Dark Blue World Page #3

If he gives you his notebook then he is lending it to you.

But if you want it from him then you "borrow" it from him.

So if he gives it to me, it's lend and if...

I give it to him, it's "borrow"?

Yes!

No!

No language! Just madness.

Where do you think you're going, young man?

Out. English, not for me.

Young man, I am fighting the enemy by teaching you English

and I will teach you English.

Do not sabotage my war effort!

Stop fooling about, Karel.

Sorry.

Two o'clock.

Twelve o'clock.

Six o'clock.

Ten o'clock.

Ladies!

Excuse me,

a fortnight without just isn't healthy.

A little well in an open field...

I'm trying to do your mouth, so shut it!

Why don't we go to the beach sometime.

I've never swum in the sea.

- It's freezing - Just to dip our toes.

Hey. Look!

What d'you think he's saying?

He's trying to land them.

- I'd just get a slap in the face. - You mustn't frighten them.

Machaty begins by asking the way. Say, to the Officers' Mess.

But doesn't he know where it is?

It's a device.

Women like to help you when you're in trouble when...

they don't feel threatened. It's how you break the ice.

Did Machaty tell you that?

It's common knowledge.

Great!

I guess English is important after all.

There's no resemblance.

You just shut up Deadman.

With your name you don't belong in a plane

but a coffin.

This supposed to be me?

Yes, I'd like you to have it.

Grinning like an idiot for this!

It's only good to scare kids!

Excuse me, Sir.

My boys are wondering when they will have permission to fly.

Sir, we are fully trained pilots of the Czechoslovak Airforce.

Some of us have even seen battle over France.

You are wasting us.

Patience, Slama.

The history of warfare is littered with the graves of the impatient.

Sir, the Nazis have occupied our country.

We don't know if our families are alive or dead.

Slowly, slowly catch your monkey.

What did he say?

Monkey catching.

Us? Makes sense. We've done just about everything else.

Lift up your shirt.

Were you in France, when we invaded?

- Yes. - And what did you think?

- How you moved! Breathtaking. - Don't breathe.

Blitzkrieg.

A short and sweet war.

Take a deep breath.

It was hard to be a German and not be proud.

You can breathe now.

The English returned from their missions

with empty magazines,

and all we could do was

circle the airfield, target-shooting.

There's no way they'll go up today.

We've become the permanent reserve.

I wouldn't bet on it, Sir.

I already had this one.

Lend me another to do the tits.

This one?

No, I need her.

A little well, made of stone,

in an open field stands alone...

Would you mind not singing, Sir, I'm afraid I might cut you.

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