Ace of Aces (L'As des as)

The First World War above the front.

Death to the Kraut.

Shoot him.

Try again.

Shoot that Frenchman.

Try from the side.

I've been with this regiment in mud and cold for three years.

And that's hard, Private First Class Hitler.

Very hard, First Lieutenant Rosenblum.

But you, Private First Class Hitler...

make it even harder.

Rosenblum.

Bootlicker.

Look, Adolf.

Captain Cavalier, with the "K" of kaputt?

No, with the "C" of clown.

Paint the French tricolor on my Fokker instead.

My 30th victory over your Fokker? - I defeated you.

There's nothing wrong with my plane.

I just landed it somewhat awkwardly.

But the engine...

is still perfect. Just like me.

But you no longer have wings and a broken arm.

You're a veteran now...

whose wheelchair will soon be pushed by a pretty Frenchwoman.

And who will soon have to escape from the camp where I'm taking him?

- A joke? - Go ahead then.

Don't bother. I'm a boxer.

- Refusing to fight? - Then so be it.

Go ahead.

Wait.

Bunch of idiots.

Thank you.

What bastards.

20 years later, August 1936.

Left hook.

Stay away from the ropes.

Uppercut.

Impressive.

Left hook.

You're almost there. He's finished.

- I'm sorry. - Idiot.

Look at her butt.

Why are you laughing? - Because I know you're going to win.

You've got him in your pocket.

Think about the Olympic Games.

Third round.

The winner: Michelot.

- How many? - At least 120 place settings.

Nice.

- Come here. - That black guy wasn't bad.

Not at all. Especially not at the ropes.

At times he was almost in the audience.

He pushed off and hop...

I'm terribly sorry.

And it wasn't even intentional. - Yes, I mean no...

I drink to the foreign athletes...

who refuse to go to Berlin.

To those brave athletes who soon will not march...

before Chancellor Hitler giving the Nazi salute.

I didn't understand that. Did you say something?

Me? No, I said nothing.

That's called the "Olympic salute."

Let the women chatter. We're going to bring France medals.

My boxers and I definitely won't march for Hitler.

Shut up, Jo. You have to separate sports and politics.

Then what is Hitler doing? Our Olympic Committee should have refused...

to take part in the games in a fascist country.

Everyone is participating. There are even Jews on the German team.

Two out of 427 and no boxers. - Do we absolutely have to beat up Jews?

Enough about the Games. Congratulations, Roger.

- Pierre, with 6.6. - I have news.

Your interview with Hitler is confirmed. Berlin the day after tomorrow.

- Wonderful. - How was it tonight?

Do you still have room on the front page? He fell for it completely.

I'm listening: The headline: scandal at the Games.

Please line up for the photo.

Don't move and smile.

Thank you.

Sir, may I have an autograph? - What's your name?

My friend Simon wants an autograph. Go ahead.

- How old are you? - Ten.

Did you see that?

Jo Cavalier, the famous trainer, speaks his mind.

Will the French athletes refuse to march for Hitler?

You do not talk to the press.

They'll throw tomatoes at me in Berlin.

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

Get lost or I'll punch you.

Go ahead then.

- Do you know who 6.6. is? - No.

If I get my hands on that guy...

It's badly written and made up.

Don't read it. What can I offer you? - Nothing, 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 unattractive.

- Strong? - Not really.

He is impressive, a determined man, aggressive. But strong? No.

French or German? - Is this an interrogation? German.

- Blond then. - Dark, with a moustache.

No way.

My fault. - And he is absolutely not my type.

- So what is your type? - I like awkward men.

Tall strong men with light eyes...

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

Show-offs full of complexes. - I have no complexes.

An inferiority complex. What is your type of woman?

- What do you want? - I want your signature.

Not now. Later.

Tonight in Berlin at the brasserie 'Roof Garden'?

Or at Ciro, by the lake?

On the train I read bad newspapers and chat with strangers.

But at my destination I carefully choose my table companions...

and my bed companions. Good evening.

Alvarez, the Catalan featherweight boxer, has switched to the Republicans.

Here comes Jo. Cigarettes out.

No smoking, I said.

Close the window.

What do you want? - Have you known 'Von Richthofen'?

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

Von Beckmann is a friend. Come on with that pen.

Passports.

That is my case, how did you get it? - From the bars. Your photo is on it.

Those wrinkles suit you. Sign there.

Are you from France? - Germany. I have French family.

I sometimes stay there in summer.

Can you help me with a ticket for the Games?

Nungesser, Fonck... and Navarre. With him it ended badly.

Jew?

Attention, attention.

The Olympic train from Paris is entering.

Keep away from the tracks.

Athletes straight into the bus.

It looks like the army.

Rochetin, weightlifter. Michelot, boxer. Hurry up.

I will see you at the hotel.

I will take you to your hotel. - Thank you, they will pick me up. But him...

they forgot him. - I must stay with my boxers.

You wanted to take me too?

Mademoiselle Belcourt? - My car is over there.

I am leaving. Thanks for helping him.

- Where are your parents? - Dead.

- When? - When I was two.

Was there no one to take care of you?

I live with my grandparents. Weissenburgstrasse 5.

But I cannot see them anywhere. - Wait a little longer. Because I...

- Do they live far? - You cannot walk there.

Come with me.

There it is. That lit bookstore is my grandfather's.

What a crowd.

I am afraid. It's the police.

How much is it? - 2.40.

You stay here and do not move an inch.

How much is 'The Magic Mountain' by Thomas Mann?

This book is banned in Germany.

- Is Zola banned too? - Yes, him too.

- Brecht? - Banned.

Hemingway?

Freud?

Hitler?

No, that is Mein Kampf.

Are you Jewish? You look Jewish.

The adjective goes at the end.

You say: you look Jewish.

For example: stupid you look. That is correct but not grammatical.

Commissioner, I found nothing.

Call again.

May I see your papers, sir?

Drop dead, Herr Kommissar.

Arrest him.

Come quickly, Simon.

Block all escape routes.

Stop him.

After him.

This torch, lit in the sun at Olympus...

comes from Athens via Belgrade and Vienna to Berlin.

Please.

Run, man.

Georges Cavalier, from the French boxing team.

From Munich we will take you to the Berghof.

I am glad Hitler wants to meet me. May I take photos?

Before that, Dr Goebbels, our Minister of Propaganda, wants to speak to you.

He arranges everything. He will give you a list of allowed questions.

- Excellent. When do I meet him? - Now.

He is waiting for you in his suite at Hotel Ciro.

There you can talk calmly. - Unfortunately I have a dinner appointment.

With the gentleman.

I was afraid you had forgotten our appointment.

Mr Cavalier, our boxing coach. Mr Hammel and Mr Steiner.

Why are you not ready yet?

It is an old French custom...

to lock French men in their underwear in a wardrobe.

I have already dressed like that. Good evening, gentlemen.

Gabrielle... I can hardly stay away from you.

The key to room 212.

Here is your bag.

How did you get here?

- They’re outside. - Who?