The Dawn Patrol Page #2

better planes, men, fliers.

Say it, why don't you say it?

I'm not blaming anyone, Brand.

Why don't they chuck it?

It isn't funny anymore.

You know what it is?

Brand is just about at the end of his tether.

His nerves are frayed out.

It's the responsibility.

Running the show on the ground

when he'd infinitely rather be...

...up there in a plane himself,

personally taking all the risks.

For a chap of Brand's temperament...

...a dangerous job is much easier

than sending other fellows into danger.

He has nothing against Courtney.

He relies on him and he needs him.

- It's a funny war.

- No, not, not awfully.

I say, Courtney,

do you remember Griggs in the 37th?

- Yes.

- He was killed the other day near Allensville.

- Pulled the wings off an FE.

- Was he? I hadn't heard.

I'll never forget Griggie's first solo flight.

He pancaked on top of that house...

...found himself upside down,

looking into the girl's bedroom.

Yes. And she opened the window,

and bashed him on the nose.

You're not gonna play

that again, are you?

- It's a beautiful thing.

- It smells.

- Makes me want to cry.

- Yeah, me too.

Who did that?

You do not appreciate good music.

- Hey.

- Hey!

- Furniture, the furniture.

- I've gotta deal with these things--

- I'll take that.

- Please, no.

I told you you'd get hurt.

Now, why don't you sit down.

- Scotty. Scotty.

- Hey. Hey.

Come in.

Here, give it to me.

- Anything more, sir?

- No.

- Is there an E in "courageously," Brand?

- Courageously? Yes, of course.

I'm just sending a letter of sympathy

to Mrs. Machen.

I'm puzzled over that word.

It has an unfamiliar look.

Unfamiliar?

Well, you've written it often enough.

Don't you think our letters of sympathy

are becoming stereotyped?

I think I'll try and alter my prose style

and humanize this one.

Well, no matter how you write it...

...it'll break her heart just the same.

Hooray! Hooray!

"Hurrah for the next man who dies."

Bluffing as though death doesn't mean

anything. Trying to live for the moment...

...as if they didn't care a hang

about going up tomorrow--

And never coming back.

Because they don't come back...

...do they?

No, but new ones keep coming up.

It goes on and on.

- Hello, yes, 59th.

- Brand?

- This is Brand.

- We have a nice job for you.

A good one this time. I understand.

Starting tomorrow you are to patrol

every two hours starting at 5, ask Emma.

Wait a minute, sir.

Where do I get the men to do it?

- Are you there?

- Yes? Yes, sir.

- Replacements move up tonight.

- Replacements?

- Oh, they're on their way here now.

- They report before dawn.

- Yes, sir.

- Send the new men up.

- Yes.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes