Hell's Angels

Ja, wunderbar.

Look at that Karl.

- Well Roy, you seem to like my country. - Like it? I think it's marvelous.

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

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

- I keep forgetting you're not English. - Oh, sometimes I...

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

that's natural, after all you can't be at Oxford...

3 years without feeling slightly British.

I wish Helen were here.

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

Your brother is not coming today Herr Rutledge?

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

- Nothing except a good looking woman. - Jawohl.

That brother of yours, he's a naughty boy but I like him.

- He has a way with them, hey Gretchen? - You, you don't know half of it.

Another conquest for Monte.

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

- Yeah but you have Helen. - I'm not at all sure.

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

Oh, she is, she's marvelous.

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

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

Yes. I didn't know you had a photograph of her.

Yeah and neither does Helen, I took it myself when she wasn't looking.

Really?

- Stunning, isn't she? - Why, she's marvelous.

- Cheerio, you blighters. - Hello, it's Monte.

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

- No Monte, don't please. - Oh, it's alright.

This little pretzel doesn't understand a word of English.

- No? - Gretchen.

- Ja. - Bier.

Found at the museum.

- She's a work of art alright. - You should've left her there.

Quiet.

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

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

Go home, will you? Go home.

You see, I'm stuck.

- Hello, who's the dowager? - That's Helen.

Oh but of course, that's only a snapshot, wait till you meet her.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Go away.

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

Oh, you know, I've a very important meeting in just 15 minutes.

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

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

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

- Hey, listen Monte... - Auf Wiedersehen.

Here, just a minute now please.

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

Please, yes.

- Roy. No Roy... - No, carry on, carry on.

Pretty boy, you please me very much.

What's that?

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

And he is away on army business. He will not be home for hours.

So, you see...

Charming.

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

Your name?

My name is Rutledge sir.

- You are stopping in Munich? - At the Hotel Bayrischer Hof sir.

My seconds will call on you later.

- But I say you... - There is nothing further to discuss.

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

What's wrong?

- Baron Von Kranz. - Who's he?

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

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

Well, unfortunately I met this one through his wife.

- And this means... - A duel, can you imagine it?

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

You don't expect me to go through with a farce like this.

But Monty, it's the only thing you can do.

Oh, there you go again.

I suppose when a woman is no good and her husband...

finds it out, I got to get shot just because is the honorable thing to do.

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

What do I care what people say?

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

Can't I?

Goodbye, see you at Oxford.

- Hello Roy. - Hello Karl.

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

Gone to England.

England? Well, what's the matter?

- Oh, nothing. - But I say...

Herr Rutledge?

Herr Rutledge?

- Yes? - Von Richter.

Von Schlieben.

- We represent Colonel Baron Von Kranz. - Yes.

Have you chosen your second?

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

You have the choice of weapons.

What is your choice?

What is this?

Golden Ave.

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

It says at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning.

- 4 o'clock in the morning. - Well, how did this happen?

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

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

Wait here Roy.

Bitte.

Good luck Roy.

Hey, will you cut it out?

- Hey, did anybody see my green socks? - Check in the garbage.

- Hello there Roy. - Hello Elliot, glad to see you.

- I'm certainly glad to see you back. - Thank you.

And where's your German accent?

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

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

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

- I'll see you at dinner? - Right-O.

- Good. - See you later.

Say, why aren't you getting dressed? Aren't you coming to meet Helen?

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

Tea?

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

Oh well alright but first we got to get you dressed.

Say, we got to get him dressed, he's going to see his girl.

Now, now, wait a minute now. Listen, I've got to have my shirt.

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

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

Say, listen, will you pl...

- Will you... - Say, my green socks.

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

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

Yes, thank you.

Fine reception.

- Roy, maybe she's forgotten. - Not Helen, she's not that sort.

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

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

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

Monte...

- Roy? - Helen.

Oh, terribly sorry, mother's fault, shopping.

I simply flew. My, isn't it hot?

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

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

- Yes, you are, aren't you? - No, not one.

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

Oh, that's better, cigarette Roy?

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

Poor boy, it must be the heat.

Extra, extra, all about the war.

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

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

Oh shut up, I'm trying to think.

It's terrible.

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

Me? Oh Roy, I hope not.

Oh, they can't want me, I'm not a soldier, what use would I be to them?

I couldn't kill anyone.

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

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

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

Then suppose England comes in.

Why Roy, that it'd be horrible. I never could do that. Why, I love England.

Oh, will you shut up?

Monte, Germany is declared war on France.

Oh Roy, how do you spell ecstatic?

Special delivery letter for Karl Arnstedt.

- What's the matter Karl? - Someone ill?

Karl?

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

Our ambassador at Berlin received his passport at 7 o'clock last evening.

And since 11 o'clock last night a state of war has existed...

between Germany and ourselves.

Seven?

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

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

Move along there, move along, you'll grow into it.

Present arms.

Come on there, come on, present, arms.

Give it to him, you bloody fool.

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

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

Let go, do you hear?

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

Hey, you with the fallen arches...

- I enlisted Monte, in the Royal Flying Corp. - You're a fool Roy.

- Really? - How lovely.

My grandfather was in the guard during the Revolution.

Oh, he was?

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

- Doesn't he? - It's ripping.

- Where? - Tell me, what have you joined?

- The infantry? - No, the Royal Flying Corp.

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

by and for capitalism.

Why should we fight this war? For capitalism?

You will die, you will die. All your sons will die for capitalism.

Down with capitalism, down with war.

- Down with the anarchists. - That's right.

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

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