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[machine guns firing]

We're not going to need
a wingman, Doug,

'cause you're not going
to be flying.

I love these guys around here.

I don't want to see them
get blown out of the sky

like a bunch of birds
at a turkey shoot.

(Greg)
Foxhole Leader,
we've got bogies at 4:00.

[machine guns firing]

We're like one big,
happy family,

and you're our newest member.

[glass crashing]

My guns are jammed.

Jim, get that Zero off of Deke.

♪ We are poor, little lambs ♪

♪ Who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, baa, baa ♪♪

[siren roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]

♪♪[theme music playing]

(newsreel narrator)
A mighty task force presses
towards the Philippines.

With the Japanese aggressors
on the offensive,

Allied warships push deep
into enemy-held waters,

meeting fierce resistance
from the air.

With fanatical devotion to
their Emperor,

the Japanese suffer heavy losses

in unsuccessful attempts
to halt the Allied thrust.

The fighting son
of a fighting father
heads back to war!

Marine Lieutenant
Douglas Rafferty,

son of Admiral Daniel Rafferty,

enjoys a brief reunion
with his father
on Pearl Harbor,

before shipping out
for reassignment
in the Solomons.

An ace since
the Battle of the Coral Sea,

young Rafferty carries
all the pride and heritage

of a distinguished name,
back into action.

There's your $10,

and I'll raise you $15.

Lieutenant?

Bye me.

Now, looks like
I might have to find
this pot a home...

[projector whirring]

(Moore)
Stop it right there!

1,000 rounds of 50 caliber
and that Zeke still flies!

Gentlemen,
you can see the problem.

Lights.

[light switch clicking]

Now, we recovered these films,
and the pilot, thank heavens,
from the ocean,

just this side of Choiseul.

These are no ordinary airplanes.

And these are
no ordinary pilots.

How do we recognize them?

Colonel?

All right, these planes
are different.

They're Zeros, but they're
specially modified,

with heavy armor protecting
all their vulnerable points.

You'll notice the tail
and wing sections have their
leading edges buttressed.

The profile of the wing is
fatter and rounder.

(Greg)
For once, it looked like
the desk jockeys were right.

We were flying against
carrier pilots in the hottest
sticks this side of the Ginza.

It was a sobering thought.

(Moore)
Gentlemen.

I'd like to make this clear.

When your units engage
these modified Zekes,

no suicidal heroics.

Disengage from combat,
and get your aircraft
home safely.

Do you understand that?

[chattering]

Yes, Boyington.

Excuse me, General,
but I'd like to get
this straight.

Are you telling us not
to engage the enemy,
to turn and run?

Is that what
you're telling us, sir?

That's exactly what
I'm telling you.

The fact is, gentlemen,
that our supplies are limited.

We can't continue to waste
fuel and ammunition

fighting these
planes with negative results.

(Moore)
We also lost good pilots
because we weren't prepared.

Excuse me, sir.

When will we be prepared, sir?

You will be informed, Major.

That's all.

[all chattering]

(P.A.)
Maj. Thompson, Maj. Thompson.
Fleet Operations, please.

(Casey)
Seven of diamonds--
no help.

[door closing]

[clearing throat]

How're you doing, Pappy?

Mmm-hmm.

Now, gentlemen,
before I turn over
this next card,

would anybody care to
call for a misdeal?

C'mon, c'mon.

There she is.

Tough war, isn't it?

$20.

[sighing]

Well, I guess I'm just going
to have to see your $20,

and bump you $20.

You're right, Major.

It isn't easy when you've got
queens up and this
fine gentlemen raises.

Call.

[sighing]

Take it away.

Well, I hate to leave you,
gentlemen, but duty calls.

Yeah, duty always calls
the winners.

Oh, uh, Major?

Doug Rafferty's the name.

Hi, Greg Boyington.

That's what you get for
playing without me.

You should've bumped him again.

No kidding?
Admiral Rafferty's son?

Yeah, he's here
for reassignment.

Can you imagine
what it'd be like?

An admiral's son in the 214?

He's an ace, isn't he?

5 kills.

Just think.

"Dad, we need
a couple of airplanes."

"Will 50 be enough, son?"

"Why sure, Dad."

You know, we could use
another sharpshooter
in this outfit.

Especially after what I heard
in the briefing session.

Trouble?
Trouble.

Let's go to Pilot Rotations.

[airplane engines roaring]

(Greg)
Boyington's rules of warfare:

Don't pass up an opportunity.

You can never tell when it
may come in handy.

Having an admiral's son
in the Black Sheep
seemed like an opportunity.

I pulled some strings and got
Rafferty assigned to 214.

And then I had another problem.

[all chattering]

(Greg)
Those are the orders!

Now, if you spot any
of these carrier planes,

you do not,

you do not

engage them.

(pilots)
Why?

Greg, we've flown 19
missions without a casualty.

We're supposed to quit winners?

Jim, we're outclassed.

[pilots clamoring]
Outclassed?

Why don't we just
wave a white flag
from the cockpit?

How 'bout yellow flags?

Did you say "yellow," mister?

Don't you ever say "yellow"
to me again.
D'you understand that?

Yes, sir.

Now, look, you heroes.

I've been hearing about
a new ammo that
the Navy's been developing.

It's a high-velocity,
armor-piercing incendiary.

They've been
using it to knock down
dive-bombers.

Now, I figure it--it just may
work on these new Zeros.

That's grand,
but we never get
anything from the Navy!

[clamoring]

Anderson, I have
been working on that

(all)
Ah!

Well, tell us something.

Trust me.

[airplane engine roaring]

[birds chirping]

Do you know this
new kid's an ace?

How 'bout that?

Another ace in the outfit.

[tires screeching]

Pappy.

Did you order 50 cases of
Australian infantry helmets?

Yeah.

What're we gonna
do with Australian
infantry helmets?

Who says they have to be
Australian helmets?

We just scratch out
the English,
write in a little Japanese,

and what do we have?

Japanese infantry helmets!

We sell 'em to the desk jockeys,

they send 'em back
home as souvenirs.

[door clanging]

Hey, Jim.

D'you see who got off
that plane over there?

Was it a nurse?
I'll shower.

It was no nurse.

But it looks like we got
ourselves a new pilot.

So what?

So what?

It's Doug.

Rafferty?

You gotta be kidding.

When it comes to that guy,
I don't kid.

And I'll tell you something,
Jim.

Either he goes, or I go.

I ain't gonna go living
through that again.

[Meatball barking]

[Pappy sighing]

Hey, Pappy, I'll get on those
Japanese helmets right away.

Good, good. Do it.

Hey, you meatheads.

This is Doug Rafferty.
He's going to be
flying with us.

And he already has five kills.

Put her there, boy.

(Greg)
What'll you have, Doug?

Uh, beer.

Yeah. Sorry, it's warm.

Hope you like it like that.

Anyway you can get it, huh?

Hey, Boyle,
d'you lose your razor?

No, Pappy.

Good. Then shave it.

Welcome aboard, Rafferty.

Look, uh, Major.

I don't want you to take this
the wrong way,

But I was wondering just how
I got assigned to, uh, 214.

You had a streak of good luck.

I got a feeling
there was something

going on over at ComSoPac,

like a payoff of some sort.

That operations officer,
Wilner, got a case of Scotch,

and then there was the
Captain at Pilot Rotations

who ended up with
leave in Sydney.

You don't want to fly
with this unit?

No, sir, that's not it.

This squadron's one of
the best in the South Pacific,

but I was sort of hoping
for carrier duty.

Carrier duty?

You want carrier duty?
Well, I can set that
up for you,

but there's certain things
you should consider.

Around here we
brush our teeth with
Scotch

and your breakfast
doesn't jump on your lap

and you fly with brains.

This is a hot unit.

Good pilots.

And the fact that I'm
Admiral Rafferty's son
has nothing to do with it.

Hey, around here,
you're Doug Rafferty.

No one cares
that your father's an
admiral.

It doesn't even have to come up.

But it always does.

Okay, Rafferty.

Let's lay
down the ground rules
right now.

The Navy has some
things that we never
hear about.

Like that jacket
that you're wearing.

I got this at Pearl.

Okay.

And the new
L-4 ammo that the
Navy's using--

that's something that we
should be using.

Look, Major.

Greg.

Greg.

I made a promise to myself
a long time ago

that I wouldn't pull
strings with my father.

It's sort of a personal thing.

All right, Rafferty.

You're here 'cause
you're a good pilot
and that's it,

unless you want
to transfer out
of this outfit.

No, sir.
I think I'll give it a try.

Thanks, Greg.

Don't mention it.

When you get to know us,
I think you'll like it here.

We're like one big,
happy family,

and you're our newest member.

[crashing]

[glass smashing]

(Greg)
Let's get out of here, huh?

Oh, no. I left
my bag in there.

Be careful.

Hey, Greg!

Yeah.

Pappy, we've got a problem.

What now?

The deal I made for
the engine oil fell through.

How?

Wasn't that
the deal set by the
Clanton?

Yeah, we sent 20 cases
of beer to the Army
Signal Company.

They sent that
Aussie bomber group on
Tamarora

a dozen field telephones.

The Aussies then
sent the destroyer

two bushels of fresh oysters
for the officers' mess,

and they pays us
with the engine oil.

That sounds simple enough.

But the Aussies' oysters
weren't fresh

the Clanton stood down
because half the officers

got sick eating 'em.
That's not our fault!

Hutch is on the phone
with some guy
on the Clanton now.

Don't think I won't.

Hello, Jim.

You guys know each other?

Uh-huh.
From 905.

(Greg)
Hey, great.

Give him a check
ride in one of the birds,

and then sign him in
and find him a place to bunk.

No, no.

Put him with Stubbins.
You'll like Stubbins.
He's a good guy.

I hear you were
at Pearl on leave.

Yeah.

See Harry Roth?

I think I met
Stubbins at the club.

Harry's at Pearl.
In the hospital.

They have to feed
him through a tube.

Is Stubbins the easy-going--

Did you see Harry,
or didn't you?

I tried.
He wouldn't see me.

Will Stubbins be my wingman?

You're not gonna
need a wingman, Doug.

'Cause you're not
going to be 'flying'.

Now, wait a minute.
Not with 214.

Look, what happened in 905
wasn't my fault.

It didn't have
anything to do with me!

I don't care if you think
it had anything to do
with you.

I love these guys around here.

I'm not going to see 'em
get blown out

like a bunch of birds
at a turkey shoot.

Take my advice.
Get back on that plane

go back to where you came from.

Oh, I'm not going
through this again.

I didn't ask to come--

You're leaving, Doug.

I'd like it if you'd leave
under your own power,

but if they carry you
out of here under a
Red Cross blanket...

Don't push me, Gutterman.

This has got nothin' to do
with you, personally.

It has to do
with men getting killed.

You were supposed
to give me a check ride.

I'm not gonna give you a
check ride.

Look, Jim, please!

What happened at 905
was not my fault.

Now, maybe being
Admiral Rafferty's son

makes me a good target,
I don't know.

But I can't take
that kind of hatred again.

Please, Jim, gimme a break.

I need it more
than you can begin to
guess.

Take T.J.'s.
It's the one on the end.

(Greg)
50 cases.

50 cases.

That's enough
liquor to cure every
bellyache in the Third Fleet!

Tell 'em they can
take their engine
oil and heave it!

Hold it. Look, Pappy.
In case it's
slipped your mind,

those birds out there
don't fly without oil.

Mmm-hmm.

And right now we are
scraping the bottom
of the barrel...

You gotta give 'em their price.

It's not the price, Hutch.
It is the principle.

[laughing]

He's talking to us
about principle.
I don't believe this.

Now I've heard everything.
Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe those guys
have the new L-4 ammo.

What do I tell 'em?

You tell them to throw in
40,000 rounds of the new
L-4 ammo

by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon
on the beach, and we've
got a deal.

No wonder they're in the Navy.

They're pirates.

How do we pay 'em?

We don't have 50 cases
of Scotch.

No, we don't.
But we have 40
cases of Scotch.

So, we have a bottle drive.

We collect the empties,

and then we water it down.
We mix in 10 cases of
watered-down Scotch

with 40 cases of good Scotch,
and...

We hope that
they don't spot-check.

They're not gonna check.

If they do,
we lay 'em out and bury
'em on the beach.

Ah, principles.

897, this is
X-ray 3-0.
Come in, please.

[airplane engines roaring]

How 'bout bringing our
wings a little closer.

I'm only supposed
to be checking you
out.

This isn't war,
Rafferty, this is sport.

Hey, well, war's
just been declared.

11:00. Let's tuck it in.

I'm gonna be moving out.

[machine gun firing]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

What happened up there?

I got chewed up,
that's what happened.

Look, we weren't tucked in!

We were tucked in.

I could've covered
you if we'd been in tight!

I want to talk to you right now.

I saw you come in.
What happened?

That's what
I want to talk to you about.

Not here, let's go take a walk.

Hey, wingman.
What's doing?

Oh, hey. I'm writing
a letter to my mother.

Phew! Hey, look, Deke.

I know you guys wheel and deal.

You don't have to
hide it from me.

What do you think I'm
going to do? Tell my old man?

Well, you see, I was just
helping Casey with
some inventory.

And, anyway, we've
got to wheel and deal.

Want a candy bar?

I mean, you've got a name, Doug.

I mean, I'm not faulting you
for it, or anything.

You've got it made.

You think so?

Well, my old man's a
druggist back in Pierre, SD,
and that gets me nothing.

I'll trade with you right now.
What do you think of that?

All right, the grass
is always greener.

But, the way I figure it,
you've got nothing
to complain about.

Except, uh...
Except not being somebody.

You know, there is
no Doug Rafferty.

There's only
Admiral Rafferty's kid.

Get him on your side
and the war's a county fair.

Wait a minute.
Pappy didn't grab you because
you were anybody's kid.

Oh, didn't he?

(Stubbins)
All right, look.
Maybe he figured

on using you for a shortcut
every now and then.

I mean, I--I don't see
what's wrong with that.

But, you know,
we--we wait for channels,
and we wait forever.

But when the mission starts,

I mean, you're no
silver spoon anymore.

I mean you're somebody,

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

You guys really believe that?

Hey, all of us.
I mean, really.

Hey, thanks.

(Gutterman)
You gotta send Rafferty
to where you found him.

(Greg)
Why?

You're gonna think I've gone
tapioca when I say this, but--

Just say it.

I flew with Rafferty in the 905.

The man's a jinx.

I'm telling you.

Soon as he showed up,
things started falling
out of place.

We had a hot unit.
We had six aces,
no real casualties.

Old Doug shows up,
we started nailing coffin lids

on half the guys in the outfit.

Are you saying he's a saboteur?

No, I'm not.

I'm saying he's bad luck

like you never
saw before in your life.

Jim, are we out here

talking about black cats
and rabbits' feet?

I know it's crazy, Greg.

But I lived through it.
I saw guys lose power
and crash into the mountains.

We had three Roman Candles
in one week.

Now I take this man up on
a check ride,

and I end up getting
strafed by a couple
of them carrier pilots.

You start talkin' jinx,

and you're gonna make
everything turn sour.

I'm telling you,
Rafferty's gonna get
a chance with this unit.

Just because a couple
of guys in the 905
get a little edgy,

they make Rafferty the fall guy.

Greg, you weren't there.

That's right.
I wasn't there.

I'm here, and Jim,
I'm telling ya,

this boy is gonna get
a fair chance with this unit.

And I got nothin'
to say about it?

I hope you don't have anything
to say about it.

We're friends, Jim.

But if you keep spreadin'
this malarkey around,

I'm gonna put you on a C-47

and fly you back
to Colonel Laird

with a ticket--
with a ticket home.

Okay, Major.
I'll give it a try.
It's your squadron.

You got to write the letter,
and you got to say the words.

I got to write the letters.

Now who else knows
about this voodoo?

Squim knows about it.

You blow him clean,

because I don't want to hear
one word about this, ever.

Well, I hope to hell you don't.

[machine guns firing]

[engine roaring]

[siren wailing]

[machine guns firing]

[airplane engines roaring]

[explosions]

Hey.

How many pairs, all together?

Two of 'em.

Where'd those planes come from?

How could they get
this far down to slot?

Carrier.
That's the only way.

Why go to that trouble
to hit us?

Why not the bomber wing
at Pelatau?

I don't know.

Doesn't make sense.
Crazy.

Knock it off!
Let's quit asking
questions we can't answer,

and start puttin'
this place back together.
Come on, let's go.

(Hutch)
Pappy!

Pappy.

What's this?

They got our booze supply.

All 40 cases?

This is the sole survivor.

Which raises the question,

how we gonna pay the Clanton?

[crickets chirping]

Meatball.

You're not-- Look what
you've done to my shirt.
Get off of there.

Look at that!

[whines]

You're sheddin', too.

[Meatball whimpering]

[paper ripping]

[people chattering]

Hey, Jim.
I want to talk to you.

Can't it wait?
We've got orders to do this
photo recon mission right now.

I know what the orders are.

Rafferty's flying it.

(Gutterman)
I don't want that guy
flying my plane.

I said Rafferty's
flying your plane.

He's gotta be briefed!

I briefed him.

What did you pull me for?

I want Rafferty
to fly some missions,

and I don't want
him to fly with you.

I want him to fly with someone

who isn't afraid
to tuck in tight.

Rafferty told you that?

Rafferty didn't
have to tell me anything.

I read the radio report.

You know, you might not
have been shot up

if you'd stayed in a tight two.

But then you know that,
don't you?

If T.J. goes down,

I'm gonna take you up
on that ticket home.

Fair enough.

[airplane engines roaring]

(Greg)
They're home.

Let's see how it went.

Hey, Anderson.

[tires screeching]

(Greg)
...he's not in this outfit
because he plays cards, Casey.

[engine roaring]

(Greg)
All that guy says is,
"all new blades."

"Hey, listen to this engine."

Anyway, he said that
the first day out,
oil line breaks.

Hey, Doug, boy!

We sure showed those
Zekes, didn't we?

We sure did.

[both grunting]

Hey, Pappy,
you were right about this guy.

He's a killer.

What happened?

He just saved my butt,
that's what happened.

We're over Choiseul.

I'm flying along,
minding my own business,

gunning film, when,
all of a sudden,

I got two Zekes on my tail.

I'm startin' to sweat
like a steam bath

when ol' Doug here
comes chargin' in,

flames one and chases
the other halfway
back to Tokyo.

Yeah!

Ace!

You really sound happy
about that, T.J.

I sure am, Pappy.

Good, 'cause
you're buying the drinks.

[all laughing]

[all chattering]

Casey, what's the news?

(T.J.)
How did it go?

(Casey)
We could've sold
1,000 helmets.

(Bragg)
Every desk jockey on Espritos
is a big war hero now.

That's what I like to hear!

I'm buying!

What happened?

Well, we pushed
'em some helmets.

Oh, beautiful.

Should we tell him
what we heard?

I don't know, maybe not.

What?

What d'you guys hear?

Well, we met a guy
in a bar at Espritos,

and we got to talkin'.

Told him we were with the 214.

Gets this funny look
on his face and he said

he hears Doug Rafferty's
flying with us.

So? So, what about it?

Uh, he says he flew
with him in 905,

and, uh, watch out
for him, he's trouble.

What do you mean
"trouble?"

Yeah, what kinda trouble?

Uh, he said he's brought
bad luck to every outfit
he's been with,

clear back to flight school.

Yeah, he's supposed to
be some sort of jinx,
or somethin'.

Hey, come on!
What are you talkin' about?

I'm just telling you
what the guy said.

(Greg on P.A.)
Hey, Casey.

Trade goods are on the beach.

Get two trucks
and some volunteers

and come on!

Let's go.

Come on.

We're outta here.

Let's move it.

No, Rafferty.

Guess who volunteered.

I got him.

We're volunteering.

Volunteering for what?

I don't know.

What's up?

Going to the beach.

No, wait a minute.

There's something
you ought to know
about your new wingman.

That's our stuff.

Hey, don't we owe
these guys 50 cases
of booze that we don't have?

Mmm-hmm.

You're about to experience
the first demonstration
of Boyington's Law:

how to survive in
a military bureaucracy.

Now if you can't out-talk 'em,
you out-guess 'em,

and if you out-guess 'em--

(all)
Then out-rank 'em.

Yeah, all right.

[all laughing]

What rank is that
man down there?

Uh, Lt. Commander.

Take another look.
you're sure he's not
a railroad bar lieutenant?

No, Lieutenant,
a Lt. Commander.

Hmm.

This is going to call for
more muscle than I thought.

What're you doing?

I'm promoting
myself to a rank
I feel I deserve.

Anybody got a cigar?
Sir.

Thank you, Squim.

Oh, Lt. Casey,

a Brigadier general
never goes anywhere
without his aide.

Yes, sir.

Where are they?
I don't know, sir.

Where are they?

Sir, attention!

Lieutenant, make a note.
I want to talk to MacArthur.

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way,
he called this morning.

Loved your suggestions for
the new Philippine campaign.

Good, good.

I didn't hear an "at ease."
At ease.

Now what the hell is
goin' on around here?

We're from the Clanton, sir.

I can see that.
I mean, this oil.

What about this ammo?

The new L-4 ammunition.

Did I release any L-4 ammo?

No, sir, uh, but, uh,
Admiral Halsey did
ask you for some.

I'm glad
you mentioned Admiral Halsey.

Now we get back, you remind me

I wanna write the Secretary
about those new carriers.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

Well, General, uh...

Excuse me, sir,

but I--I don't know
the General's name.

This here is
General Bull Taylor!

Mister, I like straight talk.

Is this a
black-market operation?

No, sir.

Then what the devil
is goin' on around here?

Well, sir, it's, uh...

See, uh, it's--it's, uh,
sort of a...

Well...

Mmm-hmm, I see, I see.

Casey,

confiscate all this material.

Sir, you can't do that.

Did you say I can't do that?

Oh, sir,

this--this is
from the Clanton. Now, uh...

uh, you should talk
to our skipper.

Don't you ever tell me
whom I am to talk to!

Sir, if-- if--if
you talk to our skipper,

he could straighten it all out.

No, I'll straighten it out.

And when I'm finished,
there are going to be a lot of
scalps hanging from the mast.

Now, you, you'll be given
the benefit of the doubt.

Now, you and your men,
get back to your ship!

But, sir, uh, uh...

You'd better shove off.

They don't call him Bull
for nothin'.

Uh, sir--sir, I think
it's best we get
back to the ship, sir.

Lieutenant.
Sir.

I want you to
cancel my luncheon
with Mrs. Roosevelt

next Tuesday in Melbourne.

Yes, sir.

Back to the ship.

Bull Taylor?

We'd better get some
strong backs up here.

What kind of life is this?
You go to flight school,
become a pilot,

and you find yourself
lifting barrels.

Quit complaining.

Do your share and--

I always do my share.

[screaming]

[Squim groaning]

Give him some air!
Give him some air!

You're gonna be all right.

We'll get you
to the hospital,
you'll be all right.

Casey, take the truck!

Bring back a Corman and a jeep.

Pappy.

Hey, I think you just
won the Purple Heart, pal.

Gimme a beer, French.

Right-o.

French, we're getting low
over here, too.

Squim's being flown to
the Base hospital.

The doc here thinks
he might lose his right leg.

(Boyle)
Rafferty. He's been bad luck
ever since he got here.

(T.J.)
Hey, look,
I flew with the guy.

And I'm telling you
he can fly the wings off

most of the guys
in this squadron.

Huh, Jim?
Straighten these guys out.

You don't believe
this jinx stuff.

Well...

I think you all talk too much.

That's right.
Bunch of hens!

Why don't you shut up
and go back
to doing your job.

(Boyle)
I mean, do you wanna
fly with him, Gutterman?

All I said was,
let's stop talkin' about it.

Hey, hey, hey!

I ought to turn you inside
out and stuff your feet down
that big mouth of yours!

What for?

You told me
you'd keep your mouth
shut about Rafferty!

I did!
Like hell, you did!

T.J. told me that
the jinx story
is all over the outfit.

Everyone's talkin' about it.

It ain't me.

We told 'em.

We heard it from a guy
over on Espritos Marcos
who flew with him in the 905.

We thought
it was malarkey first,

but when we started thinkin'

about things that have
happened since
he's been here,

you just don't know.

You're crazy, Bragg.

Jim flew with him.
Look what happened.

Yeah, ship him out, Pappy.

Drop him, Pappy.
I don't want to fly with him.

Don't take a chance, Pappy.

Okay, meatheads.

Come down here,
I want to talk to you.

Now you guys, listen.
And listen good.

A fighter pilot only
has two things
going for him:

his hot hands,

and his cold nerve.
And when you start
losing your nerve,

it doesn't make any difference
how good you are.

This doesn't have
anything to do with Rafferty.

Rabbit's foot.

Four-leaf clover.

Why do you tote that around?

For good luck.

You believe that, Larry?

Yeah, sure.

Uh-huh?

Well, if you believe
in good luck,

then, you must believe in
bad luck, too, huh?

I suppose.

Well, if you start
thinking about bad luck,

that's what you're going to get.

Bad luck.

Then you'll have to find
someone like Rafferty
to blame.

Okay, I ship Rafferty out.

Then what happens
when we have more trouble?

Who are we going to
burn at the stake?

Who's fault will it be then?

Yours?

Maybe you'll be the jinx.

Uh-uh.

No guys,

you start that kind of a thing,

and then you're gonna
have to have a fall guy

for every rotten thing
that happens.

Now tomorrow we're going
on a mission.

And if we run into
those carrier pilots,

all of us better be
the best ever,

or none of us are coming back!

We're flying,

and we're flying with Rafferty.

[waves crashing]

(Gutterman)
You missed the briefing.

We got a mission tomorrow.

You know, I've been lying here,

trying to figure out

if it really could be my fault.

Like maybe I should
just put a bullet in my brain

and solve everybody's problems.

Doug.

Darn, it's not my fault!
It can't be!

Doug, I've been thinking
about this thing and--

You guys just want a scapegoat.

Just like in 905.

Not this time.

This time, I'm gettin' out.

One way or another,
I am getting out.

Okay, Gutterman, satisfied?

I've been thinking about this.

I know I could've flown
that check ride tighter.

And I was watching Squim today.

I know what happened to him
was his fault, not yours.

I figure maybe
you've been gettin'
a bum deal around here.

It has taken
a long time to realize it,

but maybe
I've been wrong about you.

Maybe? Now what's that
supposed to mean?

This isn't easy for me.
You know, I mean, uh,

I'm not a big man
on making apologies.

What I'm trying to say is

I'm gonna do all I can
to straighten things out
for you around here.

I'm gonna fly with you.

And if you don't mind,

I'd like to be your friend.

[waves roaring]

I mean that.

This is Black sheep Leader
to Foxhole Red Leader.

I hear you guys want
some company this morning.

(Foxhole Red Leader)
Kind of counting on it,
Black Sheep One.

Just relax!

We're gonna
take good care of you.

[airplane engines roaring]

[clanking]

We're on our final approach,
Black Sheep One.

Roger.

Foxhole Leader,
we've got bogies at 4:00.

Roger.

Okay, you guys,
let's go to work.

[plane engines roaring]

[machine guns firing]

[bombs whistling]

[guns firing]

Thanks for your help,
Black Sheep One,

looks like we've done
what we came to do.

It's getting pretty thick
up here, Black Sheep One,

maybe we better head home.

Get going, Red Leader.

(Greg)
All right, you guys.
Let's keep 'em busy.

(Greg)
Watch out, Deke!
You've got one on your tail.

Deke, watch it!

My guns are jammed!

Jim, Get that Zero off Deke!

Where's Rafferty?

He's squared off.
He's got two of 'em
on him right now!

Hang in there, Deke.
I'm comin' down.

You'll never make it.

[guns firing]

Oh, my God, they got him!

He's goin' in.

The bombers are out of range.

Let's go home.
Keep it tight, fellas.

Why couldn't it have been you,
Rafferty?

Who said that?

What guy in the squadron
make that remark?

Now, listen to me, you guys,
knock off that kind of talk!

Prepare for 9:00 low.
Carrier pilots.

We're gonna pass this one.

We're out of fuel,
and we're out of ammunition.

We're in the sun.
So they can't see us.

If they do spot us,
we're gonna keep goin'
and outrun 'em.

(Greg)
Doug, what are you doing?

Rafferty, get back here!

Do you hear me?
Get back in formation!

He's going after all of them.

Break off, Rafferty. Get back
upstairs with the rest of us.

That's an order, Doug.

(Doug)
No, I'm all right.
I can handle it.

I'm going down there with him.

I'm gonna fly with 'em,
T.J.

[guns firing]

[airplane engines roaring]

[guns firing]

You wanna smoke out
the tail, Doug.

Pull out of there,
while you still can.

(Greg)
Nobody had much
to say on the flight home.

We'd lost two of our own
that morning.

And we all shared in that loss.

We'd never had much
of a chance to
get to know Rafferty.

We'd never given him
much of a chance to know us.

On our way back, Jim Gutterman

broke formation and
flew on ahead of us.

I should've chewed him
up and down for that,

but I didn't have
the heart for it.
I knew what he was feeling.

Hey, Major.

Got somethin' for ya.

Flight jackets
you ordered from Pearl.

I didn't order
any jackets from Pearl.

Well, somebody did.

Thy came straight
from Admiral Rafferty's
headquarters.

And are they beauts.
Look at this.

Here' s yours.

Look, you guys don't want 'em,

I've got an Air Corps
that would take them.

Cut off the name and the emblem,

I can get you maybe $45 a piece.

Maybe even more, $50.

$55?

Maybe even a few cases
of booze thrown in.

Here's yours, Jim.

Where is he?

I'll take it to him.

[waves crashing]