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Who the hell is he trying to kid?

Reinforcements, sir?

Why don't you cut out the clowning?

Me, sir? What have I done?

Don't ever let me see you doing a victory roll

over my airfield again.

I thought it would buck up the civilians.

For God's sake, Jamie, give your brain a chance.

[engine stops]

Corporal, refuel them immediately!

Yes, sir.

So anyway, he hit me and made me nose bleed--

Corporal, I don't mean with your blood.

I gave him a couple of socks--

And re-arm them.

Yes, sir!

Hello, Harvey. Where's Jumbo?

Posted missing last night.

You acting C.O.?

Oh, yeah. Heh. Of what?

Five serviceable aircraft. No spares. No contact.

First we knew the bastards would overrun us

was when we tried to land.

[in English] For the benefit of the uneducated among us,

I shall translate.

Archam can't believe that Sedan's fallen.

I can.

It's no use. They'll be here in half an hour.

We must leave immediately.

Yes, let's get the hell out of it.

Where to, sir?

Why don't you follow me and find out? Come on, idiots.

After you.

Unless they've got there before us.

Get that buzzard out of here!

We'll go with what we've got!

All right. Forget your kit. Let's move.

Get all the transport you can and try and get the men out of here.

All NCOs report to me immediately!

You know what to do with the lame ducks?

Yes, sir.

Chocks away.

All the erks, over here!

Load 'em up!

[whistles]

Over the wing.

Flood the cowling.

Plenty of it.

Right! Stand clear! Into the trucks!

Come on! We haven't got all day!

[guns firing]

[guns firing]

[man] "To the permanent secretary of state for air...

Sir, I have the honor to refer

to the very serious calls,

which have recently been made upon fighter command

in an attempt to stem the German invasion

of the continent.

I hope and believe that our armies may yet be victorious

in France and Belgium,

but we have to face the possibility

that they may be defeated.

In this case, I presume

that there is no one who would deny

that England should fight on,

even though the remainder of the continent of Europe

is dominated by the Germans.

I must therefore request

that not one more fighter be sent across the channel.

If the home defense is drained away

in desperate attempts to remedy the situation in France,

defeat in France will involve the final, complete,

and irremediable defeat of this country.

I have the honor to be, sir,

your obedient servant, H.C.T. Dowding."

[knock on door]

Air Chief Marshal Dowding, sir.

You do realize, Dowding,

the position this puts us in?

I realize that the French

have been promised this squadron.

By Churchill personally.

He's given the French Prime Minister his word.

You do appreciate, Dowding,

that Churchill will have to see this?

That's why I wrote it.

[speaking German]

[seagulls squawking]

[radio announcer] This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is the news.

In the House of Commons this afternoon,

the prime minister, Mr. Churchill, said,

"What General de Gaulle called the Battle of France is over.

The Battle of Britain is about to begin."

[patriotic music playing]

[speaking German]

[in German] If I have to look at one more bomber I won't recommend you for promotion.

[in German] My regards to Berlin.

[patriotic music playing]

England is not our natural enemy you heard him say it!

They're on their knees and we've never had such an opportunity.

It's ridiculous!

Ridiculous? It's disastrous!

The Fuehrer will see you now, sir.

[in English] My dear Max!

How lovely to see you back in Switzerland so soon.

I came straight from Berlin an hour ago.

The Ambassador will see you now, sir.

Thank you. Excuse me, please.

Sir David, I'm again instructed

to emphasize that the Fuehrer wishes

to avoid further bloodshed.

England is not our natural enemy,

And he offers guarantees for the British Empire

if you give Germany a free hand in Europe.

Goering and his Luftwaffe

would like to flatten London

as a prelude to invasion.

It's two lumps you take, isn't it?

What's left of your army abandoned its weapons at Dunkirk.

You're defenseless and just playing for time.

We know of the moves you're making in Washington.

We know the Americans won't be drawn in.

Their embassy in London gives you two weeks.

So what's stopping you?

Look, David.

The Fuehrer is being very reasonable.

He offers guarantees.

Experience shows the Fuehrer's guarantees guarantee nothing.

What about Churchill?

After our last appeal, what do we hear?

"We will fight them on the beaches."

With what?

Winston gets carried away sometimes.

With liquid courage.

That's what they tell me.

Clearly, you don't know him.

David, we are not asking for anything.

Europe is ours.

We can walk into Britain whenever we like.

If you think we're going to gamble

on Herr Hitler's guarantees,

you're making a grave mistake.

All those years in England seem to have left you none the wiser.

We're not easily frightened.

Also, we know how hard it is

for an army to cross the channel.

The last little corporal to try it came a cropper.

So don't threaten or dictate to us,

until you're marching up Whitehall!

And even then, we won't listen.

Heil Hitler.

It's unforgivable.

I lost my temper.

The maddening thing is that he's right.

We're not ready.

We're on our own.

We've been playing for time.

And it's running out.

Silly bitch!

He's calling you names again, Arnold.

[men chuckle]

I spent half a week settling her

and the kids in the country,

and now, "I'm bored," she says!

One of your elite trying to land without wheels.

Boomps-a-daisy.

It's enough to make you weep.

[engine shuts down]

And welcome home, sir.

Undercarriage lever a bit sticky, was it, sir?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it was.

Well, I wouldn't tell the C.O. that, sir,

Not if I were you.

You can teach...

[both] Monkeys to fly better than that!

I'm terribly sorry about that, sir.

It won't happen again.

Keep your jacket on, boy.

How many hours have you done in spits, Simon?

On spits, sir? 10 1/2.

We'll make it 11

before Jerry has you for breakfast.

Spring chicken to shitehawk in one easy lesson.

[all] Attack, attack, attack...

[Rabbit Leader] This is Rabbit Leader. Are you receiving me?

[Red-3] Hello, Rabbit Leader. Red-3 on 3.

Receiving you loud and clear.

[Rabbit Leader] Right. I'll try and get on your tail,

and I want you to take evasive action.

Understood?

[Red 3] Hello, Rabbit Leader.

Red-3 on 3. Understood.

[Rabbit Leader] Attack, attack, attack, attack, attack, attack...

[Red 3] Hello, Rabbit Leader.

I thought you might come in from the sun.

[Rabbit Leader] Don't think. Don't just glance.

Look! Search for the bastards!

And never fly in a straight line,

or you're a dead duck.

[Red 3] Sir.

[Rabbit Leader] Now, let's try it again.

Or, in other words,

beware of the Hun in the sun,

who, for reasons best known to himself,

has confined his recent attacks

to our channel convoys.

However, this won't last forever.

But it has given us a chance to pull ourselves together

and to train people like you.

As fighter controllers,

you'll be joining an organization,

which, thank the good Lord,

was not rushed up hastily yesterday.

It'll be a pain in the neck to the enemy when he comes.

It's the joker up our sleeves.

Now, the R.A.F. chain shows us where they are.

The information is passed to group,

group scrambles the necessary squadrons,

and you, at sector level,

guide our chaps to the interception.

It's been tried and tested. It works.

So don't blame the system if you're no good.

[all chuckle]

Now, clearly, 11 group here

will bear the brunt of the battle.

As those of you who are posted there

-will find out to your discomfort. -[laughter]

Twelve group is our second line of defense

and covers the industrial midlands and the north.

Thirteen group, Scotland and the northeast,

and ten group, the west of England.

More than half the fighter-command squadrons

are stationed here at 11 group,

near the coast where we expect the invasion,

and also able to protect London,

which is as far as the bombers can get with fighter escort.

But I think we can leave strategy

to those with egg on their hats.

Gentlemen, the Inspector General.

May I introduce my brother, sir?

Another fighter ace?

When I get the chance, sir.

Those masts... Radio Direction Finders?

Their secret weapon.

- which we captured at Dunkirk.

Our Stukas can deal with them.

If the masts bring up the R.A.F then we don't have to look for them.

The men are in excellent spirits, sir.

I have eyes, Osterkamp.

We are impatient to set about England.

Your ambitions may be fulfilled sooner than you think.

[all chattering]

[in English] This delay is an incredible piece of luck.

I mean, they roll up France,

and then stop.

They could've come right on.

You know, our latest intelligence is that Herr Hitler

is sightseeing in France.

It is rather pleasant weather.

Oh, no, I mean it. He's on holiday.

I'm not complaining, Minister.

No, no, no. Seriously, Dowding,

the morale factor is vital.

I saw Beaverbrook on Monday.

Now, he's going to be able to deliver

as many as 100 fighters a week.

Well, after seeing you,

I want to be able to go back to the Cabinet

and tell them you're as confident as I am.

Damn it, man, we've got 650 planes.

And they have 2,500 aircraft, haven't they?

They won't all come over at once,

and we have radar.

Churchill puts great faith in radar.

It's vital,

but it won't shoot down aircraft.

I must say, you don't exactly exude a spirit of optimism.

God willing, we will hold out, Minister.

I see. So I tell the cabinet

that you're trusting in radar and praying to God.

Is that right?

More accurate the other way around.

I'm trusting in God and praying for radar.

But the essential arithmetic is that our young men

will have to shoot down their young men at the rate of four to one

if we're to keep pace at all.

It's the oil pressure, sir,

but the gauge is being checked.

All right, Charlie. Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

Never give up, do you, Charlie?

Instrument check, sir.

I hope your new C.O. believes you.

He's going to be one of your headaches now.

They know the orders--

Don't tangle unnecessarily.

So it's, "May I do an engine check, sir?

Or an undercarriage check or a radio?"

Any excuse to get at the Jerries.

At least it shows they're keen.

Yeah, they're a good bunch.

God knows what I'll find in Scotland.

A lot of kids with down on their cheeks.

Yeah, training them to be fighter pilots

is a damn sight more dodgy than fighting Germans.

Well, you've got to earn that new stripe somehow.

Well, at least I got 3 days in town.

Give my regards to your wife.

Thanks.

May I have a word, sir?

[laughter]

[bagpipes playing]

Send us back a haggis.

If you want permission for a test flight,

the answer is no.

[jazz music playing]

Large scotch, please.

[bartender] You with that lot down the road, sir?

[Harvey] No.

One and six, please. Thank you.

Thank you.

[Harvey sighs]

Have you applied for that post in Scotland?

-Darling, I can't. -You can't.

You know I can't.

You mean you don't want to.

Can't. I've got a job.

What have we got? What the hell is this?

Is it a marriage, or a flaming air force committee?

For God's sake, Colin, don't start that all over again.

I knew this would happen. I never wanted you to join up. Never.

-Colin, please-- -You didn't take a blind bit of notice.

Try to behave as if I were a human being.

You look more like a parade-ground suffragette to me.

I'm just not cut out to wave a wet hankie on a sooty station.

Oh, for God's sake, who's asking you to?

We'll be in Scotland together.

Oh, I never could stand marching women.

You couldn't care less, could you?

I cared enough to come here 50 miles.

I didn't measure it.

I did.

I even booked a room.

Three days.

It would be marvelous.

Are you going to apply for that posting or not?

[man] Left, right, left.

Right, left, right, left, right.

Squad, halt!

Right turn!

Order arms!

Now, wait for it.

Squad...

dismissed!

[man 1] Come on, Albert, you're not dead yet.

It's his turn.

[man 2] You'll be lucky.

[man 1] Twelve pints, please, Fred.

One for the sarge.

[man 3] Let him get his own.

[men laugh]

No, sir, it's not Charlie.

It's some Hurricane out of juice very likely.

Right.

Well, call me directly you hear anything.

Well, somebody must have spotted him.

He can't just disappear.

All right, I'll hang on.

Sir, it's Air Vice Marshal Park.

That's all we need now.

Jamie, hang on to this.

Good afternoon, sir.

Tell your men to relax.

How are they making out, canfield?

Half the squadron are new pilots, sir.

That's why you were sent here,

to lick them into shape.

They get less warning here than any other station,

so they must learn to get up from standby

in two minutes flat

if they're to intercept the enemy.

[telephone rings]

Hello. Dispersal.

Right.

Stand down, "A" flight.

Yours?

Yes, sir.

The chaps spoil her.

All right, canfield, what's up?

You have a pilot missing.

Yes, sir.

Over the channel.

Is he much overdue?

Over two hours, sir.

I thought I'd made it clear

we're too near the enemy for pilots

to go swanning around on their own.

We can't afford to lose them this way.

What's the excuse this time,

undercarriage check?

Instruments, sir.

We've all done it, but that's no excuse.

What's his name?

Pilot Officer Lambert, sir.

[man laughs]

[in German] Gerhardt, my bath!

[horn honks]

I know - you just happened to find it.

If you're not ready in five minutes -

- we're off to Boulogne for dinner without you.

Hans, look after Major Foehn.

Don't let him near the wine cellar!

[speaking German] But with respect, sir, my brother says -

- the Spitfire is faster.

When we get to England -

- I'll take one up and show him how to fly it.

- straight into the drink!

I said look after him, not to drown him.

[all laughing]

[in German] Sir, you are to report to Wissant.

When?

Immediately. Major Foehn too.

I know why we're going to Wissant.

At last!

Gentlemen...Eagle Day.

-the destruction of the R.A.F. on the ground.

Take-off time - 07.15.

Our targets - the following airfields...

Our task - to knock out the R.A.F on the ground.

There'll be nothing left for us!

Don't worry - enough Spitfires will manage to get up - even for you, Bruno.

[men laugh]

Gain height and use it.

And don't land in the Channel.

In other words use your petrol gauges.

Remember - you've only got thirty minutes over there.

[men chattering]

[in English] Hostile 2-3.

Morning, all.

Bearing 1-8-6, range 30 miles.

Twenty plus.

Height, 6,000.

Yes, Danmoor, I confirm.

No I.F.F.

Hostile 2-9, now 30 plus.

Yes, Danmoor, I confirm.

Recheck I.F.F., please, Bentmarle.

Sorry to call you in, sir, but something's building.

2-8 now 40 plus.

Convoys?

None due through until tonight, sir.

Hostile 3-1 40 plus, 1-6.

Better bring more squadrons to standby.

Right, sir. Get me beacon hill.

Reconfirm hostile 2-3.

Hostile 2-3, 1-8-0.

Getting interference again, sir.

Not now, Corporal, not now.

That's better.

Five miles.

I'm afraid the raid is entering

my ground range, Danmoor.

Stukas.

Get them up.

Forty-three squadron, intercept hostile 2-1.

That was Danmoor, sir.

Ventnor radar out of action.

-Who's covering Dover? -54 squadron, sir.

Sixth squadron's airborne, sir.

Too slow. Some of them took six and seven minutes.

They'll have to do it in two.

Tallyho, Velvet Leader!

Down there on the left.

Stukas!

Roger. Here we go.

Attacking now.

Yellow section, keep your eyes peeled for the escort.

Spitfire!

[guns firing]

Aah!

Easier to hit than a barn door.

It's like shooting rats in a barrel.

You'll be in a barrel

if you don't watch out for the fighters.

[in English] Ventnor, and now Dover's out of action.

Our plots are drying up.

Then we're blind.

So now we've only got the observer corps.

This is only the beginning. They won't stop now.

Heinkels.

Make it 100 plus.

Hello? Hello? Heinkels, 100 plus.

Yes, center. Still going north.

Height?

12,000.

[ring]

Dispersal.

Two section, scramble!

Look alive!

At the double!

[telephone rings]

Lookout.

Right.

[siren wailing]

Muck and filth everywhere,

Mr. Warrick. It's like a pigsty!

The cooks don't come on till 6:00.

Well, you've got some defaulters.

Put them onto it.

Come on you lots, move!

You'd be there fast enough if it was real!

At the double!

Oh, my God.

Section Officer Harvey!

Sir.

Section Officer Harvey,

I've noticed that some of your girls

are now using the men's trenches

during air raid practice.

It's got to stop.

Sir.

And another thing... Gas mask cases--

They're for gas masks. They're not handbags.

I do realize, of course, that female requirements

differ somewhat from the male.

Nevertheless, that's no excuse to--

[explosion blasting]

-God's teeth! -[bomb whistling]

Take cover!

[explosions continue]

Bastards.

At least we know what Jerry's going for.

All our airfields, unfortunately.

It's a squadron scramble, sir.

Don't be wet.

Get me the duty controller.

We've only just come down. We're still refueling. Tell Control--

[explosions]

Christ!

Don't just stand there! Get one up!

Corporal Johnson!

Put the Bowsers away!

Rest of you men, to the trenches!

[man 1] Talk about a hairy takeoff.

I saw Jimmy buy it.

[man 2] Did Archie get off?

[Archie] Oh, I'm with you old boy,

but I've left my stomach behind.

[man 3] Ah, shut up, will you!

Rabbit Leader to Cowslip Control.

Do you read me? Over.

For Christ's sake, Cowslip, wake up, will you?

Rabbit squadron airborne.

Close up, Red 2!

Stick to me like glue, Simon.

Rabbit Leader, sorry about that.

This is Cowslip.

[Rabbit Leader] About time, too. Where'd they go?

[Cowslip] Bandits now 20 miles east of you heading southeast.

Sector 1-2-0 and make Angels 2-0.

We'll go, Cowslip.

Rabbit's turning port... now.

Come in, Red 2. Where the hell are you?

Where the hell are you, Simon?

[guns fire]

[man] You, lads, pull yourselves together!

Get moving! Get another shovel!

[sobbing]

Bates, pull yourself together.

Stay with them, Seymour.

It's all right. I'll see to it.

[man] How about two hands over here, Officer?

Bring the hoses out over here!

[dramatic music playing]

[Warrick] Put that cigarette out!

The mains have gone! Can't you smell gas?

Don't you yell at me, Mr. Warrick!

Here, you men!

Don't stand there looking at it, you idle shover!

You! Get me some stretchers

-and the orderly. -Ma'am.

Fast!

You can stand some of the girls down now, Corporal.

Jones, Whitman, clear up that mess.

Then you can take five minutes.

Forty-three, stand down.

1-1-1 released.

5-0-1 are down at tangbear.

They couldn't get in at Biggin.

Few more days like this,

and we won't be able to get them down anywhere.

I suppose we could pull them all back

north of the Thames, out of range.

That is precisely what they want us to do.

[bell tolling]

[radio announcer] This is the BBC home service.

Here is the nine o'clock news.

Large formations of enemy aircraft

today attacked targets in southern England,

but the enemy's aerial armada

came in for heavy punishment.

Over 47 German planes were destroyed

with a loss of only 15 of our own aircraft.

Six of these pilots were saved.

Several R.A.F. aerodromes were also attacked,

and some casualties were sustained,

but they were light.

[speaking German]

[in German] We must take advantage of the good weather.

We are destroying as many aircraft on the ground as in the air.

Reichsmarschall Goering will be interested in these figures.

We have destroyed nearly 300 planes.

Half the entire British fighter force.

Schmidt can say what he likes -

- the fact remains, our bombers continue to be intercepted.

- because the English are bringing down reserves from the north.

Right. So we intensify attacks -

- against airfields -

- and from Norway we will attack the North.

Beyond the range of our fighters!

Andtheirs...

even a Spitfire can't be in two places at once.

[man, in English] Help yourself, everybody. There's no fighter escort.

[guns firing]

[yells in German]

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[gun firing]

[man] Soapbox Leader, break it off.

Home and tea.

For once you deserve it. Well done, everybody.

Heinkel, three-second burst.

Starboard engine. Ruddy great flamer.

Any identification marks?

Yellow stripes on the wings.

Wing leader. See it go down?

Did i? Nyaow... plunk!

Hmm. Graham and Jock will confirm your story.

That's three of you who got him.

Eh?

A third of a kill, laddie, a third.

Sir.

Sir.

-[man 1] Well, any joy? -[man 2] A Heinkel.

[man 1] Anyone see mine go in?

[man 2] Didn't know you were with us.

-[man 3] Right, fine flying. -[man 4] Thank you, sir.

Well done, Peter.

Only a third of a one, sir.

Oh, that's better than nothing.

I used to blast away and never hit a sausage.

[both chuckle]

-One thing though... -What's that, sir?

It takes us two years to train people like you.

Suppose your controls had been damaged, hmm?

What would've happened to that idiotic victory roll of yours?

You'd have been spread all over the damn field like strawberry jam.

Never again. Clear?

Yes, sir.

-Hello, Bob. -Something to make Stuffy's day.

The old man's just gone down

to the ops room with Sasha.

Final figures of the northern raids...

Twenty-three without loss.

Jolly good. I'll show it to him.

Right.

We're getting six volunteer pilots from coastal command

and from the fleet air arms, sir.

Five from each of the fairday battle squadrons,

and three from army cooperation.

That's 30, is it? Not enough.

We lost that many yesterday.

And the air staff hesitate to weaken the light bombers

in case of invasion, sir.

We need pilots now.

What about the foreign squadrons under training?

Czechs, Poles?

I know your feelings about the language difficulties.

They don't understand a word that's said to them over the air.

They're a menace to themselves and us.

I'll try and cut some more corners off the training program.

Pilots are doing well,

enemy losing at the rate of two to one...

Then he can afford to, can't he?

Never sends more than half his bombers at one time.

We must find more pilots...

Or lose.

[man] Begin. This is off speed.

Check 5-0-1 back at ready desk...

I think you ought to see this, sir.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

[man] Air raid warning.

Sector three red.

[Rabbit Leader] Rabbit squadron.

Tallyho, tallyho, red section.

We'll take the rear starboard.

Yellow, you take the port.

Yellow-1 wilco.

Tallyho, yellow.

[Rabbit Leader] And the lot of you,

keep your eyes open for the red squad.

[engine spluttering]

Rabbit Leader, Red-3, you're on those bastards,

six o'clock high. Coming down now.

[Rabbit Leader] Roger, Red-3. I see them.

Rabbit, brave right and climb.

[man] Behind you, Andy! On your tail!

[guns fire]

[man] Get out, Andy!

Jump!

[speaking German]

[explosion]

Don't any of you joes talk English?

Corporal!

Sir!

Where are you taking those vultures?

Officers to the mess,

ensigns to the guard room, sir.

Like hell you are.

They're responsible for all that.

Get them to clear it up.

But what about the officers, sir?

Give them a bloody shovel.

Come on, step with it!

Heh. Skipper hates Jerries.

He'll hate me if you don't get that gun repaired.

Then wrap up this little lot.

Only eight for the morning?

-Got to do better than that. -Five are write-offs.

One has another guard gone,

and two are missing, sir.

Mr. Anthony and Sergeant Moore.

And these two are hundred-hour checks.

They've been at it for 48 hours solid, sir.

I know.

Where the hell have you been?

Learning to swim.

Do your best, Blaine.

Roger.

You get one?

All I got was a bellyful of English Channel.

When are you going to learn?

I didn't know they were there.

Never fly straight and level

for more than 30 seconds

in the combat area.

How many times have I told you?

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

I'd rather walk, sir.

Cut out the "sir".

You called your wife?

All right, boy. Get in.

-Here you are, sir. -Thank you.

It's ridiculous!

We go up four or five times a day,

and every time we come down, more potholes.

There are more potholes

until we can't bloody well get in a door.

We'll get this place operational again.

You won't. Not until someone decides

to protect it while we're up.

What flaming genius thought of sending us

to that dump of a flying club?

Don't blame me.

Direct orders from group.

Park himself.

It's not a bad little field.

I've seen it. Damp tents

and a nasty little shack full of dead flies.

At least you won't have the Jerries visiting you.

I don't blame them.

[engines whirring]

How much longer, Hobbes?

The engine's overheating, and so am I.

We either stand down, or blow up.

Which do you want?

[gunshot]

[telephone rings]

[woman] Hostile 1-6, reconfirm, please.

Need some more yellow sevens, flight.

This is r-29, now 40 plus.

[telephone rings]

Yes. 2-6 and 4-1 detected, sir.

Seventh squadron's airborne, sir.

Thank you. Let 12 group know.

And make sure they know they're protecting my airfields while they're up.

They have been told, sir.

Tell them again.

Pine Tree Leader, this is Turkey Control.

Vector 1-9-2.

I have some trade for you over maidstone.

Turkey Control. Pine Tree Leader.

Roger 1-9-0.

Pine Tree, this is Turkey.

Twenty plus bandits,

and Angels 2-0 heading west.

[Pine Tree] Roger, Turkey Control.

[in English] My God! Fighters coming down now!

Fire speed. Break.

Break!

[gun firing]

[gunfire]

On your tail, Jamie.

[guns firing]

Enemy aircraft approaching, sir.

Coming straight for us. Flying course, 21st.

About 8,000 feet.

I'm taking cover.

Tin hats, everybody.

[woman speaking indistinctly]

[loud crashing]

That should damn well never have happened.

Where the hell is 12 group?

They were requested, sir.

Well, they're nowhere in sight.

Find out what the devil they think they're playing at.

They just fell on us.

They got my number two and the C.O.

You saw Canfield go down?

It blew up.

Just blew up.

-Bad as we thought? -Worse.

Kenley and Biggin are shambles again,

and the rest are not much better.

God knows how many aircraft we'll have in the morning.

All because 12 group didn't do their stuff.

Leigh-Mallory and his so-called big wings.

Might as well stay on the ground for all the use they are.

We were up, sir.

Trying to knock out the enemy en masse.

But it takes time to assemble 40 or 50 aircraft at 15,000 feet.

It takes far too long.

By the time your big wing is up,

the enemy have hit their targets

and are on their way home.

All that matters

is to shoot them down in large numbers.

I'd rather destroy 50 after they've hit their targets,

than ten before.

Don't forget, the targets

are my airfields, Leigh-Mallory.

And you're not getting 50.

You're not even getting ten.

Gentlemen, you're missing the essential truth.

We're short of 200 pilots.

Those we have are tired, strained,

and all overdue for relief.

We're fighting for survival...

and losing.

We don't need a big wing, or a small wing.

We need pilots.

[air raid siren blaring]

And a miracle.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

-Goodnight, sir. -Goodnight, sir.

[air raid siren blaring]

[radio announcer] And now, over to the Savoy Hotel, London,

for dance music until midnight

with Carrol Gibbons and his Savoy Hotel Orpheans.

[jazz music playing]

You look a damn sight better out of uniform.

Hardly remember you out of yours.

And who's fault's that?

For God's sake, not again.

Look, damn it, my squadron's come south.

You just apply for that posting!

Colin, no!

All right, agreed! Taboo subject tonight.

Old WAFs. [scoffs]

You really think we're solemnly going

to get into these ridiculous garments?

Not at this stage, surely.

I'm shy.

Oh, Maggie, come on.

It's just...

I am shy.

Honestly.

I'll put out the light.

No, Colin!

No, it's not just bed, it's us!

It's you.

And me.

[softly] You and me.

[in German] We should have been over target nine minutes ago.

The wind has veered.

So where are we?

[explosion booming]

Where is London?

Oh, well to the south west.

Ditch bombs - and a course for home.

[in English] Colin.

Hmm?

I will put in for that posting.

Promise.

[bomb whistling]

-[loud explosion] -That's their bombs!

They're bombing London!

[imitates airplane]

It isn't funny! Cut it out!

Too damn close.

[explosions continue]

Colin, I promise.

I promise.

[in German] Attacks on London are forbidden.

You know the order as well as I do, Major Brandt.

Attacks may only be made -

- on the personal order of the Fuehrer.

I regret, gentlemen, the matter is now out of my hands.

By order of Reichsmarschall Goering -

- you are to report to Berlin.

[orchestral music playing]

[speaking German]

[in German] Don't they know there's a blackout?

You know what our friend Goering said:

"If ever a bomb falls on Berlin -"

"- you may call me MEIER."

You are to report to Colonel Schroeder at 9.00 a.m.

This car will take you to your quarters where you will remain.

[air raid siren blaring]

[soldier blows whistle]

"You may call me MEIER."

Last night bombs were dropped on Berlin.

So be it.

Two can play at that game.

If the R.A.F. drops 200... 300... 400 bombs -

- then in one night we shall drop 2,000... 3,000... 4,000 bombs!

[crowd cheering]

If they attack our cities -

- then we will WIPE THEIRS OUT!

[applause and cheers]

The hour will come when one of us must crack.

And it will never be National Socialist Germany!

[crowd chanting] Never!

The English are filled with curiosity.

They keep asking: Why doesn't he come?

Be patient.

We are coming.

WE ARE COMING!

[crowd cheering, chanting]

[patriotic music playing]

[speaking German]

Move or I'll make the lot of you swim across the Channel!

[horn honks]

[engines roaring]

[in German] If we lose now -

- we deserve to have our arses kicked out!

[in English] Arrow to Rabbit Leader. Vector 1-6-0.

Bandits 100-plus. Angels 1-5.

Bandits 100-plus. Over.

Rabbit to Arrow.

I can't see them.

But they must be there.

Well, come have a look for yourself then.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing.

Group, please.

Everything we've got, and get them moving.

They've caught us this time.

They're turning northwest. It looks like London.

It's London, all right,

and we've got everything up covering airfields.

[air raid siren blaring]

-Messerschmitt. -Iron Corps.

Messerschmitt!

No, they ain't. They're Iron Corps.

[guns firing]

[explosion booms]

-[bombs whistling] -[explosions continue]

[in English] The pressure's dropping again.

This is as far as I can get, lad.

[man] Down at the end there, by that car.

[man] Hey, no you don't.

What do you mean?

There's a thousand pounder down there,

and it's not gone off.

If you're looking for somebody,

they're all down there at the church hall.

[baby crying]

They got the Rose 'N' Crown.

They got the Rose 'N' Crown.

He'll have to drink at the Red Lion now, won't he?

If they'll have him.

[women laugh]

How bloody stupid can you get?

I spend half a leaf seeing you all safe in the country,

and you bring her back to all this.

I'm sorry, it's just we missed everyone.

You're all going back.

Dad, have you finished it?

Have you got it?

Thank you.

There's a family trapped in Shaw Street.

Can we have some more volunteers?

I'll be back, luv.

[bell ringing]

[bell continues ringing]

Stop that bloody bell!

It came more from the back.

Not real spitfires.

They couldn't land here.

You'll see in a minute.

Only officers fly spitfires.

You're not a fighter pilot.

What about your top button?

Anybody can do that.

T-5? What's that?

[man] They're a training squadron, sir.

The poles.

Get them out of it. Get them down.

Blackhawk Leader, vector 2-3-0

and return to base immediately. Over.

Blackhawk Leader. Received and understood. Out.

Blackhawk leader to "A" flight.

Turn to port and steer 2-3-0.

[radio chatter in Polish]

Stop that polish chatter and steer 2-3-0.

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader] I say again, 2-3-0.

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader] For crying out loud, 2-3-0!

[Polish man] Repeat, please.

Repeat, please.

[Blackhawk Leader] Now, just shut up, the lot of you, and follow me,

unless you're blind as well as...

Oh, God's truth.

[pilots chattering in Polish]

[shouting in Polish]

Shut up!

Silence, in Polish!

[gunfire]

One, the R.A.F. is not a flying circus.

[translating into Polish]

Two, strict RT procedure will be observed at all times.

[translating to Polish]

And it is never... repeat, never... to be used...

[translating to Polish]

...for private Polish chitchat.

[translating to Polish]

Finally, and God alone knows why,

I've received the following signal.

"Congratulations. As of today,

this squadron is operational."

Signed, "Keith Park,

Air Vice Marshal, A.O.C. 11th group."

[all cheer]

I was wrong about the Poles.

-We also have the second Polish squadron, sir. -Mm-hmm.

Heh. I thought you'd mention that.

All right. Make them operational.

And the Canadians?

And the Czechs. We need them all.

[explosions thundering in distance]

-Looks like London again, sir. -Yes.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

But if Goering should concentrate on London by day...

it's another matter.

If it means he leaves my airfields alone, I shan't complain.

Even a few days would give me the chance

to get back to full strength.

He'll have farther to come.

And to go back.

We'll have more time to intercept.

What's more important, Park...

His fighters have only fuel enough

for ten minutes over London.

His bombers will lose much of their protection.

For the first time,

they'll all come within the range of 12-group.

Perhaps now, at last, we shall see

what Leigh-Mallory's big wings are made of.

Turning on London

could be the Germans' biggest blunder.

Spider Leader, this is Top Hat Control.

Bandits now 20 miles east of you,

heading southeast.

Vector 1-2-0. Make, angel 2-0.

[man] Roger, Top Hat.

Fox Trot Leader, this is Tango Control.

Fox Trot leader. Pass your message.

I have some trade for you

building up over green "A."

Roger, Tango.

Spider Leader, Top Hat Control.

Your customers appear to be splitting up.

Main course heading for London

will be your target. Sector 0-9-0.

Roger, Top Hat.

Batman control. Climb to Angels 1-9.

Roger, Batman.

Thank you again.

This should give them something to think about.

[pilot 1] Starlight control to Dogtail.

Keep an eye out for a friendly wing

joining you on your port side.

[pilot 2] Roger, Starlight.

I see them. I see them.

Bloody marvelous.

[pilot 1] Fox Trot Leader, Tango Control.

Bandits now probably slightly below you.

[pilot 2] Roger, Tango. I've got them.

[pilot 1] Peewee Leader turning starboard now.

Watch out for 109's about.

[pilot 3] Roger, Fairfield Leader. Going up now.

[pilot 1] Take a left-hand pass, Blue Leader.

[pilot 4] Roger.

[pilot 1] Everybody else, keep tight.

[pilot 5] Swarms of them, sir!

[pilot 1] Fox Trot leader, cut that out.

Everyone, keep quiet.

[machine guns firing]

Leave the flaming fighters.

It's the bloody bombers we want.

[pilots yelling in Polish]

Ox, will you pipe down?

[speaking Polish]

Ox! Behind you!

Behind!

[speaking Polish]

[gunfire]

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon my arse, you Boche bastard.

Put your hands up! Come on, put them up!

[protesting in Polish]

Your mitts, mate. Your mitts.

Put 'em up there. Go on. Get going.

[continues indistinctly]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[in German] Are you telling me our losses are critical?

We're bombing day and night -

- pilots are tired.

Be specific!

The English have changed tactics.

How?

They are attacking in large numbers.

Our bombers lack close fighter protection.

The fighters are always there.

But not close enough?

You yourself were a fighter pilot -

- the fighter is a hunter.

Yes, I was a fighter pilot -

- not a coward!

There is no suggestion of cowardice.

I am making the suggestion.

From now on the fighters will stay with the bombers.

And lose the advantage of speed and surprise?

You will obey orders!

The invasion cannot begin until we have cleared the skies.

Come, my friends - I have chastised you enough.

I am here to help.

Anything you need?

Give me a squadron of Spitfires.

Hold your positions.

Don't break - wait for my order.

[in English] We'll take the rear starboard.

Yellow, you take the port.

Roger.

Thanks awfully, old chap.

[speaking German]

I have promised the Fuehrer we will destroy the R.A.F.

The weather won't last forever.

We must FINISH IT!

That's an order.

[in English] Here we are.

The miracle of the loaves.

We should have moved in here before we were bombed.

Ah, Maggie, I'd like you to meet

our new assistant controller.

Squadron leader Tom Evans,

Section Officer Harvey.

How do you do?

Hello.

[Baker] He knows your old man.

How is Colin?

Haven't seen him since my little escapade

with the burning Hurricane.

[woman] Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am. There's a call for you.

Oh. Will you excuse me just a minute?

[Baker] Yes.

-Thanks. -It's around the corner.

Hello?

It's me.

How on earth did you get through here?

Oh, put it down to rank. I said I was an old battle-ax

from the air ministry.

[laughs] Colin. That was very clever.

Any news?

About?

Your posting, you silly idiot.

Well, you've applied?

I've... I've been so busy here.

It's really not as simple as all that.

Look, why the hell not?

To be absolutely honest, I forgot.

I know, darling. I'm sorry.

Groopy's here now.

I'll go and talk to him right away. All right?

All right?

Colin?

Colin?

Get through all right, sir?

Yes.

Let me give you a piece of advice.

What's that, sir?

Stay single.

[gunfire]

Are you still with me, Dogtail Red-2?

[pilot] Affirmative, Red Leader. Directly behind you

and on your starboard side.

[man] What happened to Harvey?

He got a 1-0-9, then ran into trouble,

but he's all right.

No mistake. I saw him bail out.

Right, right, attention.

Right. Stand at ease.

Corporal Seymour will detail you to your various watches.

I left out the bit about the wolf whistles. You're better at that.

The erks have other things on their minds nowadays, thank goodness.

Right! Shun!

[continues indistinctly]

It's Colin.

He isn't dead, Maggie.

He's going to be all right.

They can do wonders nowadays, you know.

It's just a question of time, that's all.

We'll get you a posting so you can be near him.

Is he badly burned?

You sent for me, sir?

Yes, Peter. I want you to take over Red section.

Who are my numbers two and three, sir?

A couple of new lads. They're outside.

[man] Get moving!

Right, then.

How many hours on spits?

Ten, sir.

Seven, sir.

Stick to me like glue and keep your eyes open.

[overlapping chatter]

Control. Put out 2-2-2 and 6-0-3 squadrons against hostile 2-6.

Winston would pick a day like this to come.

-[indistinct chatter] -[telephones ringing]

Is everything up?

The lot, sir.

Reserves?

None.

That's what I've just told the prime minister.

[overlapping chatter]

Red-3, this is Red-1.

Much closer. I can hardly see you.

Red-2. You must keep up with me.

Right, Red section. Here we go.

Stick to me like glue.

Red-3, behind you!

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

Come in, Blue-2.

[dramatic music continues]

[bombs exploding]

[bell ringing]

[imitating airplane]

Hey, kids. Shut up, will you?

[radio announcer] This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is the nine o'clock news,

and this is Alvar Liddell reading it.

Up till eight o'clock tonight,

a hundred and sixty-five German aircraft have been destroyed

In big scale attacks attempted by the enemy today

on London and the southeast.

We lost 30 fighters,

with ten of the pilots safe.

[all cheer]

Buckingham Palace has been bombed again,

but no one was hurt.

[intercom buzzes]

Yes? Yes, one moment.

It's the Air Minister, sir, on the scrambler.

Yes?

Ah, Dowding. Look, our people in Washington

are having trouble with the American press,

and it's about today's figures.

German sources there are saying

that our claims are wildly exaggerated.

H-hello?

Are you there, Dowding?

I'm here, Minister.

Well, can you verify the figures?

Ahem.

I'm not very interested in propaganda.

If we're right, they'll give up.

If we're wrong, they'll be in London in a week.

-Morning, Arnold. -Morning, sir.

Morning, sir.

-Morning, Arnold. -Morning, Clyde.

[telephone rings]

Dispersal.

Right.

Tea's up.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

They are late this morning, sir.

The bastards are up to something.

[patriotic music playing]

[shouting marching commands]

[in German] You have betrayed me!

[somber music playing]

[music crescendos]