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[bombs exploding]

(Hutton)
Come in! Come in!

I've lost him, Pappy.

[barking]

Whose dog is that?
Pappy's dog.

Get rid of it.

A little gridiron violence.

If there's any trouble
while I'm gone,
Gen. Moore will hear about it.

[people shouting]

We have been hitting
this ridge for one week
with 500-pounders

and still there's fire
from the ground.

Then double your mission.

I'm about to go in there and
write a letter to the parents
of one of my boys.

I'm not gonna put my men
in jeopardy again.

♪ We are poor, little lambs ♪

♪ who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, Baa, Baa ♪♪

[siren wailing]

[engine roaring]

[theme music playing]

(newsreel narrator)
Colonel Frank Hutton
of the 296th Marine Raiders

is awarded the Navy Cross.

A soldier who lives
and fights with his men.

A veteran
of a dozen commando operations
against enemy-held islands.

Colonel Frank Hutton
is a hero to a nation

and to all fighting men
in the South Pacific.

Good morning, sir.

Is there anything I can do
for you? Sir.

No.

Let's take
a look around, Sergeant.

If you're looking
for Major Boyington--
I'm not.

He's on a mission, sir.
I know where he is.

[barking]

Whose dog is that?

It's Pappy's dog.

I mean, the Major's dog, sir.

Get rid of it.

(Greg)
For five straight days,
the Black Sheep had flown

strafing and bombing missions
against the airstrip of Batuna

on the Japanese-held island
of New Georgia.

The enemy wasn't
taking it too well.

They were throwing everything
they could lay their hands on
at us.

They probably figured
the same thing we figured:

something big was coming,

and we were just
raising the curtain.

[siren wailing]

[cannons firing]

[machine guns firing]

[guns continue firing]

[bombshells whistling]

[bombshells exploding]

[door squeaking]

[Spaghetti squawking]

[Spaghetti shrieking]

[sighs]

[Spaghetti chattering]

The men'll need some
refreshments, Sergeant.
See what they have to drink.

That thing'll have to go.

(Spaghetti)
Sayonara.

(Huck)
Hey, guys.

(Greg)
Who's the L5 belong to?

Some colonel, Pappy.
He didn't give a name,
and I didn't feel like askin'.

What do you say,
we have a little drink

and talk about
today's mission, huh?

About flying
a little tighter, huh, Boyle?

You know how to do that?

[chuckling]

[soldiers chattering]

Which one of you is Boyington?

I'm Boyington.

I want to talk to you.
Alone.

The rest of you can get out.

I said, you can get out.

Okay, you guys.

Hey, Greg, uh...

Jim, the Colonel wants
to talk to me alone.
Come on.

Come on.

[soldiers chattering]

Few minutes.
Just a few minutes, okay?

It's a nice, cozy little place
you have here, Major.

Good Scotch.

You pilots really know
how to enjoy a war,
don't you?

My pilots have just
flown a mission.

They're tired and thirsty.

You wanna talk, Colonel?
Let's talk.

I want my boys to come back
and have a drink.

I'm Frank Hutton,
296th Raider Battalion.

I'm Major Gregory Boyington,
214.

I'll be using this base
as a staging area.

My headquarters' company
will be landing
in a few minutes.

This place as a staging area?

Colonel, there's all kinds
of room at the other end
of the island.

Major, your squadron
will be flying air cover
for me.

Air cover for what?

The New Georgia invasion.

I'll be taking
a strike force in
by parachute 1 2 hours

before the main landing.

I'll be using this building
as a command post
while I'm here.

And your squadron will be
under my operational control.

My squadron will be under
your operational control?

That's correct.

Colonel, I'm not turning over
the responsibility
of my pilots and their lives

to a man
who is not a combat pilot.

Major, you're wasting my time.

You've any arguments,
take them up
with Colonel Laird.

I don't take anything up
with colonels.

[all chattering]

Stow it!

Stow it!
People--

Belly-achin' won't do
any good,
so just stow it.

I say we meet that C47
and knock those grunts
off this island!

Ice it! Ice it.

I'm going to talk
to Gen. Moore.

So, trust me.

Jim, I want you to take command,

and I don't want any trouble
while I'm gone.

All right.

Relax.

Hey, Jim,
this is not you.
I was--

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Just give him a chance
to talk to Moore.

Hutton won't know what hit him.

First Platoon,
Headquarters' Company
reporting, sir.

Welcome aboard, Sergeant.
Pick out a bivouac area,

unload your supplies
and equipment.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant.

Right face!

Route step, march!

(Marine #1)
I didn't know there was
natives on this rock.

(Marine #2)
Should've brought beads
and bubblegum.

Hey, Porky-Pie,
you gotta pretty girl
go kissy-kissy, oof-oof

with a big warrior boy
like me?
Greg said, ice it!

Did you hear what--
I heard what he said.

Now, just back off.

Leave it to Greg.
Let him handle it.

[typewriters clacking]

See that Col. Laird
gets this immediately.

Are you still here?
General.

Boyington, I don't have
any time to talk to you.

Well, five minutes.

Five minutes. All right.
All right.

I can accept
Hutton hanging his hat
at Vella La Cava,

but turning over
flight operations
of my squadron, now,

sir, well, uh,

uh, I just can't accept that.
No, sir. I--I can't.

Well, those are the orders.

I follow orders, too, Greg.

Oh, yes, sir, I know that,

but there must be something
you can do.

Yes, there is.

I can call in your markers.

What?

Greg, I'm asking you
to go back to Vella La Cava,

work with Hutton,
and not make any waves.

Hutton's operation
is the key to the
entire New Georgia campaign.

That important, sir?

Well, I, um,
I do owe you some I.O.U.s.

I guess today's payday.

Thank you for the time,
General. Thank you.

(Sergeant)
All right, let's keep this
area policed, you people.

Get that stuff out of here.
Come on.

(Marine)
What do we do
with it, Sarge?

Get rid of it. Get rid of it.
Get those tents up.

Bring that jeep over here.

[jeep engine starting]

[Spaghetti chattering
in Japanese]

Look at what they've done!

They've cleaned us out!

Took all our Scotch!

Ten cases!

Where'd it go?

What are you men doing in here?

This building is off-limits.

Uh, but, Colonel,
our Scotch is gone.

I've got a lot more
to worry about
than a few cases of Scotch,

and so do you.

Now I want to see
all the squadron's
briefing reports

for the last week.

I want a status report
on the operational condition
of all planes.

I want an inventory
on the fuel supply

and the types and the amount
of all ammunition on hand.

I'll expect the three of you
to have those reports for me
by 1 4:00.

Look, sir.

Pappy, uh, the Major--
You're taking orders
from me, mister.

Now get out.

Get out!

[Spaghetti chattering
in Japanese]

And take that bird with you.

(Spaghetti)
Sayonara.

James, what're we gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna see you...

And I'm going to bump you $10.

[whistles]

That's wonderful,
but I mean about the Hutton
and the reports.

What I'm gonna do
is sit here and play poker
with you gentlemen

till I've taken all your money
and all your other
worldly possessions.

(T.J.)
Jim!

Come on out of here a minute.
Come on, all of you.
Come on.

Look at this!

Hey, that's our Scotch.

(Anderson)
Where are they takin' it?

(T.J.)
To the hospital.
Hospital?

That's right. They called
the hospital and fixed up
a party with the nurses.

With our booze?

That's what they think.

Hey, Sarge.

Look what's blowin' in.
The natives are restless.

Just keep loading.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Yes, there is.
You can unload our Scotch.

Is that your Scotch?

You took it out
of the Sheep's Pen.

You know, we looked for names
all over 'em boxes.

Sergeant, I said
unload the Scotch.

That's an order.

The Colonel's orders are
that we take orders only
from the Colonel, Lieutenant.

Sir.

So if you want them cases
of hooch,

you're gonna
have to find some, uh,

other way.

Then we'll just do that.

Bob!

Don't go starting anything now.

Better listen to him, Bobby.

And you better shut up, man!

If you're going for him,
you're gonna have
to go through me.

Get out of here.

I hope you enjoy yourself,
Sergeant, tonight,

because it may be the last fun
you have on this-here island.

[smooching]

Move it out!

[truck engine starting]

Hey, hey, hey.

How did it go?
What took you so long?

You see Moore?
Get it all straightened out
with him?

I can't wait to see
old stone-face

when he finds out
what it's--it's gonna be.

You didn't settle anything,
did you?

I agreed to work with Hutton
as a personal favor
to Gen. Moore.

You what?

You don't understand--

Understand what?

Understand that you let Moore
sweet-talk you--

Hey, Jim, just hold it.

What a grateful bunch of jerks
we all are.

Gen. Moore has delivered
the bacon more times
than any of us can count,

and the first time that he
asks a favor of us--

They took the Sheep Pen,
took our Scotch,
our girls, and the jeep.

We're nothin'
but a bunch of orphans.

Oh, is this war becoming
too inconvenient for you?

You haven't
seen anything yet.
You better get used to it.

Wait till you see
the New Georgia campaign.

I'm gonna go get
something to eat.

That's real good, Greg.

Got a special dish
for you over there to eat.

Crow.

♪♪[Raiders singing
the Marine Corps Hymn]

[tires screeching]

[barking]

[Raiders chattering]

(man)
Hey, what's this?

[man whooping]

[all shouting]

[men clamoring]

Sounds like
it was a great party,
doesn't it?

It does.

(Spaghetti)
Sayonara.

Go back to sleep.
And you please shut up.

Making me fed up.

[Spaghetti continues chattering]

Damn that bird.

[engines roaring]

[bombshells whistling]

[machine gun firing]

[bombshells whistling]

[bombshells exploding]

Hey, Ross, go out
for a long one.

(man)
Great throw.

[grunts]

Hey, Porky-Pie.

Hey, you missed
the party of the century
last night, man.

You talk about
kissy-kissy, oofie-oofie.

Take it easy.

And that goes
for the rest of you.

Now you men get back
where you belong. Now.

Okay. How about the ball?

How about the ball, what?

Sir.

What else?

What do you mean?

I mean, "How about the ball,
please, sir?"

Hey, you can take
that football and you can

keep it, sir.

All right, you guys.

Go to your tents and stay there.

I made a promise to Gen. Moore
and we're gonna keep it.

Let's go.

Let's go, Bob. Go.

Jerry, forget it.

Hutton, I want to talk to you.

(Hutton)
It'll have to wait.
I'm on my way to a briefing.

You will.
Sergeant, I would like to
talk to the Colonel alone.

I'm on my way to Espritos Marcos

for a briefing with ComSoPac.
Take those out to the plane.

Your men came in here
and took this island over

like it was Japanese-held.

Now, I've had it with you
and your men.

What do you want from me, Major?

I have a squadron
of fighter pilots

that are ready
to start a war right now.

Now, either you tell
you men to shut up
and stay where they belong,

or when you get back,
you're gonna find your men
in an intensive care ward.

Boyington, we've already
got more war
than we can handle.

Now, if there any trouble
while I'm gone,

General Moore will hear
about it.

And those men
in intensive care,
they won't be my men.

Uh-huh.

...as soon as it gets dark.

Right. We'll meet
in my tent.

Hey, Jim.

What was the meeting about?

Meeting?

Oh, you know I know
when something's cookin'.

Now what's in the frying pan?

Well, looks like
we might have a little
serious trouble tonight, Greg.

The boys have decided
to jump those grunts
after chow.

Hmm.

Surprise 'em
and kick their heads in.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, I hope they do it
in their sleep.

Because those gorillas
will kill 'em.

Well, I know.
I told them that,
but they won't listen to me.

Well, they better listen to me.

Greg, those boys are like
a boiler with the safety valve
tied down.

They're gonna blow
and nobody's gonna stop 'em.

I know.

Hey.

Maybe I got somethin'
that'll let 'em
blow off a little steam,

and we won't
break our promise
to Gen. Moore.

What?

A little contact sport.

A little gridiron violence.

[chuckles]

And we still might get killed.

A football game, huh?

What do you people think?

[all agreeing]

Where and when, Major?

The field in 10 minutes.

You got it.

[all laughing]

(Laird)
We believe
this is the best spot

for your drop zone.

I'll decide that.

Colonel, we're only
trying to help you.

You've already helped me enough

by pushing up my timetable
a week.

Colonel, we don't like
advancing your timetable
any more than you do,

but those are the orders
from CinCPAC,

so let's get on with this.

You'll have 1 2 hours
to secure the Batuna airstrip

after you hit the drop zone

before Colonel Moffet
makes his landing

with the main landing force
on the beach.

Now, if you can't
secure the airstrip,

we suggest two alternative
fallback positions.

I won't need
any fallback positions

if I get the air support
I need from Boyington.

But if I don't get it...

You'll get it.

(Hutch)
All right, we're gonna flip
a coin to see who kicks off.

Anybody got a coin?

[all chattering]

We gotta have a coin.

Wait a minute. I'll tell you.
Let's do it. This is fair.

You pick a number from 1 to 10.

Okay.

Now what is it?

Seven.

Seven.
Jim, what's yours?

Uh, three.

Three. That's it.
We'll receive.

[all shouting]

You punks.

(Hutch)
Okay, line up.

[all cheering]

How come we ain't
got a cheering section?

[girls shouting]

What do you call that?

Sayonara.

Fans.

Come on, let's play ball.

Kick it.

[Spaghetti continues chattering]

Kick the ball!

[firing]

[crowd cheering]

[both grunting]

[all grunting]

(Greg)
C'mon, huddle.
Let's go.

[man whistling]

[players shouting]

Hut-one, hut-two.

[crowd shouting]

Hut! Hut!

[crowd cheering]

Hut! Hut!

Touchdown!

What's the matter, Lieutenant?

You can't take it?

C'mon, guys!

[players shouting]

[Spaghetti shrieking]

[gun firing]

[crowd cheering]

(Greg)
Second half, you're gonna
have to help me

with that big gorilla.
He's a monster.

I think we're really killin'em.

Well, I'm very happy
to hear you say that.

Okay, come on, you guys,
let's go get 'em.

Show 'em what they're--
you see that?

(Greg)
What is it?

[all shouting]

[all clamoring]

Hey.

[airplane passing]

(Greg)
Take those helmets off.

Where in the rules
does it say
we can't wear helmets?

Not steel helmets, man.

Helmets are helmets.

Well, why don't you gentlemen
just go get your rifles, too?

No, we don't
need no rifles, babyface.

Keep your helmets.
You're gonna need 'em.

[all laughing]

You don't mind being
buried in them, do you?

[crowd cheering]

[gun firing]

[men grunting]

[crowd shouting]

[shrieking]

[crowd cheering]

[inaudible]

Hutch has got the message.

Let's run out the right side.

Let's go.

[crowd shouting]

[players shouting]

[siren wailing]

Hit the deck!
Hit the deck!

Air raid!

[shouting]

[gun firing]

You guys ain't
so good at football,

but nobody's gonna beat you
at cheatin'.

[all laughing]

Did those helmets help at all?

Oh, no.

Listen, we got a couple
of cases of hooch left.
How about it?

[crowd cheering]

(Hutton)
This ridge above the airfield
has got to be neutralized.

We have been hitting
this ridge for one week
with 500-pounders

and still there's fire
from the ground.

Then double your missions.
Whatever it takes.

The enemy is honeycombed
all over this side.

We're not gonna be using
500 pounders, Major.

We're going to burn Tojo
out of his gun emplacements
and bunkers.

You'll be using incendiaries.

[sighs]

Hutch.

(Hutch)
Yeah.

I want these birds ready
to go in 30 minutes.

Pappy, I need more time
than that to work
on these airplanes.

All right, all right, take 45
and put a camera
on the starboard wing.

I can't do that.

(Greg)
Do it.

You're the best mechanic
in the Marine Corps.

Tell me about it.

[laughs]

[engine roaring]

[bombshells exploding]

(Greg)
We're still getting fire
from these bunkers.

They're reinforcing
that ridge somehow.

Are they coming in over it?

Look at it.

They'd be barbecued
in 10 seconds
if they tried.

Boyington,
I'm hitting the ground
right under that ridge

in exactly eight hours.

Those bunkers have
to be knocked out.

And don't tell me
it can't be done.

I'm tellin' you,
it can't be done.

[bombshells exploding]

[bombshells whistling]

Pappy, I got trouble.

Get over the water and ditch.

I can't bring her around.

Did he get out?

I don't know. I lost him.
I--I can't see him anymore.

(Greg)
We stayed over New Georgia
as long as we could

looking for sight
of Anderson's plane
or a parachute.

But the smoke and the fires
from the incendiaries
made it impossible to see.

Finally, we were out of fuel
and we had no choice.

We went home.

Hutch.

How long is it gonna take you
to pull these birds
off the line and service 'em?

Six, eight hours tops.

Do it.

I thank you.

Where's Bob?

That's it, Pappy.
That's everything.

[door opening]

[jeep engine starting]

Boyington. Why aren't
your men flying?

I've pulled the aircraft.
Needs service.

Some of them need an overhaul.

How long is that gonna take?

A few hours.
I don't have
a few hours, damn it.

Colonel, you better
find a few hours,

or your boys are gonna
hit that strip
without air cover.

I take off in 50 minutes, Major.

I'm about to go in there and
write a letter to the parents
of one of my boys.

Now I should've pulled
that aircraft sometime ago
and I didn't.

But I'm not gonna
put my men in jeopardy again.

I'm sorry about
your pilot, Major,

but I want
those planes gassed...

Those planes are not gonna fly
until they're ready to fly!

Are you refusing to obey?

Hutton, why don't you
push your timetable back
five or six hours?

There's still enough daylight
for you to secure the strip
and hold it.

I have my orders,
you have yours.

I don't give a damn
about your orders,
you understand that?

Now you come in here
with enlisted men

and you treat my officers
like cub scouts,

and you run this operation
like--like Napoleon

and you talk to me about orders?

Now, I agreed
to cooperate with you.

But you better cooperate
with me, or you're gonna be
out there all alone, Colonel.

Major.

[shouting]
What?

You're relieved of your command.

Callahan.

Sergeant, get on the phone
to General Moore.

Tell him I've relieved
Major Boyington
of his command

for refusing to obey
a direct order.

Colonel.
Move, Sergeant.

Sir.
Captain, you'll assume
command of the squadron.

I expect you
to take off in 10 minutes.
Sergeant.

Add my name
to that message,
please.

You can fly the damn planes
yourself, Colonel.

Radio that message, Sergeant.

Sir.

Who are you?

My name is Rouva.
I'm a coast watcher.

[sighs]

I'm Robert Anderson, VMF 214.

We have to get away from here.

I'll take you to my camp.

[plane taking off]

[plane engines starting]

How much longer, Hutch?

A couple of hours still, Pappy.

[airplane accelerating]

You know
that half of these birds
would've never come home

if you hadn't pulled 'em,
don't you?

Yeah, I know that.

[birds chirping]

[guns firing]

I just picked up
a transmission
from Hutton to ComSoPac.

He's on the ground and moving
toward Batuna airstrip.

He's under fire.
Heavy fire?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, Greg.

Looks like we're gonna
have some company.

That's Laird's plane.

Hmm.

[guns firing]

Where have you been?

I saw some men
parachute down on the
other side of the island.

Behind Batuna ridge.

Hutton and his guys.

What are they after?

The, uh, Batuna airstrip.

The logic is to grab it
and hold it

until a main force
landing on the beach.

They can take the airstrip,
but they won't hold it.

Not with the fire
coming from the ridge.

Yeah, I know, I know.

We tried knocking out
that ridge,
but there isn't any way.

But there is.

There is?

That ridge is laced
with tunnels.

The entrance can be sealed,
and I know where it is.

Well, raise Hutton on your radio

and--and pinpoint
the location for him

and he can call in
an air strike.

Lieutenant, if you received
such a message,
would you accept it?

Or would you suspect
a Japanese trick?

I see your point.

I've got an idea!

What?
Never mind. Get on that radio
and raise Vella La Cava.

Major, I don't like
this Colonel Hutton
anymore than you do.

But the fact is
he gave you an order

and you refused to obey it.

You really went off
the deep end this time,
Boyington.

You and Gutterman
are both going to have
to stand charges

and that is that.

I want you
to tell your pilots
and your mechanics

that until
your replacement arrives,
I'm in command of the 214.

You tell 'em, sir.

[whooping]

Anderson's all right.

A coast watcher picked him up.

He's hurt, but he's safe
and sound.

Wait a minute,
there's some more.

That's it.

Read it, sir.

Signed Meatball?

Don't you see?
That proves it's kosher.

Tunnels.

Tunnels.

That's why
we can't neutralize
the enemy,

because of the tunnels.

How soon can your birds
be ready to fly?
An hour.

[bombs exploding]

[soldiers shouting]

[guns firing]

[soldier yelling]

[guns continue firing]

Leftfield to grandstand,
we are on home plate.

(Hutton)
Fire from the ridge
is getting stronger.

Come in, grandstand.

Raise 'em, T.J.
Raise 'em.

Third base to leftfield,
come in.

Third base to leftfield,
come in.

Do you read me? Over.

(Hutton)
This is leftfield,
we read you, third base.

(Hutton)
Come in! Come in!

Third base!

It took a hit-- it's gone dead.

I've lost him, Pappy.

Sir, do I have your permission
to fly to Batuna
and talk to Hutton personally?

Boyington, that's impossible.

No, sir, it's not impossible.
I'll take the L5.

L5? My L5?

Hutton's L5.
I can land on a dollar bill.

I'll call an air strike
from the ground and we'll
plug up those tunnels.

Boyington,
even if you can do it,
I can't allow it.

Sir, it's the only way.

Otherwise all the air support
in the world

will not help Hutton.

He'll be pinned down.
He'll lose the airstrip!

You're under arrest!
Yes, sir, I know that,
but do I've your permission?

Yes!

[bombs exploding]

Can't you get that thing fixed?

Wish I could, Sarge.
It's hopeless.

Colonel!

What's your plane doing here?

[guns firing]

I don't know what you're
doing here, but if you brought
a radio I'm glad you're here.

I brought you two.
Give me a hand.

Yes, sir.

What do you think
you're doing, Boyington?

The Japanese, the Japanese
have dug a tunnel
on the backside.

As soon as we
burn out a hole,
they run in more men

and more guns
and put it back into action.

So what?

Why don't you call
Vella La Cava and
put my boys in the air?

With only a couple of men
and some communications,
I'll call an air strike,

and maybe we can plug up
that damn tunnel.

I'd like to go with him, sir.

All right, Sergeant,
take some men,
go with the Major.

Major Boyington, it's your show.

Pray that it doesn't turn out
to be a turkey.

Move out, Sergeant.

[bombs continue exploding]

[guns continue firing]

There it is.

[guns firing]

Exactly where the coast
watcher said it would be.

This is Lost Lamb
to Black Sheep leader.
Do you read me?

(T.J.)
Lost lamb?

(Boyle)
It's Pappy, you knothead.

(Gutterman)
Shut up!
I read you, Lost Lamb.

Okay, keep comin'.

Just drop when I tell you to.

Now!

[bombshells whistling]

[bombshells exploding]

He did it! He did it!

[all laughing]

(Gutterman)
Black Sheep leader
to Lost Lamb, how'd we do?

(Greg)
Just fine.

You really stuck the plug
in Tojo's tunnel.

[laughs]

It's Anderson, Pappy!

[both laughing]

Nice to see you,
you big, tall jerk of water,
you.

I'm not a totally well man,
but I'm fine.

You blew it away, didn't you?

Yeah.

Well, looks like
they're dying
on the vine.

I radioed Gen. Moore
about you.
You're in the clear.

Thank you, Colonel.

I was wrong
about you, Major.
You're okay.

Thank you.

See you around, Sergeant.

Major.

All right, move out.

[grunts]

Rouva, thank you very much.

Why don't you come with us?

I still have work to do here.

But it looks like
I'll be out of a job soon.

(Greg)
Rouva wasn't out of a job
as soon as he had hoped.

The curtain had gone up
on New Georgia, but it was
a show with a long run.

By the time it was over,
we had taken New Georgia.

But there were
a lot fewer men left
to celebrate it.

It was a major turning point
in the war.

All you could say about it was

we won.