Sky Fighters (Chevaliers du ciel, Les)

SKY FIGHTERS

Our fighter plane can make a sudden turn within one second.

And beat the crap of the enemy.

It's the most competitive model in the market.

The differences with other models are slight.

But the differences can determine life and death.

You can decide it by yourself.

Miss.

Champagne for these gentlemen.

Wonderful to have you here but have you come to see or to be seen?

Which would you prefer, Hubert?

Is the Middle East's top weapons dealer focusing on Europe now?

Lean closer and our American friends behind you

will presume much more than that.

The show's about to begin.

If you need anything, you just have to ask.

Frank.

Why hasn't the pilot come here yet?

Oh, my God.

Here he comes!

Save the excuses. Take off! The tower's frantic!

The fighter will begin an armed trial flight for you.

I'm sorry, isn't that..?

Yes, it's her.

Your guy's losing it!

Marco!

This is the Control Tower.

The Mirage is heading toward outer sea.

Is that right?

Is something wrong?

You bet there is.

Marco, answer me, damn it!

Marco!

Where is the Mirage.

I don't know. It disappeared from the radar.

I'll call military command.

North Sea

Sharko to Riesling, exercise over.

Inform Orange of arrival.

Message received.

You know, Walk'n,

pretty girls are never free and free ones are rarely pretty.

You have to come on strong.

When I go after one,

the super model type, classy,

I apply an emotional shock.

Still there? Get it?

Tell me, kiddo, the emotional shock is you?

See anyone else here? You bet.

Joker!

In any case the last one... Carla?

Clara!

Clara if you want...

Anyhow, whenever she turns up,

she grabs you by the nose

and pulls you along behind her.

And you just lap it up.

Sure, wise guy.

Watch it, I have data on you too.

Riesling to Sharko 21.

Sharko 21, I copy.

Seek demo Mirage 2000

at 0-50 to your position

at 60 nautical miles, level 3-5-0.

0-50, 60 nautical miles, level 3-50.

Jet probably in flight, possibly hostile.

We're onto it.

A hostile Mirage?

One of our guys blew a fuse?

If we spot him, you can ask him.

There's only tourist buses up here, not a single pointy nose.

He has to be here.

Fahrenheit, that 340...

How many trails do you see?

Four.

Shit, five! Well spotted!

Tally ho!

Ask him what his mission is.

I'll radio for orders.

Hiding in the shadows, baby?

Sharko 22 to Mirage, request ID.

Sharko 21 to Riesling,

Mirage located on heading 1-1-0,

level 3-80 below an A340.

Await instructions.

Sharko 21, hold your position.

What is your mission?

Sharko 21, control unidentified jet.

What does "control" mean?

Improvise.

I guess so.

Mirage 2000, request you follow me.

The jerk gave me the finger!

Walk'n, I lost him.

He's tailing me!

Chill, I have you covered.

Sharko 22 tailed by armed suspect.

A warning shot?

Negative.

Control suspect.

He means business!

Get this bug off me!

Riesling, request permission to open fire.

Stand by.

He's gonna fire!

Decoys away!

Riesling, here I go.

This is Mandrin. Abort.

Screw 'em! This jerk'll shoot me down!

Mandrin, repeat!

Abort. That's an order!

He's firing! Fox two!

Walk'n!

Do you copy?

Shut it!

Move it!

Screw around and I'll cut you in two.

Okay, Seb? That was close.

Mind if we head back now?

I'd had it without you.

Thanks, pal.

Orange Airbase

Captain!

Later, Jeff.

Stan...

We have visitors.

When I said go faster, I expected you to do so.

25 minutes to get here!

Where now?

This way.

My pilots, sir, Captain Vallois and Captain Marchelli.

Colonel Farje, CD AO A. Ms. Coste,

from the PM's office.

Who was patrol leader?

I was, sir.

Did your radio work?

Perfectly.

You were ordered to abort.

That shit wanted to shoot me down!

Cut it out, Seb!

I received the order from Command.

But I also saw what was going on.

Give me your flight data, for the inquiry.

Those who give orders may see less

but they know more.

Tomorrow, the Chief of Staff wants to see you both.

Dismiss!

Your flight plan?

That's for Special Missions,

meaning me.

Less than five minutes between the Mirage going missing

and our fighters' intervention.

This proves, if proof were needed,

that our aerial defense cannot be faulted.

Hello.

I'm Colonel Esbly, secretary to the Chief of Staff.

Please, follow me.

The journalists are being briefed.

Just a handful of the important ones.

The European capitals have called Paris

to congratulate us for taking our responsibilities.

Our pilots from the Orange base...

Glad to see you, gentlemen. Please, join me.

We regret the loss of this plane

and we shall explore the matter fully.

But, without the swift intervention of our pilots here,

this armed fighter made a formidable weapon in the wrong hands.

Gentlemen, you did what had to be done.

I wanted to congratulate you in person.

Thank you all for coming.

I'll join you at the buffet shortly.

Thank you, gentlemen.

We've screwed up.

Screwed up badly.

Show them in.

Do you know this man?

No, sir.

Me neither, sir.

Like us, you'll know him as Bertrand.

I run Special Missions.

Maelle Coste, the liaison with the PM.

That Mirage you shot down was one of our missions.

Everything you hear in this room is top secret.

The Mirage was on an LVE: A Limited Vulnerability Exercise.

Since September 11, 2001,

we all know how civilian aircraft can be used.

What if the next step is the theft of an armed military plane?

The government has ordered us

to consider and implement such a hypothesis.

This allows us to test our defenses

with a reasonable level of risk.

But if we succeed, that means others can succeed too.

The idea is to show our weak points.

New steps are then taken in order to avoid the worst.

I shot down a pilot on a mission?

Exactly.

That's why you were ordered to abort.

And who was the pilot?

It's classified but I'll tell you.

Major Barth, my unit's most senior pilot.