that
the front needs planes.
We are doing everything we can
to get the planes off in time.
Try, Comrades.
Try your best.
Don't worry. Although I do
understand your apprehension.
The boys are inexperienced.
Only one has a little more
than twenty hours of flying time.
Those snivelers will ruin
the equipment.
I won't sign the forms if they
find even the slightest problem.
The ally landed a little rough.
I get chest pains just
watching you land, Baron.
I'll give you a pillow.
So you don't break your
butt when you land.
I don't land any worse than that ally.
Something happened.
It ran out of gas
or the engine stalled.
Follow me!
Stop all landings!
Until the runway's been cleared
everyone should hang in the air!
Should I translate it as "hang"?
Any way you can. If they
want to live they'll understand.
What happened?
The engine probably stalled.
Shoot the heroics.
Or just the usual mess.
It's not going well for the allies either.
Quicker, guys!
Four of you go there.
The rest follow me. Run!
Get it off the runway.
Push, guys!
Come on, more.
Grab the handle.
Free up the wheel.
Ease up on the right wing!
Hold it.
We did it!
Hey, ally, get out of the plane.
- You landed, Yankee. Get out.
- Maybe he broke something.
We made it in time. But the ally
doesn't want to get out.
Maybe he got hurt?
God forbid. Get him out!
Yankee, that's it. Kaput.
- Get out!
- You alive?
Open the door. That's it.
You landed the plane.
Ally, over here, quick.
Your comrade locked himself
in.
Explain to the ally
that he's arrived.
Capitain Lisnevsky.
- I understand.
- The allies crapped themselves.
Let me take the allies
to the john.
Do you ever clean this place?
It's embarrassing.
It was built for the security guards.
They never use it.
Don't be ashamed. It happens.
First time I parachuted,
I crapped myself too.
Don't mind the mess.
It's almost never used.
Here's the hole where you
do what you need to do.
- No need to translate that.
- I couldn't anyway.
Have no fear. Just do
everything in this hole.
Understand?
- Zip.
- What is it, Ace?
I'm showing the allies how
to use the soldier's john.
They can't do it like that.
All the pilots that brought
us the planes are women.
What? The girls just need to get
themselves straightened out.
Are you sure about your guys?
It's their first ferry.
The American girls made it.
What, are my guys worse?
First the Americans lead them
by radio. Then we take them in.
And who's going to be your guide?
You just get your mechanics
to ready the planes.
The rest is my problem. We'll
get there. There's no option.
Allow me to report.
Everything is in order in
the unit under my command.
Please accept my request
to be transferred to the Front.
This way, Comrade Vasilkov.
Come along, please.
I demand you accept my request!
Relax, Foma.
Everyone to the Front!
You've gotten spoiled
in the rear! You're rats!
Everyone to the Front! Cowards!
Soldiers. Remove him.
Who let him out?
Who can keep track of him?
He's like a mangy cat that
squeezes through every crack.
Morse, give me a smoke.
You should smoke your own.
I'll buy some, don't worry.
The dark one's definitely mine.
She's cute.
Go introduce yourself.
They might leave today.
It doesn't seem proper.
I don't know the language.
No problem. Lieutenant Zip
doesn't know American either.
But he still communicated
with the allies.
He showed himself in all of his glory.
He displayed the power of a pilot.
Stop it, Turovsky. It's disgusting.
Even you could have found
yourself in my place.
Surely I couldn't amaze
them with my manhood.
Officers, attention!
At ease. Relax.
Tuitko.
Yes.
Why don't you entertain
the allies?
They're just bothering our guys.
I'll take care of it, Sir.
Now we'll entertain them.
Go on.
Muse, heal.
She's making eyes at us.
My blood pressure's rising.
Os, how do you say this simple
phrase in American:
"I'm madly in love with you?"