Alright, there's a
situation fellas.

Pops...

Pops isn't going home,

but we are.

We keep our heads
level and do our jobs.

Now we've lost
hydraulics in one engine,

but we're making good air speed

and the controls are responsive.

- Burt.

I need a damage report.

- Right away, Sir.

We'll be coming up on the
Tunisian coast line in

about an hour, which
means now with fuel

is about 2 hours out.

Charlie I need you to advise
them of our situation.

That we are damaged
and have casualties.

- Yes, Sir.

We're below 10,000 guys.

We can come off until--

- Hey Wally, the
hydraulics is shot.

We're gonna have to crank
the gear down by half.

- Rodger that.

- Ok, here's the plan.

We're gonna crank the gear down.

As soon as we're over dry land,

those of us who are
fit enough to jump,

are bailing out.

Archie and I,

we're gonna try to land
her in Navrick field.

- Sir, in my
professional opinion,

this bird isn't fit to land.

- You sure about that?

- Damn sure.

- Everybody in Charlie's cave.

(instrumental music)

(male vocalizing)

- Every fucking morning,
the same wake up call.

- Every fucking morning
you complain about it.

You're getting about as
predictable as the Arabs.

- If they can just give
it a rest one morning.

Why am I explaining
myself to you?

Fuck off.

- Hair of the dog, Sergeant?

- Fuck it.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Didn't know I had
a new roommate.

- We met last night Sir,
but you were a little--

- Drunk.

I was more than drunk, I
was black out shit-faced.

The only thing I
can remember is,

canned ham and lima beans.

What was your name again?

- Schmidt Sir, Michael Schmidt.

I'm assigned to
4224503, as co-pilot.

- She's called The Lucky Lass.

If she ever flies
again, welcome aboard.

- If she ever flies again, Sir?

- If she doesn't, you and
I can share a jeep back

to the replacement depo.

- I don't suppose you
know when I can expect my

gear to be delivered?

- Probably on the next
supply truck in from Algiers.

I mean, wouldn't you know?

You're the replacement.

I flew in with my
luggage on the Lass.

- So what happened to the--

- Are you always this
talkative in the morning?

- Sorry, Sir.

- I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling
too well right now.

It's been a hard couple days.

Tell you what.

Put some coffee in me.

I'll answer all
your questions after

the briefing alright?

But, until then.

Please, shhshsh.

(sighs)

- So how's the batch?

- It's refreshing.

You got your money?

- Yea, I got my money.

You guys flying today?

-No, not us.

Caparelli's got
our Bird and Hawk.

You?

- Yea, going back to Girbini.

- Girbini?

Well this one's on the house.

- Thanks Charlie.

- Girbini again.

What's that, 5 days in a row?

- Yea, something like that.

They not hardly
shooting at us no more.

A little flack now and again.

We drop bombs.

Back in time for supper.

And here we are, stuck
on the ground doing fuck.

How well our crew chief
figures out his ass

from a socket wrench.

- [All] (laughs)

- Hey Burr, how's the hang over?

- Hey good morning Sir.

- Hey guys.

You up late today.

- Not a whole lot of
incentive to get up before the

Arabs start wailing
when we're not flying.

-[All] (laughs)

- It's the guy with the Arabs.

- You guys, they
can't keep us on

the ground forever.

Look, if they didn't think
the Lass was gonna fly

again then they would
have re-assigned us

to other planes by now.

- You got a point Sir
but uh, just the same.

You might walk in
out on a flight line.

Caparelli's been
giving us a run around

and we could really
use the back up.

- I would be delighted to.

- Alright this is good.

I want you take a look
at Heckman's cow flaps

and also those hydraulics
and plane, back

down to last mission, ok?

- Got you.

- The rest of this looks good.

- Excuse me Sir?

- See to it.

- What can I do for
you there, Sergeant?

- We were assigned to 4224503.

- That's McCallister's bird.

You're going to find that
right down there, on the left.

- Thank you Sir.

- Hey Pal.

Pal.

Sergeant Martinez,
Giscard, reporting in.

Looking for Lieutenant
McCallister.

- Oh for fucks sake.

Do I look like
Lieutenant McCallister?

Huh?

I'm Vincent Caparelli.

But, knowing
Lieutenant McCallister,

he and his Mc-crew
are already drunk

and pissing the day away.

- Oh well we just
figured we'd come--

- Figured what?

You figured what, what you'd
find the entire air crew

just fawning over on
their broken bird?

Just waiting for the replacement

waste gunners, to show up?

- We don't know, but
what would you suggest

we do Sergeant Caparelli?

- Hey Caparelli, these
two giving you trouble?

- Nothing I can't handle.

Besides, these
two belong to you.

- We're your new gunners.

I'm Sergeant Giscard

and this is Sergeant Martinez.

- Go see Leiutenant
Felps over there,

he'll make sure you're
in the right spot but--

We got business with
Caparelli this morning.

- Oh come on.

What do you want from me, huh?

I told you yesterday
and the day before that

and the day before that.

We allowed planes on the
ground after the (mumbling).

- It's been five days.

- Oh yea?

Your plane was shot to shit

and needed an engine rebuilt.

Look we have a lot crews
work around the clock to

keep the planes--where?

In the air and off the ground.

- -But they got to sleep--

- Alright look.

We appreciate all the hard
work that you and your

crew are putting in for
the U.S. Army Aircore.

But our plane, specifically,
how much longer?

- Jesus Christ.

Alright, here.

42-24503 released
for flight operations

as of July 11th 1943.

- Holy shit, how fucking
difficult was that?

- Took us 10 hours to
fly here from the states.

When they finally got
here, they were so short of

crew and planes, the
minute we landed, they were

already loading us up
with bombs and fuel.

In four hours, we
were already up in

the air on our first mission.

You're lucky.

I guess my point
is I mean you know,

you've got some
time to settle in.

- I'm just anxious to fly Sir.

- Well anxious is good.

Everybody's anxious
for their first flight.

By that fifth flight,
you're just hoping that--

Hoping your luck doesn't
run out when those

fighters with flack show up.

Looks like your luggage
finally caught up with ya.

- Yes Sir.

- Guess that's that.

- Hey Boss!

Good news!

Caparelli's designated
the last ready-to-fly.

We're back on the
flight roster tomorrow.

- That is good news.

This is Lieutenant
Michael Schmidt.

He's our new co-pilot.

- How're you doing?

Archie Mason, navigation.

- Very nice to meet you.

- You too.

- Alright fellas, why
don't we go ahead and

take our lunch on the Lass?

Check the girl out.

- Sounds good.

Oh you got a little,
something on your.

Oh!(laughs)

- You'll get used to it.

He's an asshole.

- Over there is
Officer's country.

Which you should avoid,

unless you've got some business.

Now over there is
your latrine pits,

about 150 yards off.

Just follow the smell.

Over there is the mess tent.

You guys get a chance
to get breakfast?

- No.

- No, not yet.

- If you missed it today,

you'll get a chance
to get it tomorrow.

It's the same thing everyday

and over here,

this is you.

(mumbling) go ahead
and store your shit.

Yea, so this is you.

Me, Eddy and Al are in
the tent next to you.

Burt here is over on the end.

Wait, why are you three
crammed in a tent while

Burt's all alone on the end?

- And there she is.

That's my girl.

- Man it's mighty hot in
here next to the boiler

and it's hot enough
enough as it is,

so I used to cram in
with Jake and Joe.

- What the hell is that thing?

- It's a still.

A pot still.

How'd you guys put
that thing together?

- Copper piping and
tubing from scrap 17.

Gasoline stove and one
standard issue oil drum.

- That and about 20
gallons of aviation fuel.

- Aviation fuel?

- They blend in pure grain
alcohol and av-gas to

raise it's octane
for the aircraft.

- So we just carefully
boil it back out.

- That's genius.

- Yea, we know.

Take some of this moonshine.

Mix in a little water.

- And lemon powder
from the carads.

- Get yourself some
Irish lemonade.

- (laughs) Whoo
that sounds good.

- Alright.

I suppose there's enough room

in our tent for a third.

- Alright!

- Provided we're included
in the distribution,

of course.

- Of course.

- We've got new gunners
and I think this is an

appropriate situation
for a celebration.

- Heck yea.

- So Charlie, do you think
we have the starch for a

few extra batches of hooch?

- I know we do.

Why don't you take these
two to meet the Louie's

while Eddy scores us some female

companionship for the night.

- Alright, alright.

- This way boys.

- Hay, we'll have
refreshments by dinner time.

- You guys are late.

I already checked her out.

They patched her up
pretty good though.

So we'll start the
engines up after lunch.

Well this is Michael
Schmidt, our new co-pilot.

From Iowa.

- Oh uh, new gunners.

Tom and--

- Oliver.

- Welcome aboard.

Where's Charlie?

- He's making sure
that we have plenty of

refreshment for our
little celebration.

- (laughs).

- Hey Wally, can you
Ziri to find us something

to chow on tonight?

- Of course.

It gives us more incentive to

get all those checks done.

- He's getting
pretty girls right?

- Just drink until
they get pretty.

- No it's a party.

Hell, I'll see if I can't
get Ziri to cater the event.

- Hm.

Oh come one guys.

You got to remember.

The dark haired girl with
the green eyes and the

long legs and those big--

- Sister.

- (laughs) No your mother.

- Oh yea, I remember that one.

What she had isn't anything,

compared to the broads I got

showing up here tonight.

Some local Red Cross nurses.

- Hello.

- Hey, Ziri.

What'd you bring us?

- It's a traditional
Indian dish.

Spice goat with
couscous in min sauce.

- Cous what?

- Couscous.

- Look at this guys,
looks good right?

- Great, thank you Ziri.

- Appreciate it.

- Pleasure, bye bye, goodnight.

- Alright boys, dig in.

- There's no way in
hell I'm eating that.

- Yea, I don't know.

I got my dinner right here.

- He worked very hard for this.

A goat died for this.

- And there's no way in
hell we're eating that.

- Captain.

Isn't it against protocol
to eat civilian food?

- Michael, we won't tell anyone.

- It's still moving Boss.

- Who wants carads?

- They're actually
not that bad guys.

- I'll take your word for it.

- Alright.

- I'm telling ya,
it's nice marinated.

- We're passing.

- Alright fine, more for me.

You guys enjoy your boxes.

(joyful music)

- Come on kid, straighten up.

This is a wake.

-(mumbling)

- I don't drink, Sir.

- Well you do tonight.

This is a wake.

Everybody drinks at a wake.

Listen up!

To Pops.

You got us through
flight training.

You got us through Girbini

and your spirit will
get us through this war.

Here, here!

-[All] Here, here!

- To Jake and Joe.

-[All] To Jake and Joe.

- They were good fighters

and good friends.

They will always be remembered.

To Jake and Joe.

- Here, here!

-[All] Here, here!

- Schmidt.

Take a walk with me.

- Yes, Sir.

- Ey!

We need more music.

- Just what we need.

A fucking stiff.

- Sir?

- There's more to
being a bomber pilot

than just flying the plane.

- I'm afraid I don't follow.

- A pilot has to
be more than just

the guy who flies the plane.

He has to be a father.

A brother, a friend.

All at once.

He has to trust the
men under his command

and they have to trust him.

Or else it all goes to shit
when it falls in the pot.

- I'm trying my best.

- No you're not.

Do you even know what's
going on in there?

- Binge drinking
and celebration of

the plane being fixed?

- No, it's coping.

When you're up there
getting shot at,

watching the people you
care about get killed.

You come back down
and you drink.

So you can wake up the
next morning and do it

all over again.

They were giving you
a free pass, kid.

All you had to do was loosen up.

Just, raise your glass,
drink your whiskey

and toast the man
you're replacing

and those men
would've followed you

to hell and back

But now you're gonna have
to find a different way.

So the next time an
opportunity comes along for

you and these men to
bond like brothers,

I advise you to take it.

- Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

You have a mandatory briefing.

Scheduled in 30 minutes.

- Get your asses up!

Up, up!

Get them out of bed!

We've got shit to
deliver to the Italians.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

- Oh Jesus.

- You ok?

- Aw man.

I can't find my socks.

- I can't find
anything right now.

- Fellas.

- Hey Wally.

- Goodmorning.

- How you doing Filly?

- Coffee, food.

Anything would be
good right now.

- Got to make it quick.

Briefing in 15.

- I think I'm still drunk guys.

- Good morning Monroe.

Sir.

- Good morning.

Well, well this is an
interesting and quite extensive

list if items required
Seargeant uh...

What was it?

- O'hara.

- Right.

Perhaps you can explain
to me Sergeant O'hara,

the purpose of just a quarter
of the items on this list.

- The rations are
for the flight today

and the gasoline is
for a tent stove.

- A tent stove when it
never gets below 95 degrees?

Chocolate bars, cigarettes.

Three emergency aid kits.

Baker's yeast?

- What?

My crew likes bread.

- Let me remind you
that the penalty,

for selling army goods
to the local population

is quite severe.

- Oh.

- I suggest you remember that.

You'll get your rations,

but that'll be it
for today Sergeant.

- Well thank you.

For your advise and
your generosity.

- There you are O'hara.

- Thank you

and you take it easy.

- Oh I will Ms. Scarlett.

- Good morning.

Today's target is
the martialing yard.

Located in the eastern
coastal city of Katanya.

This is going to be a
longer than average mission.

As the core selected
spans a good distance

across the Mediterranean
and crosses

Malta's southern reach.

This is to avoid flying
over the invasion force--

- You okay Boss?

- And island's defenders.

This particular target
has been getting bombed

in some capacity since June,

by aria of Wellington's,
Mitchell's and Marauders.

But now that Husky's underway,

they want the heavies in
there to finish the job.

- Ain't you two a
pair of eager beavers.

- Yea you could say that.

It's always nice to make
a good first impression.

- Even so, I'm gonna save
your lives before you

even stop on to that plane.

- How you gonna do that?

- You see that tent over there?

The one with the black tent peg?

Best way to come
back in one piece,

is when you're ready
to get on the plane,

you stop and take a piss on it.

- (laughs) No.

- Are you fucking kidding?

- The second mission.

Heavy flack flying
all over the place.

Not a single hit on the plane.

Third mission.

Piece of flack the
size of a quarter comes

ripping the tail, misses
my head by three inches.

I'm telling you, pissing
on that peg stops

the flack from getting you.

- Well what about Jake and Joe,

they guys we're replacing then?

Didn't they piss
on the tent peg?

- Yea.

- Of course they did,

but it was fighters that
got them, not flack.

It's entirely different.

- Just piss on the tent peg.

- Just do it.

- I'm not pissing on a tent peg.

- I don't want anymore of
my buddies dying up there.

So just go piss on
the fucking tent peg!

See?

Now there's a guy who's
serious about his safety.

- Nice work.

You're up.

- You're saving your life.

- And ours, more importantly.

- Hey Boss.

- Geez.

- You ok Boss?

- I'm fine.

- You look like shit.

- Yea I'm fine, I just
drink too much last night.

Just the same, we're
gonna let Schmidt here,

do most of the flying today.

- So how bad is it?

- Not bad at all.

It's a milk run boys.

Softened up martialing
yard with the full

12 bomber squad I'm flying.

Light flack if any,
no fighters expected.

But, they're sending
us in with some

spit fires from Malta.

- Thank fucking God.

- Where's Al?

- He's in that (mumbling).

Trying to beat the hang over.

- Well that sounds good.

We should go join him.

- Alright fellas, we're
scheduled to be up in the air

and in formation in 45
and on mission in 2.

So let's...

Let's get our free
flights all done.

Alright?

- Jackpot!

Bacon and cheese.

- Shit, pork and beans again.

- Yea I understand
the lemon powder

from the carads.

What's with the crackers?

- What, these?

These are for you buddy.

When the Germans
start shooting at us.

You take these, you huck
them out that window.

Fools the radar.

- Seriously?

-[All] (laughs)

- (mumbling)

- Hey guys.

I found an Access Sally.

How about some (mumbling)
to pass the time?

- That's my girl,
start her up! (laughs)

-[Voiceover] But the
wind wasn't right.

They just didn't have
their hearts in it

and that poor poor
Sergeant Stevey.

- Forty minutes to I-P.

- Rodger.

- Got it?

-[Voiceover] To think
he has a chance but,

only time will tell.

So to all you boys
going ashore today,

goodluck and let
me say goodnight.

- Hey Boss, I got a
message from Abel.

Extensive cloud coverage

extending over the target area.

We are instructed to
use the clouds as cover

until our turn towards the I-P.

Descend at 18,000 feet

and 3 degrees angle descent.

- Rodger that, Charlie.

Changing.

Vector.

Oh God.

Shit.

- What's wrong, Sir?

Burt.

Give me your helmet.

- What for?

- Just give me your
god damn helmet.

Fuck.

- Hey Charlie, make a log entry.

Spice goat with couscous.

Bad pre-flight cuisine choice.

You okay Boss?

- I'm fine.

Feel a lot better now.

- What the hell
do I do with this?

- Give it back to Ziri.

Tonight, I'm taking (mumbling).

- Sir, I had my eye on
Baker 1 the entire time.

- I--

- You mean you were flying my

instruments in this suit?

- Archie, tell me
where the hell we are.

- Wally, you're gonna
need to give me a moment

to figure this out.

- Wherever we are,
we've got company.

1-0-9, red count.

Boss, 5 coming up fast!

- Hey Wally, what the
hell is going on up there?

You want to fill in
the rest of the family?

- We're off course and
we've got incoming fires.

Eyes open gentlemen,
hold on tight.

We don't have (mumbling).

- Motherfucker, they're
all over the place.

- Charlie, get on the radio.

Request immediate
assistance from

any friendlies in the area.

- I'm way ahead of you Boss.

I might have some (background
noise covers voice).

- Rodger.

- (mumbling)

- Which way, where?

- (mumbling)

- Charlie, tell them to get
here a hell of a lot faster.

They're gonna miss the party.

- If I keep this up Boss,

I'm gonna run low on ammo.

- I'm getting low too.

- Okay fellas, make
every shot count.

We're got help on the way.

- Hey Wally, I think that
they're screwing with us.

They're coming up on our 6.

- Alright boys, don't hold back.

I'm only gonna get one
shot at those 1-0-9's

'cause once those fighters
make the run at us,

there's not gonna be much
left to last up here.

Now you boys make sure
you shoot to clear

and ready to hook up.

I'll see you on the ground.

- Alright, they're
coming into rings.

- Fuck, this is it.

Let's make them
pay for that kill.

- Wait a minute.

Incoming friendlies,
6 o' clock high.

(instrumental music)

- War hogs, boys.

- Whoo!

- Yea, give them hell boys!

- This is Yankee 1,
sorry we're late.

You guys okay?

- Better late than never.

We're low on ammo
and taking a beating.

- Rodger, we'll try
and draw them off you.

- Yankee 2, break left,
I've got this one.

- (mumbling) I'm on them.

- Yankee 1, you've
got a bogey on your 6.

- I see him.

- Fighters are
taking care of a few

and we've still got
plenty to deal with.

Alright you guys, let
me know which direction

I should be going.

- We'll work on it Boss,
but South is a good bet.

I've got that much covered.

Let me know when
you guys are headed.

- I hope those
fighters are having a

better time than we are.

- Alright you bastards
(background covers voice).

- (mumbling) let's
go for a little fly.

- Come on.

Come on.

Just a little higher.

Come on.

Alright, now you're mine.

Split one!

- Hey nice shooting Yankee 1.

- Got mine too.

- (mumbling)

- Rodger.

(background noise covers voices)

- Yes!

Take that you brown fuck!

- Looks like they're
breaking off.

Guess they ain't got a taste for

targets that shoot back.

- Rodger that.

- They are bugging
out (mumbling).

- Now we've got enough fuel to

get you back to the Mat.

You promise not to get
into anymore trouble

once we get you there?

- On my honor Yankee 1.

- Next time you're in
Navrick, drinks are on me.

Rodger that, Baker 1.

Yankee 1, out.

- Charlie go ahead and send a

message out to Navrick.

Tell them about our situation

and we're aborting mission.

Archie?

Head us home.

- Alright Boss,
turn to 1 nine-r 8.

- Turning to 1 nine-r 8.

- Sir, I'm sorry.

- You've got to be kidding.

That's one more mission
we're not getting credit for.

(sad instrumental music)

- I just passed the
Doc on the way over.

- Yea, he said I had
mild food poisoning.

Didn't feel so mild to me but,

said I'm supposed to
be feeling better soon.

He gave me some pepto bismal.

- Sorry about
screwing up today Sir.

It won't happen again.

- Yea I know it
won't happen again.

Come on in Mike and have a seat.

You know you only
fuck up that bad once.

You can't let that happen again.

'Course you're 'spose to get
that out of your system in

flight training
but, things happen.

You fucked up on
a milk run, kid.

Certainly not gonna
win a popularity

contest with the crew.

- What can I do to
smooth this over?

- (scoffs) I'm not sure
there's much you can do.

But if I were you, I'd
walk out there with my head

hung low, apologize and
drink with those men until

they forgot what I did wrong.

- I'm not sure about
the drinking Sir,

but I can certainly apologize.

-(laughs) Well it's a start.

They're probably on their
way to the chow tanner.

To the still.

You can go catch them.

- Yea so Lieutenant
Flack Magnet--

uh, what was I talking about?

- You were talking about
that stuff, Schmidt.

- Oh yea.

Mr. Flack Magnet did his best to

get us killed on mission today.

- Lieutenant Schmidt should
just stay on his fucking

side of the field from now on.

That's all I'm saying.

- I don't think the Army
put up with taking a

baseball bat to an officer.

Regardless of how
bad he fucked up.

- Yea but fucking
up on a milk run?

- All I know is, my crew's
ready to disappear his ass

into the desert.

Take our chances with
the next replacement.

- What about Mason,
your navigator?

I heard he went
to flight school.

- What?

Archie went to flight school?

- Yea.

- How the hell did he
become a navigator?

- Well he went to
be a fighter pilot

but they washed him out.

- Why?

What'd he do to deserve that?

- Aren't you a
nosy little spick.

- Count me in the
nosy column too then.

- Alright, alright.

I might've heard he uh,

crashed a trainer on the runway.

-[All] (laughs)

- CAA kind of frowns on that,

so they washed him out.

- Yea, well maybe
landing ain't Mason's

strong suit but even so,

he could've flown
a compass heading

through a couple of clouds.

- Yea I mean,

flying instruments
is supposed to be,

basic training for a pilot.

Fucking Schmidt
couldn't even do that.

- Yea even Al can do that.

- What's that suppoesd to mean.

- How you doing Wally?

I think the cure is
worse than the disease.

- (laughs) I hear that.

Brought you something to eat.

- I don't think I can
stomach that right now.

- Oh come on now.

I know it's not the
usual Burbur fare

you've come to enjoy.

- (laughs)

- Food poisoning
aside, you okay?

- (sighs) Never thought I'd
have to sit in the pilot's

seat and be the den mother
to a pack of hooligan's

and a clueless co-pilot
who can't find his ass with

both hands and a map.

-(laughs) No, but you're
better at it than you think.

- I am maybe.

Whether I'm good at
it or not though, Art.

I wasn't ready for this
all to fall in my lap.

- If we waited until we
were ready for things to

happen before we did anything,

we'd never do anything.

- I suppose you're right, Arch.

- Of course I'm right.

- Ow!

- I'm always right.

- And yet so humble.

- Yeap, that too.

Feel better Boss.

- Hey (mumbling).

Try this on the Lass.

Hey Chief?

Chief?

- Yea?

- Come here.

You should see this.

Get those engines covered!

Get the engines covered now!

Come on, move it!

(screaming)

- Come on Burt, come on.

It's nearly on us.

- Yea, I'm gonna be thirsty.

- It's a sand storm.

They come up every
now and again.

Problem?

- Yea.

I'm thinking about
asking to be transferred

to another plane.

- I take it the apology
didn't go well then, huh?

- Let's just say, I get
the impression that they

didn't wanna hear one.

- Just give them a
night to cool off.

They'll come around.

- Yea well I'm doing my best.

I really am I just--

I'm not sure that I can be Pops.

- Well I think that would be

an unreasonable
request on their part.

I do know something
that's gonna help though.

- And what's that?

- Flack.

When stick enough to walk on

and you're up there with them.

- You're telling me that
I should pray for flack?

So that a bunch of guys who
hate me will stop hating

me and learn to trust me.

- Yea.

Something like that.

Good news is this a shooting
war and everything so

it's just a matter of time.

- You ever feel like you're
living on borrowed time?

- Yea every second of the day.

Luckily, there is
medication for that though.

Go ahead.

Pick the bottle up
and take a swig.

It's good for you.

It's gonna ease the nerves.

- That's really terrible.

- Yea but it works.

Get some rest.

We'll fly in the morning.

- (sighs)

- Ever get deja vu?

- Every got damn day.

- Finally.

- What the fuck!?

I'm gonna shit in
your fucking canteen.

Fucking assholes.

- You are going
down now my friend.

- Give me two.

- No.

You dealt me this hand.

- Come on, are we
gonna pay some cards

or are we gonna play some cards

(voices overlapping)

- Fellas?

- Hey Captain.

- Hey Boss.

Oh great, flack magnet.

- Well lucky us!

- Guess he survived
the sandstorm.

- Still feeling a little
under the weather.

Why don't you take the
pilot's seat today?

- You sure about that Captain?

- Let's do the pre-flights.

- Yes Sir.

- Man that nut farm
boy couldn't find his

asshole from a
hole in the ground.

Hey Tommy, how much
you wanna bet he

fucks up this mission too?

- I am taking you
guys to the cleaners!

- Oh Jesus.

- First he blows a mission.

Now he's screwing
up our poker game.

I had a hand.

- Reducing power.

Cow flap?

- Checked out.

- Landing gear?

- Up and locked.

What was that jolt?

- I don't know.

Give me a moment Boss.

- Ok fellas.

We're the last ones up.

Proceed to 20,000 feet.

- Yea, rodger that.

Taking up to 20,000 feet.

What the hell.

Burt, we've got a problem here.

- I know.

I'm seeing it.

I need you 3 and 4,
oil brakes are rising.

- Yea, I'm having trouble
staying in formation here.

- I can imagine.

A good play with the mixture.

See if you can keep up
with them while I do it.

This isn't working.

We're gonna have an
engine fire at this rate.

- Understood.

Throttle back.

- Engine 3 is out

and now engine 4 is out.

- Yea give me a moment Boss

I'm checking things out.

Oh no, these engines
are running way hot.

- With the air speed Burt,
what's the situation?

- Two just went out.

We're down to one engine.

- Still working on
the problem Boss.

Give me a minute.

- That might be optimistic.

- Keep her in the air.

I'm gonna work on engine 3.

Ok Boss, I've done
about all I can.

Go ahead and give
engine 3 a try.

- Burt, we're way
too heavy to be

flying on one engine.

- I can't read on
the mixture anymore.

It's too thin up here.

We need to reduce altitude.

- Rodger.

Michael drop to (mumbling) fast.

- Ok Boss.

Let's give it a try now.

- Ok Burt, engine
3 and 4 are up.

Trying 2.

Alright, we got 2 back up.

- Pull up.

- Hey Wally, why
is there a mountain

outside my window?

- I'll do it.

Let it come from me.

Notifying Abel 1 that
we are aborting mission

due to mechanical failure.

- That's two love
birds in a row.

- That's 6 in a row, just
'cause we weren't flying,

don't mean we didn't miss them.

- What's the matter Eddy?

You're thinking we're
jinxed or something?

- We ain't jinxed.

- It's that gwaup Caparelli.

He's fucking with us, I know it.

- Hey Chief, there's--

- Jesus Christ, come
on don't you fuckers

know how to knock?

- Sorry Cap but

tower reports there's
a bird coming back.

- Which one?

- It's the last, Cap.

- Jesus.

The bad penny that
keeps turning up.

Alright let me get dressed.

I'll be out there in 10.

- Good luck.

- No.

But what I do want

is for you to open
the fucking engines

and fix that shit.

- Look, half the
fucking crews are

in their racks alright?

Both shifts were up all night.

All night, getting sand
off that run way, ok?

- Alright, alright,
alright, you again.

- Yea, you gonna fix our
fucking engine or not?

- Not in 110 degree
heat I'm not.

- We work in it.

- Where's your pilot?

- He's finishing the
post flight checklist.

Now that the fuck is
wrong with our plane?

- I want your word
that this plane

will be flying by tomorrow.

Is that clear,
Sergeant Capparelli?

- You know, all due respect Sir,

I can't certify a plane
without looking at it.

- Then go look at it!

Or do I need to pull rank for

you to do your fucking job?

- I didn't put a crew on a
bird, in the middle of the

day even after half
the squad was shot

to shit at Girbini.

You can have my--

(voices overlap)

That's why we don't
work from 9 to 5.

- Look, if you don't
want the crew working

during the day, that's fine.

But I want this plane looked at,

the instant crews are available.

You got that?

- Feasible enough.

I'll put the first
crew on tonight.

- Oh man, she is gone.

The girl is completely
fucking blown.

- Don't worry buddy

It'll be okay.

- Another scratched mission

and another few tons
of bombs into the bank.

- Oh relax, really.

I've been assured by the
army that the cost of

expended ordinates is
not going to come out

of our paychecks.

- It's not our paychecks
I'm worried about Archie.

It's that crout Schmidt.

When we go 6 missions without--

- Oh yea, Romania.

That was smooth as silk.

- Well at least we
were over the target.

- Just give the kid a break guy,

those big birds are hard to fly.

He'll loosen up.

- Alright, alright.

I'll give the stiff a chance.

- Alright

- But you're not gonna get
all mushy and sentimental

on me by starting
on our wop right?

- (laughs) Who Caparelli?

Fuck no.

That guy deserves all the
shit we can toss at him.

- I guess it wasn't much
of a milk run after all.

- Holy shit.

- Find out what happened?

- No, not specifics.

'Cause I was with
Caparelli on the Lass.

I came in, it sounds
like it all fell in

the pot over there.

Lots of casualties.

- That is not good.

- No, it's not good.

- Wally, am I the
one that's jinxed?

- Look, if we hadn't had
that failure, we'd have been

shot up like the
rest of the squadron.

Best thing we can do is just
not think about it much.

You're no more jinxed
than the rest of us.

When we're up in that plane.

Our lives are in God's hands.

Whiskey?

- Hm.

- Appropriate choice.

- I'm starting to
see the need for it.

- Yesterday, our
mission at Macino

went horribly wrong.

Intel screwed up, electing
to divert our escort

to a higher risk mission,

believing there was no
capacity for the Looft Waft

at our operate in Sicily.

They were wrong.

But today gentlemen, we
are going to remedy that

problem and strike the offending

air drone in Katanya

and the old man has
secured us a squadron of

war hawks from Tunisia.

They will escort us,
to and from the target,

in case any uninvited
guests show us this time.

We'll be mixing up the planes

and crews for this operation.

Flying some of the
older E-models that

we hold as reserves.

So be sure to
check your posting,

before heading to
the flight lines.

Now, for the meat and potatoes.

- I'm on 41001 nine-r,
what do you guys got?

- 423819, Iris B.

- I'm on the Bugs with Al.

At least we'll
have some company.

- That's good.

- I'm un-assigned fellas, sorry.

- What are you apologizing
for, that's great.

Somebody has to
keep on Caparelli,

makes sure he
stays on our plane.

You stay on him.

- Yea.

If our plane ain't flying,

with all the casualties
floating around,

they'll just re-assign
us to new slots.

- He's right.

- Coming Archie?

- Yea, go ahead I'll
catch up with you guys.

- Hey Mikey, look,

don't let that
grease bug give you

any excuses alright?

Caparelli can be
kind of a prick but,

he's good at his job.

Just see to it that
our plane gets fixed.

We'll all go up,
do our job and...

and then we'll go home.

- Alright Archie.

- We'll see you tonight.

- Alright, thanks.

- Just fucking take it Al.

- It's yours brother,
I couldn't take it.

- It's good luck.

Take it.

- While there's still
a fucking war, Al.

- Better have something
waiting for us

when we get back.

I don't know about
those guys but,

If I I have to spend 7 hours
in the ball, listening to

the corn fed yokels on
the bugs wining about how

they miss their Momma's
apple pie back on the farm.

I'm gonna need a stiff one.

- Well I'll see what I can do.

But the still's gone.

Perhaps you remember the
big fire ball yesterday.

- You're a shifty little
fuck with no moral compass.

You won't let me down.

- Yea, I guess I am.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, take care of
that little guy.

- Yea, make sure you
bring that back too Al.

- Alright gentlemen, listen up.

I know it seems like
we never get a break.

But Scarborough
says there's a big

operation coming up

and Captain Shay's put
a lot of pressure on us

to get these battle
damaged planes in the air

or condemned and
pulled for parts, so.

- Well I don't know about
the rest of the crews,

but we won't let
you down Captain.

- Yea.

I know you won't.

That's it.

Get lost.

Get some rest.

Didn't catch a plane
today Lieutenant?

Schmidt was it?

- That's right.

- Right yea.

Your with the Mitt crew.

- That's right.

- I remember you.

What can I help with you today?

- Well you can tell me the
status of the Lucky Lass--

- Excuse me, one second.

- Ladies, what is
this, amateur theater?

I said get lost!

Get some rest!

- Got dammit.

Uh right, the Lass.

We checked out the engines,

they were reported faulty.

We found nothing
evidently wrong with them.

The engine was started
and nothing abnormal

was detected, so.

- So that's your diagnosis?

There's nothing
mechanically wrong

with the engines?

- Well, that's what the
engineers wrote down.

I mean they're clearing it for

flight operations tomorrow.

- I was in the pilot seat,

when we were unable
to stay in formation.

There was power
loss at 15,000 feet.

- Mhm.

You know, I'm getting
tired of repeating

myself on this okay?

We looked at it.

We couldn't find anything wrong.

Maybe it's a gremlin.

Or maybe it's just bad luck.

But there's sure as shit,

nothing wrong mechanically
with that bird.

- Okay, two things,
Sergeant Caparelli.

First, I'm an officer, so
please try and show some

semblance of
respect for my rank.

- I'm sorry, Sir.

- And 2nd, I might be new
to this outfit and the odd

man out on the
crew of that bird,

but she's still my bird.

- I understand that, Sir.

It's just--

Now I can overlook the
disrespect to me 'cause well,

I'm a good Lutheran
boy, was taught

to turn the other cheek.

But the Lass is another story.

I don't know where this
gremlin is living on my plane

Sergeant, but you and
I are gonna find it.

Today.

Now.

- I--no I--can understand
your urgency Sir.

It's just that SOP is
to refrain from working

crews in the midday sun.

- Is that SOP something
the CO put in place?

- Sir, all due respect, it's
105 degrees in the shade.

My men are not going out there.

- Okay.

Find me your two best mechanics.

Between the four of us,
there should be enough

hands to go through all
the engines in no time.

- (laughs) Really?

The 4 of us?

- Well I used to
help fix tractors on

my family's farm back home.

I'm a fair hand with a wrench.

You tell me what to
do and I'll do it.

Right there next to
you, in the 105 heat.

- Well okay I'll uh,

I'll see if I can find
you some volunteers.

- Good man.

Let's meet by the Lass
in say, 20 minutes?

Uh, and Sergeant?

When we fly tomorrow,

I want that gremlin
dead and buried.

- Yes, Sir.

- Shit.

- Come on Eddy, you
gotta think of something.

- I know, I'm thinking.

I got an idea.

- What is it?

- We go, check out a jeep.

We head into Constantine.

We go to the Red Cross
and we get some beer,

and some wine and see
if we can make some

trades for something stronger.

- I already did that.

No dice.

You know all the
really hard cases?

They went last night

and this morning, all the
badly wounded went off to

Regimental, they won't
be back 'till tonight.

Man we are SOL.

- I bet nobody at the old
club would even miss a few

bottles when the
planes come back.

- They are loaded over there.

- You gonna do it?

I was kinda thinking
you should do it.

- Oh, oh yea.

- Yea.

You know, you're faster.

But I'll look out.

- I'm risking my
ass on this one.

You keep your eagle eye
out for that fuck Monroe.

- Absolutely.

Absolutely.

Let's get some fucking hooch.

- What's that right there?

Looks like the oil pump?

- It is.

- You know our flight
engineer said we had

high oil pressure.

Right before we boarded so.

- How's the oil pump looking?

- Like a brand
new oil pump, Cap.

Replaced it, 3 weeks ago.

- Let's pull it out
and take a look at it.

Alright, just to be safe.

- We replaced it
3 weeks ago, Sir.

- Just pull it for
the Lieutenant, Lou.

We really did just
replace those.

- Well then it's exactly
where I would hide if

I was a gremlin.

- We're gonna have the
ground crew replace the

pumps and the screens tonight.

I don't know Cap.

Due to the amount of sand
and grit in this screen,

must've been a gap or something

in the engine cover.

Got a lot of sand storm.

Sorry Sir.

- Don't apologize,
I just missed it.

It's alright.

- Well we uh, found
that gremlin after all,

huh Sergeant?

- I suppose we did, Sir.

- I thank you, Sir.

For going the extra mile
for my bird and her crew.

I'll make sure
they know you did.

- Yea, well.

Why don't you wait
to thank me 'till

after you get the bill.

- Sir, thank God I found you.

- Likewise, I've got good news.

- Yea?

I don't.

You got any idea when
Wally's birds coming back?

- Based on the
briefing this morning,

it should be within the hour.

Why what's going on?

- What's going on is
our bird's gonna be down

one radio operate.

- I don't follow.

- MP's escort him
back to our tent,

where they're waiting
for him to put on

his dress uniform.

Fucking prick, Monroe.

QM, he caught him stealing.

- Stealing what?

- Sir.

The still blew up.

- Shit.

Where is he now?

- I don't know.

I don't know, I beat feet
out here soon as I figured

out what was going on but,

I imagine he's on his way
to see the old man by now.

- Okay.

- And when I opened the
box, I found no less than 7,

1 liter bottles of alcohol
and having observed

Sergeant O'hara leaving
the officer's club,

no more than a
few minutes prior,

there's no question
as to the source

of the stolen goods.

The penalties provided
by the Uniform Code of

Military Justice are
quite clear when it comes

to the case of larceny.

- Do you have an
explanation or defense

in these actions?

- Well I was, over
in the officer's--

- Colonel, Sir.

Lieutenant Michael Schmidt,
co-pilot of the aircraft

that Sergeant
O'hara's assigned to.

- Well Lieutenant, your
crew member was just caught

stealing alcohol from the
officer's club so I don't

expect that he will
be assigned to your

aircraft much longer.

- So I've heard, thank you.

Has Sergeant O'hara
given an explanation

for his actions yet?

- No Mr. Schmidt,

he was about to give us his
side when you walked in.

- That's good Sir, I'm
certain I can explain.

It was my fault.

You see our plane had an
early return yesterday,

due to a mechanical issue.

After working on it all
day, we determined the cause

of the problem to be sand
in the fuel and oil lots.

Now the crew chief has
replaced the fuel pump

and fuel screens, however
there is still quite bit of

build up in the lines
of sediment and sludge.

The problem Sir is that,
the acetone used to clean

engine parts will eat right
through the rubber hoses.

Replacing them will
cause us to be grounded

another day, so the crew
chief had suggested to use

an alcohol as a solvent
to flush out the lines.

- Really?

I asked Sergeant O'hara
here to locate some.

I had expected that he
would go to the Quarter

Master and request it.

However, I didn't
clarify or specify,

nor did I draft any orders.

I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't thinking

and I would hate for him
to be court martialed

for stealing, due to an
oversight on my part.

- Lieutenant Schmidt.

- Sir.

- It's irresponsible and
borderline dereliction

to order an air man, under
your direct authority,

to acquire an item
for your plane,

without clear instructions--

- Colonel, you can't actually
be buying this story?

- Lieutenant Monroe, are
you now accusing a fellow

officer of collusion?

Some sort of conspiracy
to steal Army property?

- No, Sir.

Not at all, but I just--

- Then I suggest that
you stop wasting my time

with this chicken shit.

I got a war to fight son

and a bomb group to command

and unless there is a
soldier in this unit,

that is directly harming
the war effort through

deliberate action to do so,

I would prefer that
you take that up with

that man's direct superior.

Do you understand?

Are we clear Lieutenant Monroe?

- Yes, Sir.

Clear.

- Good.

You may go.

Get your solvent,

Sergeant O'hara
and be on your way.

- Yes, Sir.

- Sergeant?

Just one more question.

- Yes, Sir?

- With all the alcohol you
could have selected at the

officer's club, why the 7
bottles of Scotch whiskey?

- Well the Lucky Lass
is an Irish plane Sir

and as such, she has
discriminating tastes.

Sir.

- Get out of here.

- Yes, Sir.

- Sergeant.

- Yes, Sir.

- Now you may go.

- Yes, Sir.

First, he handles
Caparelli like a grifter

at a fucking fare.

He gets them to take apart
and clean all our engines.

Then this fucking crout,
he has time to come across

the entire base
to save my bacon.

Sure did, bud.

I was about to spill.

- Good job today.

We owe you one and Charlie
here, he owes you two.

- One last item of business,

here's to dedication,

perseverance

and the balls the size
of a 500 pound bomb.

I hereby declare
Lieutenant Michael Schmidt

an honorary Irishman.

With all the benefits.

- And limitations.

- And limitations, that
such an honor confers.

Here, here.

-[All] Here, here.

- Welcome aboard,
Lieutenant O' Schmidt.

-[All] (laughs)

- Gentlemen uh,

I want to say thank you.

That's it, that's
all I got (laughs).

- Good morning gentlemen.

The brass and the politicians
have finally sorted out

the specifics for this operation

because today gentlemen,
we are hitting Rome.

This is to be a
precision bombing.

We will be flying
at 10,000 feet.

The good news is,
that after Girbini,

the brass is convinced
that the diamond backs are

the right men for the job.

Roosevelt has been in
contact with the Vatican

and made certain
assurances to the Pope.

As a result of the
concerns over damaging

irreplaceable historical
sites and harming the

civilian population,
two days ago, the RAF

began dropping pamphlets.

These pamphlets, as it
were, indicate the areas we

will be bombing and
warning the civilian

population to avoid them.

The flack is expected
to be extensive.

Good luck and God speed.

- Coming up on our
turn to the I-P.

Turns are heading
3-4 and 30 seconds.

- Rodger that, Archie.

Thanks.

You ready for this Mike?

- Sir.

- No fighters boss.

- Lots of flack.

- Just keep your eye on
the compass, not the flack.

When Archie tells us it's time,

we're gonna turn and keep
her straight and level.

Got it?

- Got it.

- Holy shit (mumbling).

- Sometimes it's worse.

- Make your heading in
3-4 degrees, in 5-4-3-2-1.

Go.

- At the I-P villain,
burning shores.

- Rodger that, let's get
some precision bombing.

- Those SOB's are hiding
88's in church courtyards.

- You thought they'd
leave them where

they said we'd bomb?

- Yea well, still
seems shifty to me.

- Fly like a plane
with Mousalini.

- That's it.

I think they've figured
our altitude Boss.

- How much longer Filly?

- Almost over target
(background noise covers voice)

- Not that they need
them, (mumbling)

of this god damn flack.

- Fuck.

fuck

- Oh shit.

- Charlie.

Charlie we need
you here right now.

They got Burt.

- Come one Charlie.

- Fuckin' Christ, fuck.

My left leg, my God.

(background noise covers voices)

- We're opening bomb bay doors.

- (mumbling)
getting better Boss,

they're making
(mumbling) of my balls.

- Almost there.

Steady.

Bombs away.

(background noise covers voices)

- No, fuck me.

(background noise covers voices)

- (screams)

(background noise covers voices)

(background noise covers voices)

- Come on Mike, pull back.

(background noise covers voices)

- Hold on boys, hold on.

- Come on B, come on,
hold on (mumbling).

(background noise covers voices)

- I'm okay.

I'm okay, I'm good.

- Scared the shit out of me.

- Hang in there boys,
looks like we're

almost to the edge of the city.

(background noise covers voices)

- Okay, Looks like we're
getting in range Boss.

- Lieutenant.

Hey Lieutenant.

- Everybody okay back there?

- I'm good.

I'm okay.

- Radio is okay.

Burt's hurt Sir but,
he's coming around.

- Filly, Archie, Tom,
Oliver, check in.

- I'm okay.

Filly's gone.

Tom, Oliver, check in.

- Are you okay Boss?

- I'm uninjured.

I don't need you up here,

go back and check
on our gunners.

- Okay I'm on it.

Come on Burt.

- Take it easy.

- Archie?

I need you up in the cockpit.

- Archie?

I need you up here now.

Archie.

I can't keep her steady.

I need your help.

Do what you gotta for
me buddy, come on.

- Tom's gone.

Oliver's wounded, but
I'm taking care of him.

- Rodger.

- I gotta peak out the nose.

I've got an idea
of where we are.

There's a lot of water.

North we'll get back home.

- Alright guys,
here's the situation.

Wally's gone

but we're still here,
we're gonna make it home.

We're not far from Tunisia,
once we're over land

Eddy, Charlie, Al you're
gonna bail out and locate

friendlies on the ground.

- And what about
Burt and Oliver?

- After the crew bails
out, Archie and I will stay

behind landed with
the wounded in Malta.

- (laughs) If we
make it that far.

- How does the latch look
from where you're sitting?

- You mean apart from
the blown up engine

and lots of new holes?

A little smoke off the
number one engine but,

otherwise looks okay to me.

I think I speak for all of us,

we can be a crater
in Rome right now.

I don't think the (mumbling)
through all this just to

give up on us now.

- Alright.

Well you boys hold
on back there.

I gotta get some
altitude if we're gonna

fly over Sicily.

- Charlie?

- Riding in there buddy.

We're almost home, alright?

- Hey (mumbling) I just
got word from (mumbling)

they have us on radar.

- Engine 1 is out.

- Archie (mumbling).

- Well that lasted longer
than we thought it would.

- Ey Charlie, can you
further instructions

from the RAF base?

- We're about 35 miles out, Sir.

- Rodger that.

They have a clear runway for us?

- Yea they do.

Vanguard and field
home in the 600

and 1st quadrant.

- Ey Charlie, I'm
still new at this job.

Why does it sound like
you're giving me bad news?

- Because Vanguard
(mumbling) runway is made

to land spit fires
not heavy bombers.

It's only 1,600 feet long.

- C, 1101 approach.

Adjusting speed, lowering gear.

- Uh hey, the gears are down.

- it's getting lower?

- Uh no it lowered,

it just sort of fell
off on the left side.

- Well that certainly
complicates things.

- Alright gentlemen,
change of plans.

This girl's got damaged flaps.

One engine, no elevators

and unusable gear
on a short runway.

There's landing and
then there's crashing.

I think we're gonna cut
out early for this dance.

Al, you still awake back there?

- Yea, I'm here.

- Go ahead and come
up out of that ball.

Collect chutes, get Burt
and Oliver rigged up

and I'll be back there
to help in a sec.

Check to trim?

- Yea.

- Oh, hey!

Forget that.

Grab Burt, get ready to bail.

- Fuck.

- As soon as you're
out, Burt pull.

Charlie will take care of you.

- You got me buddy?

- I got you buddy,
I'm right behind you.

This is your cord.

As soon as you're
out, you pull okay?

Let's go.

- Al, you're up.

God speed.

- Eddy, look up, this is Oliver.

- I got him.

- What happened?

- I'm bleeding out (mumbling).

- Hey, hey.

When we get down, the medics,

they're gonna take
good care of you.

Archie, what the hell
happened to your chute?

- (mumbling).

- Hey, hey.

We'll take the old
girl down alright?

We'll just crash
her in the surf.

I'm not leaving you behind.

Two to a chute!

Archie, two to a chute,
it's been done right?

- Alright, ok.

Hook us up.

- (laughs) That's right.

You ready?

- Take care of the boys.

- No!

(female vocalizing)

- Good morning Sir.

I'm your new co-pilot.

Leiutenant Bob Tremane.

I look forward to
flying with you Sir.

So I uh, I don't suppose
you'd know when I can

expect my luggage
to be delivered?

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