Ace of Aces (L'As des as)

The First World War, somewhere on the war front.

ACE OF ACES

Kill the kraut.

Take him down.

Try again.

Take the bloody Frenchie down.

Try from the side.

For three years, I've been stuck in the

mud and the cold with this regiment.

And that's hard, private Hitler.

Very, very hard, lieutenant Rosenblum.

But enduring you, private Hitler...

is a lot harder!

Rosenblum.

Asshole.

Look, Adolf.

Captain Kavalier, with a K for kaputt?

No, with a C for clown.

Better paint the French flag on my Fokker.

My 30th victory on your Fokker? - I beat you.

You didn't beat me. There's nothing wrong with my bird.

I just landed her a bit roughly.

But the engine...

is still in perfect condition. Just like me.

But you have no more wings and you have a broken arm.

You're a veteran now...

whose wheelchair will soon be pushed by a pretty French woman.

And who will have to escape from the camp I'll take him to?

Sense of humour? - Hurry.

Just give up. I'm a boxer.

Do you refuse to fight? - Like this then.

Go ahead.

Wait.

Bunch of idiots.

Thanks.

Some assholes.

20 years later August 1936.

Now with your left.

Stay away from the ropes.

Uppercut.

Impressive.

With your left now.

You're almost there. He's almost had it.

I'm sorry. - Idiot.

RESERVED

Look at her bum.

Why are you laughing? - Because I know you'll win.

You've got him in your pocket.

Think of the Olympics.

Third round.

The winner: Michelot.

How much? - At least 120.

Good.

Come here. - That negro wasn't bad.

Certainly not. Especially in the ropes.

He was almost in the audience.

He braced himself and hop...

I'm so sorry.

And you didn't even do it on purpose.

Yes, I mean no...

I'm proposing a toast to all the foreign sports people...

who refuse to go to Berlin.

To the brave sports people who will not be parading...

for Chancellor Hitler and who will

not be making the Nazi salute.

I didn't hear that well. Did you say something?

Me? No, I didn't say anything.

It's not the Nazi salute, it's the Olympic salute.

Let the women talk. We'll get France some medals.

My boxers and I won't be parading for Hitler anyway.

Shut up, Jo. Don't mix sports and politics.

And what does Hitler do? Our Olympic.

Committee should have refused...

to participate in games in a fascist country.

Everybody's participating. There are even Jews in the German team.

Two in 427 and no boxers. - So you want us to beat up Jews?

Enough about the Games. Congratulations, Roger.

Pierre, G.B. speaking. - I have news.

Your interview with Hitler's on. You'll be leaving for Berlin.

Great. - How did it go tonight?

Do you have room left on the front

page? He totally took the bait.

I'm listening: -Headline: Scandal at Olympics.

Get ready for the picture.

Don't move and smile.

Thanks.

Sir, can I get an autograph? - What's your name?

My buddy Simon wants an autograph. Go ahead.

How old are you? - Ten.

Did you see this?

Jo Cavalier, famous coach, speaks out.

Do French sports people refuse to parade for Hitler?

You shouldn't talk to the press.

They'll be throwing tomatoes at me in Berlin.

I don't know that journalist. - He's well informed.

Get lost or you'll get more than a tomato from me.

Alright then.

Do you know who G.B. is? - No.

If I get my hands on that guy...

It's badly written and all made up.

Don't read that. A drink? - No, thank you.

Are you going to Berlin for the Games?

No.

For a man?

Are you going to see a man? - Yes.

Is he handsome? - Not bad looking.

Strong? - Not exactly.

He's impressive, a go-getter, aggressive. But not strong.

French or German?

- Is this an interrogation? German.

So he's blond. - Dark hair and a moustache.

Oh no, not him.

That'll teach me asking questions.

He's absolutely not my type.

What is your type? - I like clumsy men.

Big, strong men with light coloured eyes...

full lips and a nose that's... - Broken?

Braggers with lots of complexes. - I have no complexes.

A superiority complex. What's your type of woman?

What do you want? - I wanted your autograph.

Not now. Later.

Tonight in Berlin, shall we go to brasserie Resy or Roof Garden?

Or to Ciro, near the lake?

In the train, I read bad papers and talk to strangers.

But after I arrive, I'm very selective

about the people I have dinner with...

and the people I sleep with. Goodnight.

Alvarez, the Catalan featherweight,

has joined the Republicans.

There's Jo. The cigarettes!

I said no smoking!

Close the window.

What do you want now? - Did you know Von Richthofen?

Yes, but not personally. Why? - And Von Beckmann?

Von Beckmann's a friend. Give me that pen.

Passports.

That's my bird. Where did you get it?

- From the bars. And your picture too.

You're covered with wrinkles. Sign there.

Are you French?

- German. I have French relatives.

I spend summers there.

Can you get me a ticket for the Olympics?

Nungesser, Fonck... And Navarre. He didn't end well.

Jewish? - Yes.

Attention, please.

The Olympic train from Paris is entering the station.

Stay away from the rails.

Sports people straight into the bus.

It looks like the army here.

Rochetin, weightlifter. Michelot, boxer. Hurry.

I'll see you in the hotel.

I'll take you to the hotel.

- No, I'll be picked up. But he...

seems to have been forgotten. - I have to stay with my boxers.

Weren't you prepared to give me a lift?

Miss Belcourt? - That's my car.

I'm going. Thanks for helping him.

Where are your parents? - Dead.

When? - When I was two.

Hasn't anyone been looking after you?

I live with my grandpa and grandma. 5 Wissemburgstrasse.

But they're not here. - Wait a bit more. Because I...

Do they live far away? - Too far to walk.

Come with me.

It's there. That lit shop is my grandfather's bookshop.

There's a crowd in there.

I'm afraid. That's the police.

How much is it? - 2.40, please.

You stay here. Don't move.

How much is The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann?

Verboten!

Banned in Germany is that book!

Has Zola been banned too? - Yes, also banned.

Brecht? - Banned.

Hemingway?

Freud?

Hitler?

No, that's Mein Kampf.

Jewish you are? Jewish you look.

Your grammar's wrong.

You should say: You look Jewish.

Like if I said: Stupid you look. It's true, but not correct.

Commissioner, I haven't found anything.

Call them and tell them.

Your papers can I have, sir?

Drop dead you can, Herr Kommissar.

Arrest him.

Hurry, Simon.

Block all exits!

Arrest him!

After him!

This Olympic torch that was lit by the sun...

came from Athens, via Belgrade and Vienna to Berlin.

Here.

Run, man!

Georges Cavalier, from the French boxing team.

From Munich, we'll take you to the Berghof.

I'm very happy that Hitler will receive me. Can I take pictures?

First Dr. Goebbels, our Minister of.