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You did? Fine.
Go on.
In midair?
- Did yours explode?
- No.
Yes. We do have a pilot missing.
- That'll be him, I'm afraid.
- Ask him.
Thanks. Goodbye.
- But...
- Only Fabian. He never got out. No SE5.
But somebody must have seen
my SE5 go down.
Not necessarily.
It often happens.
No confirmation, no claim.
That's a squadron rule.
But I saw it. It was a kill.
Then you have the deep satisfaction of
knowing you have served the fatherland.
It went down here, our side of the line.
Why couldn't the army look for it?
- They have other things to do.
- Somebody must have seen it.
Fabian might have seen it.
Corporal Rupp? We're gonna search
sector five. Get your motorcycle.
- But...
- Be in the mess in five minutes.
Herr Leutnant.
- Back to the mess, Herr Leutnant?
- No, I'm gonna search that wood over there.
- You already have, Herr Leutnant.
- What?
You searched that one an hour ago.
Well, we're gonna search it again.
What's the matter, Rupp?
Too close to the guns for you?
- Thank you, Corporal.
- It's been a pleasure, Herr Leutnant.
You have finished
your wild-goose chase, I hope.
- Yes, Herr Hauptmann.
- Found nothing, huh?
No.
If every pilot were to go careering around
France looking for unconfirmed aircraft,
there'd be no air force left.
And Corporal Rupp has
- Do you understand?
- Yes, Herr Hauptmann.
"Unconfirmed by army" means
"unconfirmed", and that's final.
Good night, Stachel.
Stachel!
Come and join us.
- Brandy, please.
- Champagne, Herr Leutnant.
Willi got his 20th kill today.
He's being awarded the Blue Max.
Uh-huh.
I see you've had a hard day.
No one's ever done that before
about an unconfirmed kill.
Quite novel. You must be in a hurry.
- To your Blue Max.
- Blue Max.
I don't suppose
you've had an unconfirmed kill.
Oh, but I have. I've had, uh... three.
Then you've shot down 23?
No. 20.
By the way, Stachel,
there's an impression around that
you care more about your unconfirmed kill
than you do about Fabian's death.
Perhaps it's force of habit.
In the trenches
we couldn't even bury the dead.
There were too many of them.
I've never had the time to discuss them
over a glass of champagne.
Well, never mind, Stachel.
To your unconfirmed victory.
Next time you must have witnesses.
Witnesses.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Pairings for next week's sorties.
- Let's have them.
- I'll fly with Becker.
Heller and Braun.
- Von Klinger and I will do the ground strafe.
- Gruber and I will fly together.
Good. Who'll fly with Stachel?
I'll fly with Stachel.
He's... he's bringing her in.
This one is dead, Herr Leutnant.
- Easy, easy.
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