3:09:04
CREWMAN 1: Seven!
CREWMAN 2: Eight!
3:09:05
CREWMAN 3: No, nine!
CREWMAN 4: Did you get the one there?
3:09:13
- How many so far?
- Nine.
3:09:17
There's another one.
3:09:18
The Belle?
3:09:21
No, sir, not yet.
3:09:28
Feather prop. Cut fuel.
3:09:32
Listen, we're flying on two engines now.
3:09:34
Let's lighten up. Throw out everything.
We're close to home, so lose your guns.
3:09:40
We never did get that fighter, did we?
3:09:43
Oh, shit on a stick! Fuck!
3:09:47
Lord have mercy.
You can have my bullets, too.
3:10:00
Ain't that a pretty sight?
3:10:05
[Poignant music]
3:10:22
DANNY: "I balanced all, brought all to mind
3:10:27
"The years to come
seemed waste of breath
3:10:30
"A waste of breath the years behind
3:10:34
"In balance with this life, this death"
3:10:38
Yeats.
3:10:40
It's okay, Danny.
3:10:42
I didn't write that. It was W.B. Yeats.
3:10:48
VAL: Take it easy.
3:10:55
Don't do this to me, Danny!