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Who cooked up
this hair-brained mission?

[engine exploding]

These guys are Navy mechanics.
What do you expect from 'em?

If there's an unconventional
solution to our problem,

you'll find it.

Yes, sir, and I'll also fly it.

I have a very unorthodox
bunch of cutthroats

on a very unorthodox mission...

You mess with us,

and your bilges are gonna
pump pink for three months.

None of the pilots are
coming back from this thing.

I know it. You know it.

How long do we have, sir?

Tomorrow, 08:00.

(narrator)
Next on Baa Baa Black Sheep.

♪ We are poor, little lambs ♪

♪ Who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, baa, baa ♪♪

[siren sounding]

[engine roaring]

♪♪[theme music playing]

(narrator)
As the war in Europe

wallows in the mire of
heavy rains and bad weather,

the war in the Pacific

takes an unexpected turn
for the better.

General Morris Tanner
and the Fifth Marines

gain a foothold
on Christmas Island

and begin a drive
aimed at pushing

the numerically superior
troops of Japan

across the treacherous
mountain ranges

toward defeat.

Tanner,
a general up from the ranks,

is loved by his troops.

He carefully plans his assault.

Time and tactics will tell.

[brakes screeching]

Have you men been
told about security?

No, Colonel, we've been told
absolutely nothing.

My unit doesn't
even know where I am.

(Laird)
Major Smithson?

That's right, sir. I think
I should be allowed

to notify my exec.

It's all right, Major.
None of the other officers
with you

has been in communication
with his unit, either.

(Laird)
Major Westover was
diverted in flight.

Major Sankowski was picked up
on the dock in Sydney.

And Major Boyington, here,
was, uh...

Major Boyington was
in the brig. Hi, Colonel.

That's right. Major Boyington
was in the brig.

(Laird)
You were supposed to have been
briefed on security

by Colonel Sanderson
before you left.

It didn't happen, sir.

All right, I'll give you
the pitch myself.

You've probably already guessed

that this is top secret.

Well, it's so top secret,

that if word of what we
discuss here tonight
leaks out,

any or all of you

will be subject to
a general court-martial,

and a man who blabs,
will get the pole.

You got it?

(all)
Yes, sir.

All right. Step out
of the truck and follow me.

(Moore)
You all know Admiral Grayson?

Gentlemen.

Okay.
I won't dance around this.

I'm just gonna slug you with it.

Gen. Morris Tanner
and the Fifth Marines

are on Christmas Island.

They're in trouble.

Looks like they're about
to get pushed into the ocean.

The punch line is:

we are about to lose
10,000 Marines

and a Brigadier General.

The problem is, gentlemen,

we haven't got any carriers

within 1,600 miles.

By the time I get any
air carrier over here,

Gen. Tanner and his men
will be holding position

knee-deep in water.

So here's where you men come in.

Japanese Navy is over here
in the far side of the island

with a fleet carrier of the
Kabitzu class.

Uh, there's enough
strike force in that carrier

to wipe out our
entire evacuation.

You want us to take flattop

and then cover
the evacuation, sir?

That's right, Greg.

Only you won't have enough
fuel to cover the evacuation.

Sir, we won't have enough fuel
to get home.

You hit the Kabitzu, turn out,

fly towards the Third Fleet,
ditch in the ocean,

and the Navy will pick you up.

[clears throat]

We--we ditch in the ocean, sir?

In order to get
to Christmas Island,
you have to fly over

half the Japanese emplacements
in the South Pacific.

To avoid detection, we've set up

a very circuitous route
for you to fly.

Unfortunately, it
won't leave you with
enough fuel to get back.

Now, we want each of you to pick

five pilots from your squadrons,

making a flight of 20.

Now, you four men
will not fly this mission.

We don't want
to take the chance of losing
squadron commanders.

But from the records
of the men we select,

we'll pick the mission leader.

This is not a volunteer mission.

You men make the selections.

Any questions?

Uh, sir, I think volunteers
are in order in this.

I mean, you can't ask a man
to fly a mission

when you've got
one chance in four

of coming back,
unless it's his choice.

(Moore)
For security reasons,
that's impossible.

All the pilots you select
should be the ones

you feel are
best qualified
to take out the Kabitzu.

Men who have
the best torpedo ratings,

pilots who, when they get
over this flattop,

are not gonna drop
their payload in the ocean.

Now, you fly it in three days,
weather permitting.

I'll expect your selections
in the morning.

You men will be stationed here
until the mission is flown.

Then you'll be debriefed
and returned to your units.

I'm not about to pull
the pin on five of my boys

and sit around and play cards
for three days, sir.

You will make
those selections, or I will
make them for you.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Greg.
I know how you must feel.

Sir?

Yeah.

Are you as sick
about this thing as I am?

More. I guess we
just have to chalk it up to

the expediencies of war.

Hmm.

You know what the code name is?

No, sir.

Operation Homecoming.

Homecoming, my sweet aunt.

None of the pilots
are coming back
from this thing.

I know it.

You know it.
Who the hell are we kidding?

I don't like the way
this mission is laid out.

But I got an idea.

Now, if you buy it, General,

I'll fly with 214,

and we can send the rest
of those cowboys

back to their outfits.

We don't want to wipe out
an entire outfit.

That's why we spread it out.

Sir, we won't.

If the Black Sheep fly it,

and if it's laid out properly,

we'll have minimal casualties.

There is no other solution.

Sir, are we going to zig-zag
all over the South Pacific

to avoid their gun emplacements?

Let's fly right over
their gun emplacements.

Now we can get fuel off the
carrier in the Carolines,

take off, hit the Kabitzu,
and land on Pelatau.

How do you fly over 50 or 60
Japanese gun emplacements

and survive?

In Japanese planes.

I saw a couple of dozen
broken-down Kates,

Vals, and one or two Zeros

on the Navy base at Seona
when I was there last month.

Now, sir, we rebuild
those crates,

my boys fly,

and they fly the mission
in Japanese planes.

Japanese aircraft, huh?

That's your idea?

Don't laugh, General.

The way Navy has thing laid out,

you're to lose
two thirds of your pilots,

and ditch the rest
of the birds in the ocean.

Now excuse me, sir,
but my opinion:

that idea stinks.

This is good French wine.

Eisenhower sent me a case of it.

It comes from the Loire Valley.

I hope we hurry up
and get France back.

You can't get this kind of wine

anywhere else in the world.

Did you hear me, sir?

Yeah, I heard you.

Well, General?

No chance.

Get dressed. There's a truck
waiting downstairs.

You're shipping out.

Yeah?
Why am I doing that, General?

Zeros. You wanna fly
this mission

with a bunch of
patched-up meatballs?

They approved it?

Nobody approved it.

This thing is so flakey,

only a boozed-up
old blister like me
would go for it.

Look, Gen--
Now shut up and listen.

I called Seona.

They got four Kates that'd fly.

They got three more
they can make ready,

there's a Val and
a couple of Zekes
that are probables.

You know, I spent the last
four hours pouring
Eisenhower's wine

into that Navy fathead
downstairs.

And right now,
he's so polluted,
he'd try and take Tokyo

with a rowboat
full of Girl Scouts.

What about the Black Sheep?

I sent a B-25 to La Cava

with orders to pull them
out of whatever
nurses' quarters they're in.

You'll be in Seona
in four hours.

On the ground,
you'll be under the command of

some Navy carrier jock
named Pritchett.

Sir, does the Navy
have to be in on this?

Stop flapping your mouth,
Boyington.

I approved this thing
and I'm telling you
how it's gonna work.

I guess you got
your neck stuck out, sir.

Well, I'm glad
you realize that, Greg.

Thanks, General.

Don't thank me.

Just take this meatball circus
and make it work.

I will, sir.
You can bet on it.

I did.

(Greg)
I'd sort of forgotten
how seriously the Navy takes

all this
spit-and-polish nonsense.

I'd never seen so many
pressed and braided
white uniforms.

The whole place looked like a
convention of headwaiters.

[grunting]

Major Boyington?

Are you Pritchett?

Commander Pritchett.

This is Commander Hightower.

Good to see you.
How do you do?

I'll be in command
of your unit while you're
on the base.

I expect
you're looking forward to

a shower, a shave,
and a haircut, Major.

We have Marine uniforms
at the PX,

in case you want to
spiff up a little.

This is a Marine uniform.

What's this all about?

You mean you don't have
S-2 clearance on this mission?

Well, we'll have, eventually.

You know, channels.

Well, when you get it,
we'll discuss it.

All right, Commander?

Uh, Commander Hightower
will get you settled in.

Fine.

I'll take you to the
landing strip, Major,

it's back two miles inland.

Thank you.

[car engine starting]

(Greg)
It occurred to me
that the Black Sheep

weren't going to fit in
too well around here.

As a matter of fact,

I didn't think I was going to
fit in too well, either.

I just hoped that we
could survive

in this starched white
wonderland

long enough to learn to
fly those Zeros.

I hoped that the Black Sheep
would show up with

some semblance
of military dress.

Just to keep up appearances.

So much for appearances.

When I'd come up with this
plan to fly Japanese Zeros

on a mission to hit a
Japanese aircraft carrier,

it had seemed like
a natural solution

to a tricky military problem.

What I hadn't counted on was

ending up on a
spit-and-polish Navy base.

There was no doubt about it,

we were on a collision course
with the Navy.

And as it turned out,

that problem was waiting
right around the corner.

These, uh, men are your pilots?

They sure are.

What's going on, Grandfather?

How come we didn't get
any briefing, Pappy.

Yeah, we got
pulled out of the rack.
Nobody told us anything.

I've seen
P.O.W.s look better.

So have l.

Right this way.

(Hightower)
There's a schedule
of events on your bunks,

beginning with
mess in 45 minutes

and ending with take-off
in three days at 06:00.

Study it.

There are showers
in the next building

and a PX
right across the compound.

Commander Pritchett and l
will expect you at mess

in 45 minutes.

[growling]

[all clamoring]

That's the Navy.
That's what they're like.

[all clamoring]

We're here to fly a mission.

(man)
What mission?

Top security. I just found out

that the base commander
doesn't even know
why we're here.

[all gasping]

They're just supposed
to brush us up

on take-offs and landings
from a carrier.

Carrier?

Why are we doing it here, Greg?

Because this is where
the planes are, Jim.

This is where
what planes are, Greg?

(Greg)
Those planes.

These planes are Kates, Pappy.

(Greg)
That's right, T.J.

Did you men just hear T.J.

identify this aircraft
as a Kate?

That's swell, T.J.

(Jim)
He's pretty good
at spotting 'em,

he just can't hit 'em.

[all laughing]

(Boyle)
Wait a minute. We're gonna fly
Japanese airplanes?

(Greg)
That's right.

Why are we gonna do that, Pappy?

Why?

Because we are going to
fool the enemy.

We're gonna fly these birds

over their gun emplacements.

And then we're to hit
a carrier called the Kabitzu

and then fly home.

Hey, guys,

this is a winner.

I thought it up, myself.

That's just great, Greg.

Hey, look--

Hey, if Pappy
came up with the plan,

then it's gotta be a good one.

So come on, let's get
behind it, whatever it is.

What do you mean?
I can hardly fly
my own plane.

[engine exploding]

We'll never get
these things running.

We're supposed to
fix these Zekes in two days.

No wonder we're in shock.

Looks like it'll
work real good, Greg.

These guys are Navy mechanics.
What do you expect from 'em?

Which one of you
is Major Boyington?

This gentleman right here.

Well, you were supposed to be
in the officers' mess

15 minutes ago.

Commander Pritchett's
been waiting for you.

He is getting
a little bit angry.

Are his potatoes getting cold?

[all laughing]

He said that I should find you
and get you over there.

On the double.

We're on our way.

Yeah, T.J., you're finally
in the big time here.

Get a load of
this-here mess hall.

Yes, sir.

Hi, I'm Greg Boyington.

Go on, Meatball.
Go back to the barracks.

(Jerry)
They're having
mashed potatoes.

(Jim)
Don't come apart
over it, Larry.

You want mashed potatoes?
I'll have Bragg sit on one
for you.

(Jerry)
Very funny.

[clinking]

(Pritchett)
You men

will be clean-shaven

and in correct uniform
by 1 4:00.

Could I speak to you outside
for a moment, Major?

Certainly.

We have any pigs
on this base, Mike?

No, but I remember
that smell from somewhere.

Yeah, from where?

(Carter)
Oh, yeah.

[Carter sniffs]

It was from boot camp.

I think that's
the smell a Marine.

[clinking]

Mr. Wiley,

I wonder if you feel it'd be
appropriate for us to, uh,

tear up this mess hall
and bury these ladies

under their, uh, cardboard beef?

Yes, I do,
Capt. Gutterman.

[all clamoring]

The first man
who leaves his place

will be arrested
and court-martialed.

I'm gonna get
court-martialed, here.

You take your squadron
over to that PX

and be clean-shaven
and in Marine Corps issue

and I'm not gonna say it again.

Do I make myself clear, Major?

Now, relax, Pritchett.

We're gonna be here
for three days.

Now, you keep your mouth shut,

you and your base
will remain in one piece.

I will not have my command
undermined by you
or anybody else.

Now, let me put it to you
another way.

My orders read that my men
are to maintain

their present appearances

and fly the mission
the way I tell them to fly it.

Now, since you don't have
your S-2 clearance yet,

then you're just
gonna have to trust me.

[aircraft engine roaring]

According to naval regulations,

only personnel
in correct military attire

will be served in this mess.

Pick up their chow.

[clanking]

[cutlery clanking]

We'll see you on the flight line

in 20 minutes.

Jarheads.

(Sandor)
When we get out to the field,

we're gonna simulate
a carrier deck.

So if I give you a wave-off,

it means hit the power
and go back around.

If I bring my arm
across my chest like this,

it means set it down.

Hey.

Hey! You!

Tex, I'm talking to you.

You know how to do this
already, or what?

We're all
carrier-qualified, Mommy.

None of you has had
carrier landings

in at least eight months.

And I was told
to start you from scratch.

That's fine.

Okay, come on, Jim, listen up.

Go ahead.

Okay, remember,

I'm telling you how your wings
are supposed to line up.

Now, if l give you this,

it means you drop
your starboard wing.

If I give you this,
you drop the port.

This, you gain altitude,

this, you lose altitude.

All you've got to do,

is match your wings
to the way I hold these flags.

And any man
who ignores a wave-off

is gonna catch it
from me, personally.

Okay?

Let's get in the jeeps
and go out to
the practice field.

Hey, Bozo.

"Catch it, personally."

Just what exactly is
that supposed to mean?

That means I'm gonna
take you off

right where you stand, Tex.

Really?

That sounds like something
worth experiencing.

I'm talking to you about landing

on a pitching, rolling carrier
at low speed

with everything hanging.

But if you want to wind up
as a red stain
on the hangar deck,

that's fine with me, Bozo.

(Jim)
You better
watch your mouth,

or you're gonna end up
as a red stain right here

and right now.

(Greg)
Come on, Jim.
Let's go. Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

[engines starting]

I think we ought to teach
that gyrene a lesson

in naval courtesy.

I couldn't agree more.

Maybe clean him up a bit
while we're at it.

Marines are a bunch of pigs.

[engines roaring]

Get a load of those guys.

Looks like the ole West Texas
Drum and Bugle Corps
down there.

Hey, Jim. What do you say

we teach 'em
how to roll in the dirt.

Yeah, we've been takin'
too much flak.

All right, you guys, let's not
screw around with the Navy.

(Greg)
Let's get the feel
of these Zeros.

And get current
with carrier landings.

Casey, you lead off.

Those guys fly even
worse than they smell.

Hey, watch out.
Hit the deck, quick!

Why, that's dirty!

(T.J.)
Sorry about that. I was so
intent on watching the flags,

I didn't see
those guys down there.

That's showing 'em, T.J.

Hey, way to go, T.J.

Boy, they hit the dirt.
Did you see that?

Hey, Wiley,

you got the hang of this
pretty damn good.

I guess I showed those
anchor-clankers, huh, guys?

(Greg)
T.J.,

try not to kill 'em.
I think they're on our side.

These guys must have
won their wings in a
crap game.

The guy's doing everything
backwards.

[whistling]

Okay, you guys,
we better get down and cash in

some of Gutterman's
I.O.U.s,

before he gets laid
out under a wing.

(Jim)
How'd I do?

(Sandor)
I told you what l
was gonna do to you.

Yeah?

[all cheering]

[all hooting]

I'm on the ground.

Gonna need some help.
Gutterman's in trouble.

[grunting]

[cheering]

[all cheering]

Knock it off!

[all clamoring]

I said, knock it off.

Let's chop some wood!

[all clamoring]

Break it up.

[groaning]

Come on!

Break it up!

Oops, sorry, Pappy.

Break it up!

When I give an order,
I want it carried out.

Put those men under arrest.

I-- I'd like to talk to you
in your office.

Come on, Commander,
where's your sense of humor?

You know
you can't arrest my boys.

If I have my way,

they're gonna have
the book thrown at 'em.

You're not gonna have your way.

We've already had this out.

I have a very unorthodox
bunch of cutthroats

on a very unorthodox mission.

You mess with us,

and your bilges are gonna
pump pink for three months.

I'm cabling high command.

And this entire incident
will be written up

and forwarded.

You do whatever you want.

[ship's horn sounding]

[all laughing]

Jim, did you lay that guy out?

[all chattering]

(Greg)
Shut up!

Now if that ever happens again,

if any of you guys take a swing

on a naval officer
while we're here,

you have to do
three rounds with me, or less.

But, Greg, this guy--

Shut up, French.

Tomorrow we're gonna shoot
more landings.

None of you meatheads
have ever shot

carrier landings with Kates.

So it figures you got
nothing but time

to start fights
with naval pilots.

(Greg)
We've got to get serious
about this thing,

or we're all gonna end up
getting nailed into boxes.

Now, after this
operations briefing,

I want you
to go into the barracks

and study
flight characteristics
of Kates.

We're gonna fly
some practice this afternoon.

Now let's get goin'.

Jim, what are you
trying to prove?

You already gave me
your little Boy Scout talk,
Greg.

Don't push your luck
and try it again,
all right?

Jim.

I'm gonna need some help
if this thing's gonna work.

Don't you disappoint me.

All my life people been
shakin' their heads and sayin'

ain't it a shame
about Jimmy Gutterman.

I got kicked out of high school.

I got drunk, I stole a car,

I nearly killed that boy
over in Ponca City.

I joined the Marine Corps
to stay out of

the West Texas
Correctional Institute.

I've been disappointing
people all my life.

Only time l
ever fit in anywhere
was the Black Sheep.

You know why I fit in here?

Because nobody else fit in here.

That includes you, too, Greg.

I'm not gonna disappoint you.

But I'm not gonna turn
sideways neither when
them Navy boys walk by.

[sighs]

You have any experience
with torpedo bombing?

I don't know anything
about torpedo bombing.

Then it wouldn't be too much
trouble, would it, to have you
read the Navy Manual,

so you don't wipe out
a hospital ship, or something?

I'm not gonna wipe out
a hospital, Greg.

What we gotta worry about
is if I miscalculate

and drop a pill down
Commander Pritchett's stack.

We'll just hope
that doesn't happen.

[laughing]

[door closes]

Did you see this communiqué
from Commander Pritchett?

[sighs]

You know the Navy
and the Marines, Frank.

Don't give me that
"boys will be boys" routine.

This guy, Boyington,
is turning that base
upside down.

Commander Pritchett wants
a disciplinary review,

and I think
he's absolutely correct.

If I know Boyington,
he probably is.

The Black Sheep are trouble,
but they are good.

Want a beer?

No, thank you.

If anybody is gonna make
this mission work, it's Greg.

I'll make a deal
with you, Admiral.

When this thing is over,
and if any of them survive it,

I'll chop on them a little.

[door opens]

What's that?

[door closes]

What the hell is Tanner doing?

He should've been able to
hold that pass 24 hours.

He's in trouble.
He's outnumbered.

He's doing the best he can.

Is the Lexington in position?

Well...

She's, uh, moving
at flank speed.

What're you thinking?

I think if we're gonna pull
the Fifth Marines

off that rock,

we better move up the timetable.

How about the Kates?
How many will fly?

I've got every
available mechanic in there.

We'll just have to fly
as many as we can.

I'm going to Seona tonight.
And if it's possible,

move up the schedule.

He's gonna have to fly
at 1 2:00 tomorrow.

The Department of Navy's
screaming.

Our necks are out a mile.

How did I let you
talk me into this?

I don't know, Frank,

but it seemed to me
you were pretty drunk.

[engine faltering]

[engine starts]

[exclaims]

[chattering]

How're you doin', Tex?

I thought you told me

some of the guys were here.

Well, they said they
were gonna be here.

[sighs]
They ain't.

[locking]

Didn't you read
the dress order, Tex?

You can't eat in here
lookin' like that.

We thought we'd fix you up.

You figure these odds are
close enough for you, Carter?

This isn't
going be a fight, Tex.

It's gonna be something
we call a Marine clean.

A shave and a haircut.

And we figured we'd get
you in the "head,"

but this is just fine.

Tom and Mort, why don't you go
to the kitchen see

if you can scare up some,
uh, dishwashing goop

and hot water,

a pair of clippers, maybe.

Tex here needs
a haircut, real bad.

You gonna try
and do it yourself, Carter?

Or are you gonna
stand back and watch?

I'm gonna be
on the clippers, Tex.

Well.

You might just end up
wearing 'em.

[smashing]

[grunts]

[groans]

[man shouting]

All right, Navy.
Let me in here,
let me in here.

[glass breaking]

[grunting]

I don't know, sir, by morning.

We got maybe four Kates
that'll fly,

maybe as many Vals,
and a couple of Zekes.

Are they all rigged
for torpedoes?

More or less, sir.

More or less?

More or less?

We're doing the best
we can, Greg. I mean, sir.

But the wiring on these birds

looks like it was something
cooked up by Chef Boyardee.

And the hydraulic systems
are not to be believed.

I mean they are
really strange, Greg. Sir.

But we're doing it
as fast as we can. I swear.

Thanks, Hutch.

[engine humming]

[ship's horn sounding]

I'm telling you, I've got
to scrub the whole thing.

What do you mean scrub it?
Everything is great.

In 48 hours
I'll have enough planes.

And we'll be ready to go.

We don't have 48 hours.

Tanner lost the Suma Pass and
is being pushed right back

to his beachhead positions.

In 48 hours he'll be
on his way to Tokyo.

How long do we have, sir?

Tomorrow, 08:00.

See what I mean?

General, can't you
push it back one day?

You haven't heard a word I said.

Fly it with the Corsairs.
Just take the losses.

Nothing doing, sir.
This was my idea.

Relax, General.
The Black Sheep
can do anything.

Except salute.

[sighs]

Casey, call a briefing
right now.

I want you to get everybody.

I've been looking
all over for you.

There's something
I think you better see.

What is it?

[sighs]

I'll just have to show you.

[all shouting]

What happened?

We're not supposed to go
to the mess hall.

Gutterman
and French forgot and--

Forgot? Who are you
kidding, Bragg? Forgot!

Jim.

Who says we can't go
get something to eat?

All me and Frenchie did
was walk down there
and they jumped us.

You are not goin' anywhere.

Now wait a minute.

I got a score to settle, Greg.

And there's no Navy worm
that's gonna jump me

and get away with it!
I hope you understand that.

It was an ambush, Pappy.

All right, all right.
We'll settle with the Navy.

But not tonight.

I can't wait.

Pappy, look. You know
I usually don't go
looking for trouble.

We-- we got to show
these Navy guys

that when you fool around
with the Black Sheep,

you'll get yours!

Let's go put those
bimbos on tumble dry.

Okay, okay.
I agree with you.

We will settle with the Navy.

But not tonight.

When, Pappy?

First thing in the morning.

Why do we have to wait, Greg?

Because if we nail these clowns,

then we have to get off
their island, right?

We're not scheduled to leave
here till the day
after tomorrow, Greg.

That's been changed.

We're gonna hit the Kabitzu
at noon tomorrow.

We're taking off
at 08:00.

Now I promise you guys that
we settle with the Navy

tomorrow morning.

Please.

Not until tomorrow morning.

[all chattering]

'Morning.

Tex.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Hi, guys.

Breakfast time.

Not afraid, huh?

Uh-huh.

Looks like somebody cleaned
your jarheads up.

You're beginning
to look like Navy.

I heard you got
a blanket party
last night, Tex.

You look real good, Tex.

I understand you got a haircut.

Are you kidding?

You promised, come on.

Carter, uh,

I just wanted to say l, uh,

I hope there's no hard feelings.

Well,

we're leaving today and, uh,

before we leave,
we just sort of thought

we all ought to come over here.

Well, uh,

just wanted to apologize
for all the--all the trouble

we've caused all you gentlemen.

[all agreeing]

We're sorry.

You mean that, Tex?

I mean that as much
as I can mean anything
in the world.

Hey, something's burning.

Get a fire extinguisher.

[all clamoring]

[shouting]

[laughs]

Now all y'all look like Marines!

[engines starting]

[engines roaring]

Boyington,
this is Commander Hightower.

Good morning, Commander.

You get your can
out of that plane

and get into the
Operations Shack
right this minute.

Blow it
out your barracks bag, Jack.

Okay, you meatheads,

let's get 'em up
and out of here.

[aircraft engines revving]

(Greg)
Let's get in tight formation.

Pick up a heading of 187.

We've got a rendezvous with
the Lexington in two hours.

Let's maintain radio silence.

[beeping]

Bridge, I've got some bogies
on the edge of my grid, here.

(P.A.)
Attention.
All hands on the flight deck.

We are launching
an escort plane.

Stand by to set up
nets and emergency equipment.

We'll be catching the
Marine pilots in five minutes.

Baby Jane wanted a
meatball flight leader,

how's he in for filling
those things these days?

Fine.

If you like sitting with
your knees on your chin.

I'm gonna lead you in.

Just stay frosty
and read the flag man.

Anybody misses the wire,

give it power
and come around again.

If you pancake,
we got a net set up.

Any questions?

Yeah, I got a question.

How do you put the wheels down
on these things?

They don't come
with wheels, T.J.

Why don't you get that
Corsair out of the way.

Clear the flight deck.

We want to give those
Zekes plenty of room.

(Greg)
T.J., you're coming in
too slow. Get some power.

(T.J.)
I'm too high, Pappy.

Take the wave off.

Come around and try it again.

(Captain)
Meatball leader,
this is Mary Jane.

It's kind of weird having
those birds sitting

on my deck.

It's a weird war, sir.

The evacuation is going off
in one hour.

Your flight plan
has not been altered.

Everything's a go.

(Greg)
Aye-aye, sir.

[sighs]

Thanks for the pit stop,
Captain.

Okay, guys, we hit that
flattop in ten minutes.

Arm your torpedoes.

[beeping]

[speaking Japanese]

[officer speaking Japanese]

Let's rip the toupee
off that beast!

Roger, Pappy.

[alarm ringing]

[officer shouting in Japanese]

[alarm continues ringing]

(newsreel narrator)
Caught sleeping,
in a daring move,

Navy pilots wreak havoc

against
the Japanese carrier Kabitzu.

While Japanese gunners
fight the flames,

General Morris Tanner
and the Fifth Marines

are quickly and efficiently
pulled off Christmas Island.

The Christmas Island Invasion,

dubbed premature
by the Pentagon brass,

nonetheless served as
a warning to the Japanese

who now know
that the war in the Pacific

can be brought
to their back door.

General Tanner

took full responsibility
for the defeat

and praised the Navy
for its swift evacuation.

Navy, my sweet aunt.