All language subtitles for Flight.Of.The.Intruder.1991.1080p.PMTP.

REPORTER:
Three communist P.T. boats

attacked
an American destroyer

off the coast
of Vietnam yesterday.

And today,

President Johnson's response
was hard and tough.

( jet engine roars )

he has ordered the U.S. Navy
to continue patrolling there,

and if they are attacked,
to destroy their attackers.

PRESIDENT JOHNSON:
I understand the feelings

of those who regret

that we must undertake
air attacks.

I share those feelings.

PILOT: Some nights,
you're the only airplane

going up...
going up into the north,

and when you think
you're the only Americans

over North Vietnam,

it kinda makes you wonder
just a little bit, you know,

"What am I doing here?"

PRESIDENT JOHNSON: We have
carefully limited those raids.

They've been directed
at concrete and steel

and not human lives.

MAN: There are at least
850 anti-aircraft

and missile sites
around Hanoi and Haiphong.

These figures
make Hanoi's air defense

the toughest in the world.

SECOND PILOT:
If you can get between

a ridge between you
and that radar site,

they can't
guide a missile at you.

It's just when you get down in
the gulf in the flatlands.

That 30-mile ring
around the city of Hanoi

is a bear.

PRESIDENT JOHNSON:
Representatives of Hanoi

simply returned our message
in a plain envelope.

SECOND MAN: Residents
of North Vietnam's capital

felt confident in the knowledge

that their city was off-limits
to U.S. war planes.

PRESIDENT JOHNSON:
With American sons

in the field far away,

I shall not seek,
and I will not accept,

the nomination of my party

for another term
as your president.

PRESIDENT NIXON:
The greatest honor

history can bestow

is the title of peacemaker.

REPORTER:
Do you think it's worth it?

SOLDIER: Yeah, I-I don't know.

They say we're fighting
for something. I don't know.

PRESIDENT NIXON: Through a long
and bitter struggle in Vietnam,

American fighting men

have served the cause
of freedom magnificently.

SECOND PILOT:
You're pretty scared

when you have to
roll in on something up there,

especially when you look down

and you see nothing
but a black cloud

or a white cloud
down below you.

It's about as scary a mission
as I've ever done.

I-I think it tries you

to just about the maximum
on the missions.

( wind rushing )

Hey, Morg, you ever notice
how some nights

you can see more stars
than other nights?

Huh?
You ever notice that?

Hmm?

Stars.

Oh, yeah.

I've got an update.

I'm cycling to
the coast-in point.

You're
getting in a rut.

You're
getting in a rut.

I mean, did you ever
stop to think

you're taking your job
just a little bit too seriously?

Look at me.
I enjoy my work.

Yeah, I'll bet.

See? I'm happy.
See? Look.

Hah.

Enemy search radar.
Looking for company.

Okay.

Time to get on down.
Here we go.

( engine roars )

MAN OVER RADIO: Black Eagle,
Devil 505. Be dry.

That's a roger, 505.

We got small arms fire
down there, Morg.

Every peasant
with a rifle, huh?

Jesus, you call that a rifle?

I lost them.

Yeah, you hope.

You got that
river bend ahead?

Just picked it up.

One more minute on this heading
to the turn point.

23 mike-mike, I see him.

Go active on E.C.M.
Jam them up.

E.C.M. active. We're jamming.

( alarm signal )

Where is it?
You got it? You see it?

No, not yet.

( alarm blaring )

Shaft, 10 o'clock.

Jam!

( alarm blaring )

Ah, Jesus.

That was a piece of cake.

This is it.
Stepping into attack.

Arm up.

Your pickle is hot.

Get us up to 500 feet, partner,
unless you wanna frag your ass.

Nag, nag, nag.

Ground lock. Steady.

They're off!

Well, if you got the time,
we got the beer.

How about it?

See anything down there,
secondary explosions?

Nothing.

Well, that's real nice.

Suspected truck park.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Goddamn it. Well,
there was nothing there.

There never was. Well,
we're really raising hell

with the jungle tonight,
aren't we?

( screams )

What is it?
What the hell is it?

What is it? Oh, God.

Oh, God Almighty.

You got to help me.
Let go of it for a minute.

Black Eagle,
this is Devil 505.

I'm declaring emergency.
My bombardier's been hit.

I repeat,
my bombardier's been hit.

Request a ready deck
upon arrival.

I'll be on the bridge
outside.

MAN OVER P.A.:
This is the Enforcer.

Make a ready deck.
We have an emergency inbound.

505, switch to button three
for approach.

Roger that.
Button three, Devil 505.

Gear is down.

I gotta let go
just for a second.

Okay.

Now hang on.

I'm okay, Jakey.

Hang in there, shipmate.
We're gonna make it.

Now keep the faith.

I'll make it.

Nose straight, partner.

505, call your ball,
call your ball.

Intruder ball, 6.0.

Ride your ball.
Looking 22 knots. You're high.

We're gonna make it.
Now hang in there.

Steady your line.

Oh, Jesus.

Shit, he's still too high!

Jakey.

You're too high!

Morg.

Steady your line.

Steady your line.

Come left, Jake.

I'm coming in.

He's too high! Wave him off!

505, wave off, wave off!

Tie it down. Tie it down.

Told you we'd make it, Morg.
I told you we'd make it.

Get in there.
Get in there!

We made it, Morg.
I told you we'd make it.

I got him.

Let go, for chrissakes.

Let go!

Let go of him. I got him.

Come on, goddamn it.
Let go of him, for chrissake.

Help me out, corpsman.
Come on.

Get him out of here,
goddamn it.

Medic, come on!

Watch the head.

Stand by.

Bring it in.
Bring it in. Move it!

JAKE: Morg.

He's gone, man.
Come on, Jake. Come on.

Aw, Jesus Christ.

It'll be all right, Jake.
Gonna be all right, man.

Jake.

We don't want any more of this,
if we can help it.

What altitude were you at
when McPherson got hit?

300, 500. Something like that.

I'd just taken a gun out
with a snake eye.

300 or 500?
It makes a difference.

I don't know. I'm
a little shaken up right now.

You're what?

I said I'm shaken up, sir.

I've got Morg's blood
all over me.

Maybe we could stop the war
till things get better then.

Nobody asked you
to stop the war, did they?

Put McPherson's death
behind you, Mr. Grafton,

right here, right now.

Yes, sir.

Now, what altitude
were you flying at?

Uh...

200. 200 maybe A.G.L.

I pushed the nose over,

started a shallow dive
in on the gun

and leveled out.

SAMs had tried us
when we come in,

and I wanted to
get out of there low and fast.

You came out
by a different route?

Yeah. Yes, sir.
About 30 miles, I guess.

Lucky small-arms fire.

All right, bad luck.
That's all.

Just ran out of luck.

Take Mr. Grafton
off the flight schedule.

You got liberty
in Subic in a couple days.

You need the rest.

What was your target?

Suspected truck park.

You hit it?

Oh, yeah, we hit it.

Trees. Bunch of trees.

Nothing there again.

What's your problem?
Spit it out.

Well, I don't think trees
in a suspected truck park

is worth a man's life.

Targets are picked
for political consideration,

Mr. Grafton,

with the best intelligence
we have available.

You have any trouble
with that?

Well, I don't think losing Morg
is a political consideration.

Look...

I know losing
McPherson is lousy.

I don't like the targets,
either--I hate them--

but I don't want any
blood feuds going on.

Half the time,

it isn't the mission
you're flying that kills you.

It's the one before.
Do you read me?

Yes, sir.

Yeah. I want you to write
a letter to Morg's wife.

I'll mail it
in a couple of days

along with one from me.

Help put this thing
behind you, okay?

Thanks, Skipper.

For what?

You die, son,
and I'll piss on your grave.

( indistinct chatter )

Hey, Jake. Jake.
What the hell?

You're not thinking about
jumping, are you?

No, not yet.

Need help, Mr. Grafton?

We thought you might wanna talk
or something.

Oh, I'm fine.
Thanks, Chief.

So, Jake,
how'd you guys do?

I mean, you know,
before it happened.

Trees.

Yeah, trees?

Yeah. Again.

Right, again.

Hey, Jack, you were with
marine detachment.

You ever
get used to it?

Yeah, I got used to it.
I'm a doc. That's what I do.

Nah, nobody gets used to it.

You can put your job
in front of it like the skipper,

or you can even joke about it,

but nobody gets used to it.

That's right.

How about the old man?

Has he always been
like he is now?

Uh, when he chews you out?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe he figures
he might not get another chance.

Hey, guys, come on.

We got a squad-room meeting.
Okay, Jake?

All right, all right,
all right.

I got all night, too.

I want to introduce
a new replacement pilot.

Mr. Barlow?

Up front. Let's hear about
your life. Come on.

( overlapping chatter )

All right, shut up!

I'm Lieutenant J.G. Jack Barlow.

ALL: Sit down!

How old are you, son?

Uh, 24, sir.

You look 12.

Did they teach you how to shave
at the Naval Academy?

I didn't think so.

Razor.

Ah. That's your new name
from now on-- Razor.

Excellent name, Skipper.

All right, Walter.

Thank you.

All right, at tomorrow at
10 hundred on the flight deck,

there will be a memorial service
for McPherson.

Uniform
is tropical, white, long.

Oh, yeah, one other thing--

Somebody close that door
back there, will you? Frank?

Ahem.

( door closes )

Now, this matter of
the phantom shitter.

( laughter )

Now, I know it's a phenomena

that occurs on a carrier
in combat

that goes back to
World War II,

but this has gotten
out of hand.

Last night,
the phantom left a note

saying he would strike.

And this morning, a turd
was found in the X.O.'s ashtray.

( all laugh )

That only means one thing,
gentlemen--

it's no fighter jock
or recon puke

who is doing this thing.

It is an A-6 driver

because no one else
on this ship

can hit
the X.O.'s ashtray.

( cheering )

Right, right, right. Hup.

Someone...

in this room

right here

is the phantom shitter.

Now, it could be your roommate,
pilot, bombardier.

Think about it.

Movie officer?

Yes, sir?

What's the film
for tonight?

Uh, They Shoot Horses,
Don't They? sir.

Jane Fonda, sir.

Any skin?

MOVIE OFFICER: No, sir.

Cancel it.

( cheering )

JAKE: Dear Sharon,

by now, you've been notified
that Morgan is gone.

He was killed over Vietnam
flying a night strike,

and I wish I could say
that his death was necessary,

but... it wasn't.

The target we were bombing
was nonexistent,

and the mission was useless.

Too many good men
have died like Morgan

this past two years.

Guess I knew him as well
as any man could know another.

He was-
He was my best friend.

I know how heavy a burden

his loss is to you
and little Bobby,

and I know how much
he loved you.

Somehow
I wish there was something,

just one thing I could do,

to make up for
such a loss as Morgan.

"I go on,"
as Tennyson said,

"and the world
darkens around me,

"among new men,
strange faces,

and other minds."

you have my deepest
and most sincere sympathy,

Jake.

( indistinct chatter )

Real sorry
about Mr. McPherson, sir.

What's this?

Thought he was single.

He was.
He was four days ago.

You know this girl, Chief?

Yeah. She's a looker.

Probably first piece of ass
he's ever had.

When'd you get married, son?

Last time at port, sir.

You know you gotta have
Navy permission

to marry
a foreign national?

Folks know?

No, sir.

Do you love her?

Well, yes, sir.
Of course I do, sir.

I got a picture of her
here in my wallet.

Oh, that's all right.
It's all right.

You violated a major regulation,
Hardesty,

but I'm gonna sign your chit.

You realize that you're legally

and morally obligated
to this girl.

Do you know that?

Yes, sir.

You understand what that means?
You gotta support her.

Yes, sir.

This aircraft
has not been cleaned.

Why hasn't this aircraft
been cleaned?

I'll clean it myself, sir.
I'll see that it's done.

You do that.
You get it done.

Get it clean.

Sorry, sir.

Don't explain, son.

Just get it done.

Mr. Grafton
won't hold it against you.

He's just upset.

It's just that nobody's
ever come back

dead like that, sir.

Whole ship
knows about it.

Lot of them come down
just to take a look at it,

but don't know why
we didn't clean it, sir.

When people die, they're gone.
Not like this, sir.

All right, all right.
That's all right, son.

That's all right.

( indistinct chatter over P.A. )

( indistinct deck chatter )

Mr. Cole, how you doing?
I'm Chief Poole.

You come this way.

Commander Camparelli's
waiting for you

down in the ready room.

Hold on, Chief.

All right, sir.

I wanna smell it.

I've been away for a while.

All right.

All right, sir.

Mr. Cole.

Have a seat.

I'm fine, sir.

I was on the Corral Sea
when you were on the Ranger.

That so?

Knew a lot of guys
in V.A. 35.

Knew Jim Becker.

Flew A-4s with him.

You went down with him,
didn't you?

That's right, sir.

And he didn't make it.

No, sir, he didn't.

I know the whole story,

before and after.

I know a lot about you.

Well, I'm glad, sir, because
I know a lot about you, too.

Everybody in the Navy
knows about you, sir.

Yeah? What about me?

That you're a legend, sir.

Then that makes two of us.

Sometimes that can be
a bad influence on others.

I'll try and fit in, sir.

That's my job.

Make sure you do that.

Good evening, Mr. Cole.

( indistinct chatter )

Mr. Grafton, I'm sorry about
Mr. McPherson, sir.

( sighs )

Is Guffy around.
You seen him?

Yes, sir. He's right there.

You wanted to see me, Guffy?

Yeah. Just a minute.

Let me ask you something.

You suppose there's anything...
anything valuable here?

If they had something,
it'd be up north, wouldn't it?

That's right, Mr. Grafton.

You see this?
This is Haiphong Harbor.

It's loaded with munitions.

They take them out of here,

and they stick them
here in Hanoi,

but it's not for you.
It's restricted.

They didn't do it
in '65.

We haven't flown over it
since '69,

so don't even
think about it.

But I do have something here
that's gonna brighten your day.

You know that strike
you flew in the south last week?

Uh, yeah.

We refueled at Da Nang.
That one?

Yeah. Army bomb-damage
assessment says you killed 37.

That's some body count,
eh, buddy?

You think
I wanna know that, huh?

If you did what I did,
would you wanna know?

For all you know,
those people were farmers.

You get that information,

you keep it to yourself,
all right?

I don't wanna know about it.
Just keep it to yourself.

Do you even know who I am?

Yes, sir. I do, sir.

You're Commander Camparelli,
sir. The C.O.

What kinda name
is Camparelli?

It is
an Italian-American name.

Have you ever met a black man
with a name like that?

No, you haven't.

I got that name
because somewhere in my past,

there was a WOP
in the woodpile.

Do I detect a smile
on your disgusting face,

Lieutenant Razor?

I thought not.

So it turns out
that... my family

are third-generation mafia.

They were forced
to make a living in gambling,

extortion, and murder
so that their boy

could fly jet aircraft
for the U.S. Navy,

so I take what I do serious.
Do you understand me, son?

Yes, sir. I do, sir.

Get out of my sight.

Lieutenant Razor,
dismissed.

And don't laugh.
He's your new wingman.

Just take one.
I'll hand it to you.

That's the one
I want you to have.

There's a pair of A-6s
going to Subic tomorrow.

I want you to take one
with the doc.

I'll put Grafton

and maybe Boxman
in the other one.

Soon as you get Jake
off the deck,

you fly him dizzy,
get him drunk.

Anything to wind him down
before he goes up in flames.

All I got of these is a...

strike on the match.

All right,
now listen, Doc.

Don't touch anything.
Keep your hands in your lap.

The only exception
is if you have to eject.

Now, you got a yellow and black
handle here and one here.

You pull it.
The command will be,

"Eject, eject, eject"
three times.

You got it?

Yes. Eject, eject, eject.

Do I say "roger"
or just do it, or what?

You even say "hi,"
you'll be talking to yourself,

'cause I'll be gone.

Jake.

Give me 15 degrees left.

Should make Luzon
in about 15 minutes.

You're pretty good at this,
aren't you?

I watch my B.N. a lot, you know?
I sorta picked it up.

If I'm wrong,
I don't know, China.

What do you think? Huh?

Swell.

That's good food, man.
Good food.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

You're my favorite pilot, Jake.
Did you know that?

I thought
you were your favorite pilot.

Ha ha ha ha hah.

Hey, Sammy,
how you doing out there, man?

You enjoying yourself?
How's the doc?

I think Mad Jack's asleep.

No, I'm not.

Follow the leader.
What do you think, huh?

How much?

Talk to the man.

Oh, I don't know.
What do you say?

Five bucks hard cash?

Oh, you're on, Cool Hand.

Gonna be
the most exciting thing

you've ever done
with your clothes on, Doc.

Oh, Jesus.

( indistinct chatter )

Come on, Jake.
You can do better than this.

Now we're gonna have some fun.
Whoo!

Come on, Jake.
Doc's falling asleep here.

I'm getting
a little embarrassed.

Sammy, you're insane.

Ha ha ha ha.

BOXMAN: Whoo!
You can fly a plane, Jake.

Hey, Cool Hand,
where are you guys?

Whoo-hoo.

Here, Doc, take some oxygen.
You'll feel better.

Keep both hands on the wheel!

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Not funny.

Hoo, yeah.

We're having some fun now,
aren't we, Morg?

It's not Morg, Cool Hand, okay?

It's me.

Will you take it easy.

You okay, huh?

SAMMY ( radio ):
Where are you guys?

That's all you get
for five dollars, okay, man?

We're gonna bring it in.

( piano music playing )

But are the girls clean?

Clean?

You afraid
of a few bugs, son?

You afraid of disease?

What kind of aviator
are you, Razor, huh?

So who's on for Po City?

Checklist.
Yeah, preflight, kid. Money.

RAZOR: Yeah, I'm cool.

Prophylactics.

I got two.

Oh, yeah?
I always carry 26 myself.

That's not as joke.

Not shit, Razor.

It is the biggest cathouse
east of Port Said, man.

Whole town is dedicated.

Know what I mean?

You coming, Jake?

Cold beer, hot women.

Put the war in perspective.

Tell you what, I think
I'm gonna catch you guys later.

I've got something
to take care of.

Perspective.

Yeah.

( indistinct chatter )

Oh.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I was looking for
Miss McPherson.

Sharon's gone.

Her husband was killed.

I know.

You're here on a duty call.

They send you here
to stroke the widow?

Who are you?

Callie Troy.

I'm helping pack their stuff.

The Navy pays me
to help people like Sharon.

What can I tell you,
Mr. Lieutenant?

They were here,
but now they're gone,

like a lot of people these days.

When you get in your airplane
and fly away alone,

sometimes you don't come back.

He wasn't alone,

and he did come back.

I was with him.

( door closes )

Commander Cole here
decided to join our posse, Jake.

This Lieutenant Jake Grafton.
"Cool Hand."

COLE: Glad to meet you, Jake.

How do you wanna be called,
Commander?

Cole. Virgil Cole.

It's his third tour, man.
He really knows his shit.

( horn honks )

You got the D.F.C.
and a Silver Star, don't you?

Does it matter?

Hell, no, it doesn't matter,
Cole, Virgil Cole.

Here we are,
home sweet home.

We're on your wing, Jake.

You wanna relax?

Hey, Jake,
let's relax.

Ain't it great
to be home, Jake?

Some things
never change, right?

MAN: thanks, Joe.
Hope you don't get the clap.

Give this man another beer
immediately.

Boxman. Boxman.
How are you?

Hey, all right.

When did you get back?

Hey, Carrie,
how's the baby?

Looks just like you.

Carmen.

You didn't think
I was coming back, did you?

April. Oh, my goodness,
you sweet thing.

You've been working out.
I can tell.

Come up here.

SAMMY: Some of them
are real dogs, Boxman.

They're all beautiful

after being with you chumps
for 57 days, right?

( rock music playing )

( growls )

( laughs )

( indistinct chatter )

PATRONS:
Peace, peace, peace, peace...

Peace, peace, peace, peace...

Peace, peace, peace, peace...

( cheering )

Get a fighter pilot to do it!

Are you
a fighter pilot?

Don't ask a man
if he's a fighter pilot.

If he is,
he'll let you know.

If he isn't,
don't embarrass him.

Asshole.

Fighter pukes make movies.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Bomber pilots
make history.

( cheering )

Prove it, asshole.

Nice carrier landing!

I don't hear
your engines running,

and I don't see your salute.

Launch the Intruder!

Ha ha.

( screaming )

( cheering )

Whoo!

Yeah. Yeah.

How you doing?

Hey, flyboy.

I think you were lucky,
and I lost money.

Do it again, boy.

You boys
got a problem?

What's it to you?

What's it to you, nigger?

JAKE: Hey, watch your mouth,
mister.

MAN: You gonna stop me?

( screaming )

Uhh.

I gotta go, man.

CHIEF: Watch out, Razor.

Nature calls.

Now repeat after me.
Say "black is beautiful."

( whistles blowing )

Hey, Jake, this place
is a drag, man, huh?

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.
You get my hat?

No.

I don't know.
I don't know.

Black is beautiful.

I'm gonna throw you in, anyway.

Mess call.

Mess call.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Got room in here
for a six-pack and a pizza?

Sure, sailor. Okay.

( vomiting )

Oh, man.

Shit. I mean, shit, Morg.

Hey, Jake. Hey, man.

It's the Boxman, okay?

Come on, Jake, come on.

Come on, man, come on.
Oh, shore patrol.

( horn honks )

Saved, man.
We're saved, Jake.

Emergency egress, gentlemen.

Cole, Virgil Cole.
Let's go, man.

( sighs )

Box.

I, uh...

appreciate you
getting me out of there, man.

I know I--

Hey, Jake.

Put it down, man, okay?

Morg's gone.

Let him go.

Okay?

Have some coffee.

You going back?

Hey, my wingman Razor
is still out there

alone, you know?

Hey, adios, compadre.

Thanks.

Cole.

Hold on, Box.

You'll be all right,
Mr. Grafton.

I'm tactical.

I know this is
foolish of me,

but I'm a little tipsy,
and I, um...

I made a fool of myself
earlier. I was a real--

Slow down. Slow down.

And I guess
I owe you one.

Owe me one?

Yeah. I wanna make it right
by you. What can I do?

Uh, okay.

Um...

dance?

All right.

["Rockin' Pneumonia

and The Boogie Woogie Flu"
playing]

I make up
all my own moves.

Seems like it.

Yeah, I learned this
when I was a hippie.

( slow music playing )

( giggling )

Thank you.

Is, uh, that
your daughter?

That's right.

Where's her father?

He's scattered
all over North Vietnam.

He went out one day alone,
and the SAMs got him.

Since no one was with him
and his body was never found,

they have him listed
as M.I.A.

( chuckles )

Of course, it isn't true.

You knew
I was a pilot.

I married a pilot.

Didn't it
make you remember?

Well, maybe
I wanted to remember.

( both laughing )

Hardesty.

How's your wife?

She's fine. She's fine, sir.

Really appreciate everything
you've done for me, sir.

Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Grafton.

Got a beautiful child,
sir.

Beautiful wife,
beautiful family.

Wanna thank you again
for everything you've done.

It's no trouble, Hardesty.
No trouble.

Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Grafton.

"Beautiful family."

Callie, I know we don't want to
complicate things

any more
than we have to, but I...

I'd like to write to you,
if that'd be all right.

I'd like that.

It would be fine.

I'd like it very much.

CAMPARELLI: Have you
always been this stupid?

How did a person like you,
as stupid as you are,

become an aviator?

Can you read?
Are you that illiterate?

This is no kindergarten.

This is no-no preschool.

Grafton! Get in here.

You were part of this,
too.

Sit down, both of you.

Now, what's this crap

about you attempting
to feed a merchant seamen

to some alligators?

They were crocodiles, sir.

I don't give a damn.

Now go on.

Well, I attempted to throw
the aforementioned puke

to the crocodiles, sir,

when his belt caught on
the railing, and I failed.

An altercation then ensued, sir.

700 bucks damage,
30 men in the brig,

an alligator injured,

and you got away.

Using escape-and-evasion
techniques, sir,

I was able to avoid
being captured.

And, sir, we didn't hurt
that crocodile.

He was fine when we left.

Yeah, he was okay, Skipper.

( bell rings )

Damn it, stand up.

Who gave you permission
to sit down?

Who was with you?

I'd rather not say, sir.

That's the SAMe thing
he said.

( knocking )

Mr. Cole.

I couldn't help
but overhear the conversation,

and I thought
I might add something, sir.

Go ahead, mister.

These men
were victimized, sir.

Victimized?

Exactly, sir.
They were victimized.

We were lucky to escape.
I saw the whole thing.

Yes, and I'm sure
you'd let me know

if these gentlemen
were at fault.

That's affirmative, sir.

That'll be all, Mr. Cole.

Yes, sir.

All right.

All right,
I'll cover your asses,

both of you,

because you told the truth
and kept the faith.

But if I catch
either one of you

shitting in some vital area
on my ship,

you'll be keelhauled,

and that's serious
on a aircraft carrier.

Get out of here,
Cool Hand.

Yes, sir.

As for you, Razor--

running with
known psychopaths now, huh?

Who am I, Razor?

You're third-generation mafia,
sir.

Wrong. You rodent.

I was built with this ship.

I am a weapons system, and there
was a cost overrun.

Dismissed.

( knock on door )

Come on in.

Commander Cole.

Mr. Grafton.

Have you recovered yet?

Hah.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, I saw the duty roster
out here,

and they've got us
paired up.

Looks like you're gonna be
my new B.N.

I thought we may have a chance
to visit for a minute.

What do you got
on your mind?

Well, actually, sir,

I got the word that this is
your third tour,

and I was... I was curious--

what makes a man
come back for the third time?

I like to fight.

You had a lot of pilots?

Oh, four or five.

I'm kind of hard on pilots.

Have, uh...

have you ever been up north?

For sure.

In the old days,
that's where the war was.

Well, I bet-I bet
there was something up there

that really made the trip
worthwhile back then, huh?

I mean, I figure a guy
like you ought to know.

There was a lot up there
worth it. You know that.

SAMs are the scene here, man.

SAM sites are the most
righteous targets we got.

You ever fly iron hand?

No. No, no.

No, not me. I...

I don't let them
shoot rockets at me for sport.

You get to kill 'em.

It's gratifying.

Yeah, but I bet
it's not as gratifying

as what was up north, huh?

I get your drift.

Don't even think about it.

Well, I just know
it's gonna be a pleasure

to fly with you, Mr. Cole.

( door closes )

Hot dog.

Today's your lucky day.

The only A-6 B-qualified crew,
Jackson and Greeves,

were scrubbed because
they didn't have a day trap.

So your B.N. volunteered you
for SAM suppression.

Ever pull iron-hand duty?
You fly the B?

No. Wait a minute.
I'm not B-qualified.

I've never even
sat in the damn thing.

Well, it's a good thing
Mr. Cole has.

Besides, you're all we got.

Whoa.

You know something
I don't know?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look, just relax.
I'll talk you through it.

I used to be
an instructor on the B.

Only difference
is a couple of black boxes,

and they're all mine.

So just... follow steering

and flow with it.

You see,
iron hand's my thing.

( snickers )

COLE: It's simple.
We're the decoys.

We get them to turn
their radar on and shoot at us,

but then again,
we get to shoot back

and kill them
with our missiles.

That way, the bombers can have
a pleasant SAM-free evening

dropping their bombs.

When you shoot the shrike,

remember not to look at it.
It'll blind you.

Otherwise,
it's a simple deal.

When the SAM's radar
goes on,

that's your target.
You shoot.

They either have to shut off
and lose the missile

or eat the shrike.

Even if
they do shut off,

sometimes the shrike
remembers where they're at.

( snickers )

Mean bastards, eh?

You know something?
I think that's the most

I've ever heard you say
at one time.

Oh.

Look, man.

I hate SAMs.

I get all worked up
just thinking about 'em.

When I tell you to do something,
just make sure you do it.

Well...

I can tell this is gonna be
a real love affair.

Break left.

All right, that's enough.

That's enough.

Just checking.

JAKE: Devil 5-2-0, feet dry.

MAN: Roger, 5-2-0. We copy.
Feet dry.

Good hunting, Cool Hand.

Let's let 'em know
we're here.

Put your mask on.
It's gonna be a gunfight.

( alarm beeping )

Man, we've been made.

Give me 15 degrees nose up.

( whining )

A SAM just lifted off.
One o'clock.

Oh, Jesus,
there's another one.

It's not even fun until they
send up three at once,

then we give the gomers
our first bracket

while you dive under.

Oh, I do, do I?

Where do you get all this
confidence in my ability?

( alarm whines rapidly )

Now, that's four.
You happy now?

Aim at the strobe.

Come on, come on.

They've gone into
high P.R.M.

Just a second.

Shoot, shoot.

( indistinct chatter )

I told you not to look.

Hang a left and hit the jet,
goddamn it.

Two more dead ahead. Down.

Get your nose down.

Just another
flight-controlled radar.

Bullshit. Look at
the threat direction,

It's coming up behind us.

Maybe a conical missile scan.

That's no missile scan.
That's a MiG, baby.

Black Eagle,
this is Devil 5-2-0.

We got a bandit
crawling up our ass.

Get those F-4s over here.
Expedite.

And I do mean expedite.
Now let's get outta here.

Give me 20 degrees nose up.

What, are you crazy, man?
That's a MiG.

We don't even have a gun.

No, but we got a shrike,

and that'll take care of
the radar site

that's guiding the sucker.

Come on,
you crazy bastard.

Goddamn it, I'm gonna shoot
before he gets us.

Not yet. Not yet.

That's it. Right there.

Close your eyes. Shoot.

Righteous.

Drop your flares
and cut your heat signature.

Hard right.

( engine powering down )

Oh, God, we got a flameout.
Engine just shut down.

We gotta get power
for a restart.

Emergency generator on.

Okay, throttle up.

Here goes nothing.

Thousand feet and dropping.

You're decelerating.

Come on, come on.

Airspeed--200 knots.

We're gonna drop like a rock
at 180.

Well,
then why don't you eject?

Screw it.
I came along for the ride.

JAKE: Come on, you sucker,
light up.

COLE: 300.

JAKE: Come on, baby.

250.

Please.

200.

Things are coming alive.

Yeah, we got restart.

Yeah,
you beautiful, wonderful,

little aerodynamic wonder,
you. Yeah.

Whoo. Flow with it, yeah.

PILOT ( radio ):
This is x-ray 201 and 2.

We have your bandit in tow.
He's ours, gentlemen.

Cavalry's on its way.

( yawns )

I've had enough fun.

Let's go home.

Wash the windows.
Check the oil.

Hey, what happened
to you guys?

For a couple minutes back there,
you didn't answer my calls.

Oh, that.
We had a MiG after us.

We did an engine shutdown
to throw him off.

In the middle of combat?

Whew.

Cool move.

Cool as a jewel.

That's bullshit. Pulled back
on the throttles too much.

That was a major screw-up,
and you know it.

Well, don't worry.
It won't affect my decision.

Your what?

If you were a candy-ass,
I'd ask for a new pilot,

but I figure you'll do.

Hey, Jake.
Hey, man.

Hey.

Whatcha doing up here?

Eh, it's a good place
to think.

Oh, yeah? Me too, huh?

I like the noise.

It's good. It's good.

What do you
got there, Box?

Oh, just some mail.

You know, outgoing.

Is that all yours?

Well, yeah.

I got a lot of people
to write to, man.

This only Po City,
actually.

These are my favorites.
These I like, too.

Now wait a minute.

You had time for this
and for evaluation?

I got a lot of responsibilities,
man, you know?

I'm a-I'm a patriarch.

Ha ha.

No, really.

A patriarch?

Yeah.

Wanna hear something?

What do you got?

Hold on.

Wait till you hear this.
It's something else.

Listen to this.

Ready?

Yeah.

( woman speaking Vietnamese )

( baby crying )

You hear that?

"Daddy."

No, no, no.
He said "daddy," man.

That's my son.

That's my son.
It's beautiful, huh?

That's your son?
How do you know?

I don't know, and I don't
give a shit, either.

( laughter )

He can be my son
if he wants to be.

Why not? Sure, he can.

Right? I mean,
she wants him to be.

So do I. I mean,
that's what's important, right?

That's right.
That's what's important.

Right. Right.

What's she like?

She's butt-ugly.

I mean, she's ugly,
but she got a great body, man.

Ha ha. Well...

You know, Jake, I think
I could love an ugly woman.

I mean, you can trust her more.
The pretty ones...

they only care about
themselves, right?

Yeah.

Right? You know what I mean.

Yeah, sure. That's nice.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks a lot, Jake.

Thanks a lot, man.

All right.

I'll see you around.

All right.

( bell clanging )

Mr. Grafton.

You wouldn't
happen to have anything

on North Vietnam, would you?

Like what?

Uh, oh, I don't know.
Anything with, uh...

maybe some maps.

Try this geographic.

The map's in the back.

Keep it quiet.
It's not supposed to circulate.

All right, thanks.

You want to bomb Hanoi?

You realize I could have you
court-martialed

for even making the suggestion?

That's right.

You took a big risk.

Yes, I did.

Why do you wanna do this?

I think you know why.

There's guys like Morgan.

They're dying every day,
every single day.

This war?
This war's not gonna end.

You think it would matter?
One plane?

Yes, I do.
It would matter to me.

I think it would matter
to Morg.

It'd matter to all
the other guys that got bagged.

It would matter to you,
and you know it.

So you think
putting a couple of snake eyes

in the middle of
party headquarters

is the answer?

I don't know if it's the answer
but I'll tell you what--

it's gonna get
their attention, isn't it?

You'd be going right downtown.

Be no piece of cake.

Yeah, but it would be
worth it,

and this time, it's not gonna be
a bunch of trees.

It's not gonna be
a road junction.

It's gonna be a mission,
a real mission.

You think it would change
anything at the peace table?

I don't know.
It might.

No dice.

I've been
in this war too long

to listen to this
idealistic bullshit.

Let me tell you, friend.

There's nothing up there
worth dying for.

No, let me
tell you something.

You risk your life.

You risk your life
every mission,

every stinking mission.

I do my job.

I do my job.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna forget
we even talked about this.

JAKE: Dear Callie,

last night, I talked to
my new bombardier

about an idea I had,
but he told me...

he told me it was crazy.

Now I'm very confused.

I know I have to do something
about Morg's death,

but I don't know what.

Tonight, we go out again
to bomb another useless target.

I miss you and little Sally.

I'll write again soon. Jake.

All right, Jakey.

Bring it up a little tighter.

Here we go again.

Another important
road junction.

Probably a couple of goat paths.

SAMMY: Locking down.
Ground lock on target.

Okay. Drop in train, Jake.

Hack.

Bombs away.

All right, they're off.

Anybody see any secondaries?

Anybody see any secondaries?

I didn't think so.

Okay.

Give me some altitude.
Let's level off at 3,000.

Right with you, Boxman.

( alarm beeping )

Oh, shit.
We got SAMs at one o'clock.

Okay, they launched.
Anybody see anything?

BOXMAN: I think I saw two.

They're under that cloud bank.
You see it, Jake?

Break hard right,
hard right.

Okay, there's one left.
Just shut the radar down.

Where is the sucker? Jesus.
They're starting again.

All right, listen to me, Box.
Turn into it.

Where? I can't see it.
I can't see it.

I'm hit, Jake. I'm hit.

Oh, my God, Jake.

Get out. Eject.

Punch out. Punch out.

He's gone.

CAMPARELLI: Grafton? Grafton?

You still with us?

We all miss Boxman,

but he's gone, okay?

Gentlemen,
I'd like to introduce you

to Mr. Young
and Mr. Reynolds.

They're the replacement crew
from Subic.

So why don't you
go ahead and tell us

a little bit
about yourselves?

Uh, I'm Lieutenant
Larry Young.

ALL: Shut up, asshole.

PILOT:
Well, we gotta name them.

Why don't we just call them
"new guys"?

We used up
all the good names.

Let's just call them
"new guys."

New one, new two?

Very good, Razor.

You have
such a vivid imagination.

Movie officer,
what's the film tonight?

There's no movie, sir.
Just news.

Okay,
news in the ready room.

There will be
a memorial service

for Box and Letto
at 10 hundred tomorrow.

Dress is tropical,
white, long.

That'll be all.

MAN: A Swiss camera crew
in Hanoi, North Vietnam,

took this footage
of a celebration of sorts,

commemorating the defeat
of American air pirates.

Here in
People's Resistance Park,

they've set up trophies
of their victories,

grim reminders
of the losses taken

in this seven-year-old war
over the north.

I'll do it.

I'll go downtown
with you.

But first, I want you
to know something about me.

I had a pilot
by the name of Jim Becker.

He was a good man.

We made an agreement
that if we ever went down,

one of us got hurt,

that the other guy
would go on.

A SAM took us out.

We were down on the ground
for days,

sneaking around,
eating bugs,

living in holes
that we dug.

On the sixth day,

Becker stepped on a mine,

blew half his leg off.

I tied it off,
and he told me to go on.

I got about a half mile away,

and I couldn't do it,

but by the time
I got back to him,

they had already found him
and killed him.

I saw it happen.

I just thought
you ought to know that...

the skipper
and a lot of guys

think I just left him there.

I don't think
you left him there.

All right.

All right.

Forget
your party headquarters.

Did you see those trucks,

those fins
behind the display on the news?

Oh, yeah,
I think I did.

Did you ever
hear of SAM City?

Well, I'll tell you.

I've heard a lot of stories
about SAM City, but--

They're true.

You just saw it.

It's no story. It's real.

The Air Force
photographs them every day.

Ha ha. You're shitting me.

No.

Well, then there's gotta be
data on it somewhere.

Honey, we aren't in
the Air Force.

I saw a picture of People's
Resistance Park in here,

but there's no reference to it
on the map.

It's there.

It's there, Jake.

How can it be?

I haven't seen it on a map.

I was there. I've seen it.

SAM City. They take them
out of there,

and they fire them at us.

Now, if we could get
a couple of bombs in there...

set off some of those
warheads...

( snickers )

the whole place would blow.

( chuckles )

There's a lot of guys' names
on those missiles.

You tell me
you're interested in payback.

That might be worth
a court martial.

What do you think?

I think we should have
another look at that tape.

Hey, man, what are you doing up?
You should be in the sack.

You got
an alpha strike tomorrow.

Oh, I couldn't sleep.
I'm walking it off.

Watch out.
Skipper's on the prowl.

Shitter posted a strike.
Said he was gonna piss,

and that doubles
his capabilities.

It's getting very dangerous.
He could hit anywhere--

steam irons,
aftershave bottles.

Just think of the targets
available.

What are you doing up?

Don't lose sleep over it,
Grafton.

The price of peace
is eternal vigilance.

COLE: That's it.

God, look at those mothers.

Rows and rows of them.

Now, if we just knew
where that was.

People's Resistance Park.

Park of the people.
It's there somewhere.

So that's the land of Oz.

( door opens )

( TV clicks off )

( zipper slides open )

Ah.

( zips zipper )

Need some help?

Nah.

Red River.
Paul Daumier Bridge.

Then you follow
the main boulevard,

you go right to it--
People's Resistance Park.

It's right across the square
from the National Assembly.

SAM City, man. Ha ha.

You guys must be nuts.

The Air Force won't give me
any pictures of downtown.

I'd have to send for 'em.

That would be
like robbing a bank

and using your own car
for the getaway.

But you follow the boulevard,
you go right to it,

but I did not tell you.

I did not tell you, man.

You know what this is?

It's the Yellow Brick Road.

In three nights, we hit
the power plant at Bac Giang.

We'll be carrying thousand-pound
snake eyes instead of 500s.

That's right.

When we drop them,
we'll drop them retarded.

I'll bet we can get really low,
maybe even 200 feet.

We can use two
on the power plant,

and that leaves us eight
for SAM City.

We're never gonna get
another chance like this.

You guys are crazy, man.

You're never gonna
frigging make it.

Yeah.

I get good vibes.

Well, looks like we got
Indian country ahead.

We are coasting.

Black Eagle,
Devil 5-0-5, feet dry.

Roger, 5-0-5.
Good hunting, gentlemen.

Initial point,

new heading--287.

Okay, as soon as
we come out of this,

keep your eyes peeled
for that power plant.

400 feet.

Okay, I see it.

On target,
and into attack.

Here she comes.
Five miles out.

Ground lock, ten seconds.

Hold it.

Your pickle's hot.

Hack.

Bombs away.

Your new vector
is 0-2-0 degrees,

heading north.

0-2-0.

You have anybody
you want to say goodbye to?

Oh, maybe just a girl
and her kid...

but they hardly knew me.

How about you?

I used up my good-byes.

Let's do it. 200 feet.

Level at 200.

Hot dog.

Five miles to target.

Okay.

There she is. I see it.

It's too quiet.
Where's the goddamn flak?

Don't worry about it.

Gomers can't get us now.

Nothing's gonna get us now.

Jesus Christ.

Flow with it.

Damn, we're gonna have to
go right through this crap.

Into attack.
Pickle's hot.

( alarm beeping )

Ah. Velocities
have gone bananas.

It's either
the navigational system

or the computer.

The manual says to
kick the son of a bitch,

get the rotors going.
State-of-the-art.

( alarm stops )

It's gone.

We're gonna have to bomb
by hand.

I think I got it.
Left five.

We're at the initial point.
Come hard left.

JAKE: Uh, okay.

I've got the Yellow Brick Road
in sight.

Jesus, what a great target.

Steady now.

( alarm whining )

God, a SAM
just lifted off.

Ahead right. Hold it.

Come on, do it. Do it.

Ah.

Unh.

Hack.

Bombs away. Breaking left.

Oh, shit.
Get it out, get it out.

You're in the clear.
You all right?

Did we hit it?

I don't think so.

Yeah, but you had a lock
on it, didn't you?

Affirmative.

And the bombs fused?

Absolutely.

Well, then why not?

Because they didn't drop.

You're kidding me.

( sighs )

All that jinking around
must've thrown off the A.C.U.

They'd never expect us
to come back.

Nobody'd go through that again.

Tell you what--

I came here to bomb.

( snickers )

Come hard left,
heading 180.

1-8-0 one more time.

Check the A.C.U.
circuit-breakers.

Armament circuit-breakers
back in.

Maintain 300 feet.

300 feet.

We're at the I.P.
Hard left. Get it on.

"Though I walk through
the valley..."

Three miles to target.

Right two degrees.

"I shall fear no evil..."

Get it on.

"For thou art with me."

"Thy rod
and thy staff..."

Pickle's hot.

Stand by.

"Comfort me."

One mile. Keep on trucking.

Stand by. Hack. They're off.

Breaking left.
Breaking left.

Payback, you mother.

( cackles )

Get down.

Roger.

( yells )

( both laughing )

Die!

BOTH: ♪ Listen to the music ♪

♪ Of the traffic in the city ♪

♪ Linger on the sidewalks ♪

♪ Where the neon lights
are pretty ♪

♪ How can you lose? ♪

♪ The lights
are much brighter there ♪

♪ You can forget
all your troubles ♪

♪ Forget all your cares ♪

♪ And go downtown ♪

FRENCH FEMALE REPORTER:
This further dramatizes

the reasons for withdrawal

from the peace negotiations
in Paris.

The only damage

was a direct hit
to a children's hospital,

leaving hundreds
of innocent infants dead.

( tape stops )

French journalist from Hanoi
about an hour ago.

You were over Hanoi,
weren't you?

COLE: It was
a good mission, sir.

Sir, we blew the shit out
of them,

but we didn't come near
any hospital.

You think
I don't know that?

I know what you hit.

The Air Force
knows what you hit.

So does C.T.F. 77.

So does General Giap

and the entire
World Communist Union,

but no one's
going to admit it.

As far as this Navy
is concerned,

you didn't kill a rat.

Face forward, mister.

I'm just starting.

Where do you get off,
mister?

Are you special?

You're just
a sensitive fellow here.

I'd like to take you home
to my mama.

And as for you,

you can lead
the Manson family

now that Charlie's in jail.

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

You're a maniac.

They ought to
study you, Cole.

Are there times

when you have
the moral obligation

not to follow orders?

Of course there are.

The Navy
didn't tell you

to strafe women
and children

or do anything
that violated your conscience.

But you heroes,

you do not
have the right

to make up
your own orders.

You have abused my trust

and the trust of every officer
in this squadron.

You'll be confined
to your quarters

until tomorrow morning,

when you will accompany me
on the cod to Subic Bay

for inquiry into
court-martial charges.

Get out of my sight.
Dismissed.

( door closes )

( dramatic music playing )

OFFICER: Be seated.

I hope you realize

that now is the time
to come to Jesus.

Anyone giving me
less than 100% truth

will find himself in a place
like Adak, Alaska,

or Diego Garcia.

You will be there
awaiting court martial

or resignation process.

It will take
three to four years

to process a resignation.

Do I make myself clear?

All right, what about it,
Mr. Grafton?

There was only
one mission, sir.

That right, Mr. Cole?

That's about the size of it.

We did it ourselves.

Normally, I'm blabby,

but I sat on this one.

You took an oath,
Mr. Cole.

You too, Mr. Grafton.

You took an oath
to defend the Constitution

and obey the orders

of the officers
appointed over you.

It's the SAMe oath

that every officer
in the Navy has taken

for damn near 200 years.

During all that time,

the military has obeyed
the civilians

who were
the elected government.

Now, they might not
have always been right

or wise or even smart,

but they were elected.

Any other way,

and the United States
would be nothing more than

another two-bit
military dictatorship.

why did you do this, Cole?

An officer
with your fine record.

Did you think
you were gonna win the war?

Frankly, sir, I think
we're gonna lose this one...

but I do love the work.

Mr. Cole, you may find that
amusing, but we don't.

Gentlemen, this is our country
you're messing with.

Well, Mr. Grafton,

you have
an attentive audience here.

Perhaps you can
explain to us

why you thought a one-plane war
was the way to go?

Well, sir,
we bomb worthless targets

night after night.

I mean,
three tents under a tree?

SAMpan repair yards

that have been hit
ten times already?

Sir, you know the list
better than I do.

My first bombardier

and 50,000 other Americans
are dead,

and... can anyone tell me why?

I realize that
I'm Lieutenant Nobody. I'm...

I'm not really sure
about anything anymore.

This war's
become very confusing.

Nobody... Nobody wants to
fight in it.

Nobody
seems to want to win it.

Maybe it never
should've happened,

but people do die in it.

Maybe for me,
it... got personal

because I do know
the difference

between dying for something
and dying for nothing.

I know that's no excuse.

I... I know that.

I broke the faith,
and for that, I am truly wrong.

Perhaps I should hang.

Hanging, Mr. Grafton,

is no longer a punishment
much in use.

But a prison term
in Leavenworth is,

or a dishonorable discharge

if a court martial
should so decide.

But whatever happens,
I think it's safe to say

that your career
in the Navy is over.

Only question is how.

( horn blows )

Well, hell, I guess...

guess I got you into this,
didn't I?

I don't see it that way.

It was my fight,

my fault.

It was just your idea.
It was my choice.

Nobody tells me what to do.

That's part of the reason

these human Dobermans
are watching me.

Look, Jake,

I've never trusted anybody.

I've never counted on anybody
but myself,

but I'll tell you--

nobody has a chance alone.

I'm glad
we did this together.

We never broke the faith,
amigo.

If we hang or go to jail,
we do it together.

Hell...

I wouldn't have missed it
for the world.

What we're gonna tell you,
Commander,

may come as a surprise.

It must be held
in the utmost secrecy

and its importance
will become obvious.

I think
you'll understand.

All charges against your boys
have been dropped.

Sir?

They're gone, dropped,
never happened.

What do you want me to do,
Captain?

Cover it up.
Sweep it under the rug.

Take your men
back to your carrier

first thing in the morning,
keep their mouths shut.

Beyond that, you can do
what you want to with them,

but this affair is over.

May I ask the captain why?

Because the President
of the United States,

Richard M. Nixon,

is quite irritated
at the opposition

for leaving the peace table.

He has just ordered
Operation Linebacker II,

the unrestricted bombing

of all military targets
in North Vietnam.

We'd look like
real idiots

court-martialing
an A-6 crew

for doing what the President
of the United States

just told us to do.

If even a rumor
got back to the press,

you can understand
the ramifications.

Yes. Yes, sir.

I want you
out of my squadron.

You'll be transferred out
at my convenience.

Wait a minute.

Good men die,
and all we care about

is following the rules, huh?

What are you looking for,
Grafton?

Revenge?

Now, this is not the place
for it.

You're gonna
shake your fist at God

and say,
"Give me revenge"?

Well,
he ain't listening.

You know what's going on
back home--

bombs, riots,

people spitting on soldiers
in airports.

The whole country's
tearing itself apart.

Is there anything in this
pissant war worth that?

Christ, all we really got
is each other.

I want you
to think about that

while we're out there
this morning,

Mr. Grafton.

( door opens and closes )

This is a daylight raid,
gentlemen--

Air Force, Marines, Navy--

everything we got.

They've had three years
to get ready for us,

the most formidable
air defenses

in the history of warfare.

Our job,
the task of the Intruder,

is to kill SAMs.

Make no mistake about it,
gentlemen.

SAMs are where
your ordnance goes.

Otherwise, those B-52s
will be dead meat.

We can expect a forest of SAMs

and flak
you can lay down on.

We've got to cut a path through
for the Air Force.

We'll be going
in broad daylight

with nothing to hide behind.

We'll be easy targets
up there, gentlemen,

but they're counting on us.

Lean into it.

Let's go downtown.

( all cheering )

Yeah, all right.

PILOT: This is Nomad,
leader on the mail.

Give me the coordinates.

Three-wheel painted Mustang,

suggest you orbit at 8,000.

You'll be good bait.

Devil 511, stay close
and move when I tell you.

That's a roger, Devil Leader.

Devil Leader,
this is 5-0-3.

We're five miles
behind you.

Skipper, you ever been
afraid of dying?

Son, you gotta have
permission to die...

and I'll tell you
when that is.

( alarm blaring )

Got that one site.

There's a gun down there,
ZSU-23.

He's got me painted.

I'm bracketed.

Okay, break right.

Oh, shit, I'm hit.

I'm hit.

511 to Devil Leader.

You're smoking, Devil Leader.
Get out, sir.

My B.N. is dead.
I'm getting out of here.

( alarm beeping )

My canopy's stuck.
Damn it. I can't eject.

Get out, sir. Get out.

I'm taking her down.

I've got a clearing ahead
and a road.

I think I can make it.

Level your wings.

Easy, boss.
I'm right behind you.

You can do it, sir.

Devil Leader off the screen.
Do you have a visual?

RAZOR: He's down.
Devil Leader down on the road.

I see the aircraft.
It's smoking.

We need a rescue team.

I've got a Jolly Green
standing by, but he's unarmed.

We need
prop-driven planes in here.

Send in the sandies.

They can get in low
under that ZSU.

I'm right behind you, 511.
Going down for a look.

There's a gun down there, 503.

Well, how else we gonna find it?

I found it, 511.

This place
is crawling with N.V.A.

We've been hit.
We've been hit.

RAZOR: Call it in, Sammy.
Call it in.

Black Eagle,
this is Devil 503.

My primary hydraulics
are gone.

I'm losing fuel.

I think I can make
feet wet easy.

RAZOR:
Skipper, do you read me?

Skipper, come in.

Skipper, do you read me?

Do you read me?

Black Eagle,
I can't raise the skipper.

( gunshot )

This 511
going down to take a look.

Devil Leader, this is 511.
Come in, Skipper.

Stay high, 511.

Those guns are still out there,

just waiting for more game.

They must think
I've got a missile

'cause they won't turn on
their radar. Chickenshits.

We're bingo fuel.

Can it. We're staying.

I'm not leaving the skipper
out here alone.

I heard that, Razor.
You'll do nothing of the kind.

You're gonna be naked out here
without us, sir.

You get your young ass back
and rearm.

No way, sir. We're staying.

That's an order. You hear me?

Yes, sir.

MAN: We have a bingo refuel.
Make a ready deck.

Make a ready deck. 0-3-5.

Hey, one more thing--

I'm changing your name
to Straight Razor.

You've become
a real weapon, son.

Yes, sir.

( footsteps approaching )

It's Grafton and Cole, sir.

Aren't they
supposed to be grounded?

I see a strike
preparing to launch.

Yeah.

Hang in there, Devil Leader.
We got you covered.

Listen up, you criminals.

That gun is still down here,
and there may be more.

( alarm beeping )

Okay, here he is.
I see him.

Going into bombs.

I'm gonna shove it
down his throat.

They're off.

Ah. You ever eject?

Not my trip, man.
I didn't like it.

Keep on rolling the dice.

( alarm beeping )

Shit, we're on fire.

We're gonna have to bail out
over Camparelli.

Not yet.

God, I was hoping I was
never gonna have to do this.

This is the end of Devil 5-0-5.
Say goodbye, asshole.

Eject, eject, eject.

Goodbye, asshole.

Ah.

( grunts )

( birds calling )

Hi.

Ow. Damn, it's broken.

Watch your big feet. Shit.

You think
this changes anything,

you hoodlum?

You disobeyed orders again.

I grounded you.

Hey, I am on the ground.

You're funny, cute.

Virgil, Virgil,
do you copy?

Virgil, this is Jake.
Do you read me?

Cole,
where are you, buddy?

Oh.

( gunshot )

Ahh.

Son of a bitch.
I'm gonna get him.

What can we do, huh?

Huh? What can you do?

I gotta do something.

And just what can you do, huh?

You don't know if he's dead.
You don't know where he is.

Let me go.

Sit still.

Virgil, where are you, buddy?

Virgil, Virgil,
do you copy?

Virgil, this is Jake.
Do you read me?

Virgil? Tell me where you are,
man. I'll come get you.

Calm down, buddy.

I had to split, man.

It was a bad scene
for a while,

but everything's cool now.

How's the skipper?

He's with me.

Now listen up.

Tell me where you are.

Tell me where you are.
All right, buddy?

Don't worry about me, man.

I got my face painted
and bushes tied all around me.

The mothers
are gonna have to step on me

to know where I am.

( grunts )

I don't believe him.

Get down.

Cole, you listen to me.
They're gonna bomb your ass

if you don't come out,
goddamn it.

I'm outta here, man.
They'll never catch me.

Sandy Lead,
this is Cole 5-0-5.

Strafe where you can see
and expedite.

Right away, man.

Virgil, I'm gonna come in
and get you, you asshole.

Grafton,
get back here. Grafton.

See, Cool Hand,
you stupid ass?

I told you to stay down.

They got you pinned, man.
You wanna get killed?

Now crawl back
to the skipper.

Now. Do it.

( man screams )

Sandy Low Lead,
Sandy Low Lead,

this is Cole 5-0-5.

Go ahead, 5-0-5.

I'm done, Sandy.

I'm all screwed up.

My back's broken.

They're everywhere.

I'm sitting on a ZSU.
They're using me for bait.

Don't do it.

Don't you do this to me.
Don't give up on me.

We're not going anywhere
without you.

Do it, Sandy.

Lay it in on me, man.

I'm puffing smoke.

JAKE: Virgil.

Virgil.

( coughs )

Do it, Sandy.

Do it now.

( guns firing )

I'd do it for you.

That's a rog, 5-0-5.

Alpha Mike Foxtrot.

No.

Virgil.

Virgil.

Come on, I know you didn't
want to lose another one.

Now come on.
I didn't, either.

It hurts.
Come on, we gotta go.

SANDY LEAD:
Get out of there, 5-0-5.

We're marking with Willy Pete
for napalm run.

Come on, let's get out of here.
Come on. Come on.

( bombs exploding )

( both grunting )

Aah.

This is Devil 5-0-5.
Does anyone read?

( gunshot )

Devil 5-0-5, this is Rover.

What's your Charlie Sierra?
Over.

Sandy, clear out
this ground fire.

( explosions continue )

Devil 5-0-5, this is Rover.
Do you read?

Aah.

You're all right.

Shit.

Leave me here.
Shit. You got a chance alone.

Get going, Grafton, now.

( gunshot )

Devil 505, this is Rover.
If you read, pop smoke.

Rover, this is Grafton 5-0-5.
I'm popping smoke.

I want you to drop
the penetrator in.

It's over, goddamn it.
What do you think you're doing?

I'm taking you out of here, sir.

Wasn't it you who told me
it takes more to live?

Well, you're gonna live.

All right, asshole.

Hey, we both go
or nobody goes.

Hey, there's a guy
out there,

and he's looking for
a target.

He's gonna have to
show himself.

I gotta get him, or you're
never gonna make admiral.

Who do you think you are--
Wyatt Earp?

Flow with it, sir.

What?

He's still down there.
Send it down. Put it down.

Getting low on fuel.

Rover, this is Sandy.
Clear out of there. Clear out.

Up, up.

Up. Get him up.

Yeah.

Yeah. Ha ha ha ha.

ROVER: Okay, Sandy,
we're getting out of here.

Cover us.

That's a rog, Rover.

( men chatting )

( bell ringing )

That hand better,
Mr. Grafton?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Letter from home?

Well, sort of.

This is your home,
Mr. Grafton.

You're a lifer like me,
Cole, and the others.

When I was young,
I didn't even have a home,

just a ship.

So now when we go back,

it's just like
I'm only visiting.

Well, sir, they tell me

that you've been
selected early for captain.

They're gonna give you
a ship like this, sir.

They're gonna give you
a carrier.

You know something, sir.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you make admiral.

You ever seen a black man
who's an admiral?

Third-generation mafia,
sir.

That's right, Grafton.

That's right.

I hope
I'm on that ship, sir.

I do, too, Mr. Grafton.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.