Red Tails

Germans.

Let's get them!

Where are

the damn fighters going?

They've gone chasing scalps,

leaving us unprotected again.

Damn those

glory-grabbing bastards!

Bandits! Hundreds of them!

Six o'clock!

Is there anything

left of our escort?

Negative, boss.

Damn it! Why don't

they worry about us?

I can't believe this!

It never fails.

Oh, no.

Stay with me.

This is Bouncing Betty.

Engine three is out.

We're falling back. Two,

you take lead position.

Need the extinguisher.

Hank!

Mayday! Mayday!

Prepare to bail out.

I repeat, prepare to bail...

Red One to Red Two, come in.

Are you awake

over there, Lightning?

Yeah, yeah, sorry.

Boy, I need a nap!

Well, look alive. Wouldn't

want you to miss this war.

War is hell. What we're doing

is just boring as hell.

Whoever she was, I hope she

was worth losing sleep over.

Oh, trust me, she was worth it!

Junior.

Junior, you okay?

Fine as wine, Red One. The sky

is blue and my guns are hot.

Joker, you all right?

Nope. I feel like I'm flying

my grandfather's Buick.

Coolant indicator's

all over the map.

And to think I was as happy as a

church lady when I got this plane.

All right, Red Four, you're done.

Take it on home.

Come on now, Captain, this gauge

over here is a piece of crap.

Captain, let me give it a looky

before you send him back.

He's not trailing

any oil or water.

Seems to me like he's

just got a bad indicator.

Come on, Easy. Let

me fly, sir, please?

You know it ain't gonna be

no fun without me.

All right. Okay.

You stay on, Red Four.

You stay on, but you keep

an eye on it, all right?

Thank you, sweetheart.

Just my luck I get stuck

with the flying wreck.

Another P-40 from

Uncle Sam's junkyard.

It looks like we

got a truck up there.

It's got German markings.

Junior, it's your turn.

Yes, sir!

Prepare to feel

the wrath of the Ray Gun.

I'm on your wing, Junior!

Come on.

You see that?

Congratulations, kid.

You killed yourself a truck.

Whoo-hoo!

We can go back victorious.

Everybody, form up.

We're going home.

Uh...

Easy, I see something. It's a train!

Eleven o'clock.

I don't think it's German.

I don't see any guns.

Looks like they're

moving livestock to me.

No. It's military.

It's camouflaged.

It could just be cows.

You don't want to shoot up no

cows if you don't have to.

Unless y'all

planning on a barbecue.

Nobody sees any guns?

I'm telling you, Easy,

that's a munitions train.

And I bet it's

armed to the teeth.

You grown-ups better think fast.

It's headed for that tunnel.

All right. Only one way to find out.

Let's go get it.

Wait. Easy,

we got to take it head-on,

low, so their guns

can't hit us.

It's my decision, Lightning.

Stay in formation.

Looks like these

cows are armed.

Come on.

Stay in front of it!

Die, you Nazi dogs!

Dang! Those cows

just shot up my wing!

No sweat. No sweat.

If that train makes it into the

tunnel, they'll stop in there.

Where's Lightning?

Where the hell

are you, Lightning?

Taking the train from the front,

like you should have done.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Gotcha!

Whoa! Shit!

Whoa!

Whoo!

Nothing like a good old

Georgia ass-whupping.

Just trying to keep

you boys inspired.

How's this headline

for inspiration?

"Negro Pilot Dies Because He's

Too Stupid To Follow Orders."

Your plane looks like

it's been through a shredder.

How are you going to

explain that to Coffee?

By explaining to him that I'm

the one who blew up the train.

You boys go on ahead.

I've spotted something.

Lightning destroyed

another one.

Look at that mess.

Look at that mess.

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