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[bullets whizzing]

He's hit!

Watch out for yourself.

[airplane engines roaring]

Maj. Boyington
is missing in action?

We don't even know
if he's alive or not.

[grunts]

You're fightin' the wrong war.

[bomb explodes]

(men)
♪ We are poor little lambs ♪

♪ Who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa! Baa! Baa! ♪♪

[siren wailing]

(newsreel announcer)
The war in the Pacific,

a new kind of war,

fought in the skies
by a new kind of warrior,

the brave men
who pilot our warplanes

from carrier decks
and coral islands,

to meet the enemy
above the clouds.

Air power is the key to
victory against the Japanese.

And the key to Air Power:
the fighter plane.

Fast and deadly,

a new kind of weapon
for a new kind of war.

Often outnumbered,
our planes
and the men who fly them

have turned back the enemy
time and again.

[speaking Japanese]

I got one comin' up on my tail!

Don't let him tag you, T.J.!
I'm comin' down now!

[gun firing]

He's still comin'!

Don't panic, T.J.!

Break left and bring him
around in front of me.

[firing]

Be careful, T.J.!
He's right on top of you!

Where are you, Pappy?

[gun continues firing]

(Gutterman)
Pappy's got him.

(T.J.)
Where? I can't see him!

(Gutterman)
T.J., no!
You're shooting at Greg!

He's hit! Pappy's hit!

Oh, my God. Pappy!

You flamed him, T.J.!
He's flyin' streamers.

I didn't realize it was him!

(T.J.)
Pappy, you all right?

No!

Wylie, you stupid amateur,
numbskull jackass.

Knock it off, Gutterman!
It wasn't his fault.

I was right in front of him.

My God. Pappy, I'm sorry.

Fat lot of good that does now,
T.J. Wylie!

(Greg)
Jim, you take 'em home!

There's no way
this old bird and I
are gonna stay together.

Okay, you meatheads!

Watch out for yourself.

[airplane rattling]

(Greg)
Who do you blame
in a situation like this?

I blame myself.

All the guys in the Black Sheep

had been trouble
in the Marine Corps

before I made a squadron
out of them.
And true to their name,

there had been trouble
ever since.

That was one of the things
I liked about 'em.

[speaking Japanese]

[speaking Japanese]

(Greg)
It looked like

I was going to be
out of the picture
for a while.

Maybe forever.

Somebody was gonna have to
take command
of the Black Sheep,

or they'll all go back to
being deadbeats and drunks.

I hoped
they managed to work it out.

I hoped I managed
to stay alive long enough
to see if they did.

[guns firing]

[gun firing]

[guns continue firing]

[tires squealing]

Hutch?

(Hutch)
Yep?

You gotta get
this crate topped off.
Right away!

Hey, look.
Your bird's due for
an overhaul, Lieutenant.

I mean,
it's none of my business,

but haven't you
had enough for today?

That's an order, Sergeant!

I wanna fly out of here
in 10 minutes.

(Bragg)
Hey, T.J., come here.
I wanna talk to you.

Hey, since when did you start
givin' orders, Wylie?

Now look, Bragg, just lay off.

Can that order, Hutch.

Jim, I gotta go back there.

I can't just leave Pappy
on that island.

You just can't
stop actin' dumb, can you?

Maybe that's not
such a bad idea, Captain.

If the Japanese shoot him down,

it'll save us the trouble
of havin' to kill him.

A pretty stupid thing to say,
wasn't it, Bragg?

Greg said
it wasn't T.J.'s fault.

It wasn't his fault?

There was only
two of 'em out there
in the whole damn sky!

Are we gonna argue
or figure out a way
to save Pappy?

Look, it was my fault, and I'm--

Shut up, all of you, will you?

What's wrong with you guys?

Pappy's down,
and that's all there is to it.

And there ain't no way
we're gonna bring him back.

Hey, wait a minute, Jim.
I don't get it.

Why do you keep defending Wylie?

He knocked you
out of the sky twice,
and he just shot Pappy down.

Because it wasn't his fault.
It was mine.

I'm T.J.'s wingman.

It was my job to keep
that Zero off his tail.

If I hadn't missed--

(Casey)
Okay, it happened.

But Don's right.
If we think about it,

we can figure a way to save him.

You don't save
one man off an enemy island.

We don't even know
if he's alive or not,

or--or where he is
on that lousy rock.

(Gutterman)
It'd take
a full-scale invasion

just to get on the beach.

We have to start thinkin'
about some way
to save ourselves.

We have
a stack of court-martials
waiting for us.

Pappy was around,

he used to keep
those rear-area commanders
off our backs.

Now that he's gone, well,

old Lard's gonna chew us up
like a piece of fried chicken.

[birds chirping]

[engines starting]

(Gutterman)
Come on, Meatball.

Hey!

[whining]

He ain't comin' back.

[continues whining]

[panting]

Jim...

Colonel--

Not now, Pell.
I've got a meeting.

You'd better see this, sir.

Maj. Boyington
is missing in action?

[paper rustling]

I suppose that means
we lost a plane as well.

I can find out.

Never mind. Call Skyler,
tell him I can't make it.

Cancel the meeting.

[speaking Japanese]

[birds twittering]

[in Japanese]

[jeep engine starting]

[leaves rustling]

[soldiers speaking Japanese]

[bird calling]

[barking]

[shushing]

(Casey)
Hey, what's going on?
Where is everybody?

(French)
Are we gonna fly this mission
or aren't we?

Well, where's Gutterman?
Ain't he supposed to be
in command?

He'll be here.
Let's go.

Hey, don't go
givin' me orders, French.
You ain't, my mother.

What's wrong with you, Jerry?
You losing your nerve?

Maybe you'd like to
find out, huh?

I'm just askin' you,
are you gonna fly?
We got a job to do.

I never did like
cub scouts too much.

[grunts]

Hey, knock it off!
Knock it off!

What's the matter with you guys?

Let go.

We take off in five minutes.

I ain't flying this mission.

(Casey)
Come on, Jim.
We gotta do something.

If we don't fly this mission,

we are gonna get
court-martialed.

Fly the mission?
Six of us?

We'll wake the others up.
We can't just give up.

What do you want me to do?

Jim, you're in command.

Command of what?

Our only hope
of stayin' out of the brig

is by bein'
the best fighter squadron
in the South Pacific.

Larry, look at this.

This here's a joke.

Maybe it always was.

(French)
You think we ought to
wake the others?

(Bragg)
What's the use?
I'm goin' back to sleep.

[birds chirping]

[man whistling]

[vessel clanking]

[eggs sizzling]

Name's Hooper,
Lieutenant Matthew.

Navy man, myself.

New Zealander?

Aussie.

Go on, have a stretch.

You slept a long time.

Feels like I had some help.

You were the only one
who hit me?

I thought you was one of them.

Gave me a turn.

I raid their pantry
every other night or so.

They ain't caught on, yet.

What did you hit me with,
a tree?

[chuckles]

You live on this island?

Not by choice, mate.
Here, have some tea.

[grunts]

It's bloody green,

but it's all
those buggers drink.

(Hooper)
Must've been your chute
I saw yesterday.

[spatula scraping]

You're lucky,
and that's not
the half of it.

Myself, I came here by sea.

Navy all the way.

We lost a cruiser
to a sub off Truk.

I was blown
right through the skin
into the water,

grabbed a piece of debris.

Happened to be
one of the mess tables.

Just like a raft, floated on it.

Ended up here.
Two days on the ocean.

Off Truk about two months ago?

Three.

That's right, three.

You've been here
for three months?

Just like home.

[airplane engines droning]

Eight o'clock.

(Hooper)
They'll be back at 10:00.

How far's the airstrip
from here?

Oh, a mile and a half.

Last night you carried me

a mile and a half
through this jungle?

[scraping]

Didn't have much choice, did l?

You're not that big a bundle,
you know, mate.

(Greg)
I like mine scrambled, easy.

[birds chirping]

It's you they're looking for.

Glad as I am of the company,
and no offence,

but your dropping in
could put me up the gum tree.

Next time
I'll call for reservations.

You do that next time.

Next war.

Let's go.

(Greg)
Looks like they've settled in
for the duration.

All the comforts.

Why does this place look
vaguely familiar?

(Hooper)
There's the mess
where we met last night.

Just behind is the ammo dump.

[whispering]
Come on.

[birds twittering]

(Hooper)
There's the airstrip.

(Greg)
Any chance
to get to that Zero?

No chance.

They're chained down
and heavily guarded.

What's that?

Just a plane.

Just a plane?

I know what you're thinking,
mate, but she won't fly.

It's an old torpedo-bomber.

[clattering]

[Hooper shushing]

The control linkage is shot.

Instrument panel looks okay.

You know what probably happened?

This thing
got chewed up in a raid,

and they moved it
off the field
and forgot about it.

I'm gonna check out the engine.

You remind me of my dad.

[sighs]

(Greg)
The prop's pin,
the oil lines are gone,

the magneto, most of the wiring.

They stripped it.

Let's go, mate,
it's 10:00.

There'll be a patrol by here
any minute.

You really got
this island down,
don't you, Hooper?

I plan to be here a long time.

Till the war's over?

Till our side shows up.

My dad was an infantry captain.

Chest full of medals.

He used to tell me,
"A soldier's job
is to be a hero,"

One day he didn't come home.

He was so busy being a hero,
he forgot to stay alive.

I plan to survive
on this island.

So can you,
if you do what I tell you.

[liquid sloshing]

It's got gas in it.

Let's go.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

(woman)
Col. Lard to see you, sir.

[sighs]

Tell him I'm out.

I tried, sir,
but he says it's urgent.

Send him in.

General...

Sir, I've just seen the, uh,
morning flight reports
from the bomber wings.

And?

808 flew the Slot this morning
without fighter escort.

Any damage?

Well, luckily, no.

Well, how the hell
did that happen?

Was an escort scheduled?

Yes, sir, it was.

What unit?

214, sir.

I see.

General, I don't want
to open an old argument,

I know how you feel
about the 214,

but, uh, this is
gross neglect of duty
in combat.

And I don't feel
I can overlook it.

Of course you can't overlook it.

I haven't asked you
to overlook it.

No, sir, you haven't.

I'll take care of the situation.

It won't happen again.

Boyington is missing in action.

It's not surprising
that his unit is demoralized.

With all due respect, sir,

I feel that the 214
can't function any longer

without Maj. Boyington.

I would like to
reassign the unit.

Why do I get the feeling
that you're enjoying this,
Colonel?

General, whatever else
Maj. Boyington is,

he's a Marine Corps officer.

The loss of any officer
in my command

affects me personally,
and I do not enjoy it.

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have said that.
You're right.

Well, sir,
what about the reassignment?

I'll have to give that
some thought.

General, we can't continue
to assign them escort missions

in the hopes
that they're going to be
sober enough to fly them.

I'll make that decision.

Thank you, Colonel.
That's all.

Yes, sir.
Good day, sir.

[door closes]

Looking for this?
Yeah.

There you go.

[clears throat]

Where's the clip?

Sit down, mate.

Hey, the sun's goin' down.
I got an errand to run.

I wouldn't say
that's exactly wise.

What's on your mind?

I don't want you
goin' back to that camp.

They've put on extra patrols.

The way I see it,
you and me are partners.

If our, uh, Oriental friends
should get a hold of you, uh,

you're liable to
tell 'em all about me.

Don't worry about it.

I'll save the last bullet
for myself, okay?

Why push your luck, mate?

Take a week or so.

Lay low like you Yanks call it.

We've got a duty
to try and escape

and return to our units.

You're wrong.

We're not POWs.
I'd say we're guerrillas.

Like hell we are.

You're sittin' out here
like Lord Nelson in India,

waiting for somebody else
to win the damn war for you.

[scoffs]
Guerillas.

You got it soft
and you don't wanna spoil it.

Who do you think you are,
talkin' to me like that?

Forget it.

I won't forget it.

Now I saved your bleedin' life
last night.

I know this island, you don't.

Now, who says
I don't have the right
to survive this war?

You're a bloody maniac,
is what you are!

Hooper, what did you do
on that Aussie ship of yours?

I was a cook.

No Lieutenant?

I'm not some kill-crazy commando

or a fighter pilot,

and I don't think
it'd be fun to die.

Neither do l.

The bullets?

No.

I'm goin' without 'em.

If they spot you,
don't come back.

[exclaims]

[knocking]

[latch clicking]

[guns firing]

[people cheering]

(man)
We're about to count.
There start the stampedes.

[man screaming]

[soldiers chattering]

[all laughing]

[soldiers exclaiming]

[speaking Japanese]

[soldier continues chattering]

[leaves rustling]

[metallic clinking]

You might as well
have left 'em a bloody map.

I never took that much
in a week.

If this war's as screwed up on
their side as it is on ours,

they'll never even know
I was there.

Don't be a bloody idiot.

How long do you think
it will take them to find us
if they really look?

This island's not
two miles long
and half as wide.

Hooper, how can they find us
if we are not here?

Magneto, oil line,

ignition harness.

Tomorrow I'm gonna work on
the plane we found.

Tonight, rice wine.

You must be daft.

If you don't want it,
give it back.

You're not gonna get me killed.

If you don't want it,
give it back.

[exclaims]

[plane engine droning]

[door bangs]
Hey!

(General)
On your feet, Captain.

[crashing]

I said, on your feet!

You're the sorriest bunch
of jerks I've ever seen

in the Marine Corps.

How Boyington ever made
a squadron out of you,

I'll never know.

Begging the General's
pardon, sir. l--

Shut up!

I've been flying high cover
for this outfit

for over a month.

When I think of all
the strings I've pulled

to keep you bums
out of the stockade,

it's really a shame.

Every one of you could
do with a good, solid year

of military discipline.

If I didn't like Greg Boyington,

if I didn't know the love
and the sweat

he put into this unit,

I'd cut everybody loose
right now.

I am ashamed of myself.

I let a fast-talking
con artist buffalo me

into believing in you--you
worthless blockheads.

You've let me down.

You've let Greg down.

You make me sick.

Any comments?

I didn't come here
to belabor the obvious.

Gutterman!

Yes, sir.

The 214 flies bomber
escort at 0730

tomorrow morning.

You'll rendezvous with 803
over Pelatua.

Now, I cut these orders,

and I am not going to
change them.

I think Boyington
was wrong about all of you,

and I'm gonna find out.

Now, you fly that mission,

or I'll get men in here who can.

[door slams]

Would you gentlemen
like to tell the General

what he can do with his orders?

[Gutterman sighing]

(Greg)
Hooper,

you wanna get off this island?

Come with me.
I need your help.

I told you, I don't want you
goin' back there tonight.

I'm not goin' tonight.
I'm goin' now.

In daylight?

If I go back tonight,
they could be waiting for me

with extra guards, lights,
maybe even a trap.

I'm gonna fool 'em.

No.

I hope you remembered
to put bullets in it.

I'm warning you.

Hooper, you can sit here
and grow roots for all I care,

or you can fly off
this island with me.

But you are not
gonna stand in my way.

No!

[Hooper grunts]

[grunting]

You haven't done
much of this, have you?

You're fighting the wrong war.

You got a glass jaw, too.

[Hooper panting]

Come on.

What are you tryin' to prove?

You called me a coward
because I want to stay alive.

I've been called that before.
This time I've had it.

I don't know what you are
talkin' about, mate.

I never called you a coward,

and I don't care whether
or not you are a coward.

But I'll tell you one thing.
I'm a boxer.

Now, if you want to get off
this island,

you'd be here when I get back.

[grunting]

[exclaims]

[speaking Japanese]

[gun firing]

[firing continues]

[Hooper grunting]

Hooper.

[birds chirping]

It was you, wasn't it?

[soldiers clamoring]

[footsteps approaching]

[speaking Japanese]

(Hooper)
♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪

♪ You'll come
a-waltzing Matilda with me ♪♪

[Hooper screaming]

Hey, Jim? Could we talk to you
for a minute?

We?

If we are having a party,

I hope you all have brought
some booze.

[sighing]

Jim, uh,

the fellas and l
were just thinking about

what Gen. Moore said
this afternoon, uh,

well, about Pappy
being wrong about us.

Yeah, he wasn't wrong about us.

He said we're a bunch
of drunken screw-ups.

Ain't that what we are?

Well, ain't it?

You know, it's funny, Jim.
I never figured

on spending
a whole career as screw-up.

Now, each to
his own calling, right?

You all want a drink?

No, thanks.

(French)
Forget it.

So we're all on the wagon now?

Oh, well, maybe
if we tried, you know,

may be if we try
to pull ourselves--
Who is stopping you?

Who's stoppin' any of you?

You wanna wake up
tomorrow morning
and play fly-boy

you go right ahead.

Don't come around here
belly-aching

because I didn't ask to be
in command of this unit,

and I don't want to be
in command of this unit.

[panting]

l--l cannot take Pappy's place.

If you ask me, nobody can.

We are not asking you
to be Pappy,

we are asking you
to be yourself.

We have confidence in you, Jim.

Great. Look what happened
to them.

If you don't mind, would you
get the hell out of here?

Let me go back to being myself.

[door opens]

[sighing]

Jim.

I'll have to get a lock
on this tent.

[T.J. sighing]

Jim, l--l wanna ask
for reassignment

uh, back to a desk job
in Pearl Harbor.

You're the commanding officer
now.

So you got to sign the orders.

You're a pilot, T.J.

You'll never make it
as a desk jockey.

I ain't up in the brig, anyway.

Maybe, maybe not.

I just don't feel right
about being here anymore.

The Black Sheep
are falling apart.

It's my fault.

It's all over for us anyway.

You said so yourself.

Talk about it
in the morning, T.J.

What's the point?

We both know
I don't belong in the air.

I said we'll talk about it
in the morning, T.J.

[footsteps leaving]

[panting]

Casey!

Get 'em up.

We're on the flight line
in 15 minutes. Let's go.

Yes, sir!

(Casey)
Hey, you guys.

Up, up, up, up, up!

All right!

Let's get up.
We're gonna make a move!
Let's go.

What the hell's
goin' on here anyway?

We're gonna fly some
airplanes, Bragg. All of us.

So the little conversation
with the General there

got to you, huh?

Bragg, you have five minutes
to be dressed

and on that flight line.
That's an order.

You hear me, Bragg?
Yeah, sure.

[Meatball barking]

(men)
Let's go!

Where's Wylie?

Wylie, are you crazy, Jim?

Why don't you leave T.J. on
the ground where he belongs?

'Cause he's a member
of this unit.

What happened with Greg
was an accident,
that's the end of that.

He flies with us. T.J.!

T.J.! Where is T.J.?

T.J.!

Come on, T.J.,
we ain't got all day.

Come on.

All right.

I've only got one thing
to say to you guys.

Any man who doesn't
follow orders in the air,

I'm gonna flame him personally
and that's a promise.

I want every member
in this squadron

to come back with a kill

or don't come back
at all. Let's go.

(all)
All right! Here we go!

[plane engines starting]

[revving]

[roaring]

[speaking Japanese]

[explosion]

[soldiers clamoring]

[explosions continue]

[scoffs]
You bloody fool.

I told you,
you'd get us both killed.

Hasn't happened yet, has it?

[bombs exploding]

[exhales]

[bombs continue exploding]

[sputtering]

Hey, Boyle, pull it in
and keep it tight.

(Gutterman)
Tired bunch of drunks up here.

Ain't enough we can
shoot straight,

we gotta fly straight, too.

Hey, hey, bogey at 6 o'clock.

Who gets it?

(Boyle)
I'll take it.
He's a sitting duck.

Hey, Boyle,
let T.J. have him.

Somebody get it.

Looks like he's mine.

[droning]

Will you look
at that monkey fly?

Hey, T.J.,
you need any help?

(Gutterman)
Leave him alone, man.

That guy really can
fly that bird!

[plane exploding]

I got him! I got him!

Good.

[buzzing]

Go ahead. I'm coming down
to take a look.

Oh, no!

You guys better come down
and check this out.

Looks like Pappy's come home.

Pappy?

Congratulations, T.J. You've
gone and you've done it again.

I don't believe it.

That's my unit up there.

Huh, small war, isn't it?

(Greg)
You know all that talk

back there about you
being a coward?

[clears throat]

I wonder if we could
forget about that, matey?

No use for a thing like that
gettin' around, is there?

What's wrong
with being a coward?

It's guys who're afraid of
being a coward

that turn out to be heroes.

They think they got
something to prove.

I'll tell ya.

Guys like that make
this work very dangerous.

[panting]

We're ready.
Where is he?

He's on his way, uh,
we had to...

I mean, he had to get dressed.

The Navy brought him in
last night by boat,

and we sort of had a time of it

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know.

Here he comes. Look.

(man)
Attention!

[Greg and Gutterman
clearing throat]

(Greg)
Phew.

Can't a man die in peace?

Hey, Meatball!

Come on, Meatball.
Come on.

[Meatball whining]

(Greg)
That's a good dog.
Yes. Here's a good dog!

Hey.

(Greg)
Hey, Meatball.

He didn't even miss me.

(Greg)
Hey, T.J.

[grunting]

You had a lot of
good practice on me.

I'm really sorry, Pappy.

Some day,

you will do
an even better job
than the enemy.

Thanks, Pappy.

Sure you're ready for this?

Pappy's ready for anything,
aren't you, Pappy?

(Greg)
Hmm.

(Casey)
He's ready.

Okay.

(director)
Roll the camera.

(newsreel announcer)
Good news for the men

of the fighting 214.

Ace Greg "Pappy" Boyington
returns to action

in the South Pacific.