1:26:12
-Seven!
-Eight!
1:26:13
-No, nine!
-Did you get the one over there?
1:26:21
-How many so far?
-Nine.
1:26:24
There's another one.
1:26:26
The Belle?
1:26:28
No, sir, not yet.
1:26:36
Feather prop. Cut fuel.
1:26:39
Listen, we're flying on two engines now.
1:26:42
Let's lighten up. Throw out everything.
We're close to home, so lose your guns.
1:26:48
We never did get that fighter, did we?
1:26:51
Oh, shit on a stick! Fuck!
1:26:54
Lord have mercy.
You can have my bullets, too.
1:27:08
Ain't that a pretty sight?
1:27:30
"I balanced all, brought all to mind
1:27:35
"The years to come
seemed waste of breath
1:27:38
"A waste of breath the years behind
1:27:41
"In balance with this life, this death"
1:27:45
Yeats.
1:27:48
It's okay, Danny.
1:27:50
I didn't write that. It was W.B. Yeats.
1:27:56
Take it easy.