Revenge of the Red Baron Page #2

Oh, don't you know?

It's the new Canadian fellow, Brown.

A cultural note, Lieutenant Brown,

there is a custom among us

called the toast.

It takes place when gentlemen rise

and drink to an object of mutual esteem.

It is expected that

all gentlemen present take part.

I'd rather pass, Lieutenant.

Is it that you don't care for our wine?

Oh, well, he can't drink anyway, you know.

- And why not?

- Ulcers.

He takes something white for them.

Would you like to take the toast in milk,

Mr. Brown?

Your von Richthofen is not an object

of my esteem, Lieutenant,

and I won't drink to the bastard

in wine or milk.

Gentlemen, that's quite enough.

I'm sorry you feel as you do,

Lieutenant Brown.

You don't have to explain to him, Major.

We believe, Lieutenant Brown,

that men can be enemies

without becoming beasts.

Those who survive this business will find

they still have need of those traditions

which separates gentlemen from savages.

I'll save my wine for the next gentleman

your German knight blasts out of the sky.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Racist bugger.

Leave his wine, anyhow.

Let it stay at his place and go sour.

We have to hit them harder, gentlemen.

We have the advantage now,

but we can't keep it forever.

We have to the win while we still have it.

All right, now,

watch out for those new S.E.s,

they're very fast. Very fast.

Richthofen.

I wasn't speaking to you alone, you know.

I don't expect you to

win the war single-handed.

Why not, Major?

Because I need you.

There aren't many men like you.

Another year of this,

there will be even fewer.

In a year's time,

we will be having our lunch in London.

Manfred,

you know, sometimes I think

you don't hear anything I tell you.

Do you really think you'll live forever?

Every moment I'm in the air

with these Spandaus in my hands,

that's forever.

Good luck.

Stay in the sun.

Boelke's dead because of

that damn clown from the provinces.

Easy.

- Von did another victory!

- He didn't hit Richthofen.

It was your landing gear he struck.

Why the hell didn't you pull up?

It was Von you hit, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

So that's it.

I don't have a "von" in front of my name.

You're all a bunch of peasants.

You let him get away with murder

because he's Baron von Richthofen.

I did what I felt was best.

I thought that

if I could head right for the English,

as though I were going ram him he...

I owed Boelke everything.

- If I could've taken his place...

- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Goddamn you, you'll never take his place.

You killed him.

And if they ever give

this squadron to me...

I'll put in for transfer 10 minutes later.

If Richthofen did cause the accident,

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