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(Col. Laird)
Water festival?

How lovely.

These natives really know
how to live.

You see those drop tanks
over there?

Those are called bomber tanks.

No kidding.

Will you hang 'em
on my aircraft?

The man is more dangerous
to our Command
than the whole Japanese Navy.

Don't you understand?
A Captain is gonna
walk up to you with a ticket

to the Portsmouth Naval Prison.

What do I have to do?

This is top-secret.

(Casey on radio)
Hey, Pappy.

Casey, we're on radio silence.

I know, I know.
But, well, look down
at 4 o'clock.

We'll be flying over 30
of our own gun placements.

We need to take our chances.

♪ We are poor little lambs ♪

♪ who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, Baa, Baa ♪♪

[siren wailing]

(newsreel announcer)
The relentless thrust

towards the heart
of the Imperial
Japanese Empire

took a turn, as our forces
in the South Pacific

veered eastward
near the Katara islands.

For the Allied Supreme Command,

it is a period
of tactical regrouping

and re-evaluation.

For our fighting forces,

a brief respite
from the rigors of war

and from the relentless march
toward their only goal:

victory against the Japanese.

(Greg)
I was on my way
to the Rear Area

for a meeting with Gen. Moore
at his request.

I wasn't looking forward to it.

Col. Laird had been building
a dossier against me
and the Black Sheep

ever since
I'd formed the squadron.

Laird had it in for me,
personally.

And I suppose
I couldn't blame him,

I had it in for him, too.

Since his office
was conveniently close

to the Espritos Marcos runway,

I decided to let him know
I'd arrived.

[birds chirping]

[airplane engine whirring]

[sighing]

That was Boyington, sir.
I saw his markings.

I didn't hear a thing.

[jeep engine revving]

How you doin'?

Gen. Moore
is expecting you, sir.

Sir, Tuatoma has slowed
this war down to a fat thud.

We've got to have some targets.

Well, I just thought
you'd like to know
how much fun

we're having out here.

And a Merry Christmas
to you too, sir.

[sighing]

[knocking on door]

Come on in, Boyington.

It could've been Admiral Nimitz.

I can feel it's you
like a man knows
he's coming down with malaria.

This is top-secret.

Do you know
why you're here, Greg?

You're running low
on scotch, sir.

Have you got any idea
how much sizzle there is
in the fry pan?

[sighing]

I heard.

Col. Laird end-played us
while you were in Sydney.

He moved
the court-martial papers
up to the Admiral.

How do you
find out these things?

Friends in low places.

But he still
has to make it stick.

It's already stuck

on you and all
the other screwballs
in the 214th.

Now, look at this.
Just look at it.

In the last week:

impersonating a Major General,

dereliction of duties.

General, are we fighting
a war out here or each other?

You know Laird
has a grudge against 214.

Don't change the subject.

My unit hasn't flown
a mission in 10 days.

And I've been checking around,
neither has anybody else.

Who called the time out?

Well, it's a strategical
re-evaluation.

How do you serve that, sir,
on a shingle?

I need a mission,
and I need a good one.

There's a rumor about
a Japanese build-up

on, uh, Tuatoma.

Never heard of it.

And where does it say
that a mission gets you
off the hook all the time?

The way this war is bogged down,

missions should hang
in clusters like grapes.

Greg, don't you understand?

In about 72 hours,

a Captain is gonna
walk up to you with a ticket

to the Portsmouth Naval Prison,

in the heart of beautiful
New Hampshire!

You can give me an out, sir.

We're all out of outs.

But for what it's worth,

I'll be a character witness
at your court-martial.

I'll try to find
something nice to say.

(Greg)
When I landed,

I had a feeling
I might have some trouble

getting my airplane
off the ground again.

And I was right.

There it was,
staked down and growing an MP
from its wing tip.

There's only one way
to deal with MPs:

Either crack 'em in the mouth
and steal their jeeps,

or you put on
their funny little armbands
and give them some grease.

This guy didn't have a jeep,
and he was too tiny to hit.

[birds chirping]

No sign of Boyington, huh?

No, sir.

Well, he's gonna spit dog tags

when he finds his plane's gone.

Gone, sir?

Yeah, I'm moving it out.

Sir, uh, Col. Laird
put this plane under arrest.

I can't release it
without written orders
from the Colonel.

Son, you're a hell of a Marine.

And a good MP, too.

Well, let's you and l
have a little talk.

No rank, just two Marines.

(Greg)
I knew it was only
a matter of time

before Laird would be
after me again.

I needed a plane of my own.

As soon as I landed,
I decided to have Casey

run a check on all
of the available officers
who might be asked

to sit in on my court-martial.

I don't know
what I was looking for,

maybe an angel, maybe a friend.

At the least, a way
to tip the odds a little
in my favor.

How about Admiral Clay?

He's bound to be
one of the judges.

What have you got on him?

He has a ranch in Wyoming,
raises cattle.

Ooh, there's
a livestock auction
in Melbourne next week.

He might look fondly
on a gift
of a prize bull or two, huh?

You knuckleheads
are gonna walk over

and tap old Clay
on his shoulder and say, uh,

Admiral, I wonder
if we can interest you

in throwing
this here court-martial?

(Casey)
I don't want Pappy
to go to the brig.

Me, either.
Whatever it takes, I'm for it.

What it's gonna take
is a mission,

one good score.

Well, there's nothing
to shoot at.

This theatre's quieter
than a caterpillar's yawn.

There's Tuatoma.

What's that?

I keep hearing that name.
What is Tuatoma?

I don't know.

But it's the only target
that CincPac seems
to have any interest in.

Hey, Pappy, maybe we should
take a look at it

before somebody else
takes it down.

That's exactly
what I was thinking, Bragg.

We'll get up to it
north-west of the Slot.

We'll fly above 10,000 feet.

The spotters on Choiseul
will never see us.

Once we get
through the Slot,
it is a milk run to Tuatoma.

We'll strafe it,

then we'll get
some low-level pictures
of the damage,

and get out.

Yeah, that's it, Pappy.

Why didn't we
think of that before?

[airplane engines roaring]

Hey--hey, Pappy.

Casey, we're on radio silence.

I know, I know.
But, well, look down
at 4 o'clock.

Look at that, Pappy.

It's the whole damn
Japanese Air force.

Will you get a load of that?
There must be 50 of 'em!

How'd they know we were up here?

Listen, we got this thing
under control.

What're we gonna do?

(Greg)
What do you think
we're gonna do?

We can't run from 'em.
We gotta fight 'em.

[gun firing]

[gun firing continues]

(Casey on radio)
Two more at 3 o' clock.

I got 'em.

[gun firing]

(Greg)
We'd never seen so many Zeros
in one formation before.

They seemed to know
where we were going.

It had the flavor of an ambush.

And we never got
even close to Tuatoma.

That made me wanna know
the answer to one question.

(Greg)
I've got to know
what's on Tuatoma.

Forget it, Greg.
We can't get near it.

Intelligence has got to know
what's there.

All we have to do
is shake it out of S-2.

Casey,

have you ever been to S-2?

Pappy.

I can't crack Col. Kyle.
I think maybe you can.

Well, I'm just a bookkeeper!

He sees through you
and I'm going to beat him?

Well, what about Gutterman?

He could get in at night
and crack the safe
like he did at the hospital.

They don't have a safe
over at S-2, Casey.

Well, then--then T.J.,
he can always con
one of the secretaries.

Or French.
French, he does
accents, impressions--

Kyle knows every one of us,
he doesn't know you.

You see, my problem is
sometimes I'm too shrewd
for my own good.

You, you're simpler.

That's right.

He couldn't cope with that.

What do I have to do?

Get him to open up
the Vector-6 file.

The one with top-secret
written all over it.

How?

Trust me.

Uh-uh.

You're in training.

That's right.

Theater Command?
We don't get many visitors
from Theater Command.

We've heard a great deal
about you, Col. Kyle.

Please sit down,
Comm. Pritchett.

Thank you.

The word is, uh, good about you.

You run a tight ship.

That is a compliment
coming from Theater Command.

We don't just
hand them out, either.

Yes, sir. Tight ship.

Admiral Nimitz says

there's nothing like putting
your feet up on a desk.

Bull Halsey does it
all the time.

Of course, General MacArthur's
not too thrilled about it.

Oh, I couldn't
hear everything,
but it seems to be going okay.

That's good news, Doctor.
You better stick with him.

Uh, now, sir,
about that Vector-6 file...

Exactly what
in the Vector-6 file?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

I've got top clearance.

You must understand, sir,
there are, you know, regs.

That's right, Commander.
I'll have to see
your identification.

That's absurd.

Step aside, Colonel.

Your clearance number, sir.

Mayday!

You'll forgive me
for this some day.

Hey, what's going on?

What'd you do that for?

What's this all about?

That man cursed the flag.

What were you thinking about,
you bum?

[grunting]

[clattering]

At ease!

(Gutterman)
Oh, yeah.

It was a diversionary tactic.

(Col. Kyle)
What do you men
think you're doing?

I won't permit any of this.

Return to your desks
immediately!

That's an order!

Where are you going?

Sir, I was carrying
top-secret papers.

At ease! At ease!

I got it.

(Ben)
Where did you get this?

This is Tuatoma!

(Greg)
Tell me about it.

You shouldn't have it!
This is top-secret.

I know a lot of secrets, Ben.

I'm sure CincPac
would love to know

how a humble Lieutenant mapmaker

manages to have
the world's largest collection
of Polynesian stamps.

You'd blackmail me?

I'm in deep trouble, Ben.

Well, this time
I can't help you.

I know where
you can get a beautiful
New Zealand collection.

Mint.

This island is all volcanic.

The main peak
is the highest spot
in that part of the ocean.

See these buildings
on the side of the mountain?

Do you know what they're called?

(Greg)
No.

The Japanese call it
"The Nekko-No-Higge."

The Cat's Whiskers.

The most sophisticated
detection device ever built.

You brush your teeth
a hundred miles away,

Nekko can name
your tooth powder.

Radar?

No, not exactly.
We don't know how it works,

but it works.

It's flown copilot
with every bomber
we've thrown against it.

Perfect mesh.

No matter where we come at it,

it gets at least 100 miles
of get-ready.

No wonder they knew
we were up there.

Huh?

Never mind.

Did I do you a favor?

Yeah.

Will you do me one?
Sure.

Will you get rid of this stuff?

I've got all the copies I need.

Don't! You can't do that!

You've got S-2 clearance.

You can get it back
and they'll never know it.

Boyington, come on.
Be a pal.

I bet you can't wait
to get over the flu
and dump that stuff.

Ben, your fever's
gone down already.

Gentlemen, this is Tuatoma.

What is it?

Looks to me like
a lot of Japanese radar.

Only the Japanese
ain't supposed
to have any radar.

They don't need radar.
They've got this gizmo

that can stop the war cold
for two weeks.

[inhaling]

We're gonna take it out.

What?

This is a mountain top.

Now that creates
a dead spot, a shadow.

Now, if we can get
into that shadow,

then we can come
from behind right here.

Greg,

this dead spot of yours
leads straight back to Tokyo.

That's their ocean back there.
They don't need any radar.

That's what they think,
Gutterman.

Now fellas, heavy bombers
can't make this run.

It would mean
that they would have to fly

through five miles
of mountain passes.

But we can.

But it's way out of our range.

How do we get
to the far end
of that playground

and still make it home
without going dry?

I was just comin' to that.

Any ideas?

Huh.

Well, how about you guys?

Anybody got an idea?

I got an idea.

How about a gas station
right about there

with plenty of high octane
and clean restrooms?

Any other volunteers?

Pappy, you're asking us
to fly an impossible mission.

Nothing's impossible.

We just gotta figure it out.

This here is impossible.

You're trying to milk
a cow by its horns.

I never dreamed I'd ever agree
with Gutterman.

Great, you guys.

Just keep staring at the floor.

Don't look up.

[Gutterman sighing]

Hey, Hutch!

No, no, no.
The valves aren't ready yet.

Forget about the valves.
You see those drop tanks
over there?

Those are called bomber tanks.

No kidding.
Can you hang 'em
on my aircraft?

What?

I need the extra fuel.

You need a cork
for the hole in your head.

I just got done tellin' you
those are bomber tanks.

You can't do that with that.

It's an order.

I want those tanks
fitted on my aircraft.

Hutch, I think
I can get it in the air.

It's not you I'm worried about.

Who's gonna tell that plane
that it can take off
with the extra load?

Corsairs aren't very smart.
I'll tell it.

You just fit the tanks.

[sighing]

[engine starting]

(Greg)
I knew as I was sitting
in that cockpit

that my chances were about 50-50

for getting this bird
off the deck.

It was way over
the manufacturer's
weight limit.

But Laird hadn't
left me many odds.

And if I were going
to beat the court-martial,

I had to fly against Tuatoma.

And all I could do was hope
that this dress rehearsal

didn't kill me.

He needs all the runway
he can get.

He's got his tail
halfway on
the next island already.

Any bets?

You know, I should take you
for $50 just to shut you up.

I'll take a $100 to that.

What's the matter
with you yardbirds?

What do you want us to do,
stand here and pray?

Well, you're on.

In that case, hold that.

(Casey)
Come on, Greg.

(T.J.)
Come on. Go!

(Bragg)
He ain't going to make it.

(Gutterman)
That bird can barely fly.

That's it.
He got it up there.

(Greg)
I knew when we added
the 500 pound bomb,

we wouldn't
get off the runway at all.

And I couldn't see
using a corsair
to plough up the jungle.

It looked like I had struck out.

So much for inventive ingenuity.

[grunting]

What do you think, Greg?

Think? I'll tell you
what I know.

We add the bombs
and we have
Corsair submarines.

Hutch?

That's not the way, Pappy.

Some impossible things
are just impossible.

Thanks for trying.

Do you know
what we're doing wrong?

Yeah, for one thing,
we're sober.

Ah, we're being
too conventional.

We think extra fuel,
bigger tanks, too easy.

Yeah, well, it sure looked easy.

We're Black Sheep,
we're supposed
to be oddballs.

I'm gonna run this thing
through again.

Oh, you're odd, all right.

I'm gonna go collect my bet.

What bet?

Come on, what bet?

Well, uh, we bet on
whether you'd make it or not.

You bet on me or the plane?

On the plane.

[both laughing]

Damn you suckers.

Admiral,

I don't know how much longer
the Press Corps

is gonna buy those stories
of strategical re-evaluations.

Oh, blast the Press Corps.

Sir, rumors
are all over the theatre,

we've been stopped
in our tracks.

The press wants to know
if the stories are true.

Lie to them, Grayson.

Why do you think I have you
on my staff?

Yes, sir.

What about Tuatoma?

Not a word about Tuatoma.

I just finished
the final reports
on last week's losses.

One destroyer, two cruisers,
and a flattop

that was lucky to get back
to Guadalcanal.

Tuatoma is beginning
to make Pearl Harbor
look like a victory.

(Greg)
I've got the solution
to this mess: Katara.

(Bragg)
Katara?

(Greg)
It's an island
north of Tuatoma

with an old runway on it.

I figure one of us
could meet us there
with fuel to go home

after we've hit
the Cat's Whiskers.

Greg, is that by any chance
a Japanese island?

Well, yeah.
But we can get around that.

Our first problem's
getting the fuel.

Everything's off without fuel.
We don't have any fuel.

So, we scrub the mission.
Nobody feels bad.

No, we don't.
We're not scrubbing anything.

We're gonna get that fuel.

How're we gonna do that?

I don't have the faintest idea.

Trust me.

(Col. Laird)
So Boyington's up to
his old tricks?

You say you got this stuff
at the fuel depot?

Uh, what about the magnetos
166 wants?

Ship 'em.

How much booze was there?
Three cases, four?

I saw at least three.

Want to bet I know
the local distributor
for this rotgut?

Anything else?

That clears it.

Oh, he's up to something.

He got himself some fuel.

How is it a lousy Marine
like Boyington

can come up
with such good scotch?

[clanking]

(Baylor)
Hey, come on,
speed it up, will you?

Okay, just the gas, right?

(Greg)
Right.

Okay. And I drop off
at Vella.

When I get there,
there'll be a new generator
waiting for me?

It'll still have
the ribbon on it.

Okay. You got yourself a deal.

You get the stuff aboard
and I'll ship it.

Casey, you found us a good man.

You ordered it, sir.

Oh, listen, you better bring
your own dinghies.

I requisitioned mine
the day before Pearl Harbor.

And I'm still waiting for 'em.

This is a rush order.

My tub is ready.

Hey, uh, listen,

we couldn't do business
for another generator?

I'm sorry.
One to a customer.

Oh.

[vehicle approaching]

Good morning, sir.

How much gas did you steal?

Gas, sir?

It doesn't rain scotch
at the fuel depot

without your fine hand
in there somewhere, Boyington.

You won't get it off the island.

Col. Laird, I was
on my way to see you
about getting some gas.

We're running
a little short, sir.

You were dealing with Baylor.

That means
the gas is still here
on Espritos Marcos.

Choke on it.

We're expected to participate
in the fighting, sir.

Boyington, there are
30 outfits around here

fighting this war like Marines.

I'm going to see you
in the brig, Boyington.

Not only will you
not get the gas
off this island

but you won't get off, either.

I'll put eyes on the runway
24 hours a day.

I'll glue eyeballs
on every dock and pier.

You've got it,
but you won't move it.

[jeep engine starting]

That lard-brained...

Stow it!

What? Didn't you
hear what he said?

I heard what he said.

He was shooting snipers
out of the trees in China

while you were learning
how to spell.

It's the starch
in his uniform that I hate

and the war in triplicate.

Don't worry about it, Casey,

I haven't changed.

Well, what about the gas?

What about the gas?

We move it off the island.

[laughing]

Sir, this is a restricted area.

Sailor, that's Chief Karamowa.

Chief, I think it would be
a good idea

to have your picture taken

with Admiral Zumwassa
in the lead canoe.

I'm sure he'd love
to start the Water Festival.

Sir, you'll have to leave.

We're talking
about the Water Festival.

Would you like a PT boat
for an escort?

Sir, I must insist.

What is your name, sailor?

Collins, sir.

Are you happy in the Navy?

Yes, sir.
It's my career.

Well, you better learn
what you're talking about.

How about a low-flying PBY
spreading flowers?
I like that.

I'll have to send
for the officer
of the deck, sir.

Oh, no, you won't.

You will get
the officer of the deck.

Yes, sir.

And on the double!

Sorry, Chief.

[whistling]

[birds chirping]

(Greg)
This wasn't the best plan
I've ever come up with.

But if it fooled Laird
long enough

to get both me and the fuel
off Espritos Marcos,

it was worth it.

The funny-looking airplane
was a Navy duck
Frenchy borrowed

to get the fuel to Katara
for our rendezvous.

If we could just get the gas
inside the plane in time.

(Col. Laird)
Water Festival?

How lovely.

These natives really know
how to live.

They have their festivals
in the Spring.

[engine starting]

Pell, he did me again.

I'm sorry, sir,
I know you happen
to like Boyington.

Whether I like him or not
has nothing to do with it.

Exactly. The man
is a danger to morale.

He is using the war

for looting,
black marketeering,
flaunting authority.

The man is more dangerous
to our command
than the whole Japanese Navy.

He happens to be one of
our finest combat pilots.

He's got more kills
than anybody else
in this theatre.

I'm talking about morale,
General. And discipline.

The Corps runs on discipline.

Don't read regs to me, Laird.

I know why Boyington
wants that fuel.

Col. Kyle over at S-2
found this out of place
this morning.

And Boyington,
he paid him a visit
yesterday afternoon.

Now, the way I make it,

Boyington is gonna try
to hit Tuatoma. Right here.

Now the man is stealing
unauthorized materials, sir.

Maybe this'll
wake Fleet Command
up to the problem.

I'm beginning to think
that you're the problem,
Colonel!

Sir?

They won't make it.

He can't file his flight plans,

because he knows
that'd tip me off.

If he doesn't get himself
creamed by our antiaircraft,

or blown out of
the sky by theirs,

he's going to end up
in the drink somewhere.

Two hundred miles
behind enemy lines.

Piracy of aircraft fuel,

stealing unauthorized papers,

flying an unauthorized...

Laird, knock it off!

I'm going to stop him.
I've got no choice.

Put me through to Vella La Cava.

If we come in
even one degree off,

if just one of our planes
ends up in their grid,

we're dead.

Now,

there is a 10-mile arc
behind this.

As we get closer,
it narrows down.

So when we get to the mountains,

we have to be absolutely
right on the money.

Gen. Moore's calling
from Espritos Marcos.

Don't read him.

Pappy, what do I do?

I said don't read him.

You think he's trying
to raise us

in the middle of the night
to have a chat?

He's going to order me
to scrub this mission.

And I don't want
to disobey a General,

especially that General.

All right, now we're
over the target.

And remember, four.

Just four of us
will get one pass at it,

then we run like hell.

Now they are going to think
we have to come back here,

but uh-uh, no, we're going
to fool them.

We going here, to Katara.

That's where French will be
waiting with the fuel.

We're gonna be flying over
30 of our own gun placements.

Pretty trigger-happy fellows
right about now.

How're we gonna keep them
from shooting us down?

You're filing this mission's
flight plan or what?

No.

Then what are we
supposed to do? Drop leaflets?

We are to take our chances.

[men scoffing]

[men muttering]

All right, guys.

This one is strictly volunteer.

And remember just four.

[plane engines droning]

[crickets chirping]

Mmm-hmm.

Well, on the other hand,

we can all be court-martialed.

I said just four.

[plane engines roaring]

We've got Vella La Cava
on the horn, sir.

I don't want Vella La Cava.
I want Boyington!

[sighs]

The General requests
to speak to Maj. Boyington.

It's Gen. Moore,
he's in the air,

about 15 miles out.

He wants to land
and talk to you.

(Greg)
Tell the General
that I'm sorry I missed him.

Give my love
and I'll be back
in a few hours.

All right.

[clears throat]

Uh, Gen. Moore.

He couldn't
answer the call, sir.

He's in the air.

You want to try
to raise him direct?

Try raising Australia
with a spoon.

General, the antiaircraft
placement for 803

should spot them
in about 10 minutes.

If you call ahead they can
radio a warning to turn back.

I did all I could to stop it.

Call 803. Tell 'em
four Corsairs on a heading

for Tuatoma are coming through.

Let them pass.
Send the word down the line.

You might as well
authorize the mission, sir!

We've got landing clearance
from Vella La Cava.

Who wants to land?
Let's go home.

(Greg)
Coming up on the dead zone.

Let's line up and don't get
too far abreast of each other.

We'll land up on their scopes.

[plane engines roaring]

We fly any further north,
we are going to be over Tokyo.

Let's make our turn
and stay close.

[people chattering]

(Greg)
We came in over Tuatoma

and started our run through
the mountain passes

that would bring us out
of the Cat's Whiskers.

If the plan was working,

the enemy wouldn't know
we were there

till they heard our engines.
And by then,

it'd be too late to stop us.

[beeping]

[people chattering]

[plane engines roaring]

[bombs shells whizzing]

[bombs exploding]

(Casey on radio)
Looks like we did it, Pappy.

(Bragg on radio)
Make sure you can
find this island

where French is supposed
to be waiting for us.

I can't even remember
the name of it.

It's called Katara.

It's a tropical paradise.

We are flying 025 at 1,000 feet.

(Greg)
I saw Don's plane
as we flew in,

and I knew the fuel was
waiting for us on the beach.

All we had to do was,
get down there

and get it back up
to the airstrip

before the enemy got us.

The plan was for Don
to wait there
until we refueled

so we could give him
an escort home.

Without protection
in broad daylight,

that duck he was flying
would be a target

for every Japanese
fighter-pilot,

and the antiaircraft gunner
between here
and Vella La Cava.

Hey, there you are, Pappy.

Set it down and get going.

[engine sputtering]

[soldiers chattering
in Japanese]

[engine sputtering]

[explosion]

[engine starting]

[engine starting]

[guns firing]

[gun firing]

(Greg)
How're you doing, Don?

(Don)
You sure this thing's
supposed to fly, Pappy?

(Greg)
By the time we got back,

the news of our mission
had reached the rear area.

Within 12 hours
the allied offensive
was rolling again.

As for Col. Laird,

he was in line
for a commendation,

since it was
one of his squadrons

that knocked out
the Cat's Whiskers.

And for some reason

he decided not to have me
court-martialed after all.