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Over here, Red.

[guns firing]

I specialized in hypertension
in nursing school.

That's what I have:
hypertension.

Let's get out of here.
I'll cover you.

Who do you think you are?
John Wayne?

Come on,
let's make a run for it.

I hate to tell you this, pal.

Without cover fire,
neither of us
is getting out of here.

When Boyington shows up,

just kick his tail assembly
right off that island.

That'll be a pleasure.

There's no rules
in this fight.
Let's get it over with.

What're you
talking about?
No rules?

[men cheering]

(men)
♪ We are poor little lambs ♪

♪ Who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, Baa, Baa ♪♪

[siren blaring]

(male narrator)
The machines of war
flood the South Pacific.

From mines and mills,
from forests and factories,

weapons and equipment flow
in an ever-increasing tide,

a tide which the enemy
cannot turn back.

Tanks and trucks,

guns and planes destined
for the U.S. fighting man,

the bravest, best-trained,

most intelligent warrior
the world has ever known.

(Bragg)
Uh, carry the 4 is,
uh, 16.

24...

Oh, wait a minute.

Jerry, you got a fix
on the coordinates yet?

Come on, Bragg. We can't
exactly park these crates

waiting for you
to do long division.

(Bragg)
I--I think we overshot it,
Greg.

About two minutes back.

Casey?

Uh, carry the 6 is 25.

Forget it.

We're over the check point
now. Chop the fuel.

Let's try and keep these birds
in the air

as long as possible.

Join up with the bomber wing
in five minutes.

(Bragg)
That's it.
Carry the 6 is 15, is 24.

All right, Greg. We're
right over it. Dead center.

What a relief.

Uh, bandits. 6:00.

We're short of a wingman.
I'll be the orphan.

[guns firing]

Hey, I'm stitching air!

Upstairs!
Anybody else who runs out,

get upstairs with Gutterman.

(Greg)
Two more at 3:00.

Got 'em!

I'm runnin' out of fuel, Pappy.

I'll let Comso Pac know
we had to abort.

Pappy, I'm sick and tired
of flying with short ammo.

(Anderson)
Somebody is gonna
get hurt up here.

Not if I can help it.

(Greg)
I'm breaking off.
I'll see you back at La Cava.

(Greg)
I almost lost some pilots
this morning, sir.

There are shortages in war,
Boyington,

even for a hot-shot like you.

Yes, sir.
But I don't wanna fly
a mission

and be up there
with 20 zeros
whirling around

and me waving a purse, sir.

I don't recall reading
any orders for 214
this morning.

Will you check
with General Moore, sir,

because he cut the orders.

He couldn't have.
General Moore's in Washington.

Hmm.

Well, listen, Colonel.

Let's you and I get
something straight right now.

We're stuck with each other.

And it doesn't do
either one of us any good

for you to cut my supply lines.

All right.

Let's you and I, uh,

share a little secret, shall we?

Off the record of course.

Your unit has broken its last
regulation under my command.

The fact is, Major, you're not
going to get any more fuel,

ammunition or engine parts
at all.

Because I'm canceling
everything,

right down the line, including
25 cartons of cornflakes

that somebody out there ordered

for who knows what reason.

You see, Major,

I don't happen to think you're
good for the Marine Corps.

And if I can't get you one way,

I'm going to find another.

You wanna lay some money
down on that, Colonel?

You're gonna stay
on the ground, Boyington,

eating coconuts and bananas.

And in a couple of weeks,
somebody up the line
is gonna ask:

"Why isn't that unit flying?"

And when they do, you
and your little pirate band

are gonna find yourselves

air-vacced
right out of this theatre.

You're not that quick, sir.

Well, we both know
how things get messed up

behind the lines,
don't we, Boyington?

Even you won't be able
to catch up with it.

Nobody's that fast.

[planes whirring]

I'm faster than a Gilbert
and Sullivan chorus line, sir.

(Greg)
I'd always figured
Lard for a rule-book commando.

Personally, I didn't have
anything against regulations.

As a matter of fact,
I kinda liked it.

I liked to break 'em.

But Lard and his game plans
put us out of action.

And after hearing his,
I came up with mine.

What's going on?

Lard's trying to drop
a net on us.

He even spiked the 25 cases
of corn flakes.

Casey's gonna have to
make his corn mash
out of something else.

Lard's doing what?

General Moore's in Washington.

And Col. Lard figures
this is the first time

that he's going to violate
the Marine Corps Manual.

He really wants to unload us,
Jim.

If Lard stops
going by the rules,

it kinda cheats us
of our edge now, right?

It doesn't matter
if he goes by the rule books
or not.

A jerk is a jerk.

Oh! You've one of your
little plans, don't you?

Hey, would you find
Hutch for me?

Put this up
on the Mission Board.

[planes whirring]

[chuckling]

I knew you'd like it.

This here's great, but how
is it gonna help us out?

If we're on R & R, we cannot
be gigged for standing down.

Really?

"Combat units will be given
certain periods of inactivity

without loss of
combat status."

Sub-paragraph 3, page 360
in the Marine Corps Manual.

[planes whirring]

Kid's gotta hold of a woman.

[men chattering]

Hey, Hutch.

Yo.

You get it done?

I was up all night,
but we're covered.

Thanks a lot.
I'll make it up to you.

No, you won't.

(Greg)
Arabella. In Casey's log,

it is noted as a small
South Pacific island

in the Solomon chain.

Principal exports:
rum, pineapple, sugarcane,

and friendly natives.

I had a hunch
we weren't going to bother

the pineapple growers
or the sugarcane planters.

But we're purely going to
ruin the rum.

And the friendly native crop.

Yes.

All right, Lieutenant.
Thank you.

Major, they just took off.

Thank you, Colonel.
I can handle it from here.

The planes are on the field.

I've cut the orders
giving you command.

They're up at Fleet.

They should be back
in a day or two.

In the meantime,
if Boyington shows up,

just kick his tail assembly
right off that island.

That'll be a pleasure.

Four months ago Boyington
stole those planes from me.

We got a score to settle
with those bums.

We just might
bend a few teeth to do it.

Well, whatever you have to do

to carry out your orders, Major.

Yes, sir.

[people chattering]

She wrote me this
"Dear, John" letter,

and I lay on my bunk
for two weeks

with this kinda terrible
feeling that my life was over.

Oh, poor little baby.

Yeah, but I had to
keep fighting anyway.

Get up at the crack of dawn
and into that cockpit,

trying to keep my mind
on what I'm doing...

These are the most
magnificent things
I've ever seen in my life.

Where did you get these?

These are stunning.
Simply stunning.

...I hit the hole! Bam!

Gained 90 yards first time
I ever carried the ball.

Coach said
I'd made All-American
if I'd made it to a senior.

Of course you never
can tell for sure.

[T.J. imitating plane]

...rolled under him,
did a perfect split S,

jumped on his tail
and shot him down.

Then I went to his right,
downed his wingman at 7:00.

Boom! Just totally
right out of the air.

Kind of like chattering away.

This is the easy part.

Now came the part
where I had to go...

These guys were tough,
I mean, really tough.

What I did was,
I kicked my bird,

came out at 4:00.

[imitating gun firing]

It was incredible.
One of these guys sideways...

I haven't been able
to sleep well at all.

Nerves, I guess.

When you're responsible
for the lives

of an entire squadron,
it's hard to relax.

Well, maybe I can be of help.

I specialized in hypertension
in nursing school.

That's what I have:
hypertension.

Well,
why don't we try to ease it?

Oh, maybe it wouldn't help.

Oh, no, I'm sure it would.

What do I get, a massage
or something like that?

Uh, no.

I was thinking I'd try to
get you an injection of APC.

It's wonderful for hypertension.

A shot?

[chuckling]

You're kidding.

[engine revving]

(Greg)
Get lost.

Come on, Greg.

Jim, get lost.
I'm getting a massage.

We got some trouble, Greg.

Just got a call from La Cava.

A plane from Espritos Marcos
arrived with 20 pilots aboard.

Lard has reassigned the 214.

Are you tracking?

Yeah.

Then why don't you try

and take a guess at
who's in command
of those pilots.

Old Red Buell.

Get 'em together.
Let's get back there.

When I get down, I'm gonna
kill that spitball Marine.

T.J. Wiley,
the Great American Air Ace.

Shut up, Gutterman. I don't
have to take that from you.

Sure you do, son.

Hey, you guys.
Please knock it off.

Thank you.

Pappy, what are we gonna do?

Well, for one thing,
try not to kill each other.

I was this close to pay dirt.

While Gutterman was going into
the native jewelry business,

I was closing in like the
Phantom of East Philadelphia.

[chuckling]

"There I was, surrounded
by zeros, my guns jammed."

[all laughing]

I've never heard so much
garbage in my whole life.

(Greg)
I found most of my pilots

in the Rear Area bar
awaiting court martial.

Most of them were
natural-born trouble makers.

Well, actually,
all of them were.

Except Casey, who was showing
real signs of becoming one.

Once I'd assembled this band
of misfits,

I needed planes.

And I managed to jerk these
planes away from Red Buell

by masquerading
as a medical officer.

And quarantining
his bunch of misfits.

I had a feeling
that before this was over,

there were gonna be
a lot of guys

sucking on their knuckles.

[plane engine whirring]

Where're the mag points?

How you doing, Red?

I can't fly these planes
without magneto points.

Either you give 'em to me,
or I'll knock your teeth
down your throat.

[all exclaiming]

You're beginning
to get on my nerves, Buell.

You wanna give us a little room?

You're standing on my runway--

It's all right.
Take it easy, Mack.

I'm taking command
of this squadron, Major.

I'm gonna fly a mission
at 0600 tomorrow.

Help yourself. Just hope
your arms don't get tired.

[all laughing]

I don't take that kind of lip
from nobody.

Then you're gonna have
a very difficult time here,
Major,

'cause I serve it up
with a shovel.

But, Red--

We're in control
of this situation.

But, Red-- I said knock it off!

Listen, if we have to
disassemble these bums later,
we'll do it.

But right now,
we're gonna stay cool.

I've got the squadron
and the orders.

Now, knock it off.
All right?

Come on.

[whining]

I'll take care of this.

Thanks, Casey.

Greg, they've been
into our liquor supply.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, Greg,
you gotta let us through--

Calm down, Jim.
Calm down.

You were kinda hard
on our stuff, Buell.

You were leaving anyway.

What are you doing, Buell?

That board is an inventory
and shipping record

of everything we've got going
in the Southwest Pacific.

I want those mag points.

If you don't give 'em to me,
I'll turn my boys loose.

What will they do,
shine their shoes
and salute each other?

No, they're gonna
kick your eyes out.

Let me give you
the picture, Buell.

You're not getting
the mag points.

You're not flying our planes.

You can take that khaki
soft-shoe act of yours,

get back on that C-47,

and get the hell off
of my island.

Okay, Major.

I'll see you outside.

I'll be there.

[squadron brawling]

Hey! This is Maj. Buell!

My squadron will knock it off!

Why don't you try it with music?

What?

Come on, Red! Come on!

Clear the decks. Zeros.

Over there, Red.

[planes whirring]

[guns firing]

Damn! It must be 10:00.

Happens every day.
They're on their way home.

It's 10:15.

So they're late.

You guys are lucky those zeeks
broke it up this afternoon.

You trying to start somethin'?
I'm ready when you are.

We've got orders.

I know we got orders.
What's the point?

I met a real nice nurse
named Lisa.

Seems, uh,
she knows you, Gutterman.

[sighing]

We're gonna get our chance,
Captain?

Oh, yes, we are.

I know.

Been expecting you.

Okay, Major.
Suppose you tell me

how you think
you're gonna win this thing?

I'm not worried about it.

I got a mission to fly tomorrow.

Okay. So I'll give a
couple of my boys mag points

and we fly the mission.

You and your stiffs
prepare lunch.

Twenty minutes ago,
I sent six guys over

to remove the distributor caps.

[engine starting]

Okay, Buell.
Let's work this thing out.

I'm listening.

We each have three or four boys

in the hospital
from this afternoon.

If that keeps up,

they won't have enough energy
to climb into the cockpit.

Okay. So?

You play poker?
Yeah.

You've got the distributor caps.

I've got the mag points.

You wanna play cards for 'em?

That's a heck of a good idea.

The sheep pen in 10 minutes.

Oh, by the way,

I put my two kid brothers
through college playing cards.

I'm gonna purely
take your pants down, Major.

Hot damn!
I got another pigeon.

[clock ticking]

Mack.

Right.

(Buell)
Call.

[man coughing]

Anderson, how about a beer?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Guts to open.

Ante up.

[clearing throat]

[sighing]

One, Jim.

Raise one.

Call.

Cards.

I'll play these.

You stand pat?

Want me to write it down, Buell?

[scoffing]

I'll, uh, take two.

[rustling]

[clock ticking]

[sighing]

Bet two.

Cards, please.

Thank you.

[sighing]

Well, how's he doin'?

He's doing okay, I guess.

I don't know.
It's hard to tell.

Oh, this is crazy.

Playing cards for engine
parts. It-It's just crazy.

Hey, don't worry about it,
Casey.

I mean, when it comes
to cards, Pappy's the best.

I was talking to some guy
in Buell's outfit.

Red's got a big reputation
as a card shark.

It's his one vice.

Yeah, if you don't count
kissing Lard's cluster

and stealing our planes.

I don't know, Don.
Some of these guys

have pretty impressive
war records.

Casey, they're jerks.

Jerks.

Now, would you mind going
and getting the beer?

"Casey, get this.
Casey, get this."

[engine revving]

[clock ticking]

Bet one.

Raise two.

[chuckling]

Anderson.
Yes, sir.

Another beer, please.

(Anderson)
Yes, sir.

Thank you.

(Anderson)
You're welcome.

[clearing throat]

[clearing throat]

Luck's gotta change.

You'll bet or talk?

[mumbling]

Do we have any coffee?

Mack, bring me some coffee.

[clearing throat]

Come on pick the cards up.
Are you going to play or not?

[chuckling]

[door slamming]

[can clunking]

I'm sorry, Pappy.
I fell asleep.

How'd we do?

Terrible, I lost half the
mag points.

He lost half
the distributor caps.

I'm gonna have to fly
with that cub scout.

What?

Pick 10 of our guys.
Tell 'em we're up
in half-an-hour.

We're going to fly with
10 of Buell's.

You got to be kidding...

Do I look like
I'm joking, Larry?

No, sir.

[engines humming]

Okay, heading is 057.
Form up on me.

Buell, who made you
flight leader?

Colonel Lard.

Do you see Lard
up here anywhere?

(Buell)
Come on, Boyington...

Neither do l.

(Greg)
Cancel that heading.

The new heading is 076

and form up on me.

When we get home, Boyington,

we're gonna settle this thing
once and for all.

Anyway that pleases you, Major.

(Casey)
There she is, Pappy.
Guess we'll follow you down.

(Casey)
Nice going, Pappy.

Can we go home now?

Excuse me, Sir.
Rear area has been trying

to get a hold of you
ever since you took off.

Later, later.

Hey, Boyington...

I'm gonna fix it
so you can carry
your teeth in your pocket.

I guess we're through
playin' cards, huh?

Hutch.

Hey, why boxing gloves?

You square off
with your bare knuckles.
You'll kill him.

I got a sore paw.
Bruised a knuckle,

bouncing one off
Buell's head yesterday.

You can't fight this fight
with a hand like that.

Look, I got a lot of tape on it.

I'll keep him honest
with some right hands.

I'll nail him with the left.
Trust me.

Come on.
Let's get it over with.

[spectators cheering]

(Gutterman)
Now listen,
no kicking, no gouging.

Break clean
and all the rest
of that swill. All right?

(Buell)
They're no rules
in this fight.

Let's get it over with.

What're you
talking about?
No rules?

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blowing]

[whistle blows]

Pappy.

Gets any worse,
you better hit him with
the stool.

Yeah. We found out
he was Fleet Champ.

That information is a
little late in coming
isn't it?

We got a whole bundle
riding on it, Pappy.

Come on go get him, Pappy.
He can't hurt us

[whistle blows]

[crowd cheers]

(Gutterman)
Use the left.

[barks]

[whistle blows]

Give him the right
once or twice, just to
keep him thinking.

My right hand is sore.

Take him in a whistle,
or else he's gonna
knock you out.

Keep the left up.

Hurts me more than it hurts him.

[all chattering]

[whistle blows]

[all cheering]

Greg, you won.
He's running.

What's the matter
with that yo-yo?

Hey, what's the matter with him?

Hey. Captain, you heard me.
What's the matter with him?

His kid brother's
a tail gunner in a B-24.

Shot down?

Yesterday over Bougainville.

He went down in the ocean
and hasn't been picked up yet.

(Greg)
Once a pilot hits the drink,

there's only one chance in ten,

you'll get fished out alive.

I knew it.
Buell knew it.

But you can't help but hope.

I knew where Buell was going.

And I knew
what he was going to find.

I figured maybe this
buttoned-down jarhead

was going to need
somebody to drink with
or take a swing at.

I climbed in my bird
and I went after him.

All the way to Espritos Marcos.

♪♪[music playing]

What do you want?

Red,

I heard about your kid brother.

I'm really sorry.

Leave me alone.

I don't want to talk to you.
Get away from my table.

[sighs]

That's--that's not bad, Red.

I'll tell you something else
it's not.

It's not yours.

You get kicked in the gut,

you wanna take a swing
at somebody.

I can understand that, Red.

But you're half-bagged.

You'd go down real fast.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I ain't sitting
with you, Boyington.

And you ain't drinking my booze.

You've been sharing too much
of my action already.

[men laughing]

(Captain)
What we got here
is a marching Marine.

Very good,

as you were, jarhead.

Get up.
I said get up, sailor.

Let me help you up.

I thought you were the waiter.

[people grunting]

Now listen to me.
You almost got us killed.

[whistle blows]

(Buell)
You know how kid brothers are.

Tommy.

He was always
in a jam, that kid.

I might've pulled him
out of a dozen of them.

I remember one time
when he was in
the fifth grade, I think.

Little devil.
About that high.

Teacher had been telling
him about

how the Indian kids
had to go out

and go through
their survival school.

Well, he decided to start
his own survival school.

I don't know what he figured
he was going to do.

I guess eat the bark
off a tree or something.

Off he goes.
Disappears.

I get this phone call from Mom.

She's all hysterical.

I got to get in the car
and go home.

It took me two hours
to get there.

We lived out behind
Sutter's Wash.

Hill country, you know, rugged.

I walked for five hours
to find that kid.

Finally, found him
up in a tree, asleep.

He had been there two days.

Then he got mad because
I made him come home.

Said he had three days of
survival training left.
Little creep.

Anyway, different story now,
ain't it?

I can't help him.

He's either dead,
or he's a prisoner.

And those bums at Fleet
couldn't care less.

As far as they're concerned,
he's just another
rolled up mattress.

Get in the jeep, Red.

Hey, look, Boyington,
I don't take orders from you.

I got an idea.
Get in the jeep.

Just because you
helped me put down
a couple of rowboat captains

don't mean we're
life-long buddies.

Are you gonna get in the jeep

or are you gonna keep
flapping that mouth of yours?

[car starting]

Aussie Coast Watch said
there were five chutes.

The Japanese
must have picked 'em up.

Air-sea rescue
couldn't find a trace
of them.

Look.
Where?

This Japanese isthmus.

It's in their rear area,
out of the combat zone.

That is where they gotta be.

I'm just plain confused.

Red, we got 40 pilots
and 20 planes, right?

That means there are 20 pilots
just sitting around

scratching their eyes
with nothing to do.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
getting your brother down
out of that tree.

A commando raid?

I got nothing better to do.
Let's get out of here.

Yeah, but why?
Why would you do that?

I don't know, Red.
Maybe it's because
you're such a sweetheart.

(Buell)
Where'd you get this thing,
anyway?

You ask too many questions, Red.

I don't like stolen aircraft.

Excuse me, sir,
but it's not stolen.

We traded the Navy pilots
on U.S.S. Detroit

a jukebox
for a couple of SCR radios.

Then we traded
the Dock Master
on Espritos Marcos,

the radios
for two dozen German lugers.

And then we traded
the lugers back with
the same pilots

from the U.S.S. Detroit
for rental on this duck
for 1 2 hours.

Why didn't you just trade
the juke box for the plane?

You're not good at this.
Forget about it.

The answer is
because they wouldn't go
for that deal,

but they're crazy about lugers.

[chuckling]
Come on, let's go,
you guys.

Hey, Jerry.
I want that plane up
at 0400

to fly the mission and on time.

(Buell)
Wait a minute, Major.

What's the matter, Red?

I'm in command of the 214.

You lost that right
when you jumped out
of that ring.

That's not the way we score it.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Jerry, are you up to flying
another split mission?

[sighs]

Do the best I can.

How's that?
Fine. Hamilton.

Take half the flight up.
Fly the mission with him.
Aye, aye, sir.

What did he say?

He said, "Aye aye, sir."
That means, "Yes, sir."

Why didn't he say that?

I don't think he
wanted to say that.

Hey, French!
Ever fly one of these before?

No, but I found the owner's
manual in here.

[laughing]

(Greg)
I was trying not to think
about what we might find

on this Japanese-held isthmus.

Intelligence reports had it
down as a non-combat area

with maybe a company.

I couldn't tell much about
what Buell was hoping for.

But I was hoping it would be
a Japanese marching band
down there.

Or maybe a company of nurses.

Unfortunately,
it was none of the above.

You're going to make
one fine target, Gutterman.

That was a big fat
Halloween party.

Jim.

I want you back in two hours.

Aye aye, sir.

We're kinda far off shore.

What do you want, curb service?

All right, you guys,
get those rafts
in the water.

Two hours, French.
Right.

[leaves rustling]

(Buell)
Work your way around
right to left. Let's go.

(Greg)
Uh-uh. The camp's on the
southeast side of the island,

Let's cut across.

How do you know that?

'Cause that's the leeward side
of the island.

That's where they always are.
No wind.

Doesn't scatter
their green tea crop.

[men chattering]

[whispering]
I thought you said a company!

I was wrong.

This is a fine time to be wrong!

Take my guys to the other side
and we'll create a cross-fire.

You take the compound.

It's suicide.

Not if we get back
in the jungle
before they hit us.

The tough part is
gonna be getting to
the plane.

Sure hope Bragg and Hamilton
are on time.

You're a wild man,
you know that?

Good luck, Red.

Let's go!

[leaves rustling]

Red.

Where's the others?
They didn't make it.

Come on, you little creep.
You want out of this cage?

Let's go!

[guns firing]

There's the isthmus.
We're going in

[engines humming]

[gunfire continues]

Gutterman's hit.

Casey, come on.
Get up.

It ain't nothing, let's go.

(Tom)
You guys are crazy,
you know that?

Shut up!
And get in that boat.

Come on, let's get going.
We only have minutes.

Come on, Jim.

Where'd you get
your medical training?

Will you guys stop arguing
and get in that boat.

[guns firing]

Let's get out of here,
I'll cover you.

Who do you think you are?
John Wayne?

Come on,
let's make a run for it.

I hate to say this, pal,
but without cover fire,

neither of us
is getting out of here.

All right, short one stays.
Here.

Don't you ever lose?

[plane engines humming]

Here comes Bragg.
Right on time.

[explosions]

So we found Tommy Buell,
and we got him
out of his tree.

Now, that seemed to solve
Red's problem for him.

But it didn't do a thing
for mine.

I broke enough regulations
in the last 12 hours

to put in for retirement.

It looked like there was
only one person that
could get me out it.

[men cheering]

Attention! Attention!

Why aren't these men
ready to leave, Major?

We're not leaving, sir.

This unit engaged
in an illegal ground action,
Major.

As a result,
I have three-star Generals

sniffing around me,
like I was a fireplug.

Now you are going to take
the heat for this, Boyington.
Not me.

Sir, are you court-martialing

the squadron leader
for an unauthorized

ground action
against the enemy, sir?
Is that right?

That's absolutely right.

Major Buell has been
in command, sir.

I released my command to him
two days ago.

Did you take command
of this squadron, Major?

Yes, sir, I did.

Casey, I'd like to buy
Major Buell a beer.

[clapping]

I could get court-martialed
for this, Boyington.

That kinda thing builds
character, Red.

You and your boys
need a hand
getting packed?

No thanks.

Hey, McGinty,

I don't believe
we're gonna be needing this
anymore around here.

All right?
Take it easy.

Take care.
Bye.

Getting to be a bad habit.

You're a sucker
for a breaking pitch.

I didn't do too bad,
considering I got Tommy back.

In my book, that's a
pretty good trade.

I ain't through with you,
though, Boyington.

Now I understand
you a little better,

I'm gonna play it
a whole lot different
the next time.

You think so, huh?

Yeah, I know so.

Be seeing you, Major.

That goes for your cat, too.

[laughing]