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Bandits at 12 o'clock high.

Morning, Tommy.
Did you bring your life raft?

Not going swimming today.

Time has come
for somebody to teach
that marine some manners.

If you come lookin' for me,
sonny boy, you found me.

Come on, somebody, bail me out!

Coming now, Jim.

They got native girls there
without a stitch of clothes
and they're all beautiful.

That thing will fly, won't it?

When you hit
the end of the runway,

we'll both know,
won't we, Major?

It's not written down
in anybody's book

that Greg Boyington
can't get his tail
blown out of the air.

You know, I could take you.
Just like your exec
and blow you away.

I'm in trouble!

(SIREN WAILING)

NEWSREEL NARRATOR:
As the war in the Pacific
grinds on,

Allied Commanders state that
air superiority is paramount.

The numerically superior
Japanese air force

is wreaking havoc
in the Solomon Slot.

The Slot, so named
by the pilots who fly there,

is a narrow chain of islands
in the Solomons.

A shipping lane protected
from the heavy weather.

The slot has become
a shooting gallery
for seasoned Japanese pilots,

many of whom
have been flying in combat
for years over China.

A squadron of aces
led by Japanese Captain
Tomio Harachi

rain death and destruction
on Allied men and supplies.

MacArthur states that
if the war is to succeed,

we must control the sky
over the Solomon Slot.

To do that, we must vanquish
the devilish Japanese pilots

who have made
that piece of sky
their private hunting reserve.

(SPEAKING IN JAPANESE)

(SPEAKING IN JAPANESE)

Good morning, Major Boyington.

Oh, Greg!
Time to get up. 0500.

Give me five more minutes.
Five more minutes.

(CHATTERING)

(MAN SINGING)

Looks like Carlson
barbequed these eggs, huh?

GREG: Good morning.
ALL: Good morning.

We're just flying patrol
this morning.

And we're flying
with only 15 planes.

Shields and Garrison stay home.

Your birds are still
in the pits.

Now, fellas, we're gonna
have to start taking better
care of our aircraft.

T.J.

I'm happy I'm flying with
the thinnest mixture
in the squadron now.

If anything, my bird's
gonna die out on me
from too much oxygen.

Then you won't be needing
new plugs this week?

That's not necessarily true.

You see, I'm experiencing
a little misfiring.

The least those guys
in maintenance can do
is clean it up.

Fellas, we're in a bind.

Every day we're flying
with less and less equipment.

Now, the next guy
that pukes out black smoke,

is gonna get
more than a ring job.

Eat up.
Let's get out of here.
We're flying in 20 minutes.

Why does Carlson
always burns these eggs?

(SPEAKING IN JAPANESE)

You guys want to have
a pool this morning?

BRAGG: Yeah. How much?
Five bucks?

Fine with me.
GUTTERMAN: I'm in.

Yeah, I'm in.

Right.

GREG: (IN VOICEO VER)
Little by little, we'd been
dying on the vine.

No parts, not enough mechanics

and a captain
named Tomio Harachi

who had racked up
25 American kills.

I was after Harachi.

For three weeks
I'd been trying to get him,

but he didn't
seem to be gettable.

Twice he'd left me
with a plane full of holes.

In the three weeks
we'd been flying against him,

the score
wasn't that impressive.

Harachi and his men
had downed 12 of our planes

and killed five of our pilots.

Harachi himself had managed
five unassisted kills.

We, on the other hand,
had shot down six of his

and I'd been
on a personal cold streak.

One assist with Casey.

Okay, you bureaucrats,
everybody pays Bobby Boyle.

They're at 10 o'clock.

Morning, Tommy.
Did you bring your life raft?

Not going swimming today.
Boyington. Maybe you.

(GUNS FIRING)

I'm in trouble!

Come on, somebody, bail me out!

Coming now, Jim.

You missed him, T.J.!
He's still on my tail.

Help, somebody,
get this maniac off my tail.

Let's go, Casey.

I'm hit. I'm through.
I'm going in.
Somebody cover me, will you?

Black Sheep six
to Air Sea Rescue.

We have a plane down.
163 degrees 4 minutes
by 8 degrees 7 minutes.

GREG: You guys cover me.
I'm gonna take Harachi.

CASEY: Be careful, Greg,
he's going under you.

GREG: I know
what he's doing, Casey.

He's coming up behind you.

Damn!

HARACHI: Not today,
Boyington, maybe tomorrow.

Don't spend it, pal,
till you got it in a bank.

T.J.: That was
a close one, gang.

GREG: Tell me about it.

Is Gutterman okay?
He's out.

Air Sea Rescue's on its way.

GREG: All right, you guys,
let's go home.

Air Sea Rescue's
gonna pick Jim up.

There's nothing more
we can do for him here.

It's Gutterman, isn't it?

Yeah, it's Gutterman.
Air Sea Rescue picked him up,
but we lost his bird, Hutch.

That our new sergeant?

Yeah, sort of.
Sort of?

MICKLIN: Boyington?
Yeah.

I'm Micklin.
Your new maintenance chief.

Hey, glad to have you
around, Sergeant.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. Sure.

You got a real problem
here, Major.

If you don't put
15 planes in the air,

you'll lose your combat status.

Before you start
shooting from the hip,

suppose you take
a minute to find out
what's going on here?

I know what's going on.

You got a real
spare parts concession
over there.

Six airplanes collecting dust.

If I'm gonna
keep these birds in the air,

I'm gonna do it my way.

All right, do it your way.

Don't you think you ought
to field-strip that?

After all,
we're in a front area.

You know, I had a guy
ask me to do that once.
Officer at El Toro.

It was a big mistake.
It cost me three stripes.

It cost him 1 2 teeth.

You might just fit in
around here, Sergeant.

That the new mechanic?

Yeah, that's him.

He looks like
one old-time grunt.

Hey, you're not kidding.
I remember guys like him
from basic.

"When I talk to you, mister,
I wanna see little points
on the end of your ears."

When you guys come back
from a mission,

you report to me
or to Hutch here
to check the plane back in.

We're gonna have
a mechanics debriefing.

Excuse me.

Engine check,
cockpit check,
and armament check.

We go over all squawks.

Excuse me, Sarge.

Hey, we really
appreciate that, Sarge,

but you see, it isn't
really that necessary.

It's the way
we do things around here.

We just bring the planes in,

old Hutch
takes good care of it.
That's the way we do it.

Isn't that right, Bobby?
Right.

You see, Sarge,
what's the point of going
through all that every day?

This is a mechanics shed,
not a hatcheck concession.

Which one of these planes
belongs to you, sonny boy?

It's Bob or Boyle, Sarge...

Which one?

Third from the end.

No. That one's mine.
Where's yours?

Now, wait a minute, Sergeant.

All these planes are mine,
college boys.

I just loan 'em to you
once or twice a day.

And God protect you
if they come back busted.

Excuse me
for a minute,
Sergeant.

You got something
you wanted to say,
sonny?

That's right.
We happen to be officers
and you are a...

Was there anything else, sonny?

No, not exactly.

If you think of anything,
you won't hesitate to
come and tell me,

will you, sonny?

No, of course not.

Good.

Good.

Welcome home, Jim.

That Harachi
really shot you up today.

He shot me up, too.
But tomorrow,
I'm gonna get him.

Is that a fact?

Is something
crawling up your spine?

I'm just sick and tired
of hearing everyday

how you're gonna get up there
and smear those tojos.

You ain't invincible.

It's not written down
in anybody's book

that Greg Boyington
can't get his tail
blown out of the air.

It's down in mine.

Well, you see, that's exactly
what's climbing up my spine.

Morning, Greg.

Oh, Greg!

I know. I know.

We're getting into a rut,
darling.

BRAGG: I'll tell you
another thing
we don't need any of.

It's those breakfasts
that we've been having.

I had a hangover this morning
and that didn't make me feel
at all better.

I think that's great, Jerry.
You give up a couple more
eggs like that,

pretty soon
you'll look like Boyle.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, college boys,
come over here for a second.

Yes, Sergeant, what do you need?

I got something for you.

What's this?
That, sonny buy,
is a checklist.

You go through that checklist
with a mechanic on your wing.

Mags, trim, oil pressure,
everything.

He'll check you out
before takeoff.

But, Sergeant, around here...

You ain't gonna be a hot dog,
are you, sonny boy?

I don't see why
we have to put up with
this stuff around here.

Do it, Jerry. We gotta
get these birds
in shape somehow.

You check the drop
on my mag, Hutch?

I started to, Pappy.

Well, did you or didn't you?

He did not.
Why not?

There was a briefing
in the mechanics shed
last night.

All the pilots who showed up,
got their planes checked.

You weren't there,
so I figured
you don't need nothin'.

You figured wrong, Sergeant.

Just trying to do my job, sir.

Pappy, we got to mount up.
We're supposed to be
out of here.

Well, then, mount up.

That thing will fly, won't it?

Beats me.

But when you hit
the end of the runway,

we'll both know,
won't we, Major?

Sorry, Pappy,
he wouldn't let
me touch it.

But I managed to sneak a look
and everything looks okay.

What does that guy
eat for breakfast?

Officers.

This one is
sort of wired up, sir.

We put in a new right mag
and ran her up to 1,600.

RPM and pressure seem good.

But take it easy this time out.

You okay, sir?

Look, get off the wing.

But the sergeant said...
Get off the wing now!

Stop.

Stop it.

Stop!

GREG: We were going out
after Harachi again.

We were getting edgy
and the jokes were beginning
to sound like gallows humor.

But at least
they were still joking.

Casey suggested another pool.

You're on, Casey.

Listen. First guy
to spot this guy

ought to get thrown
out of the squadron
instead of winning the pool.

GREG: You just leave
Harachi to me.

I'm gonna end
his hot streak today

or I'm gonna know the reason.

CASEY: The reason?
You want the reason?
I'll tell you the reason.

'Cause he can fly
the wings off you,
that's the reason.

Put your money down,
you cowboys.

Anything from even money
to four-to-one.

GREG: And then
a strange thing happened.

You guys are gonna have to
do it by yourselves.

Jimmy Gutterman's
losing oil pressure.

Okay, Jim, pull out,
head for home.

T.J., go with him.

Roger, Pappy.

What a day, huh?

That power was coming
back at the end.

Probably should have
stuck it out.

No, no. There's nothing wrong
with playing it safe.

Let the mechanics
take care of that.
We'll be good for tomorrow.

Mechanics probably
won't find anything.

Like I said,
the power was
coming back.

You know...
You know what
I bet it was?

I bet it was the RPM indicator.

Yeah.

Sometimes the instruments
will give you a bum reading.

Yeah, instruments.

Always doing things like that.

PARROT: At ease. At ease.
What's the matter?

GREG: Casey, T.J.,
fly high cover for me.
I'm going after Harachi.

CASEY: Roger, Pappy.

Somebody's in front of us.
Who is it?

BRAGG: It's Boyle, Pappy.

Boyle, get out of there.

Hey, I'm hit.
I'm going in.

Anderson, follow him down.

Roger, Pappy.

Hey, come on,
let's loosen up
around here.

Boyle's gonna be okay.
They'll fish him out.

Yeah.

Well, last I saw him,
he was out, at least.

But I got tangled up
with two of those
Japanese gentlemen

and I couldn't follow him down.

I just hope
Air Sea Rescue
picks him up.

Couldn't follow him down?

Yeah.

I don't see what's so hard
about gettin' on the radio

and callin' for
another pair of eyes.

Oh, no. Hey, hey.
I did that.

I said, "Hey, James,
you wanna get over here
and give me a little help?"

But James was back here,
having a beer.

What are you calling me, Bob?

You want something from me, Bob?

James, I don't think
that I can take you.

But if you're looking
for some trouble,

I'm not sliding out
under the door.

I came back
'cause my RPM's
were dropping.

Okay.

I ain't flying
no dogfight
with half power,

especially not against Harachi.

He puts his pants on
just like we do,
one...

Who are you supposed to be,
Knute Rockne or something?

Hey, what do
you guys think
about Micklin, huh?

The man's a badger, isn't he?

You know, that's another thing
that's got me very, very
bothered around here.

He's a sergeant, isn't he?

You're lieutenants.
Or have you forgotten?

You tell him to shut up
or he's gonna go
on a bone hunt!

I don't think
that means much
to him, Jim.

He's already been busted
three times.

Then you crack him in his mouth.

That's what I'd do.
That's the way I live.

That's the way you live.
But I think this guy
may be what we need.

He's keeping the planes
in the air.

I seen that guy.
He's a tub of guts.

What are you guys afraid of?

Jim, let's leave it alone.

I ain't leavin' it alone.

Jim, just relax, will you?

Just relax what?
Leave him alone.

(CLATTERING)

He can get in big trouble
choosing out a non com.

Come on, let's go.

It's the reason
I haven't belted
him myself.

GUTTERMAN:
I understand you got an
attitude problem, Sergeant.

Since I'm the executive
officer of this squadron,

I make attitude problems
my specialty.

Ain't nothin' wrong
with this airplane, Captain.
How come you brought it back?

We ain't talking about
airplanes, Sergeant.

I came on down here
to teach you how to salute
and how to say thank you.

If you come lookin' for me,
sonny boy, you found me.

Now it's your party
whether you want it or not!

Then why don't we
just get to it!

(ALL CLAMORING)

CASEY: Go easy on him,
Sarge, go easy on him.

Maybe the rest of you
college boys want some
of this action.

Take him out and clean him up.

Mayday!
Lard's in the Mechanics Shed.
He's taking a count.

Get to Micklin.
Tell him to dummy up.

I'll try, but you know
the Sarge. He ain't much
on taking orders.

Flight regulations clearly
state that once you fall
below 15 planes,

you are no longer
officially designated
as a squadron.

You and your men
will be broken up
and sent back to the pool.

Sir, I know that.
But, it's not a problem.

We are flying 15 planes.

Then you won't mind
if I stay here till tomorrow

and make sure.

No. No, sir, l...
I won't mind.

Micklin!

That puts you out of business,

there ain't no way
you're gonna put up 15 planes
in the morning.

How many can we manage?

Fourteen, maybe.

I ain't got the parts
to fix the 15th.

I don't care how you do it,
but you get 15 planes up.

Use truck parts
if you have to.
I'll fly the 15th.

I'll let you know in an hour.

You really ought
to clean those cuts
before you got to sleep.

How about a drink?

You know...

I've been thinking.

Do you remember flight school?

Do you remember
that aerobatics thing
everybody had to take?

When we got to
that part of the training,

I knew was gonna die.

That's it, I just...

A good buddy, he was
in the class ahead of me.

I saw him crash
right into a mountain.

I knew that's what was
gonna happen to me.

I used to dream about it.
Every night.

I got into the cockpit
every morning

and my hands would shake.

Is this gonna
take long, T.J.?

The point is, I didn't quit.

I don't know why.

Maybe because
all my buddies
stayed in.

But I just kept on flying.

Every morning,

I'd get out of the rack,
and my stomach
was tied up in knots...

Look, shut up, T.J.

I don't wanna hear this.

I ain't interested
in your flight school
traumas.

Just shut up, please.

Forget flight school.

You remember when you were
a kid in high school?

Remember all those guys
who used to go around saying,
"It takes on to know one?"

There's a lot of truth in that.

You're scared, Jim.
I know that
because I've been there.

God, I'm still there.

And you are just
afraid to admit it.

All I'm trying to do
is help you.

I don't want
your help, T.J.!

Jimmy, I'm your best friend.

I'm just trying to tell you,

everybody has
a time in their life
when they're scared.

Fear is something that...

There's fear
inside of everybody.
That means you, too.

Just shut up!

I'm begging you,
just leave me alone.

Begging you.
Leave me alone.

GREG: Ever since
Boyle went down,

we were all expecting the worst

but nobody was talking about it.

As the time passed,

it became
more and more unlikely
that he was alive

and tempers were growing short.

I wasn't sure whether
that was Gutterman's problem.

Maybe it was part of it.

But I had a hunch
it was something else.

That's it, Sarge.

You wanna fly it?

Oh, no. Not me.

Well?

Is it gonna fly?

I doubt it.

It's got
last year's carburetor
in it, rebuilt.

The plugs are too thin
for the horsepower.

The trim tab is unfixable
so you're gonna have
to horse it up.

I wouldn't trust the mags,
the cylinder heads
or the fuel pressure.

You put a little
white satin in there,

and you got
a flying coffin, mister.

How's the cigarette lighter?

You won't need one.

This whole thing's
gonna be on fire before
you hit the end of the strip.

Push it out on the flight line.

Oh, boy.
Mr. Gutsy Ball, huh?

Sarge, I got one question.

How does a guy
with such a smart mouth
keep all his teeth?

By being hard to hit.

Well, so much for that legend.

Keep your fingers
crossed, Sergeant.

I know you'll be rooting for me.

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING IN JAPANESE)

Two flights.
The first flight
will be seven planes.

Engage Harachi
but stay out of trouble.

The idea is to get him
to use his fuel.

The second flight will
take off 30 minutes later.

We'll jump him
while his tanks are dry.

As you were, men.

On the flight line
in 15 minutes.

Jim will lead the A flight,

I'll lead the B flight.
Morning, Colonel.

These eggs are burned.

GREG: Colonel Lard
stood on the runway

and counted
as the first flight took off.

Seven airplanes.

That left eight on the ground.

And I knew seven
of those eight would fly.

I was in the last one.

And I wasn't even sure
I'd get it started.

(ENGINE FALTERING)

(ENGINE RUNNING)

GREG: We'd managed to put
15 planes in the air,

and that took Colonel Lard
off my back.

Harachi had come up
with a variation
on the gas theme,

and I have to admit,
his was more effective
than mine.

In my own defense,
I would have used
auxiliary tanks, too.

But I hadn't seen one
in over two months.

And you can't use
what you don't have.

Bandits at 12 o'clock high.

Okay, let's lead these guys
around in circles for a while
till Greg gets here.

Hey, Jim,
they got extra fuel tanks.

We're pulling out.
180 degrees to the left.
Right now.

I told you guys, turn out.
Right now.

We're outnumbered and
Greg's gonna get creamed.

Everybody turn out,
head for home.
That's an order!

GREG: (IN VOICEO VER)
I heard it all on the radio
and as soon as I did,

I turned my flight around
and landed about five minutes
ahead of Gutterman.

We were going to be caught
in a situation

where we were outnumbered
two against one

with no fuel or ammo advantage.

The smart thing
was to turn tail
and wait for tomorrow.

Only one thing bothered me.

In the ten months
I'd known James Gutterman,

he had never done
the smart thing.

He was a hot rock,
with an itch for trouble.

Something had changed him,

and I was afraid
I knew what it was.

I turned that flight
around today.

You're telling me
there's something
wrong with that?

No, because you did
something right.

Now, two weeks ago, Jim,
you wouldn't have done that.

I have to call
things around here
like I see them.

You've been
prowling around the camp
like a rabid animal.

Something's changed in you,
and I wanna know what it is.

Greg, I've been trying.

Greg, I'm scared.
I'm so scared.

My hands shake.
I get into that cockpit
and I sweat.

I don't what I'm gonna do.
Someone's got to help me
around here.

Fear is a lot of things, Jim.

I don't claim to understand it.

But I know one thing.
It can be constructive
or it can be destructive.

Every day I got guys flying
with a lump in their throat.

Your own wingman, T.J.,
he's one of them.

But you know, I respect them.

All my life I've been able
to count on one thing,
and that's my guts.

I've never run away
from anything, ever.

It's not just flying.
It's not just flying.
It's him, Greg!

Harachi?
He's a devil.

I know that sounds crazy,
but I've tried,

on his tail, two against one,
and flown back
with 100 rounds in my tail.

I never seen anything
like it, Greg.

I go up against him again,
I'm gonna die.

Yesterday, when you went down,
it was the first time for you,
right, Jim?

It's hard to deal with the idea

that the irreplaceable
Jim Gutterman might end up

sitting in his own blood
with his canopy jammed,

heading to the bottom
of the ocean.

You know,
that possibility has
always been there, Jim.

It's not just dying.
It's not just dying.
It's him. He's...

A devil?
He's a man, just like us.

He's on a hot streak,
that's all.

Don't make him any
more than that.

I guess you know
I'm gonna have
to ground you.

You know what
your flaw has
always been?

You've been such a hot rock,

you don't think about
anything but mixing it up.

Jim, put this fear of yours
in its proper perspective,

and it could be the best
thing that ever happened
to Jim Gutterman.

Get these college boys
out of bed and send 'em
down to the pit.

I've let you run around
like a two-star general

because I figure you're trying
to walk off a bad childhood.

But I gotta tell you, Micklin,
you're beginning to wear thin.

What you been doing
to those airplanes is
a crime in all 48 states.

I'm supposed to come
in here in two days,
put this unit back together?

Ain't no way, pal.

Now, you want 15 planes
flying tomorrow?

You got only one way to do it.

Get these altar boys
out of the sack
and down to the pit.

Otherwise, you've got
only 10 planes going up
in the morning.

Ten? What have you
been doing to them?

What have l...
That's just like
a crummy flyboy officer.

Blame it on the mechanics.
I'm tellin' you, Major,

we got at least
half a night's work
on those planes,

and if I was you,
I'd put a new carburetor
in that coffin of yours.

I managed to scrounge one up,

but I ain't got the time
to install it.

It's your move.

Greg, why don't you just
tell this guy to drop dead!

Yeah, Greg, why don't you?

He acts like we're
workin' for him,
but he's workin' for us!

We're officers.
He's a sergeant!

We'll see.

Come on, Greg.
I'd love to see you
pop that guy!

He took Gutterman bad, huh?

Pulverized him.

A lucky punch.

Nothing lucky about it.

Wore him down
and threw him
in the dirt.

Resoundingly.

We'll see.

First let's get
the engines fixed
so we can go flying tomorrow.

Oh, good.
Sir, you mind taking
the column off?

Anything you say, dear.

I wish I was in the Navy.
I bet those guys don't have
to work on their own planes.

That's right,
but they have to salute.

I guess nothing's perfect, huh?

This sure ain't.

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

(CHATTERING)

MAN: It's Boyle!

Who let this bum
back in the war?

Does that mean
we got to put his Scotch
back in the tent?

You better believe it.

Harachi caught you
turning away from me.

It was almost an afterthought.

Now how did he manage that?

I guess because
I had my head up and locked.

You guys,
you wouldn't believe
the little island I found.

They got native girls there
without a stitch of clothes
and they're all beautiful.

Took the Navy
three days to find me,

it took them 72 hours
to catch me.

You guys want to fly today?
Yeah!

Let's mount up.

Hey, wait a minute.
I gotta get a Mae West.

Not you, Boyle, you're grounded.

Oh, come on.
You're kidding.

GREG: Even though we were
heading back into the Slot

and we knew that Harachi
would be there,

there was a looseness again
in the squadron.

Getting Boyle back seemed
to snap the tension.

Some of the old jokes started
crackling through my headset.

CASEY: Anybody looking
for a pool this morning?

Even if you spot this guy,
you couldn't hit him.

We don't need
to hit him, French.

All you gotta do
is crack your cockpit

and foul the air.

Zekes can't fly
in that kind of stink.

You want a pool, Larry,
or you wanna do
bad Berle jokes?

CASEY: Okay, five bucks.

You're on.

Good. 'Cause there they
are at 6 o'clock.

Leave Harachi to me.

You're going down, dummy.

I'm looking for you.
Where are you hiding?

I'm on your starboard wing.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

You pulled the main switch.

Put it back.
I'm taking off
in five minutes.

Pappy doesn't want you flying.

Hutch, are you gonna
put it back, or am l
gonna put it back?

Give me some cover here,
Anderson!

I'm coming down.

On your right, on your right!

Somebody cover Stover,
he's going in.

Bail out, Dink, bail out!

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

He's out.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

Here comes Harachi.
Get out of my way.

You got him.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

CASEY: Keep on him, Greg.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

Pappy, he's rolling under you.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

Look out, Greg,
he's chewing your tail.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

I got one in front of me.
It's Harachi!

I think I just got him!
I did!

Way to go, T.J.!
The Phantom
of East Philadelphia

strikes again.

Hey! Hey, Pappy!
I just got Harachi!

Can you guys believe that?

You got him, T.J.

(MACHINE GUNS FIRING)

That's gotta be Jim down there!

What's he think he's doing?

(CHEERING)

Good one, Jim.

Welcome home, huh?
Yeah...

Greg, I wanted
to explain to you
about yesterday...

Shut up, will you?

If you're not gonna send
flowers, just shut up!

That new sergeant
took you good, huh?

Let me tell you something.
It was no contest.

I'd give that guy
plenty of room.

I may want to
try him on again,
but not until

I've worked a little
on my stamina.

Give me the wrench.
It's in the shed.

Well, get it out of the shed.

I'll meet you
in the Sheep's Pen.

We got him, Sarge.
We got Harachi.
T.J. got him.

That's the guy
who flies with his
mixture too rich?

Mr. Foul-the-Plugs?

Mmm-hmm.
Worst pilot in the unit.

Hey why don't you come
to the Sheep's Pen

and have a drink, Sarge?
Get to know the guys.

I don't want
to know those guys.
I got to fix this bird.

I'm an enlisted man.

I ain't goin'
in no Officers' Club.

It's not an Officers Club.
Come on, I'll buy you one.

You know, I could take you.

Just like your exec,
and blow you away.

I don't think so, Sarge.
But come on in,

and we'll talk about it.

I ain't drinkin'
with no officers,
so get lost.

You know,
some day, Sarge,
we're gonna find out.

I'll be here.

I'm telling you,

there we were, side by side,
then I dropped under him.

Now, I know he's good.
I mean, but not great.

Then I kicked my bird into
a perfect pivot split-S

guns blazing all around me,
and then I come diving
right down on top...

(MEN LAUGHING)

Go on, T.J.
I can't wait
to hear the rest.

So I rolled under him
and blew him away.

T.J. Wiley!
The new devil
in the Slot!

T.J.: I am buying.

For the first time, I'm buying.

Got to be college boys.

Can't nobody else
fly without an airplane.

GREG: For the next two weeks,
we kept up the morning
missions over the Slot.

With the loss of Harachi,
the Japanese pilots

seemed demoralized.

At least, that's the way
the high command

was calling it.

The news correspondents
picked it up.

They called it a victory.

We were looking at it
from a little different
point of view.

I guess all I could really say
was we were holding
our own up there,

which was better
than it had been before.

Somebody once said politics
makes strange bedfellows,

and I guess it's
true with war as well.

After all, I was sleeping
with a bull terrier.

And T.J.?

Well, he made the cover of Time.