Flyboys Page #2

Follow me.

(STUTTERING)

Who keeps a lion as a pet?

Start over there.

I'll give you your room assignments.

Jensen and Toddman.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Room one.

Skinner and Lowry, room number three.

- Excuse me. Skinner and I?

- Is there a problem?

It would be like sharing a room

with one of my servants back home.

Lowry, we'll put you in two with Beagle.

Rawlings, you'll go in three with Skinner.

If there are any further objections,

please take them up with Whiskey.

Okay.

I'll see you all at training

tomorrow morning at 6:30.

JENSEN:
Excuse me, sir?

- Who rooms with the lion tamer?

- Cassidy?

He has 20 kills.

Twenty...

He gets a room on his own.

Let's get it over with.

You got any objection to rooming

with a colored man?

I don't know, you're the first one

I ever seen up close.

What have you heard?

I heard it's good luck to rub your head.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Just telling you what I heard.

Rub my head.

- MAN:
Think the drinks are free for flyboys?

- Maybe if it's water.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MEN SINGING TAKE ME BACK

TO DEAR OLD BLIGHTY)

(MEN CHATTERING)

(MEN CHEERING)

Sorry, gentlemen.

I'm afraid I can't allow you entrance

into this fine establishment.

This respite is reserved for killers.

- You don't look like a killer to me.

- Don't I?

I thought we all are on the same side.

You shot down any Germans

I don't know about, chocolate?

- Not yet.

- Then move on, chaps.

Attaboy, fuzzy.

Did you slip there, killer?

CASSID Y:
Sit down, Grant.

- I can take him.

- No, you can't.

He's a professional.

I saw him fight in Paris.

He knocked a guy out in the eighth round.

Sixth.

(MEN SINGING)

Now, as for all of us being

on the same side,

until you actually do something,

you're not even in this war,

let alone in this room.

TODDMAN:
Why not?

We're all fighting for the French,

same as you.

Not the same as me.

Let's go, champ.

(MEN CHEERING)

SKINNER:
Still wanna rub my head?

(RAWLINGS LAUGHS)

Gentlemen, this is the Nieuport 17.

This plane is the newest French fighter.

When you are proficient enough,

you'll be among the first to fly it.

But remember, it is the man

and not the machine that matters.

His bullet is no faster than yours.

Go on your left. On your right.

Watch your back.

Okay, Skinner.

- That's good.

- I got that.

Watch the fuel.

If you run out of gas,

you will sleep with the Germans.

(COUNTING IN FRENCH)

Stop!

Come on, Toddman. Watch your balance.

No. Come on. Go, go, go.

(COUNTING IN FRENCH)

Come on, Jensen. Go, go, go, Jensen.

Come on, Rawlings. Go, go. Come on.

Watch your balance, no.

Poor Skinner.

A word about equipment.

This is the Escadrille scarf.

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