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Let's go get 'em!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

You are telling me that
you are refusing to obey

a direct order
from a brigadier general?

You got it straight.

Who are you attached to,
Sergeant?

I'm with field maintenance, sir.

I'm supposed to
clean up around here.

I'm a tail gunner.

Isn't the tail gun somewhere
near the toilet?

What do you want, Boyington?
You want a public apology?

You wanna read it
in the Stars and Stripes?

No, I'll tell you what I want!
I wanna take it
out of your hide.

Hold the formation tight.

(SIREN WAILING)

NEWSREEL NARRATOR:
With armor twice as thick

and 13 gun mounts
that can scan the entire sky,

the new B-17E long-range
heavy bomber rolls off

the U.S. assembly lines
and heads for war.

These devastating war machines
are slated by the Army
Air Force High Command

to turn the tide of war.

The brainchild
of General Richard Wright.

The first squadron
of Flying Fortresses will be
under his command.

Dubbed the Flying General
by the War Department,

this remarkable young general
will get to test
his brainchild in the air

from the left-hand seat.

This is Fort Apache.
I got a Marine jock
in my landing pattern.

CONTROLLER:
Roger, Fort Apache.

Unidentified aircraft
approaching inbound Marcos
on 016 radio.

Please divert and go
into a holding pattern
at 3,000 feet.

GREG: We got a dry bird,
Marcos. Request permission
to land on runway 10.

We're flying
short fuel allotments.

I'm on my downwind leg.
Tell that cowboy
to fall in behind me.

I don't know
who you are, mister,

but I got an emergency
and I'm putting one down
ahead of you.

So take that big,
shiny tin can out
of the landing pattern

or get ready to bail out.

GREG: Okay, T.J., put it down.

T.J.: Roger.

I got his number, Rick.

Good.

Marcos Tower.
This is Fort Apache.

We're reentering pattern
from a 45 at 2,000 feet.

CONTROLLER:
Roger, Fort Apache.

WRIGHT: Sorry about
the dipsey-doodle, fellas,

but we got into some traffic.

We're reentering the pattern.

When we get down,
the beers are on me.

How'd it go, General?

Pretty good, Colonel.
Shook down just fine.

You get a message
on the rest of the squadron?

Rest of your squadron
will be coming
in about an hour.

They're in the air right now.

Somebody ought to tell
that flight leader about
landing pattern regs.

That's Major Boyington.
He's going to be flying
your fighter escort.

I'm sorry, my...
My what?

Fighter escort, sir.

There isn't going to be
any fighter escort.

Well, sir,
you'd better take this up
with General Moore.

He's the one who
requested fighter support.

You bet I'll talk
to General Moore.

What good is this experiment
if we have fighter support?

Like I said, sir,
perhaps General Moore
could tell you better.

HERSEY: I mean,
what's wrong with
the War Department anyway?

The whole idea of these
Flying Fortresses is
they don't need fighter cover.

As of now,
fighters are obsolete.

Who are those potato soldiers?

They're probably
the guys we busted out
of the landing pattern.

What do you mean
they don't need
fighter cover?

If it wasn't for us, those
guys would all be collecting
moss in 6,000 feet of water.

(ALL LAUGHING)

What do you want
them to do, Jim,
take you dancing?

I want them to knock
off the ingratitude.

(CLEARING THROAT)

MAN: Here we go.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
but I couldn't help overhear

that little bit of nonsense
you were just laying down
there a minute ago.

I wasn't talking to you,
Captain.

Then you guys ought to
take up whispering,

(LAUGHING)

'cause I was sitting
way across the room there

and I distinctly heard
you say that fighters
were obsolete.

You're a prime example
of that, Captain.

Things are changing,
what with technology...

Even Marine pilots are
gonna have to learn

more than to swing
from trees and eat bananas.

I'm going to overlook
that for the moment

because I figure you guys
just came in on that
silver turtle out there

and don't know that,
without fighter cover,

you would all be eating
rice in a bamboo room.

Is that right?

That B-17 out there is

the most heavily fortified
and armored aircraft
in the world.

Is that right?

A 20 mm cannon
can't penetrate her.

You and your buddies
are gonna be learning how
to type and file papers

'cause in a month or so,

there ain't gonna be
no more fighter pilot duty.

Just what is it you do, sonny?

I'm a tail gunner.

You're a tail gunner?
Tail gunner?

That's right.

Isn't the tail gun somewhere
near the toilet?

I suppose you're
the ape who pushed us out
of the landing pattern.

I'm afraid I'm gonna
just have to take
exception to that, buster.

No, no, no!

Listen, T.J., you just
gotta watch your fuel
levels more carefully.

You were down to
less than five gallons.

I'm sorry, Pappy.

For some reason my bird
seems to fly better
with the mixture rich.

(CRASHING)

The thing I like about
this club is you can
always find a nice girl.

Let's go!

But they're your men.

We don't know that for sure,
do we, Colonel?

MAN: What are these guys,
Air Force MPs?

We do now.

(MEN CHATTERING)

LARD: General Moore
wants to see you before
you check in.

LARD: She has two inches
more armor plating all around

and gun bubbles
that allow each airplane
a complete firing radius.

The 20 mm cannon fired
from the Zeros shouldn't
be able to knock her down.

Is that a manufacturer's
guarantee?

No, it's a theory.
I'm just trying to say...

Do you mind, Colonel?

I've already had
one run-in with
this general

and he seems fairly
committed to flying missions
without fighter cover.

As a matter of fact,
he's adamant about it.

So what's the problem?

Give him some extra shark
repellent and send him off.

He's flying off my field
and that makes him
my responsibility.

I'm not risking it.

You fly escort missions
for him starting
at 0700 tomorrow.

I'll be back in a week.

We'll debrief then.

If you feel
they can cut it alone,

then we'll send this
hot rock out by himself.

You aren't too big
on this guy, huh?

General Wright is a fine officer

who may be in just
a little too much
of a hurry.

Anything else, Greg?

Well, General, I'm a little
short-handed at the moment.

A few of my pilots are
in Colonel Lard's brig.

Apparently they were
having a drink
in the officers club

and for some reason,
the MPs just hauled them off.

For some reason?

They were brawling with
General Wright's officers!

They were literally
throwing army lieutenants

out the officers club doors.

Come on, Colonel.
Anybody can trip
and fall through a door.

I've done it myself.

MOORE:
How many are in custody?
All but one.

Get them out, Colonel.

We can't very well
cover this mission
if they're behind bars.

Yes, sir.

General Wright isn't
going to like this, Greg,

but I can't duck
this conference.

You and Lard are
gonna have to pull
on the rope together.

Don't we always?

Let's understand this now.

I don't want this doughboy
up there alone.

He may order you to stand down.

You're the only Major in
my command who's got the guts
to disobey a General.

So you have fun, you two.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Major Boyington?
Yes, sir.

General Wright.
How do you do, sir?
It's a pleasure.

If you're looking
for your men,
they're in the brig.

They'll be along.

No, they won't.

I was sort of hoping
you and I would run into
each other this morning.

I understand General Moore
gave you escort orders.

That's right, General.

Well, I'm canceling them.

I'm afraid
you can't do that, sir.

General Moore instructed me
to fly escort until
he personally pulled me off.

Let me get this straight.

You are telling me that
you are refusing to obey

a direct order
from a brigadier general?

Is that what
you're telling me, Major?

I think you got it straight,
General. Right on the button.

Then you're
a very foolish officer

who is going to be written up
and court-martialed.

Let me give you
some bad news, General.

I'm the most court-martialed
officer in the Marine Corps.

This year alone,
I've been brought up
on charges six times.

I'm gonna fly
this escort according to
General Moore's orders.

I want you in my quarters
at 1 400 hours, Major.

Until then,
you are under house arrest.

I really hate it
when they get like that.

No, you don't.

You love it.

Let's find out what went wrong.

They're still in the brig!

Well, get them out.
I can't.

General Wright personally
ordered the captain inside
to hold them.

He won't turn them loose.
I tried.

Well, after all, he is
a General, Boyington.
I'm a Colonel.

And General Moore is
in Washington,

I spent the night
reading up on conflict
of command in the manual.

And that's what we've got here.

Page 1 2,
Subsection 6 states
that any ranking officer

can counter standing orders

if they pertain to command
decisions outlined
in Subsection 24,

which states that
a commander
in charge must have

clear jurisdictional control

provided he has been
given that proximity

by orders generated
in prior channels

and from
a higher ranking officer.

Really pulling
on the old rope,
aren't you, Colonel?

I think that the manual
was made to be followed.

I think that's
the most confusing
paragraph I ever heard.

And confusion always
works in your favor

when you're disobeying
superior officers.

Now, take my word for it...

He's a General, Boyington,
a one star General.

Colonel, give me a break.

Turn your back on this thing,

and I'll get my boys
out of the brig,

and fly this mission according
to General Moore's orders.

I'm gonna get some breakfast.

Good. Make it last
at least half an hour.

And if you hear a commotion,

go to the head
and lock the door.

GREG: General Wright
had me in a bind.

He was ranking officer
in Espritos Marcos,

and he didn't want me
flying escort for him.

But General Moore had
ordered me to do it.

To obey one general,
I had to disobey another.

And I had less than
30 minutes to get my pilots
out of the brig

and in the air if we were
going to catch
the Flying Fortresses

before they reached the Slot.

General Bull Taylor.

I want you men up against
that wall looking smart.

Been out here long, son?

No, sir.
About six months.

How much to open up?

Sorry, sir, we can't do that.

Are you fining me, boy?

Sir?

You some kind of foul-up Marine?

Sir?

Never kid a kidder, boy!

I know that you have to be
a special kind of bone head
to be a brig officer.

Brig officers are
being punished.

Now, this is a leper colony,

and I wanna know
how come you're here,

and I wanna know right now, boy.

Low aptitude score, sir.

All right.
I want them opened.

I'm sorry, sir,
but we're not supposed to.

Ain't hard to see why
you're scoring low, sonny.

Let me give you
a quick aptitude test
right here on the spot.

Yes, sir.

What's that you got
on your collar?

Captain's bars.

And what's this here
on my collar?

General's stars, sir.

Now, if a man wearing
a star was to give an order

to a man wearing those
little railroad bars
a direct order...

I'll open them up for you, sir.

Open it up. Right now!

You did the right thing, son.

Ten-hut!

You boys been in some trouble?

Yes, sir, general.
We got in a fight
in the officers club.

Where you from, boy?

Bristol, Tennessee, sir.

Had breakfast?

It's right over there.

What kind of food do they
serve in the brig nowadays?

Captain, come here a minute.

Is this some kind of joke,
Captain?

What's your name, son?

Captain Evil Martin.

You get pleasure
out of serving this
kind of food, son?

I don't know
how it happened, sir.

You men haven't had a breakfast,

you've had a practical joke.

I'm gonna take you out of here,

I'm gonna take you
to the mess hall,

I'm gonna feed you breakfast.

(MEN SIGH)
I'll tell you one thing
I will not tolerate.

I will not tolerate cruelty
under my command.

I don't care
if these men are
in the brig or not!

Do you understand that?
Yes, sir.

Turn them loose, Captain.

But, sir,
General Wright gave me...

There you go having
that aptitude problem
again, boy.

Yes, sir. I'll release them
into your custody.

Okay, you guys.
Stay tight.

We ought to be coming up
on these army hot dogs
any minute.

Hey, Greg, we got a weather
front moving in out there.

GREG: (ON RADIO)
Then we gotta find
those bombers now.

They have
the navigational equipment.

NAVIGATOR: Navigator to pilot.
We've got a fog front
coming in on us.

Won't run into any Zekes
with a fog bank.

We're 55 minutes
from the target, sir.

Right.

TAIL GUNNER: Sir, we have some
aircraft coming in behind us,
closing fast.

Okay, everybody, stay alert.
We may have some bogies
coming in behind.

GREG: Fort Apache,
this is Black Sheep One

coming in at 6:00 even.

Fort Apache to Apache Wing,
hold your fire.

We have fighter escort
approaching.

You're a real hot head, Major.
I thought we had this out.

GREG: You want to dump me?
Take it up with General Moore.

Until I hear from him,
I'm gonna be right here
in your hip pocket, General.

We'll have to see
about that, Major.

Roger, Fort Apache.

We're on heading 167.

Acknowledge strike
heading, over.

No need, Major.
Just fly VFR.

We got some weather
coming in, General.

GREG: It's getting thick
out here. Can't see a thing.

Hey, Greg, what's with this guy?

GREG:
Everybody stay tight.

We're gonna hold
the same heading.

If anybody gets separated,
we're in trouble.

Black Sheep one to Fort Apache.

Give us a corrected heading.
We're flying blind.

Let's turn back, Ted,

we aren't gonna
meet any Zekes
in this marshmallow.

What about the fighter
cover, General?

We can't leave them out here.

They don't have
any navigational equipment.

They won't get back.

Notify them we're turning out.

They can dead reckon
out of the fog. It only runs
back about 50 miles.

Excuse me, Rick,

but I think we ought to bring
those guys back with us.

I'm gonna teach that major
to stay in place.

Apache wing, we are executing
a tight 180 at 1 70 knots.

Everybody stay bunched.

You hear that, Greg?
GREG: Yeah.

They're leaving us.

Fort Apache,
give us a heading.
This is Black Sheep One.

We're blind up here.

Okay, fellas.

We're gonna have to do
a little dead reckoning.

Can everybody see his wing man?

MAN: Barely, Greg.

T.J.: Not me.
Where are you, Jim?

GUTTERMAN: Just keep
your head, T.J.,
I'll find you.

Okay, fellas,
we're gonna do
a tight 180.

Everybody stay in view.

If you get lost,
you're gonna have to
make it home alone.

Everybody stay tight.

We're going down to 1,000 feet.

Hope we don't fly
into any mountains.

Let's go.

GREG: I'm out of the fog!

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN:
All right, we made it!

GUTTERMAN:
Way to go, Pappy.

Ain't that a pretty sight?

I always wondered what
you were using for brains.

I never had any idea
it was a gyrocompass.

Okay, you meatheads,

let's set these birds down.

When I get down,
I'm gonna kill that general.

No you're not, Jim.

Why not? You saying
he don't deserve
a good stomping?

No. I'm saying
I'm gonna be the one
who gives it to him.

GREG: Let's get in there
and deck those clowns.

They're gonna be
flying hospital beds.

T.J.: I never punched out
an Air Force jock before.

GUTTERMAN: I'll show you
how it's done T.J.

Where's your General?

He was here, Major.
He left.

You boys proud of yourselves?

Jim, I can't keep getting
you out of the brig.

Captain, for what it's worth,

I'm sorry about
what happened today.

I don't understand
why General Wright
did it myself.

I suppose he had his reasons.

His reasons are your general
is a three alarm head case.

The man is trying
to apologize to you.

Look, the least we can do
is buy you guys a drink.

Personally, I gotta
tell you guys

I felt kind of naked up there.

When you showed up
it took a load off my mind.

Well, this one here's
talking some sense.

I guess we can join
these hole diggers over
at the bar

and take up on that drink.

GREG: Where is he?

I don't know where he is.
It's not my day to watch him.

He left us out there in
the middle of a fog bank.

It was flat luck that
we got back here at all.

So, what am l supposed to do?

You know, I'm about ready
to kill Moore for laying this
on me before he went away.

I mean, you may
find it easy to tell
a Brigadier General

to go shinny up
a tree, Boyington,

but I don't.
That's not my way.

I would choke on
my tongue if I tried.

You've been hiding
from him, haven't you?

Where do you hide on
a two square mile island?

Look, Boyington, I've been
thinking about this.

And I think we should
drop the fighter cover.

Colonel,

I'm going up.

Why?

Because I don't like the way
the general does business.

And because General Moore
ordered us to fly
cover for him.

Okay, Boyington.

Looks like you and I are on
the same side of things
for once, doesn't it?

But let me tell you
something, Boyington,
you are a fighting Marine.

You're out there
and you get results.

You can take chances
and get away with it.

I am a paper shuffler.

Doesn't work that way
for me anymore.

If I cross him,
I'll end up the rest of
my career dodging him.

And I don't want to do that.

So where does that leave us?

I guess what I'm saying,
Boyington, is that

if you wanna take anymore
chances with him,
you go right ahead.

I'll try to cover for you
afterward if I can,

but I'm not disobeying
any direct orders
from General Wright.

I've made that decision
and I think you ought
to know it.

Fair enough.

Thanks for telling me.

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

Will somebody kill that?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Sorry to break this up

but my pilots and crews
are flying at 0700 tomorrow,

and I want everybody sharp.

Where's Major Boyington?

Right over here, General.

Where you been hiding?

If you like to discuss
this morning's mission.

I'll be in my quarters
in 10 minutes.

With my star off.

Okay, Boyington,
we're going to have
this out.

That's fine with me.
There's a lot of things
I been meaning to say to you.

You mind letting
me finish, Major?

To begin with,
I owe you an apology.

What I did was wrong.

I shouldn't have
left you up there.

Now, there's a flash.

You want to shut up, Boyington?

When I'm through with what
I have to say,
then you can get...

I didn't come here to
have a debate, General.

Look, I made a mistake
this morning.

I could have gotten you
and your pilots killed.

It was foolish.

I regret doing it.

You regret it?

You through?

Just a minute, Major.

For two years, I've had a plan.

I fought for money on
the floor of the Congress.

I got those tin flying
fortresses out there built.

Now, look,
I am absolutely convinced

that they are
the answer to long-range
precision bombing.

Unfortunately, sometimes
Washington can get tricky.

There are a lot of people
who want to see more
emphasis placed on

lightening interceptors, P-38s.

The aircraft manufacturers
spend a lot of time and money
convincing Senators

one way or the other.

So I'm out here
for one purpose only.

To prove my theory.

I can't do that if I fly
with fighter escort.

Now, look, I believe
in myself, I believe
in my airplanes...

And I think you're nuts.

If you fly without
fighter cover, you're
gonna kill your pilots.

Let me finish!

You come in here with
a star on your collar
and you think that's it.

Well, let me give you my end.

You can take your B-1 7 s.

You can take
your Washington problems,

you can take
your 50 mission hat,

and stick them
in your ditty bag!

What you did to my squadron
up there this morning cancels
everything out, sir.

What do you want, Boyington?
You want a public apology?

You wanna read it
in the Stars and Stripes?

No, I'll tell you what I want!
I wanna take it
out of your hide!

Now in order to do that,

you will have to shuck
a lot of military protocol.

Would that settle anything?
No, it never settles anything.

But sometimes it
makes you feel better.

Was there anything else, sir?

Yes, you're not flying tomorrow.

Since General Moore
ordered you to fly

and you persist
in disobeying me
in favor of him,

I have taken other
precautions to guarantee
you will stand down.

All the fuel allotments on
this island were supplied
by army quartermasters.

I've locked it up, Boyington.

Sarge, it's all figured out.

All you gotta do is make
friends with them,

and wait for me to
give you the signal.

I ain't doing it.

Come on, Sarge,
there's nothing to it.

You don't even have to
lie or anything.

Nope.

What's the matter with you?

You like to see all
these birds grounded?

Or do you want to work
for the Army?

You know, Major,
that General could take you.

Don't change the subject.

Are you gonna help us
get that gas from these
turtle fliers or not?

I never was much at lying.

All right, then
give me your shirt.

Huh?

You heard me.

I said give me
your shirt, and that's
an order, Sergeant.

WRIGHT: (ON RADIO)
This is Fort Apache to
Apache flight leaders.

You've got the grids.

We will by flying
without fighter escort.

Repeat, no fighter escort,
so tail gunners and
waist gunners stay alert.

Keep the formation tight.

Who you attached to, Sergeant?

I'm with field maintenance, sir.

I'm supposed to
clean up around here.

Well, get to it.

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

What can l do you gentlemen?

Captains Shiber,
Costa and Smith.

ComSouPac Theater
superintendents,
sixth column.

So what do you want?

I got instructions not
to let anybody in.

They come direct
from General Wright.

General Wright again.

What do you want to do?

Well, we have to put it down,

but it isn't gonna go over
very well with High Command.

What is it?

Lieutenant, may I ask
you a question?
Yes, sir.

When you filled up those
bombers this morning,

how much gasoline
did you put on board?

We topped them off.

You hear that?
There's Wright's hogging
fuel again.

General Wright has one
of the worst records in
the quartermasters corps.

We are removing
15,000 gallons
from this gas depot.

If General Wright doesn't
like it, tell him to contact
us at Theater Command.

Is that truck full?

I'm sorry, sir, but you can't.

I've got strict orders.

You've got new ones now
Lieutenant,

or maybe you'd like to explain
it to Theater Command?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

What is it, Sergeant?

Lieutenant, are those guys
telling you that they're
with Theater Command.

Yeah, something
about gas hoarding.

They're pilots with 214.

They're trying to pull
something over on you.

If I was you, I'd get this
tanker truck out of here

before they take it
away from you.

I'll keep them busy.
Would you get it
out of here, Sergeant?

I don't know, sir.
I ain't licensed for
this kind of truck.

I'll cover for you this once.

Well...

Well, if you say so.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Well, look, the keys
to the truck are in the tent.

I suppose if you guys give me
the paperwork and everything,

I can let you have it.

Very wise of you.

Of course I know you guys
are pilots with the 214

and I've just removed the fuel

so you can forget
the rough stuff
and just get moving.

Boy, you Army lieutenants
are really sharp.

Certainly are sharp.

Everybody stay sharp.

Fort Apache, this is
Black Sheep One.

We're joining up for
fighter escort duty.

No fog, looks like
a nice day for flying.

Fort Apache to Apache Squadron.

We have fighter cover
intercepting from the rear.

Let's go get them!

MAN 1: One's coming
at your starboard.

WRIGHT:
Break left, break left.

Let me have it.

Reel across me.

You got him.

Rolling out, Boyle, starboard.

GUTTERMAN: Still coming up
behind you, Bob.

Keep you head down.

MAN 2:
On the starboard, Porter.

Stand down, 2:00.

MAN 3:
All yours, portside.

Fighter attack turned
back. They're going home,
Fort Apache.

They didn't do much damage,
did they, Black Sheep One?

Only six or seven got
through us, General.

Hardly enough to do
any damage, sir.

Fort Apache to navigator.

We'll be coming out of this
flack field in a few minutes

and will reset up on target.

You'll have the aircraft.

NAVIGATOR: Roger.

All flight leaders
form up on me.

We'll hit this target
in echelon.

Fighter cover will break off.

Roger, Fort Apache.
Good luck and see you
back home.

(EXPLOSION)

When we get down,
I'm gonna kill that guy.

Yes, sir.

WRIGHT:
Do you have someplace
you like, Major?

I like the beach,
but it's too long a walk.

I'll find someplace close by.

Fine, whenever you're ready.

Be ready in just a minute.

GREG:
Let's go, General.

(GRUNTS)

And that's an order.

You know, one of the nice
things about being a general

is this doesn't
happen too often.

You got a great right hand,
Greg.

Nothing wrong with your left
hook either, General.

You know, I'm right
about these bombers.

I don't think so.

You saw what happened
up there today. We got
three of those Zeros.

They couldn't knock us down.

You had 30 Zekes up there, 30.

Now your gunners had
time to line up on them.

But only six got through.

Take away the air cover.

And those gunners are
gonna get overwhelmed

and your tin turkeys
are going down.

They won't, Greg.

And if they do,

well that's worth knowing, too.

You're not going up tomorrow.

I'm going everyday, until
General Moore pulls me off.

Now, you got a lot
of loyalty to General Moore.

How did he manage it?

He's got a better
left hook than you have.

Looks like if we're
gonna fly today,

we've gonna have
to shoot our way
into the cockpits.

I guess, at a certain point,
it becomes pretty ridiculous.

Okay, you guys, go on back.

General, I'd like
to go with you.

Sure?

You have an extra parachute
in that thing?

Yeah, I think we do.

I think I'm gonna need it.

After you, sir.

You better tell your guys
to be ready, General.

We're coming into the Slot.

WRIGHT: (ON RADIO)
Apache leader to crew,

we're coming into the Slot.
Keep your eyes open.

Apache two to Fort Apache.

We got a flock of them
at 11:00 coming in.

All right, close up.
Keep the formation tight.

MAN 1: I got two from behind,
keep your eyes open.

MAN 2:
General, Gray's going down.

Get out. Bail out.

GREG:
He's not gonna make it.

MAN 1: Keep on him,
don't let them get too close.

MAN 3: I can't hit them.
Better keep your eyes open.

MAN 4:
Gotta be a dozen up here.
WRIGHT: Keep firing.

Number 3 is on fire.

Feather it, Ted.

I got four on me.

MAN 5: We lost
the starboard waist gunner.
He's hit!

Point him, point him.
We lost the starboard
waist gunner.

9:00.9:00.

General, we're gonna
have to fly back
through those guys,

and this time they're gonna
be more Zekes waiting for us.

This is Fort Apache
to Espritos Marcos.
Acknowledge.

NAVIGATOR: Five by.

We are five minutes from
target and have encountered
heavy fighter attacks.

Request fighter cover
intercept at 16 degrees.

Fifteen minutes on radial 187.

E. T.A. is 0850,
approximate.

Roger.

Tell them to get it moving.

We're going to be
running a gauntlet
on the way home.

Roger and out.

You guys got the grid.
So let's get moving.

If we don't get there in time,

all we're gonna see
is a bunch of iron floating
in the water.

MAN 6:
We're set on target.

Navigator, take the target.

GUTTERMAN:
They just keep coming.

We can't handle more.

Break left.
Break left!

(GRUNTING)

That was wrong.
God help me, I'm killed.

Here they are.

Let's get in there.

T.J.: My God,
half of them are gone.

GUTTERMAN:
Now breaking right.

Bring them across me.

I got him!

Marcos, have an ambulance
standing by.

NAVIGATOR: Roger.

He's dead.

It was one hell
of an experiment.

I sure believed in this plane.

He fought for it.

We were all so sure.

What do we got out here anyway?

We must all be crazy.