My medal! Oh, my God!
My medal, have you seen it?
Hey, Wiener!
Thanks, buddy.
-Why'd you do that? -Now we're even!
-Right waist, call in. -I'm gonna kill you!
Radio operator, see what's happening.
Don't ever touch me when I'm on my gun!
-You hear me? -Break it up!
-Get him back on his gun!
-What happened? -Jack threw my medal out the window!
I'm finished, Danny, finished!
No, you're not. Here.
Take my lucky rubber band.
It works! I swear to God it works. You'll be all right. Okay?
You'll be okay! I want it back.
Navigator, give us the position.
That's the Third Reich down there.
Now the shit really hits the fan.
You better come take a look.
We got to liven up that whole area.
And make sure the banner is centered.
What's the meaning of this?
Put the piano on the platform. It's just a little party, Colonel.
I did not order this. I did not order this.
Leave this to me. The Memphis Belle's my job.
My job is to approve everything on this base. I didn't approve a homecoming.
You're working too hard at being a hard-ass.
What's the harm in a party for these guys? They're special.
I have 24 crews up there. They are all special to me.
Great story, but baloney's my business. I know it when I see it.
All you care about is getting planes in the air. Results. Brown-nosing HQ.
-The only man-- -Come with me.
You don't care if these men live or die. It's just another airplane--
Sit down!
Start reading.
This is from a father whose son had his head blown off over Lorient.
-You're cracking up. -Read it!
''Dear Col. Harriman: Thank you for the letter about my son.
''He must have made a big impression...
''...because you described him exactly.
''I wish you could have told me...
''...how Tommy died, but I guess we must be careful about security.
''I'm glad he was brave to the end.
''Maybe we raised him right after all.
''We'll get used to him being gone...
''...but not too soon, I hope.
''I can read your letter to bring him back. ''
''Dear sir, Your letter of December 10 finally made me realize...
''...my husband is gone. I have been living...
''...in the false hopes that the telegram was a mistake. ''
''Dear sir, I am writing on behalf of my parents...
''...who appreciated your letter...
''...about my brother's death. We were all glad to know that Frank didn't suffer...
''...and was not alone when he died. ''
''I saw him off at the train station.
''He was excited to be doing something important with his life.
''He couldn't stop looking at his shoulder stripes. ''
''I hope when it's over the world will have learned...
''...there's a better way to solve its problems.
''My prayers are for my husband's comrades.
''May they fly safely and return home soon.
''Best wishes, Mrs. Peterman. ''
Bandits, five o'clock!
Bogey, five o'clock low.
Three o'clock high.
I said don't yell on the intercom!
Breaking low at five o'clock. Ball turret, watch out.
Fighter at ten coming in a half-roll.
That guy had blue eyes!
Tail gunner, one coming down from six.
190, twelve o'clock high!
He's going for C Cup.
Oh, God. He doesn't have a parachute!
Everyone make sure you have your chutes.
Parachutes?
There isn't even room to breathe here.
Then put your safety strap on.
-It hurts. -Do it!
I just heard from C Cup.
They're leaving formation. We're in the lead now.
Bye-bye C Cup.
The bogeyman's gonna get them.
Danny, get me C channel to talk to Group.
Those poor bastards.
This is the Memphis Belle.
We're lead plane now.
I'll do my best to get the bombs right in and get us out safe.
I'll need all the help you can give, so let's tighten up and be on our toes.
We're three minutes and thirty seconds from the bomb run.
One o'clock!
Ball turret, watch out.
I'm jammed! He's coming at me!
Help me!
He's coming at me!
And your mother, too!
Damn!
Jack's hit!
Val, go take a look at Jack.
I'm two minutes from the bomb run.
Gene, take care of it.
Hold still! Let me look!
What are you laughing about?
It's a scratch! It's nothing!
You're screaming like a stuck pig.
They destroyed my favorite harmonica.
Oh, you rotten sons of bitches!
You son of a bitch. You scared the shit out of me.
How'd you do that?
Magic.
Flak! Twelve o'clock level. Here we go.
They got about 500 antiaircraft guns around Bremen.
I could live without knowing that.
Clay, what are the odds of us getting out alive?
I was just figuring that out.
Damn.
What's wrong?
A big piece of Nazi flak just hit my turret.
-Are you okay? -I guess.
-You guess or you are? -I am!
All right. I hope everybody's wearing their flak jackets.
Mother and Country calling Memphis Belle.
Danny, this flak is not like I expected. Can't we fly above it?
No, we got to fly straight through it or we'll be off target.
It¡¦s just four minutes.
Yeah, just.
Bombardier, I'm turning on the autopilot.
You're flying the plane from here to target.
She's all yours.
Roger.
Hold her steady.
I've never seen it this thick before.
Luke's hit! Luke's hit!
-Dennis is hit! -It's not me!
It's not me. It must be you. I think he's in shock.
No, you're in shock!
Val, get up here, quick!
I'm on the bomb run.
It's definitely not me!
There's someone's blood all over the cockpit!
Captain, it's tomato soup.
What was that?
There's a hole as big as my dick in the left wing.
We're losing fuel!
Virge, get on the fuel transfer pump!
The electrics must be out on the left side! I'll do it by hand!
Luke, get back there! Save as much fuel as we can!
Two minutes to target.
Bomb bay doors open.
Bombardier to pilot. Target is covered. Looks like a smoke screen.
Fuel transfer complete. We saved a little.
How does that target look?
Target totally obscured.
Thirty seconds to target.
Val, I need those bombs on target. The whole group is bombing with us.
If I can't see, I can't see!
What are you doing?
We're going to bomb the factory, even if it means going around again.
That's suicide! It's asking the Nazis to blow us out of the sky!
I'm in command!
Captain, what do I do?
Bombardier, report.
Visibility zero.
If you do, we're dead!
We're going again.
Danny, get me C Channel to talk to Group.
Get off!
-Just drop them, Val. -Shut up!
Please.
It'll be five minutes to get to the start of the bomb run.
Navigator, give me a position.
Navigator! Did you hear me?
Yes, sir.
Everybody listen.
I know you want to drop the bombs and get out.
But there's civilians down there. A school.
If we don't drop the bombs on target, innocent people will be killed.
So what? They're all Nazis!
Shut up!
I don't want to do this any more than you. We were sent to bomb a factory.
If we don't do it, someone will have to come back and do it for us.
Nobody said this would be fun and games. It's our job. Ours. Nobody else's.
If we do this right...
...we can always be proud of it.
That's all I want, fellows. Believe me.
Let's get back to work. Call out those fighters.
Bandits, three o'clock high!
I see them.
At eleven.
They'll be all over us in a second.
Scattered at four, lining up to come in.
Bandit, 12 o'clock high. Look out, Cockpit, he's heading for you.
What, should I spit on him?
Tail gunner, how you doing?
Just peachy, Lieutenant.
Well, if you need any help, let me know.
I sure will, but I think I'm fine right now.
Lieutenant, actually, I do need some help back here.
-Tail gunner, what's wrong? -I'm running out of ammo.
I'll take care of it.
Why can't someone else? Left waist, right waist?
We got fighters all over us back here.
I'm the only one not doing anything.
Make it fast.
Watch that fighter at ten coming in a half roll.
Jerry, five high. Gene, watch yourself.
Breaking under. Watch him, ball turret.
Read you, Bombardier.
Watch it.
I owe you one, brother. Nice view you got here.
Tail gunner, see that bandit at seven low? He's all yours.
Two bogies at four high.
Messerschmitts coming fast.
Ball turret, 109s about seven low.
I'm on him.
Two at three high. Keep you eyes open.
Seven level, coming like a son of a bitch!
I got him!
It's the rookies. They got the rookies.
Memphis Belle calling Mother and Country.
Mother and Country, come in!
Oh, my God! Help us!
Oh, God! No!
How many chutes from Mother and Country?
-I saw two. -Yeah, two.
Captain, this is the bomb run.
-Bombardier, I'm turning it over to you. -Roger.
It's all yours, Val.
Luke, after delivery I'll try some evasive action to avoid this flak.
Be ready on runner.
Whatever you say. You know what you're doing.
Bombardier, how does that target look?
Like shit.
Captain, I still can't see a thing.
Oh, Lord. Come on.
Bombardier, how does that target look?
Target's still covered, Captain.
What should I do?
Captain, do you read me?
Yes, I read you.
My sight says I'm over the target. What do you want me to do?
That's it.
That's it! Bombs away!
Okay, boys, we've done our job for Uncle Sam.
Now we're flying for ourselves.
Bomb doors closing.
Jerry, breaking low to nine o'clock.
Ball turret, watch it! Watch it!
I'm jammed. I'm stuck. Shit, I'm stuck again!
Virge, get me out of here!
He's coming right at me! I'm jammed again!
Virge, help!
Grab hold of me! Undo your safety strap! Hold on.
Come on up here!
Grab onto me!
I got you, Rascal, I got you! Grab hold of me! Come on!
Come on!
You're okay. You're safe.
You're all right. You're going to be okay. Listen, you're all right. You're okay.
Come here. You're okay.
You're okay. You're going home.
-Now what? -Call in!
Call in now!
Fire extinguisher!
I'll take care of Danny!
Rascal, watch Danny!
Danny's hurt.
Val, Danny's hurt. Go see what you can do.
-How bad is it? -I guess it's pretty bad, Val.
-What are you doing? It's Danny! -I can't. There's fighters--
I'll cover your gun. Go!
-Maybe somebody in the back-- -You're the doctor!
That's just it. I'm not, Phil. I lied.
I only had two weeks of medical school. I don't know anything!
Just do it!
Somebody just shot a big chunk off the tail.
There's a fire in number four!
Cut fuel! Feather prop! Fire extinguishers! Generator off!
-Call out those fighters! -Danny's in bad shape.
-How's Rascal? -Okay.
The extinguisher's not working. We got to do something or we'll lose that wing.
We got to dive.
-I'll need your help to pull out of it. -I'm not going anywhere.
Memphis Belle to Group.
We're diving to put out a fire. Wingman, you're lead plane.
Everybody, hang on.
275!
We're exceeding maximum dive speed.
-We got to level out. -The fire's not out. Just a little more.
A little more and we'll lose the wing.
Trust me. Just a few seconds more.
It's out!
Come on!
Crew, we're at 10,000 feet. You can come off oxygen.
Thanks, Luke.
Once in a while I do something right.
I don't know what to do. He's lost a lot of blood.
How far is it to base?
On three engines, two or two-and-a-half hours.
Two-and-a-half hours? He'll never make it.
-Val, help him! -What do you want from me?
He needs a hospital. All I have is a first-aid kit.
Here you go, Danny.
Okay, there's one more thing we can do.
What? Let's do it.
Put a parachute on him and push him out.
-Jesus! -It's crawling with Germans down there.
-They'll take him to a hospital. -If they don't kill him for fun.
It's his only chance! Another crew did it.
-He was conscious. -Danny can't pull the cord.
We can pull it first.
-He could fall in a lake and drown. -Can't we wait?
We'll be over the North Sea in 10 minutes. It'll be too late.
We're going to do it, we have to do it now.
-Watch his back. -Keep his head up.
-Don't push! -Be careful.
I'll go along with anything you say. You're the doctor.
-We just don't have a choice. -Tell the men that's my decision.
Phil! I don't want any argument.
-Please don't do it. -It's his only chance.
No, you're his only chance, but you're too chicken to help him!
-If he stays on board, he'll die. -If you throw him out he'll die.
You can save him!
So what if you're not a doctor yet? You can help him. I know you can.
He needs you! He's going to die!
Don't do this. You'll always regret it. I know you're scared.
We're all scared! Now go help Danny.
Let's go! All right. Hold his head.
Come on, baby.
There they are!
-Seven! -Eight!
-No, nine! -Did you get the one over there?
-How many so far? -Nine.
There's another one.
The Belle?
No, sir, not yet.
Feather prop. Cut fuel.
Listen, we're flying on two engines now.
Let's lighten up. Throw out everything. We're close to home, so lose your guns.
We never did get that fighter, did we?
Oh, shit on a stick! Fuck!
Lord have mercy. You can have my bullets, too.
Ain't that a pretty sight?
''I balanced all, brought all to mind
''The years to come seemed waste of breath
''A waste of breath the years behind
''In balance with this life, this death''
Yeats.
It's okay, Danny.
I didn't write that. It was W.B. Yeats.
Take it easy.
Don't do this to me, Danny!
Damn it!
One more like that.
You try that again and I'll kill you.
Landing gear.
Something's wrong.
Something is wrong. My wheel didn't come down.
Fine. Take it back up. We'll belly land.
Nothing's coming up or going down.
The electrics must be totally out.
Virge, lower the wheel by hand. Luke, tell me when it's down.
Crew, take positions for crash landing.
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Come on, Jack, you got to help me.
-We're losing number three. -Are we out of fuel?
Fuel gauge is out. How long can we fly on one engine?
I don't know. I guess we'll find out.
Get out of the way, Virge!
Come on! Faster! Faster!
Come on! I got it! I got it!
Hurry up!
We're not going to die!
Oh, my God! It's only got one wheel down.
Flaps!
We're not going to die!
We'll live!
We made it!
We made it, Genie the weenie!
We're home, Danny boy.
I love you!
Welcome back.
Terra firma, huh?
Can we clear this area?
Can we have the officers in front?
Luke, come around to the front.
Officers in the center.
Just take the picture, Bruce.
What's wrong, Captain? (Revised by gi0001tw at http://www.pfmovie.com)