All language subtitles for Sheep Squadron - 01x12

Water festival?

How lovely.

These natives really know how to live.

You see those drop tanks over there?

Those are called bomber tanks.

No kidding.

Will you hang 'em on my aircraft?

The man is more dangerous to our
Command than the whole Japanese Navy.

Don't you understand? A Captain is
gonna walk up to you with a ticket

to the Portsmouth Naval Prison.

What do I have to do?

This is top-secret.

Hey, Pappy.

Casey, we're on radio silence.

I know, I know.
But, well, look down at 4 o'clock.

We'll be flying over 30
of our own gun placements.

We need to take our chances.

We are poor little lambs

who have lost our way

Baa, Baa, Baa

Baa Baa Black Sheep
S01E12 - The Cat's Whiskers
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S01E12 - The Cat's Whiskers
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The relentless thrust towards the heart
of the Imperial Japanese Empire

took a turn, as our forces in the South Pacific
veered eastward near the Katara islands.

For the Allied Supreme Command,
it is a period of tactical regrouping

and re-evaluation.

For our fighting forces, a brief
respite from the rigors of war

and from the relentless march
toward their only goal:

victory against the Japanese.

I was on my way to the Rear Area

for a meeting with Gen. Moore at his request.

I wasn't looking forward to it.

Col. Laird had been building a dossier
against me and the Black Sheep

ever since I'd formed the squadron.

Laird had it in for me, personally.

And I suppose I couldn't blame him,

I had it in for him, too.

Since his office was conveniently close
to the Espritos Marcos runway,

I decided to let him know I'd arrived.

That was Boyington, sir. I saw his markings.

I didn't hear a thing.

How you doin'?

Gen. Moore is expecting you, sir.

Sir, Tuatoma has slowed
this war down to a fat thud.

We've got to have some targets.

Well, I just thought you'd like to know
how much fun we're having out here.

And a Merry Christmas to you too, sir.

Come on in, Boyington.

It could've been Admiral Nimitz.

I can feel it's you like a man knows
he's coming down with malaria.

This is top-secret.

Do you know why you're here, Greg?

You're running low on scotch, sir.

Have you got any idea how much
sizzle there is in the fry pan?

I heard.

Col. Laird end-played us
while you were in Sydney.

He moved the court-martial papers
up to the Admiral.

How do you find out these things?

Friends in low places.

But he still has to make it stick.

It's already stuck on you and all
the other screwballs in the 214th.

Now, look at this.
Just look at it.

In the last week:

impersonating a Major General,
dereliction of duties.

General, are we fighting
a war out here or each other?

You know Laird has a grudge against 214.

Don't change the subject.

My unit hasn't flown a mission in 10 days.

And I've been checking around,
neither has anybody else.

Who called the time out?

Well, it's a strategical re-evaluation.

How do you serve that,
sir, on a shingle?

I need a mission and I need a good one.

There's a rumor about a Japanese build-up

on, uh, Tuatoma.

Never heard of it.

And where does it say that a mission
gets you off the hook all the time?

The way this war is bogged down,

missions should hang
in clusters like grapes.

Greg, don't you understand?

In about 72 hours, a Captain is gonna
walk up to you with a ticket

to the Portsmouth Naval Prison, in
the heart of beautiful New Hampshire!

You can give me an out, sir.

We're all out of outs.

But for what it's worth,

I'll be a character witness
at your court-martial.

I'll try to find something nice to say.

When I landed, I had a feeling
I might have some trouble

getting my airplane off the ground
again. And I was right.

There it was, staked down and
growing an MP from its wing tip.

There's only one way to deal with MPs:

Either crack 'em in the mouth
and steal their jeeps,

or you put on their funny little
armbands and give them some grease.

This guy didn't have a jeep,
and he was too tiny to hit.

No sign of Boyington, huh?

No, sir.

Well, he's gonna spit dog tags
when he finds his plane's gone.

Gone, sir?

Yeah, I'm moving it out.

Sir, uh, Col. Laird
put this plane under arrest.

I can't release it without
written orders from the Colonel.

Son, you're a hell of a Marine.
And a good MP, too.

Well, let's you and I have a little talk.

No rank, just two Marines.

I knew it was only a matter of time
before Laird would be after me again.

I needed a plane of my own.

As soon as I landed,
I decided to have Casey

run a check on all of the available
officers who might be asked

to sit in on my court-martial.

I don't know what I was looking for,
maybe an angel, maybe a friend.

At the least, a way to tip the odds
a little in my favor.

How about Admiral Clay?

He's bound to be one of the judges.

What have you got on him?

He has a ranch in Wyoming,
raises cattle.

Ooh, there's a livestock auction
in Melbourne next week.

He might look fondly on a gift
of a prize bull or two, huh?

You knuckleheads are gonna walk over

and tap old Clay
on his shoulder and say, uh,

Admiral, I wonder if we can interest you
in throwing this here court-martial?

I don't want Pappy to go to the brig.

Me, either.
Whatever it takes, I'm for it.

What it's gonna take is a mission,

one good score.

Well, there's nothing to shoot at.

This theatre's quieter
than a caterpillar's yawn.

There's Tuatoma.

What's that?

I keep hearing that name.
What is Tuatoma?

I don't know.

But it's the only target that CincPac
seems to have any interest in.

Hey, Pappy, maybe we should take a look
at it before somebody else takes it down.

That's exactly what I was thinking, Bragg.

We'll get up to it north-west of the Slot.

We'll fly above 10,000 feet.

The spotters on Choiseul will never see us.

Once we get through the Slot,
it is a milk run to Tuatoma.

We'll strafe it,

then we'll get some low-level pictures
of the damage, and get out.

Yeah, that's it, Pappy.

Why didn't we think of that before?

Hey... hey, Pappy.

Casey, we're on radio silence.

I know, I know.
But, well, look down at 4 o'clock.

Look at that, Pappy.

It's the whole damn Japanese Air force.

Will you get a load of that?
There must be 50 of 'em!

How'd they know we were up here?

Listen, we got this thing under control.

What're we gonna do?

What do you think we're gonna do?

We can't run from 'em.
We gotta fight 'em.

Two more at 3 o' clock.

I got 'em.

We'd never seen so many Zeros
in one formation before.

They seemed to know where we were going.

It had the flavor of an ambush.

And we never got even close to Tuatoma.

That made me wanna know
the answer to one question.

I've got to know what's on Tuatoma.

Forget it, Greg. We can't get near it.

Intelligence has got to know what's there.

All we have to do is shake it out of S-2.

Casey, have you ever been to S-2?

Pappy.

I can't crack Col. Kyle.
I think maybe you can.

Well, I'm just a bookkeeper!

He sees through you
and I'm going to beat him?

Well, what about Gutterman?

He could get in at night and crack
the safe like he did at the hospital.

They don't have a safe over at S-2, Casey.

Well, then--then T.J.,
he can always con one of the secretaries.

Or French.
French, he does accents, impressions...

Kyle knows every one of us,
he doesn't know you.

You see, my problem is sometimes
I'm too shrewd for my own good.

You, you're simpler.

That's right.

He couldn't cope with that.

What do I have to do?

Get him to open up the Vector-6 file.

The one with top-secret written all over it.

How?

Trust me.

Uh-uh.

You're in training.

That's right.

Theater Command? We don't get many
visitors from Theater Command.

We've heard a great deal
about you, Col. Kyle.

Please sit down, Comm. Pritchett.

Thank you.

The word is, uh, good about you.

You run a tight ship.

That is a compliment
coming from Theater Command.

We don't just hand them out, either.

Yes, sir. Tight ship.

Admiral Nimitz says there's nothing
like putting your feet up on a desk.

Bull Halsey does it all the time.

Of course, General MacArthur's
not too thrilled about it.

Oh, I couldn't hear everything,
but it seems to be going okay.

That's good news, Doctor.
You better stick with him.

Uh, now, sir, about that Vector-6 file...

Exactly what in the Vector-6 file?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

I've got top clearance.

You must understand, sir,
there are, you know, regs.

That's right, Commander.
I'll have to see your identification.

That's absurd.

Step aside, Colonel.

Your clearance number, sir.

Mayday!

You'll forgive me for this some day.

Hey, what's going on?

What'd you do that for?

What's this all about?

That man cursed the flag.

What were you thinking about, you bum?

At ease!

Oh, yeah.

It was a diversionary tactic.

What do you men think you're doing?

I won't permit any of this.

Return to your desks immediately!

That's an order!

Where are you going?

Sir, I was carrying top-secret papers.

At ease! At ease!

I got it.

Where did you get this?

This is Tuatoma!

Tell me about it.

You shouldn't have it!
This is top-secret.

I know a lot of secrets, Ben.

I'm sure CincPac would love to know
how a humble Lieutenant mapmaker

manages to have the world's largest
collection of Polynesian stamps.

You'd blackmail me?

I'm in deep trouble, Ben.

Well, this time I can't help you.

I know where you can get a beautiful
New Zealand collection.

Mint.

This island is all volcanic.

The main peak is the highest spot
in that part of the ocean.

See these buildings
on the side of the mountain?

Do you know what they're called?

No.

The Japanese call it "The Nekko-No-Higge."

The Cat's Whiskers.

The most sophisticated
detection device ever built.

You brush your teeth a hundred miles away,

Nekko can name your tooth powder.

Radar?

No, not exactly.
We don't know how it works,

but it works.

It's flown copilot with every bomber
we've thrown against it.

Perfect mesh.

No matter where we come at it,

it gets at least 100 miles of get-ready.

No wonder they knew we were up there.

Never mind.

Did I do you a favor?

Yeah.

Will you do me one?
- Sure.

Will you get rid of this stuff?

I've got all the copies I need.

Don't! You can't do that!

You've got S-2 clearance.

You can get it back
and they'll never know it.

Boyington, come on. Be a pal.

I bet you can't wait to get
over the flu and dump that stuff.

Ben, your fever's gone down already.

Gentlemen, this is Tuatoma.

What is it?

Looks to me like a lot of Japanese radar.

Only the Japanese ain't supposed
to have any radar.

They don't need radar.
They've got this gizmo

that can stop the war cold for two weeks.

We're gonna take it out.

What?

This is a mountain top.

Now that creates a dead spot, a shadow.

Now, if we can get into that shadow,
then we can come from behind right here.

Greg, this dead spot of yours
leads straight back to Tokyo.

That's their ocean back there.
They don't need any radar.

That's what they think, Gutterman.

Now fellas, heavy bombers
can't make this run.

It would mean that they would have to fly
through five miles of mountain passes.

But we can.

But it's way out of our range.

How do we get to the far end
of that playground

and still make it home
without going dry?

I was just comin' to that.

Any ideas?

Well, how about you guys?

Anybody got an idea?

I got an idea.

How about a gas station right about there

with plenty of high octane
and clean restrooms?

Any other volunteers?

Pappy, you're asking us
to fly an impossible mission.

Nothing's impossible.

We just gotta figure it out.

This here is impossible.

You're trying to milk a cow by its horns.

I never dreamed I'd ever agree
with Gutterman.

Great, you guys.

Just keep staring at the floor.

Don't look up.

Hey, Hutch!

No, no, no.
The valves aren't ready yet.

Forget about the valves.
You see those drop tanks over there?

Those are called bomber tanks.

No kidding.
Can you hang 'em on my aircraft?

What?

I need the extra fuel.

You need a cork for the hole in your head.

I just got done tellin' you
those are bomber tanks.

You can't do that with that.

It's an order.

I want those tanks fitted on my aircraft.

Hutch, I think I can get it in the air.

It's not you I'm worried about.

Who's gonna tell that plane that it
can take off with the extra load?

Corsairs aren't very smart.
I'll tell it.

You just fit the tanks.

I knew as I was sitting in that cockpit
that my chances were about 50-50

for getting this bird off the deck.

It was way over the manufacturer's
weight limit.

But Laird hadn't left me many odds.

And if I were going
to beat the court-martial,

I had to fly against Tuatoma.

And all I could do was hope that
this dress rehearsal didn't kill me.

He needs all the runway he can get.

He's got his tail halfway on
the next island already.

Any bets?

You know, I should take you
for $50 just to shut you up.

I'll take a $100 to that.

What's the matter with you yardbirds?

What do you want us to do,
stand here and pray?

Well, you're on.

In that case, hold that.

Come on, Greg.

Come on. Go!

He ain't going to make it.

That bird can barely fly.

That's it.
He got it up there.

I knew when we added the 500 pound bomb,
we wouldn't get off the runway at all.

And I couldn't see using a corsair
to plough up the jungle.

It looked like I had struck out.

So much for inventive ingenuity.

What do you think, Greg?

Think? I'll tell you what I know.

We add the bombs and we have
Corsair submarines.

Hutch?

That's not the way, Pappy.

Some impossible things are just impossible.

Thanks for trying.

Do you know what we're doing wrong?

Yeah, for one thing, we're sober.

Ah, we're being too conventional.

We think extra fuel,
bigger tanks, too easy.

Yeah, well, it sure looked easy.

We're Black Sheep,
we're supposed to be oddballs.

I'm gonna run this thing through again.

Oh, you're odd, all right.

I'm gonna go collect my bet.

What bet?

Come on, what bet?

Well, uh, we bet on
whether you'd make it or not.

You bet on me or the plane?

On the plane.

Damn you suckers.

Admiral, I don't know how much
longer the Press Corps

is gonna buy those stories
of strategical re-evaluations.

Oh, blast the Press Corps.

Sir, rumors are all over the theatre,

we've been stopped in our tracks.

The press wants to know
if the stories are true.

Lie to them, Grayson.

Why do you think I have you on my staff?

Yes, sir.

What about Tuatoma?

Not a word about Tuatoma.

I just finished the final reports
on last week's losses.

One destroyer, two cruisers, and a flattop
that was lucky to get back to Guadalcanal.

Tuatoma is beginning to make Pearl Harbor
look like a victory.

I've got the solution to this mess: Katara.

Katara?

It's an island north of Tuatoma
with an old runway on it.

I figure one of us could meet us
there with fuel to go home

after we've hit the Cat's Whiskers.

Greg, is that by any chance
a Japanese island?

Well, yeah.
But we can get around that.

Our first problem's getting the fuel.

Everything's off without fuel.
We don't have any fuel.

So, we scrub the mission.
Nobody feels bad.

No, we don't.
We're not scrubbing anything.

We're gonna get that fuel.

How're we gonna do that?

I don't have the faintest idea.

Trust me.

So Boyington's up to his old tricks?

You say you got this stuff
at the fuel depot?

Uh, what about the magnetos 166 wants?

Ship 'em.

How much booze was there?
Three cases, four?

I saw at least three.

Want to bet I know the local
distributor for this rotgut?

Anything else?

That clears it.

Oh, he's up to something.

He got himself some fuel.

How is it a lousy Marine like Boyington
can come up with such good scotch?

Hey, come on, speed it up, will you?

Okay, just the gas, right?

Right.

Okay. And I drop off at Vella.

When I get there, there'll be a new
generator waiting for me?

It'll still have the ribbon on it.

Okay. You got yourself a deal.

You get the stuff aboard
and I'll ship it.

Casey, you found us a good man.

You ordered it, sir.

Oh, listen, you better bring
your own dinghies.

I requisitioned mine
the day before Pearl Harbor.

And I'm still waiting for 'em.

This is a rush order.

My tub is ready.

Hey, uh, listen,

we couldn't do business for another generator?

I'm sorry. One to a customer.

Good morning, sir.

How much gas did you steal?

Gas, sir?

It doesn't rain scotch at the fuel depot

without your fine hand
in there somewhere, Boyington.

You won't get it off the island.

Col. Laird, I was on my way
to see you about getting some gas.

We're running a little short, sir.

You were dealing with Baylor.

That means the gas is still here
on Espritos Marcos.

Choke on it.

We're expected to participate
in the fighting, sir.

Boyington, there are 30 outfits around
here fighting this war like Marines.

I'm going to see you
in the brig, Boyington.

Not only will you not get the gas off
this island but you won't get off, either.

I'll put eyes on the runway 24 hours a day.

I'll glue eyeballs on every dock and pier.

You've got it, but you won't move it.

That lard-brained...

Stow it!

What? Didn't you hear what he said?

I heard what he said.

He was shooting snipers
out of the trees in China

while you were learning how to spell.

It's the starch in his uniform that
I hate and the war in triplicate.

Don't worry about it, Casey,

I haven't changed.

Well, what about the gas?

What about the gas?

We move it off the island.

Sir, this is a restricted area.

Sailor, that's Chief Karamowa.

Chief, I think it would be a good
idea to have your picture taken

with Admiral Zumwassa in the lead canoe.

I'm sure he'd love
to start the Water Festival.

Sir, you'll have to leave.

We're talking about the Water Festival.

Would you like a PT boat for an escort?

Sir, I must insist.

What is your name, sailor?

Collins, sir.

Are you happy in the Navy?

Yes, sir.
It's my career.

Well, you better learn
what you're talking about.

How about a low-flying PBY
spreading flowers? I like that.

I'll have to send for the officer
of the deck, sir.

Oh, no, you won't.

You will get the officer of the deck.

Yes, sir.

And on the double!

Sorry, Chief.

This wasn't the best plan
I've ever come up with.

But if it fooled Laird long enough

to get both me and the fuel
off Espritos Marcos,

it was worth it.

The funny-looking airplane was
a Navy duck Frenchy borrowed

to get the fuel to Katara
for our rendezvous.

If we could just get the gas
inside the plane in time.

Water Festival?

How lovely.

These natives really know how to live.

They have their festivals in the Spring.

Pell, he did me again.

I'm sorry, sir, I know you happen
to like Boyington.

Whether I like him or not
has nothing to do with it.

Exactly. The man is a danger to morale.

He is using the war for looting,
black marketeering, flaunting authority.

The man is more dangerous to our
command than the whole Japanese Navy.

He happens to be one of
our finest combat pilots.

He's got more kills than anybody else
in this theatre.

I'm talking about morale,
General. And discipline.

The Corps runs on discipline.

Don't read regs to me, Laird.

I know why Boyington wants that fuel.

Col. Kyle over at S-2 found this out
of place this morning.

And Boyington, he paid him a visit
yesterday afternoon.

Now, the way I make it,

Boyington is gonna try
to hit Tuatoma. Right here.

Now the man is stealing
unauthorized materials, sir.

Maybe this'll wake Fleet Command
up to the problem.

I'm beginning to think
that you're the problem, Colonel!

Sir?

They won't make it.

He can't file his flight plans,
because he knows that'd tip me off.

If he doesn't get himself
creamed by our anti-aircraft,

or blown out of the sky by theirs,

he's going to end up
in the drink somewhere.

Two hundred miles behind enemy lines.

Piracy of aircraft fuel,
stealing unauthorized papers,

flying an unauthorized...

Laird, knock it off!

I'm going to stop him.
I've got no choice.

Put me through to Vella La Cava.

If we come in even one degree off,

if just one of our planes
ends up in their grid, we're dead.

Now, there is a 10-mile arc behind this.

As we get closer, it narrows down.

So when we get to the mountains,

we have to be absolutely
right on the money.

Gen. Moore's calling from Espritos Marcos.

Don't read him.

Pappy, what do I do?

I said don't read him.

You think he's trying to raise us

in the middle of the night to have a chat?

He's going to order me to scrub this mission.

And I don't want to disobey a General,
especially that General.

All right, now we're over the target.

And remember, four.

Just four of us will get one pass at it,
then we run like hell.

Now they are going to think
we have to come back here,

but uh-uh, no, we're going
to fool them.

We going here, to Katara.

That's where French will be
waiting with the fuel.

We're gonna be flying over
30 of our own gun placements.

Pretty trigger-happy fellows
right about now.

How're we gonna keep them
from shooting us down?

You're filing this mission's
flight plan or what?

No.

Then what are we supposed to do?
Drop leaflets?

We are to take our chances.

All right, guys.

This one is strictly volunteer.

And remember just four.

Well, on the other hand,

we can all be court-martialed.

I said just four.

We've got Vella La Cava on the horn, sir.

I don't want Vella La Cava.
I want Boyington!

The General requests to speak to Maj. Boyington.

It's Gen. Moore, he's in the air,
about 15 miles out.

He wants to land and talk to you.

Tell the General that I'm sorry I missed him.

Give my love and I'll be back
in a few hours.

All right.

Uh, Gen. Moore.

He couldn't answer the call, sir.

He's in the air.

You want to try to raise him direct?

Try raising Australia with a spoon.

General, the antiaircraft placement for 803
should spot them in about 10 minutes.

If you call ahead they can
radio a warning to turn back.

I did all I could to stop it.

Call 803. Tell 'em
four Corsairs on a heading

for Tuatoma are coming through.

Let them pass.
Send the word down the line.

You might as well authorize the mission, sir!

We've got landing clearance
from Vella La Cava.

Who wants to land?
Let's go home.

Coming up on the dead zone.

Let's line up and don't get
too far abreast of each other.

We'll land up on their scopes.

We fly any further north,
we are going to be over Tokyo.

Let's make our turn and stay close.

We came in over Tuatoma

and started our run through
the mountain passes

that would bring us out
of the Cat's Whiskers.

If the plan was working,

the enemy wouldn't know we were there
till they heard our engines. And by then,

it'd be too late to stop us.

Looks like we did it, Pappy.

Make sure you can find this island

where French is supposed
to be waiting for us.

I can't even remember the name of it.

It's called Katara.

It's a tropical paradise.

We are flying 025 at 1,000 feet.

I saw Don's plane as we flew in,

and I knew the fuel was
waiting for us on the beach.

All we had to do was, get down there
and get it back up to the airstrip

before the enemy got us.

The plan was for Don to wait there
until we refueled

so we could give him an escort home.

Without protection in broad daylight,

that duck he was flying
would be a target

for every Japanese fighter-pilot,

and the antiaircraft gunner
between here and Vella La Cava.

Hey, there you are, Pappy.

Set it down and get going.

How're you doing, Don?

You sure this thing's supposed to fly, Pappy?

By the time we got back,

the news of our mission
had reached the rear area.

Within 12 hours the allied offensive
was rolling again.

As for Col. Laird,

he was in line for a commendation,

since it was one of his squadrons
that knocked out the Cat's Whiskers.

And for some reason he decided not
to have me court-martialed after all.

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