The Red Baron (Der Rote Baron) (Der rote Baron)

There? Where?

Next to the fallen beech tree.

Get down. Down!

Present arms!

It's a bomb!

- Are you out of your bloody minds? - Yes, sir.

You risked the squadron's planes to attend an enemy funeral?

- Yes, sir. - Lehmann and Sterni knew him, sir.

Captain Winston Clyde Walker.

Yes. I mean, sir. My uncle, the duke of Westchester—

It's his mother' brother-in-law.

Lehmann and I, we went to school with him. Eton, sir.

You're talking about a British pilot, for heaven's sake!

Pity he's not with us anymore, sir.

Oh, what the hell. Dismissed!

Jo

Heard you got yourself some holes while paying your condolences, Richthofen.

- I love these small gossipy airfields, Kirmaier. - Anyone want a cigarette?

French?

- - Richthofen brought down a two-seater.

I suppose that's to make up for ignoring my orders.

No. It's adding to my score.

I just got the report. A British RE-8 crashed 12 kilometers from here.

Let's go find your prey, and let's get your kill confirmed, you bastard.

Help me. Help me!

Careful, all right?

One. Two. Three.

- - I said careful!

All right. All right.

Hurry up. He's bloody heavy.

He's losing a lot of blood.

Take these off.

You will be all right. You will be all right.

You can take him.

Pick him up.

Thank you. You saved this man's life.

No. I shot him down.

The French send their condolences and claim the kill.

The service for Kirmaier will be held at 1600 hours.

The pilot who led the attack against us four days ago—

It was Hawker.

What?

Major Lanoe Hawker?

The very man, sir.

I saw his face. Full beard,

and the grim reaper painted on his fuselage.

Scary fellow. Downed nine of us.

When they used to fly the unarmed reconnaissance,

he lashed a one-shot hunting rifle to his fuselage.

We almost touched wings. Had a hard time to stay out of his way.

When you got that close, why didn't you attack?

I only attack if I can win.

How badly do you want the Pour le Mérite?

I'd kill for it.

I just received a cable from Supreme Headquarters.

And guess what. They badly want to give it to you.

Why don't they then?

You know the rules.

And not even imperial command will bend them for you.

So hurry up and shoot down that captured balloon.

I hunt aeroplanes, sir, not objects that cannot move.

You're not a hunter, Lieutenant. You are a soldier, and you will follow orders,

especially when they come straight from General von Hoeppner.

Jo

What if I shoot down Hawker?

Stay away from Hawker. You're no match for him.

Has anybody got a spanner?

I don't believe it.

So you finally did it. You bagged yourself a legend.

That made you a legend too.

Oswald Boelke. The first of the aces.

They're desperate to find someone to fill the gap he left.

You know what he once said to me when I asked how he manages his business?

“Well, it's quite simple.

“I fly close to my man, aim well,

and then of course he falls down.”

Hey. Sterni and I drive to Arras.

Why don't you join us for a drink?

We could look for the little nurse.

I mean, the sooner you have her, the sooner you'll get her out of your system.

- Can't have ties to the ground, can we? -

- Werner! - Hmm?

I'll fill that gap.

I'll be the first of the aces.

Sit down and have a drink with us.

Here.

- I'm married, you know. - L Chaim.

L'Chaim.

Take care of that.

Lieutenant. The name is von Richthofen.

Pleased to meet you again, mademoiselle.

I know your name. Well?

The pilot you shot down— He told me who you were.

Did he survive?

Do you really care, or are you just curious?

The latter. At least you are honest.

It's a start, isn't it? Can you be caring without being curious in the first place?

So— what's your name?

His name is Captain Roy Brown.

And he is alive, no thanks to you.

He told me you are a supreme professional... and a tricky rascal.

Well, tell him that I'm honored by his compliments...

and hope I never have to meet him in the skies again.

He might get the better of me.

And I might not be lucky enough...

to have such a gorgeous attendant.

Unbelievable. Enjoy your evening.

Do you happen to know what became of my scarf?

I'll have it sent to you.

No. Keep It. It'll bring you luck.

Stop! Here we go.

I'm starving. Yeah, me too.

Prussians don't whine, gentlemen.

Prussia's highest bravery award.

L'Ordre Pour le Mérite.

High Command is giving you tremendous responsibility, young man,

going far beyond this medal.

You're promoted to lead not only the men I have just placed under your command.

You've been chosen as a leader of all fighting men.

A symbol of courage, bravery and boldness and determination.

A symbol of Germany's superiority.

Pilots are like gods, Richthofen.

When we lost Boelke, our troops lost a hero.

And if our enemy can kill a god, what chance does the poor farmhand...

dug deep into the trenches think he has?

Hmm? Gods don't die.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir. Fine.

You're dismissed, gentlemen.

Slow down. Lothar.

I know! Keep the rudder straight. Go over there.

Stop now! Let me— Lothar—

Go straight, man. I said straight.

You're not going straight. can't concentrate! If you—

Everybody comes to honor our son,

and all they do is play with that plane.

Like little boys.

As if my brothers would ever grow up. Handsome little boys.

Watch out! I take a left now.

Lothar. Slow down!

Let them enjoy their youth...

whilst they can.

Slow down! I know, Manfred!

Would you please shut up!

Go over there— Watch the haystack!

Okay, I'll go faster now.

whoa! Faster when you pull that. Make way!

Watch out!

Watch the haystack! Lothar! Oh, no!

Keep the sun on your back.

Don't fire too soon. It just warns your opponent. It has no other effect.

Best range for shooting Is 50 meters, not more.

But remember,

our task is to bring down eroplanes, not men.

So stop firing when your opponent's falling.

Gentlemen, we are sportsmen, not butchers.

Merci. De rien.

Gentlemen,

I'd like you to meet my chief mechanic, Sergeant Rouber.

Dismissed!

- Sir. - Stop clicking your heels, Menzke.

Yes, sir.

- Hello. - Oh. I almost forgot.

If each of you hasn't shot down at least one in the next four weeks, you're fired.

Lieutenant, this is a hospital. Who do you think you are?

I am sorry. You knew him well?

I still don't know your name.

Kate... Otersdorf.

German name?

Ah. German father. I see.

Love these French cigarettes.

You're a... very beautiful woman.

I was hoping to see you again.

I thought maybe you might be wearing my scarf.

I'll get it for you.

I couldn't get all the stains out.

Mademoiselle.