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(VOICES ON TWO-WAY RADIO)

(AIRPLANE ENGINES REV)

Sorry.

Hike!

- Catch!
- No!

- GEESE: Quack, quack.
- Look out!

He singed my tail feathers.

Yee-ha!

All right, Buzz.
That's enough of that.

(OBJECTS FALLING)

What did I just say?

That is a good way to
lose an eye, my friend.

Hold it. We've got
company at two o'clock.

I got him, Mailman. Hang on.

Here we go.

- Buzz, what is goin' on up there?
- Just movin' a road hog.

(HORN)

Knock it off! What
kind of stunt was that?

Just seein' what this baby can do.

This bag of bones isn't
rated past Mach two.

- Mach one!
- The G-forces, Buzz! The G-forces!

Mach two! Gotta push the envelope.

Mach three!

Buzz! We're tearing apart!

I'm losin' control. Eject,
Mailman. Hit the silk!

- I can't get out!
- What are you doing?

Buzz! Get back here!

OK. I've been in tougher
scrapes than this.

There's the ground.
It looks hard. OK, trees.

No! Oh. Mahogany. Ow!

Squirrel's nest. Bird. Ow! Pine.

Ow! Oh, the ground.

Oh... Oh...

Oh, I made it.

I made it! There is a God.

Hallelujaaaaaa!

Ow! Oh! Ouch! Ow!

Oh, you're French, aren't you?

Ah... yeah, just like that.

- (CLOCK CHIMES)
- (HOOTER)

- MAN: Hey, look! There's one!
- Uh-oh.

(GUNSHOT)

(DOOR CHIME)

(SPRAYING)

(CHAINS AND BOLTS BEING UNDONE)

Topper Harley?

Once, perhaps.

Now I am called Tukachinchilla.

- What does it mean?
- Fluffy Bunny Feet.

It's very nice.

I'm Lieutenant
Commander James Block.

I knew your father Buzz.

Until his incident, he was the
greatest pilot who ever lived.

We need to talk.

- The Navy wants...
- (YELP)

The Navy wants you back, Harley.

They threw me out.
Why should I go back?

I came here to get away from
the Navy. Away from flying.

(HISSING)

HELIUM VOICE: The Navy has a
top-secret mission: Sleepy Weasel.

I'm giving you a second chance,
which your father never had.

You're the best of
the best, Topper.

HELIUM VOICE:
Leave me to speak with the old one.

He is wise in the
ways of such things.

The Navy really needs you.

Great helium!

Owatonna.

Owatonna!

("U CAN'T TOUCH THIS" BY MC HAMMER)

("DREAM LOVER" BY DION)

♪ Every night I hope and pray

♪ A dream lover will come my way

♪ A girl to hold in my arms

♪ And know the magic of her charms

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Dream lover, until then

♪ I'll go to sleep,
I'll dream again

♪ That's the only thing to do

♪ Till all my lover's
dreams come true

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Dream lover, until then

♪ I'll go to sleep,
I'll dream again

♪ That's the only thing to do

♪ Till all my lover's
dreams come true

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

Wow!

Wha-hoo!

(MILITARY MARCH)

DRILL SERGEANT: Ten... hut!

Admiral. Good to
see you again, sir.

- It's been too long.
- And so it has. Yes, yes.

- How are ya, sir?
- Hawaii?

Goddamn it, Bill, I'm
supposed to be in California.

No, sir, this is California.

- Well, gotta run. Good luck.
- But, sir, this is your command.

Sleepy Weasel has been planned for ten
months. The president hand-picked you.

Damn right he did. No
stoppin' us now, huh, Ted?

I'll show you your offices and
I can bring you up to date.

You've always been fine soldier,
Scott. Just lead the way.

Oh, good God. I gotta pee.

I had part of my bladder
blown off at Guadalcanal.

Watch your step. There's a
lot of obstructions here.

- I had a little dreidel!
- MEN: I made it out of clay!

- And when it's dry and ready...
- My dreidel I will play!

- Here's the story...
- Of a lovely lady!

- Who was bringing up...
- Three very lovely girls!

- All of them had hair of gold!
- Like their mother!

- The youngest one...
- In curls!

- Here's the story...
- Of a man named Brady!

Gentlemen, he's back.

(CHEERS)

How ya been?

- Yeah, it's the big guy.
- Good to see ya.

- Scooter! How you doin'?
- Topper. The main man.

- Rabbi! Mazel tov.
- You should live and be well!

(GLASS SMASHES)

Hey, buddy.

Are you OK?

You don't look so hot.
You need some help?

I'm OK.

You're Topper Harley, aren't you?

I hear you've got chops we only dream of.
Throwin' you out was a bum rap.

I'm Jim Pfaffenbach.
Everybody calls me Wash Out.

- You're a pilot?
- Oh, yeah. I'm gonna be flyin' with ya.

Good.

Phew.

(WHISTLES)

Cute.

I like to stay in shape. Thanks.

- Are these all at home?
- Yeah.

The dogs, wife and kids.

You got pictures of your
family, I'd love to see 'em.

- I am my family photo.
- But everybody needs a family to love.

I could never find time for love. It's too
heavy. It's an anchor that drowns a man.

Besides, I got the sky,
the smell of jet exhaust, my bike.

- A loner?
- No. I own it.

I can see I'm gonna
have to work on you.

Name's Pete Thompson. But...

everybody calls me Dead Meat.

- Topper Harley.
- Just a pleasure.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Attention on deck!

MEN: Good morning, sir!

I don't care how many
missions you've flown!

I don't care how good you
think you are! You're nobody!

And for the next ten days, nobody
takes a crap unless I say so!

- Got it?
- Yes, sir!

I said "Attention".

Now, didn't I make myself clear?
Or don't you take orders?

When I say "Attention",
I mean "Attention".

Yes, sir!

- Now!
- (BOOING)

- You eyeballin' me, mister?
- No, sir!

The next time I see that
ugly face of yours,

I want it clean-shaven!
Suck in that chest!

Pfaffenbach!

- What you lookin' at, boy?
- No-one, sir!

Oh, I'm some lowlife that's not
good enough for you to talk to?

Well, that attitude is
short on collateral!

This lowlife is God as
far as you're concerned!

Hey, hey. Lighten up.

Cut the kid some slack.

Who the hell are you
talkin' to, son?

Your ego's writin' checks
your body can't cash.

Now you got five minutes
to stow your gear.

Get movin'!

Yeah, I'm sure deep
down he means well.

I hope you were paying attention.

- I don't think we've met.
- Kent Gregory.

Excuse me if I don't
shake your hand.

Your father killed someone very special
to me: Dominic "Mailman" Farnham.

- You mean...
- Yes.

Dominic Farnham was my father.
I was his love child.

- It was a hunting accident.
- Accident, my deep-blue eyes.

It was reckless, irresponsible
flying, and you know it.

Are you OK?

This is an incredible coincidence,

but the hunter who mistakenly
killed your father

was Henry Pfaffenbach, my father.

I feel terrible.

Isn't this Henry Alva Pfaffenbach?

My mother was a Pfaffenbach.

Not... Doreen Pfaffenbach?

- From Minnesota?
- Yeah.

Then we're cousins! We used to
spend our summers in Eagle River.

PILOTS: Eagle River?

I hope you can forgive me for this.

If it helps, I didn't have seconds.

That's all right. It's not your fault.
Anyone could have made that mistake.

But him... he's the type that could end
up killing every man in this outfit.

Wait a minute. Why are you mad at me?
He's the one who ate your father.

Like father, like son. You've
already been tossed out once.

Hold it, hold it.

We can't fight among ourselves.
We're all on the same team here.

I want the two of
you to shake hands.

There, now. Isn't that better?

- (FALSETTO) Yeah.
- (FALSETTO) Sure.

There. We're friends again.

Here. Have some of my lucky gum.

Look, Dead Meat. We fly together, we
sleep next to each other, but that's all.

Don't get too close. Let
me handle my own affairs.

He's so complex.

Aerial photos and recon reports
indicate a defensive arsenal

in the D, and perhaps -C,
categories.

There's also some
anti-aircraft squadrons.

They can send up an ack-ack umbrella high
enough to make any attack ineffective.

I don't have a clue what
you're talkin' about, Phil.

I have a shell the size of a
fist in my head Pork Chop Hill.

The only way I can
make this toup stay on

is by magnetizing the upper
left quadrant of my skull.

You just go ahead and do what
you do. Do you have any soup?

Of course, sir. I'll have the
mess bring something right up.

I love soup. I mean,
I think I love soup.

Son-of-a-bitchin' shell. It's either soup
or duck. Which one do you shoot?

Duck, sir.

- Are you all right, sir?
- Of course I'm all right.

Why? What have you heard?

Nothing, sir.

Send some soup up for the
admiral, on the double.

Let's go over this Slippery
Weevil one more time.

I wanna familiarize myself with
it as much as I possibly can.

So... give it to me, Ben.
Every word. Every detail.

Dot every comma.

(UNSCREWING LIGHT BULB)

Those are some long legs.

I just had them lengthened.
Now they go all the way up.

Wow.

It's nice to see you again.

I was really impressed, the way
you handled that stallion.

When I saw you dig your
heels into his sides

tighten the reins and
break his spirit,

I never wanted to be a
horse so much in my life.

After I finish off this shrink, we can
take a quick canter in the meadow.

Lieutenant, I am the shrink.

- You're the psychiatrist?
- That's what the diploma says.

I've never been to a psychiatrist
before. You will be gentle?

(DOG YAPS)

I've been ordered to
review your records.

You were discharged from the service 18
months ago for willful insubordination.

You disobeyed a direct order and
lost a $13m fighter in the process.

Yes, I did. But I'm payin'
it off at ten bucks a week.

I should have gotten that
extra collision coverage.

Wasn't your father involved
in a similar incident?

- What do you mean?
- Leland "Buzz" Harley.

Three Purple Hearts,
presidential commendation.

Then this incident,
the Dominic Farnham death.

1971, his Visa card was canceled.

1975, a broken man,

suffocated while working the
night shift in a Fotomat booth.

Tell me how these
events affected you.

Well, I... I don't
think about it much.

That was a long time ago.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have some guns to grease.

Lieutenant...

Have you thought about seeing a
psychiatrist on a regular basis?

I thought you'd never ask.

I mean professionally.

Thanks, Doctor.

Thanks for the advice.

- Be careful out there.
- Don't worry. I can take care of myself.

- No. You're going to get hurt.
- I don't need your help, or anybody's.

I'll be just fine.

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm fine.

TOPPER: (SHAKILY) Oh...

Attention on deck.

At ease, men.

Be seated.

Many of you are wondering
what's wrong with my pants.

Well, they started running
short of material right before

they got to the knee. So
don't give me any shit.

Now, I look out there at all of
you guys and I say to myself:

what I wouldn't give
to be 20 years younger,

and a woman.

You know, I've flown over 194 missions,
and I was shot down on every one.

Come to think of it, I've never
landed a plane in my life. Now,

you men'll be piloting the backbone
of our proud American arsenal:

the Oscar EW 5894 Phallus
tactical fighter bomber.

Its lightweight sweptwing design makes
it extremely maneuverable and agile.

Beneath its 21st-century skin is a highly
advanced avionics and weapons package.

Designed for speed and
combat acrobatics,

it features the latest Mrs Halver
series 3800 radar-jamming Framus.

- Admiral.
- Nurse.

BLOCK: Sleepy Weasel's success depends
on our maneuvering below enemy radar.

I wanna see a major display of low-level
flying. Topper, Kent, you're up first.

- Show me what you can do.
- Copy that, Purple Fluffer Nutter.

Roger that, Milli
Vanilli Chilly Willy.

Bring 'em down, boys. I want your
bellies to scrape the sagebrush.

Let's see who's the best.

KENT:
I'm heading for the canyon floor.

- For your information, I'm at 150 feet.
- I'm at 3rd and Main.

Very pretty, but enough
hot-dogging, Harley.

Just checkin' the traffic.

- How'd I do, big fella?
- Don't get me started, Harley.

Cut the chatter. Topper,
that was vintage Buzz Harley.

You and your dad are
two of a kind. (ECHOES)

Your ego's writin' cheques
your body can't cash.

BLOCK: Topper! What are you
doing? Get back in formation!

BLOCK: Topper, you
weren't clear to detach.

- What was that all about?
- I, uh... thought I saw Elvis.

Let it go, Topper. The King
is gone. Let's head for home.

Not again!

I need a landing clearance for
runway 30... 30 something.

30-thirty-something's been
canceled. Go to runway 2-niner.

BLOCK: Wash Out, what the
hell are you doin'? Pull it up.

Wash Out, where the hell are you? What
is your location? You're off of radar.

Repeat: what is your location?

♪ It's not unusual to
be loved by anyone

- Goin' up?
- Yes.

Can I press your button?

No, you've been slavin' over hot
psychotics all day. Let me get that.

- Interesting perfume.
- It's Vicks. I have a cold.

Ah.

Lieutenant, you're staring.

No, not really.
I'm lost in your eyes.

That is the whitest white part of the
eye I've ever seen. Do you floss?

You're very confident, aren't you?

When you have 10,000 pounds of thrust
at your command, you have to be.

Lieutenant, please. I'm talking
to you as a psychiatrist.

I'm recommending that
you be grounded.

- You've got to be joking.
- If I were joking, I'd have said...

"What do you do with an
elephant with three balls?"

"You walk him and
pitch to the rhino."

You are serious.

It's the best thing for
you, and the mission.

The best would be if you'd
stop tryin' to run my life.

I'm a pilot, and nobody's
gonna keep me out of the sky.

Ladies and gentlemen!
Twelve rounds of boxing

for the WBA WBC WPA RSVP

Heavyweight Championship
of the World!

Introducing celebrities
at ringside,

please welcome His Holiness,
the very popular pontiff,

- Pope John Paul II!
- (CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

Second!

Lieutenant Commander Block.
We meet at last.

- Isn't this place a little public?
- No, a crowd offers remarkable anonymity.

How are we doing at Dudley?

Oh, we're right on schedule.

Can't quite get a reading
on Admiral Benson,

but Topper Harley's
playing into our hands.

Here's his evaluation. A clear-cut
case of Paternal Conflict Syndrome.

Ah, yes. PCS.

I saw an Afterschool Special on that.
They're years away from a vaccine.

Every time I mention Buzz's
name, Topper goes off.

There's no way the unit will function,
and I'll abort the mission.

The Navy's planes
will seem inferior

and the president will come
begging for my superfighter.

And, best of all, nobody gets hurt.

Well done, Lieutenant Commander.

America can't afford to fall behind,
Mr Wilson. We need your plane.

This should be a good match.
Both men work for Don King.

(BELL)

- (CROWD BOOS)
- Well, fans, that's it.

Good night. I'm outta here!

MC: The Strafing Run proudly
presents Lawrence Lipps!

And now...

♪ What the world needs

Thank you!

♪ Is love

Thank you so much!

♪ That's the only thing that
there's just too darn little of

(CHEERING)

Ramada?

- Kent!
- Ramada!

Qu'est-ce que je suis
contente de te revoir.

- (GLASS SMASHES)
- WOMAN: Argh! My eyes!

But Darling, why didn't you call?
I thought you were still in Brussels.

Oh, Kent. We were only
hurting each other.

I thought that's the
way you wanted it.

Something's changed, hasn't it?
It's not another woman, is it?

- I just couldn't compete with that.
- No, of course you couldn't.

Well, what matters is that you're here.
We've a lot of catching up to do.

Wonderful. Just let me
take care of something.

- Don't be long, mon amour.
- Absolument.

(JAZZY INTRO)

♪ Some day he'll come along

♪ The man I love

♪ And he'll be big and strong

♪ The man I love

♪ And when he comes my way

♪ I'll do my best

♪ To make... him... stay

♪ He'll look at me and smile

♪ I'll understand

♪ And in a little while

♪ He'll take my hand

♪ And though it seems absurd

♪ I know we both...
won't say... a... word

Wow!

Anybody here from out of town?

Welcome. Nice to see you.

♪ Maybe I shall meet him someday

♪ Maybe Monday

♪ Maybe now

♪ Still I'm sure to
meet him one day

♪ Maybe Tuesday

♪ Will be my good-news day

♪ We'll build a little home

♪ Just meant for two

♪ From which I'll never roam

♪ Who would? Would you?

♪ And so all else above

♪ I'm dreaming of

♪ The man... I... love

♪ One day he'll come along

♪ He'll be big and strong

♪ And when he comes my way

♪ I'll do my best to make him stay

♪ And so all else above

♪ I'm dreamin' of

♪ The man I love

(FLAMBOYANT FINISH ON PIANO)

(CHEERING)

- Ramada...
- Oh, no.

Well, if it isn't God's
gift to the cockpit.

Kent, your nostrils are flaring.

That flying stunt
today was pure madness.

If a lady wasn't present, I'd tear
you apart like a Christmas goose.

Yeah? Keep it up, you'll be carrying
your face home in a doggy bag.

What is this macho thing?

- He started it.
- Did not.

- Did too.
- Did not.

- You're behaving like children.
- He's being a jerk.

- Am not.
- Are too.

- Am not.
- Are too too too...

- Not not not...
- ...too too too...

Are too times ten.

- That's it.
- Stop it.

- WOMAN: Rumble!
- Don't push me.

Stop it! Can't you act like
civilized human beings?

- MAN: Hey, I'm sorry.
- I love you, pal.

Listen. Kent and I have
to talk, so please...

Be my guest.

Let's celebrate, honey.

Hey, everybody. Drinks are on me.

- Free beer!
- I want a gin sling!

You haven't forgotten
my offer, have you?

Little house in the country, white picket
fence, StairMaster. The whole nine yards.

Kent, you're everything a
woman could possibly want.

But I'm just not ready
for marriage. Not yet.

Well, I have to get back to the base.
Tomorrow's an important flight.

You know how puffy my eyes get
when I don't get enough rest.

Good night.

May I?

Shouldn't you be getting
back to the base?

I suppose, if I played life by
the rules, but you know I don't.

All right. You can walk
me to my apartment.

I shouldn't have gotten mad
in the elevator today.

But when I want something
that bad, I get all fired up.

Maybe that's why I worry so.
Maybe more than I should.

Something terrible
could happen. You must...

- But I...
- Don't worry.

Everything will be fine. I promise.

Boy, I hope so.

Well, this is it.

- It's a nice place.
- It's OK.

The only problem is
I have a nosy landlady.

Well, I guess this is good night.

I don't wanna go back.

You don't have to.

I don't want to be alone.

And, by the way, I can go all
night like a lumberjack.

What about your landlady?

You can do her, too.

So, I take it you've
been with a man before.

I'm a virgin.

I'm just not very good at it.

(GULPS)

("ALL BY MYSELF" INSTRUMENTAL)

(RAMADA SIGHS)

(RAMADA MOANS WITH PLEASURE)

Ooh!

Ah!

(SENSUALLY) Yes. Oh, yes...

- (SIZZLING)
- (RAMADA MOANS WITH PLEASURE)

RAMADA: Ah! Topper...

Oh...

(REVEILLE)

Wash Out!

Get into your flight suit.
We're ready to go up.

I got kicked out. My flight
status has been withdrawn.

I'm through, Dead Meat.

- What happened?
- It's my eyes. I've got walleye vision.

- Can't something be done?
- A delicate corneal inversion procedure.

A multioptipupiloptomy.

But, to keep from
damaging the eye sockets,

they've gotta go in
through the rectum.

Ain't no man gonna take
that route with me.

Is Topper around?
I'd like to say goodbye.

He didn't come back last night. He's AWOL.
As soon as Block finds out, he's history.

But flying's his life. He's
the best pilot in the world.

We need him as much as he needs us.

I can't find my lucky gum.
Do you have...

Wash Out?

Oh, my God. I missed my flight.

You're amazing.

Dead Meat!

Mary!

Mary!

- Come to watch me fly?
- No. There was a meltdown at the plant.

- They gave me afternoon off.
- Terrific!

Oh! Good news. We just closed
escrow on our little dream house.

- Wonderful! When do we move in?
- Tuesday.

The kids are stripping the
asbestos off the pipes now.

That's great! Things
couldn't be better for us.

I'm so blessed.

Oh! Your life insurance
forms came for you to sign.

- (MIRROR SMASHES)
- Oh, my mirror!

Huh!

- I'll get another pen.
- No need. I'll sign it when I get back.

Well, you know best.

Honey, you know that global-warming
problem? I know how we can reverse it.

- Tell me.
- No, not now, lovey-bumpers.

There'll be plenty of
time for that later.

And my investigation into
assassination of JFK?

You found the evidence
you were looking for?

Yes. I have proof right here in my
pocket. It's big, honey. Really big.

It goes all the way
to the White House.

- Do you want me to hold it for you?
- Nah. It'll be safe right here.

I'm in a jet. What could go wrong?

Oh, Dead Meat. We just couldn't
be any more perfectly happy.

Where the hell is Topper?

Thanks for joinin' the party!

Hey, Topper! You seen
any of my lucky gum?

No.

Freedom Squadron,
start your engines.

God, that's loud. My ear canals are
very sensitive. Stainless steel.

Took a bullet in Corregidor. Passed
straight through. Look at this.

Huh?

We have these to hold
down the sound, sir.

Oh, good. Thanks.

Let's hope they do the trick.
Give me the mike, boy.

For the love of God,
man, be careful!

Ever since Normandy,
this is CorningWare.

Those of you who excel during
these aerial combat exercises

will go on to make up the greatest
fighting unit ever assembled.

- Topper, keep that nose up!
- He's never done that before.

Red team leader, break off.
Prepare to engage.

Roger that.

- Blue leader, prepare for action.
- Roger that.

(ROCK MUSIC)

I'm minus six. Movin' in.

I've got tone! Got him!

Dead Meat, confirm kill.

- Mrs Thompson?
- Yes.

- I'm Topper Harley.
- Oh! Dead Meat's talked about you!

Oh, he thinks the world of you!

But... shouldn't you be up
there flying with the squad?

I've got a lock. I'm closing in.

- GOOSE: Uh-oh!
- He's spotted me! He's a slippery devil.

Topper! Watch your
right side! Damn!

I'm bailin' out!

Wash Out? What are you doin' here?

There's no time to go into it.

Uh-oh!

WASH OUT:
Do me a favour, don't land.

- Get outta here! We're gonna crash!
- I can't! I'm stuck!

Then I must help you, my friend!
Think well of me!

WASH OUT: Thank youuuuu...

- Don't. Don't look.
- Oh, no!

Whoa!

(SIREN)

Oh, man!

Wendy, I can fly!

- (MEEKLY) Hey, Topper.
- Easy, buddy.

- The darnedest thing just happened.
- Hang on, buddy.

Topper?

Swing him around this way.

Let's go. One, two...

Let's move it. Come on!

- Come on!
- Enough!

(SIREN)

Hello!

Relax buddy. We'll have you
in the hospital in no time.

(WASH OUT YELLS)

Good morning! Excuse me!

Wait, guys! Wait!

Let's go, let's go.

Easy. Easy, easy, easy.

- Let's move.
- WASH OUT: What a ride!

- Wash Out. You made it.
- Why, thank you, André.

I'll have the veal piccata.

- Oh. Get the cardio read-out.
- Where is it?

- Um... It's, uh...
- Hey, fellas...

- inside there on the left.
- I can't find it!

- Doctor!
- What happened?

Plane crash.

- We gotta work fast. I got a lunch.
- You're missing the big picture, Doc.

Nurse, check his penis
isn't longer than mine.

- No, Doctor.
- Good. Now this is gonna hurt.

Ow!

Nurse, give me 15cc
of morphine, quickly!

- Can you save him?
- Can't be sure. I'm not a good doctor.

Thank you, Nurse. Wait here.

- You gonna be all right, buddy?
- I'm in a hospital! What could go wrong?

(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

Mrs Thompson, I know you must
hate me right now but...

there's something
I want you to have.

I've been puttin' a little
away for the past ten years.

It's not much. 2500.
I wish I could do more.

Why, Topper.

That's so sweet.

Why, with the three million
I won on this lucky Lotto ticket,

I can take this 2500 and
just blow it all on hats.

Right, and halt!

(DOG YELPS)

Pete "Dead Meat"
Thompson... is dead.

So is Mo Green,

Tataglia, Barzini,

the heads of all the five families.

It is at moments like these, my dear
friends that we must ask ourselves,

"How can this not be part
of some larger plan?"

Do good men like Dead Meat Thompson
just blink out one day like a bad bulb?

One minute you're in bed
with a knockout gal, or guy,

and the next,
you're a compost heap.

Doesn't that bother you? Because it
scares the living piss outta me!

BLOCK:
I never thought this could happen.

Don't we have what we
need now, Mr Wilson?

This should be enough to prove that
our planes need to be replaced.

No. Those planes have to fail in
combat for the world to take notice.

This is a minor incident.

Minor? I just lost
one of my best men!

Are you backing out on us, Block?

I'm doing this for my
country, not for you.

We'll need the backup plan.

Ready... Fire!

Jumpin' Jesus, they're back!

- (GUNFIRE)
- Take cover! Hit the deck!

- Cover me!
- (GUNFIRE)

Battle stations! Battle stations!

Have they no respect for the dead?

(SCREAMING)

God, I love a good funeral.

Topper, where are you going?

I'm handin' in my resignation.

You were right. You said
I was dangerous, and I am.

Topper, wait.

Please, let's talk. Huh?

They're right. I'm no
better than my father.

It seems, no matter what I do,
I end up hurting someone.

Ow!

You've got to stop comparing
yourself with your father.

You're two different people.

- We both killed a man.
- That's just a coincidence.

He loved jets. So do I.

He was a loner, just like me.

For God's sakes, I've even
got my father's eyes.

- Topper, please!
- Ah, they're just for luck.

You've got to make your own luck.

Get back in the sky
and prove yourself.

Besides, there's something else.

After our first meeting in my office,
I sent my evaluation to Commander Block.

I recommended you be grounded.
I was afraid someone might get hurt.

What are you saying?

I think someone wants
Sleepy Weasel to fail.

- That's heavy.
- Totally.

That's the other reason
why you need to fly.

This could be your only
opportunity to save the mission

and solve your personal problems,
all in one fell swoop.

Now read it back to me, Francine.

"And if you ever put your goddamn
hands on my wife again..."

(KNOCKING)

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Oh, Blank. Come in.

I've been expecting someone.

- That'll be all, Francine.
- Yes, sir.

- Pudding?
- No, thank you, sir.

I'll put this to you straight.
Thompson's death shocked us all.

And that hot shot
Harley is responsible.

I want that smirking little
wise-ass outta here.

Morale on this base is shot
to hell. Just look out there.

Quiet. Now, hardly a man moving.

Roy? Roy!

Huh? I even went to school with
that man. It's just not the same.

Been ignoring me all day.
Remind me to send him a note.

Sir, may I say something?

I know Harley acted irresponsibly.

But his kind lives on the edge.
Always willing to take a chance.

Now, we need Topper for this
mission for just that reason.

I like your thinking, Colonel.

Besides, Thompson wasn't
that good a pilot.

He only had a small family. The kids are a
pain in the ass. The wife's on the sauce.

Poor bastard's better off dead.

What size shoes do you wear?

- A nine, sir.
- Good.

It's settled. We'll send
Harley to the front.

By the way. Thank you for having
us over to dinner the other night.

Cheryl and I thought the
stroganoff was marvelous.

Sir, we didn't have
dinner the other night.

Really?

Well, where the hell was I?
And who's this Cheryl?

Ah, doesn't matter.

Run along, Sid.

Cheryl?

Kent?

I came to get my chafing dish. Our orders
just came. We're shipping out in one hour.

Are you comin' along this time?

- The chafing dish is not yours.
- It is.

- It isn't.
- OK, I don't want it.

- I'll take it.
- You stay out of it.

This is not the time or place.

I've got a big score to
settle with you, my friend.

Excuse me.

I've hurt him.

Topper...

Topper, you better go.
I have to think.

Well, I don't.

- I've fallen for you like a blind roofer.
- I'm sorry?

My heart is fallin' down around my
ankles like a wet pair of pants.

My whole life, all I've
wanted to do is fly.

Bomb stuff. Shoot people down.

But we've been through so much
together. Ramada, I need you.

I want you.

♪ Only you

♪ Can make this world seem bright

♪ Only you

♪ Can make the darkness bright

Wow!

♪ Only you, and you alone

♪ Can thrill me like you do

♪ And fill my heart with
love for only you

♪ Wah, wah, wah, wah

Ramada!

Topper!

Ramada!

I love you!

I love you.

♪ You are my destiny

It's not that easy, Ramada.

This is one night you're
not turning me out.

♪ The magic that you do

♪ You're my dream come true

♪ My one and only you

♪ Oh-oh, only you

♪ Can make this change in me

♪ For it's true

♪ You are my destiny

(COOING)

♪ When you hold my hand

♪ I understand

♪ The magic that you do

♪ You're my dream come true

♪ My one

♪ And only

♪ You

Topper, I'm so confused.
I need time alone.

Admiral Benson!

Really? That's my name, too.

Yankee Doodle Floppy Disk,
this is Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake

checking in at 700 feet.
Request permission to land.

Roger that, Foxtrot Zulu Milkshake.
You are cleared to land.

- Welcome to the Mediterranean.
- Wash Out, is that you?

You bet! They put me
in charge of radar.

From now on I'll be your
eyes on the ground.

All crews report to the flight deck.
All crews report to the flight deck.

Have you no decency?

Ah! The open sea.

Oh, God. I wish I could smell. I had
my nostrils fried in Panmunjom.

Admiral Benson!

Meet Mr Wilson and Mr Rosener
of Rockman Aviation.

They'll be observing the operation.

Yes, of course.

It's OK. I'm all right. No problem.

I slipped on the crab.
Who put that crab there?

Crab? I didn't see any crab.

Don't tell me. There were two
crabs. They work in pairs.

I went to Annapolis,
for Christ's sake.

From the Pentagon, sir.
We just decoded it.

Oh, good. Here, help me
with this. My eyes are ceramic.

A bazooka round at Little Bighorn.

Or was it Okinawa? The
one without the Indians.

It's final orders. We
strike tomorrow at 0600.

Excellent. Wake me
up at, oh... 5.30.

(COCK CROWS)

Get outta your flight suit.
You're not going anywhere.

What are you talking about?

This mission is too risky and too
important to let you screw it up.

You're not flying with us.

- Am too.
- Are not.

- Am too.
- MEN: Oooh!

- All right, mister. Let's go at it.
- Let's do it.

Come on, come on.

(MEN SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENT)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

MEN: Whoa!

- My face!
- My hand!

Attention on deck!

Be seated.

Gentlemen, we've waited
a long time to hear this.

In exactly five hours and 17
minutes, we hit the enemy toast.

- I think that's the enemy coast, sir.
- Huh? Coast?

That'll take a little
more planning.

We have to knock out the nuclear
weapons plant at Falafel Heights.

The plant goes on line in 12
hours and is heavily defended.

If you have trouble
hitting your objective,

your secondary targets
are here and here:

an accordion factory
and a mime school.

Good luck, gentlemen.
Blink, take over.

- Oh, one more thing.
- (CLANG)

I'll get that.
It's probably for me.

Our sortie will proceed as planned.

And I want Topper Harley leading
our squadron into battle.

Lieutenant Commander, sir.

It's nothing personal. I know
I speak for every man here.

We've lost all respect for Harley.

He's poison for the
morale of the unit,

and a disaster to the
success of this mission.

You're outta line, Gregory.
You'll obey orders and like it.

Now get to your planes.

- Sir?
- What is it, Mr Harley?

- I hope I'm wrong about this.
- What would that be?

Nobody likes playing for a
coach who throws the big game.

What's that supposed to mean?

My uncle told me that not playin' to
win is like sleepin' with your sister.

Sure, she's a great piece of tail with a
blouseful of goodies, but it's illegal.

Jesus, Topper. Come on.

Then you get into that
whole inbred thing.

Kids with no teeth
who play the banjo,

eat apple sauce through a
straw, pork farm animals.

Topper, that's enough.

I think you get my point, sir.

I just hope you're playin'
straight with us.

(DOG YELPS)

Alpha Velveeta Knuckle Underwear,
you are cleared for takeoff.

When you hit that nuclear-weapons
plant, drop a bomb for me.

Sphincter Mucous Niner
Ringworm, roger.

(ROCK MUSIC)

Olé!

Yieeee!

Holy cow! My cap blew off!
Swing her round. We'll pick it up.

But, sir, we're on the mission.

Good thinking. We'll pick
it up on the way back.

We gotta mark the spot, though.
Put Rabinowitz in a life raft.

Have him row in circles
until we return.

It could be days.

Then put some food in the life
raft, for god's sake man.

Do I have to think of everything?

We'll tape his favourite shows.
He won't miss anything.

- Sir, there's no time.
- OK, OK!

How can I be an admiral
without my cap?

It's out there all alone and I'm
powerless to do anything about it.

BLOCK:
We're entering enemy airspace.

Sir, it appears we have
unidentified radar contacts.

Looks like enemy
aircraft at 12 o'clock.

Really? 12 o'clock? That gives
us about... 25 minutes.

Think I'll step out for a burger.

Sir, there are six of them!
Bearing 2-1-5, range 150 mi...

Oh my God, a dozen more of them.

And a blimp! A big, shiny blimp,
and it's slowly moving south!

Block, have you got a
tally on the bandits?

Roger that. I got 'em.

All right. Resume combat spread.
Attack formation Delta-niner.

Topper in the lead.
Just like your old man, son.

Old Buzz Harley'd be
proud of you, Topper.

KENT: He's the type that could end
up killing every man in this outfit.

He's poison for morale of the unit.

GEORGE BUSH: Read... my... lips.

- No... new... taxes.
- (CROWD CHEERS)

- Topper, what are you doing?
- He's frozen! Topper's no good to us!

Abort the mission!
Abort the mission!

Return to mother!

We can't! They're all over us!

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

- Damn it! All right, engage!
- I've got a bogie at 12 o'clock!

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

I got two on my tail!
Kowalski, get 'em off me.

Locked up! Fox two!

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

KOWALSKI: My missile didn't track!

KENT: My engine's cut out.
I'm losing power.

TOPPER: My cannons won't fire!
What's going on?

I've got two bandits on my six!

This is insane. Wilson and Rosener.

It was them, wasn't it? They
said nobody was gonna get hurt!

Block, call your men back.

Like hell I will! I got the best
pilot in the world up here.

Topper! Topper, do you read me?

I was there 20 years ago. I was there
with your father and Mailman Farnham.

I was an eyewitness.
You gotta listen to me, Topper.

What they said about
your dad is wrong.

Eject, Mailman. Eject!

I can't! My seat's jammed!

- Nothing works!
- Stay calm!

- My harness is malfunctioning!
- I'll get it!

Buzz! The nose! The nose!

Whoa! Sit tight!

Whoa... Whoa!

Come on! Hurry!

Get the lead out!

BUZZ: It's gonna be OK!

Wow! That was sure close!

Buzz! Get back here!

Whoaaa!

Argh!

(FALSETTO) I'm OK!

Buzz! The wing! The wing!

Hurry!

What, are you on a break?

- Hurry!
- I'm here!

Hey, whose gum is this? Whoa!

Oh, for God's sake! Not now!

Got it! Hold on! We'll
bring this baby down!

Stop squirming!

Hang on!

- Whoa!
- Those are my socks!

Buzz! Get back here!

BLOCK: Your father did everything
possible to save Mailman's life.

You should be proud, son. Buzz
Harley is a true American hero.

- I'm hit! I'm hit!
- Block, are you all right?

Yes! Yes!

Give 'em hell!

Got it! This is for you, Dad.

- They're on my tail.
- I'm with you, buddy.

Hang in there.

My guns are jammed.

- (BEEPING)
- They got tone on me!

I'm gonna have to
do it the hard way.

Anybody home?

They fell for that one.

- Topper! Three bandits, 12 o'clock!
- I'm on 'em. They're all mine.

Here we go, loop de loop.

- Couscous!
- (PSEUDO-ARABIC)

Learned this one from Paula Abdul.

Oldest trick in the book.

Catch me if you can, guys.
Here's an old Buzz Harley move.

- Oh, boys...
- Agh!

I'm on their tails.
I've got 'em now.

Hey, buddy.

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

It looks like they're buggin' out.

Yikes!

(SQUEAL OF BRAKES)

Saved by the clouds.
Come on in, boys.

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

A little hide-and-seek.

(PSEUDO-ARABIC)

See ya later, guys.

This could be the end of
a beautiful friendship.

KENT: Topper, look out!

I got two heat-seeking
missiles on my tail.

Block, Kent, Kowalski,
get the hell outta here.

Get back to the ship! I got me a
nuclear-weapons plant to wax.

- You're committing suicide!
- Do as he says!

- (SQUEAL OF BRAKES)
- We are getting close.

Missiles? Still with me. Come on.

If I can't lose 'em, I'll use 'em.

The mother of all targets.

Sayonara, Saddam.

BLOCK: Come in! Are you all right?
Topper, acknowledge!

- Topper, do you read?
- Topper, are you all right?

There they are!

KENT: Uh, we're landing.
Get out of the way.

Run for your lives!

(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

- Where's Topper?
- Lost contact.

- There he is!
- TOPPER: Pyrex Pickle Blowfish.

- Permission to land.
- (CHEERING)

You'll have to talk me down.
I've got damage.

Hold it, hold it!

OK, Topper. Ease her in.

- Landing gear's frozen.
- Lookin' good.

- Lost my radar.
- A little more power now.

- I'm out of fuel.
- Right for lineup.

- Lost a wing.
- Doin' fine.

- There goes the other one.
- OK, Topper. Call the ball.

Touchin' down.

(HUGE CHEER)

Wha-hoo!

Well done, Jim!

- You're quite a guy!
- So are you!

Hey! Wash Out!

Oh, Topper...

You.

You.

- I got one question for you.
- Shoot.

What is a chafing dish for?

Why, it's a traditional serving piece
used at brunches to keep food warm.

- I thought that was a Crockpot.
- No, no, no.

That's for cooking all day.
A chafing dish...

REPORTER: Hey, Topper! Now that you've
made the world safe for democracy,

what will you do to cash in
on your new-found fame?

- I'm goin' to Disneyland!
- (CHEERING)

You're very fortunate, Commander
Block. This man has your blood type.

Don't worry, sir. After this
transfusion, you're gonna be just fine.

I've only seen heroism
like that one other time.

Maybe you know the pilot:
Leland "Buzz" Harley.

I've been carrying this
secret around for 20 years.

I never spoke up.

I wanted him to fail.

I wanted to be number one.

And I was in love with your mother.

It's not important now, sir. Please, save
your strength for your court martial.

Topper, you had me pegged right.

I was throwin' the big game.

Oh!

I really thought we needed
that other airplane.

But now I realise that American
planes'll always be superior

as long as there are wonderful
men like you in the cockpit

and German parts.

I know you think it was me, but it was
Wilson and Rosener who sabotaged the jets.

They played me like
a two-bit piccolo.

(LAUGHS) Oh! Oh...

Whoaaaaa!

I can see my house from here!

(SPLASH)

Oh no, you don't.

- Admiral!
- You call yourself an American?

That gets my panties in a bunch.

It's scum like you that
taint our military.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

The hell I don't. You risked
the lives of some fine pilots.

Well, that's my job.

Is it safe?

- (STARTS DRILL)
- (SCREAMS IN AGONY)

You look good up there, son.

(MILITARY MARCH)

(SHIP'S HORN)

I think I'm wearing your pants.

- Ramada!
- Kent!

- You're OK.
- Ramada.

You must put me out of your mind.

There's a certain flyboy aboard that
ship that needs you far more than I.

- You must forget me.
- No problem. I will.

Please... Not a tear.

Don't look back.
That's my brave girl.

Don't worry, little one! As long
as I have me, I'll survive!

SAILOR: Aarghhh!

Topper!

("THE MAN I LOVE" INSTRUMENTAL)

- Go, Bill, go!
- (HORSE NEIGHS)

Topper!

Wait!

Whoa!

Topper!

Ramada.

Once, perhaps. Now I'm
called Wawatukeena.

- What does it mean?
- Little Sizzling Belly.

(DOG YAPS)

("DREAM LOVER" BY DION)

♪ Every night I hope and pray

♪ A dream lover will come my way

♪ A girl to hold in my arms

♪ And know the magic of her charms

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Dream lover, where are you

♪ With a love, oh, so true?

♪ And a hand that I can hold

♪ To feel you near as I grow old?

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Some day, I don't know how

♪ I know she'll hear my plea

♪ Some way, I don't know how

♪ She'll bring her love to me

♪ Dream lover, until then

♪ I'll go to sleep,
I'll dream again

♪ That's the only thing to do

♪ Till all my lover's
dreams come true

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Dream lover, until then

♪ I'll go to sleep,
I'll dream again

♪ That's the only thing to do

♪ Till all my lover's
dreams come true

♪ - Because I want
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - A girl
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - To call
♪ - Yeah-yeah, yeah

♪ - My own
♪ - Yeah-yeah

♪ I want a dream lover

♪ I don't have to dream alone

♪ Please don't make me dream alone

♪ Don't make me

♪ Don't make me

♪ Drea-ea-ea-eam