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You're to evacuate
the island by 0900.

Whatever planes
you can't fly out,
you'll destroy.

And I can find it,
with a little help
from you, sir,

I can find out where
those raiders are coming from.

The Navy's taken over
that problem, Greg,
and you were so informed.

I have a plan, sir.

Boyington, no!

I just want
my squadron back, sir.

Hey!

NEWSREEL NARRATOR: Stung by
recent Allied advances
in the South Pacific,

the Japanese command orders
stepped-up bombing attacks
on the Central Solomons.

Scores of enemy bombers
pound Allied bases

in an attempt to halt
the drive toward Rabaul.

Men and machines work together,

as runways and planes
are quickly repaired,

enabling our fighter pilots
to stay in the air
and thwart the Japanese.

GREG: It was getting harder
to tell who was thwarting who.

Our runway looked like
a piece of Swiss cheese.

It was a trick to get
our planes in the air

without knocking
the landing gears off.

The enemy raiders
weren't just a string of
Washing Machine Charlies.

They were full-fledged
hit-and-run squadrons,

designed to put us
permanently out-of-business.

(SIREN WAILING)

The raids came every day,
and every day the enemy
was at full strength

while we were being
whittled away.

Come on, you guys,
let's move it!
Keep your heads down!

Everyone, upstairs. Fast!

Zeros, heavy!
Get at it, now!

Get the lead out, Bragg!

Here they come again!

Someone pushed their jeep
up the line.

Get that oil out of here
before it explodes.

Let's get out of here!

Move it, you lard butts!
Move it!

Pull them out of here!
Pull them out of the way!
Go! Move!

Here they come now!

Let's get their tail apart!

Hutch.
She ain't ready yet,
Pappy.

What do you need?

Three hands and a miracle!
She's tired and I'm doing
the best I can.

GREG: We were getting whipped
by sheer force of numbers.

We were down to ten planes
that could fly,

and in desperation,
I'd come up with a plan.

We didn't know where
the raiders were coming from.

We'd searched every
island airbase,

trying to find them
and hit them on the ground.

But we'd had no luck.

If they were coming
off of carriers,
the Navy couldn't prove it.

But every night,
they were getting
re-supplied, somewhere.

And it looked like the
only hope we had

was to find their base
and knock it out.

Jim says they're starting
to break off.

Get your plane.

Hutch, we gotta leave!

I got one more thing to do.
You start her off, I'll meet
you on the flight line!

Right!

What do you need?

Greg's canopy's jammed!
I need a crowbar or something.

GREG: My plan wasn't
anything elaborate.

I held back two Corsairs
till the raiders were on
their way home.

They would be low on fuel
and exhausted.

They had to head for their base.

And if I kept them
just within sight,
I'd know where it was.

It's off the track, Pappy!

All right! She'd be okay!
Thanks, Hutch!

Zeroes, Pappy! Get out!

Hutch! Hutch!

Corpsman! Corpsman!

Corpsman!

No!

Why? No!

GREG: I didn't find out what
had happened to Hutch
till I got back on the ground.

I don't think it would
have made any difference
in what happened,

but maybe it was better
I didn't know.

I can barely see 'em, Pappy.

Let's fire one and see
if we can keep up with them.

It's getting dark awful fast.

Greg, what happens
when we lose the light?

GREG: On top of everything
else, our luck was lousy.

Twenty minutes more daylight
and the raiders would
have been dry on fuel.

I was tempted to stay
in the air, go high

and look for some kind
of landing lights
on the islands below us,

then dead reckon back
to la Cava in the darkness.

If I'd known about Hutch,
I probably would have
done it,

and we might not have
made it back.

It's another round we lost.
Let's go home.

What are the damages?

Greg, well, generators gone
and so is the fuel dump.

We're out of business.

I'll decide that.

Some cackler from the rear
area flew in after you left.
He's got orders.

I'm sure he does.

Where is he?

He's briefing your boys
in the Sheep Pen.

Major.

Yup.

Hutch got hit.

It was that last Zero.

He was dead before
he hit the ground.

Those pilots whose planes
are inoperable will fly
out on the morning transport.

Bring all your personal
effects, limited to one
Val-Pac and one duffel bag.

Pappy, did you find it?
No.

Major Boyington?
Captain Tony Spiller

from Colonel McCrae's office
at Wing Operations.

We're moving 214
to Espritos Marcos, sir.

Boyle, want a beer?
Yeah.

I'll give you the SOP, Major.

Let's see.
When do we go island
hopping backwards?

You're to evacuate
the island by 0900.

Whatever planes
you can't fly out,
you'll destroy.

Whatever land vehicles
are still in operation,
you're to blow up.

Any parts or equipment
the enemy might take
advantage of, you'll destroy.

Tojos won't have to bomb
us anymore, his boys are gonna
blow the joint up for him.

Two transports will arrive
at 0800 to pick up

your remaining pilots
and maintenance personnel.

Wing operations sees
no feasibility in defending
the island at this time.

This is a
strategic relocation.
It's temporary, of course.

Shut up.
What?

I said shut up.

Major, have you taken a look
at your base? I have.

The fuel dump's exploded,
the runway's shut,
you're out of spare parts,

the hospital's been evacuated,
all your generators
are gone,

you've only got eight planes
in the air.

I got 10 planes in the air.

Eight or 10, what's it matter?

I'm not in the mood
to explain it to you.

I'm just a courier, Major.
I had nothing personally
to do with this decision.

Then don't try
and sell me on it.

You take your rear area rhetoric

back to Wing Operations
and you leave it there.

There's one more thing, Major.

The body of one
of your mechanics,
you should bury him here.

He's going back with us.

These transports
will be overloaded, Major.

The boy is going back with us.
He's going to be buried
at home.

My orders say
that all dead personal...

I don't dive a damn
about your orders!

Now get out of here.

He was good, too damn young,
but he was good.

Sarge.
They're all too damn young.

I got work to do.
Hey, do me a favor,
will you?

Will you bury him
in his uniform?

It's a Black Sheep,
we're coming back.

You gotta be kidding.

(CROWD DISCUSSING)

Will everyone try
and hold it down?

Just eat crow, Sarge,
and tell me just what this is
supposed to be all about?

Callermen.

Do you know what
this squadron's all about?
I never heard of it.

Hey, Polk! Polk!
Look at this.

Control tower!
Me, too!

Graveyard shift?
Yeah!

The Bugler?
What is that, Sarge?

The camp paper.

The camp newspaper.
Now I'm gonna be a newsboy.

Rendova! Hey these orders
are permanent!

Hey, Polk,
will you listen to me?

What is your name, Lieutenant?

Beanbag.
Lieutenant Barney Beanbag.

Let me ask you a question.
Have you ever worked in air
traffic before in your life?

I never worked at night before.

One of you guys
tell me what this is
all about, please.

It's the Butterball Patrol!
The what?

Physical training, Chubblips.
Somebody has decided
you gotta loose some weight.

No more beer, Jerry!

The Butterball Patrol!

What'd you got?
Come on now!

The control tower?

Assigned to
Colonel Lard's office.

That's good,
you're gonna be Lard's aide.
That's a good job for you.

These orders are permanent!

Ten-Hut!
What're you doing?

Permanently reassigned
to the 1 79 on Rendova.

There's some kind of mistake.

(CROWD ARGUING)

Major, here are your orders.
My orders.

Will you get these men
out of here.
I know they're upset

that their unit's
being broken up,
but there's nothing I can do.

You too.

Hey, Pappy!

Hey, you got to do something
about this!

Will you listen to me!
No, Captain!
You listen to me.

Now you get yourself together
because you're just about

a gnat's hair away
from being court marshaled.

Colonel!

Save your breath, Boyington.
I know what you're going
to say,

I already argued
the point with Wing and lost.
The orders stand.

You argued the point, sir?

Yes, I did!
You'd think I want
that pirate band of yours

running loose here
on Espritos Marcos!

Boyington, I was in favor
of keeping the 214 intact
and under your command!

Colonel...
Boyington!

This is not the time to argue
up the fate of the 214.

We're having our tails
whipped out here.

We're being pushed all the way
back to Pearl Harbor.

And the Marine Air Wing
is taking the blame for it.

The High Command has
already pulled us off
four forward bases

and they've assigned
the Navy to patrol
the Slot from carriers.

The Navy!

Sir, I've been assigned
as a flight instructor.

Well, I sympathize with you,
Boyington, but it's temporary.

I'm a combat pilot, sir.

And right now we don't have
any combat assignments.

It was all I could do to keep
the 1 79 together on Rendova,

flying aerial
reconnaissance missions,
what do you think of that?

Sir, you can't like this
anymore that I do.

The enemy has kicked us
in the butt,

and the Navy
has slapped us in the face.

And it is temporary.

I have a plan, sir.
But I'm going to need
your help.

What kind of a plan?

There are at least two
full squadrons operating
out of this ocean.

They're not coming from Rabaul
and they are not coming
from Bougainville.

And we know that
it's the Navy's job
to find them.

But sir, if we can knock
them out first,

the Marines can take
the credit, sir.

Boyington, I can't operate
that way, you know that,
I've told you before.

I follow orders.

Now this is a
temporary situation.

Listen, the 214 might possibly
be reconstituted anyway,

assuming any of you can stay
out of the brig for
twenty-four hours at a time.

Colonel, this is a personal
thing with me.

Boyington, no!
Now my job is to do
exactly what I'm doing,

and your job is to train us
some new pilots!

And let me tell you something,
we need them,
we are losing this war.

That's right and
we're losing it right here!

GREG: There was an old Corp
tradition, when a Marine tucks
his tie in,

it was a sign of defeat.
And a sure way
to start a fight.

Take it out.
I said take it out, Captain!

Or I'm going to forget
about these three stripes
and my 15 years!

We're beat, Sergeant.
Let's admit it. Finished.

I'm gonna tuck yours in for you.

Hey! You got a real sick
sense of humor there, pal.

Now take it out.

Why don't you
take it out for me, partner?

(CROWD TALKING)

Sergeant, escort this officer
out of here, will you, please?

Didn't last 24 minutes.

Major, I'll give you
30 seconds to clear
this room

or I'll have every MP
on the base up here.

Lets go, you guys.
Pappy!

Come on, Pappy.
Come on, Pappy, how come?
Let's go.

Hey, Pappy, why do we
have to take this?

What was that all about?

These details, they stink!

Duties like this that got me
into trouble
in the first place.

Do we really have to follow
these jokers assignments?

What do you want
me to do, Bragg?
Hold your hands

when things get a little rough?

Maybe you guys've had it
soft for too long.

Just stay out of trouble.
I'm working on a plan.

When it comes together,
I'll need you.

If I can't find you,
I'll get some other guys
who can stay out of trouble.

Got it?

Yeah.
Yes, sir.

Trust me.
I got a plan.

Yes, sir.

How'd you get in here?

I figured you need
a little guidance
and spiritual counseling.

Bless me, Reverend,
for I have sinned grievously.

Look, I talked to Lard.
He said he can get you
outta here

if you're willing to take
the Rendova assignment.

Think I'll just stay put,
Greg, if you don't mind.

You like it under hack?

The Major who runs the 1 79,
I've flown with him before.

No two people ever got along
quite so bad as we used to.

Can you see me trying to
get along with
some bandbox officer

who calls inspection
every morning before a
mission?

I'm going some place
where I know
I'm not going to fit in.

You don't know that.

You're just caught up
in the idea that you can't
get along with anybody else.

You through
handing out advice, Doc?

(LAUGHING)

I'll send you my bill
in the mail.

Hold onto this for me.

Classified?
What is it?

Some recon photos
I borrowed from S-2.

And, Jim,

I'm glad you decided
to stay here.

I'm going to need your room.

(LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

It's been an honor, Pappy.

We'll be getting together.

I should have a leave coming
up sooner or later,
I'll see you then.

That's not what I meant.

(LAUGHING)

Flight instructor.

Hey, Larry.
I got to show you something.

Sorry, T.J. I'm busy.

I want you to see
what I put in
today's newspaper.

I don't have time.

Look on page three.

Are you deaf?
I don't have the time
right now, T.J.!

Lard's sure didn't take long
to get to you, did he?

I just have one more report
to finish before
I can take a break.

Then I'll look at it.

Okay,
I'll leave you one, then.
Casey!

Yes, sir?

Who was in here?

Just the guy who delivers
the base newspaper, sir.

Get these off to Comm
South Pac right away.

And let's get going
on those reports.

Yes, sir.

Casey!

Yes, sir!

Who's responsible for this!

Must be
a typographical error, sir.

Get over to
the newspaper office.

I don't want these circulated
all over the island.

What about the reports, sir?

I said move, Lieutenant.

Move!
Yes, sir!

(PHONE RINGING)

"Navy unveils
new model blimp."

The first thing you guys
are gonna learn how to do
is operate as a unit,

leader and wingman.

We never fly alone
against Zekes.

And why is that, sir?

Good question.

Suppose you answer it.

Because the Zero can
out-maneuver the Corsair.

If we fly in pairs,
we can neutralize
that advantage.

That's right,
word for word
out of the book.

Now that we all know
you can read, Lieutenant,

let's see if
you know how to fly.

Mount up.
Meet at angels five.

Mind if I ask you
another question, Major?

Go ahead.

Twenty kills and you're
a flight instructor.

How come, sir?

I guess somebody figured
I must've learned something
up there.

What's your name?

Hopkins, sir.

Get in your aircraft.

I'll bet half of those
were ground kills...

Don't do it.

You'd lose.

I'd like a chance to show you
what I can do, sir.

I was first in my class
in flight school.

I was hoping
for a quick assignment.

You may still get it.

I'm not sure this is worth
getting out of duty.

Are you sure it'll work?

I am positive its going to work.

I did it in OCS and college.

I think I really am sick.

Look, it'll wear off
in a few hours.
It's only quinine.

What if you had malaria?

I think I do.

Relax.
It's better than working.

It is?
Yes.

Come on. Nurse!

GREG: Tighten up, you guys.

It's an airplane,
not a carnival ride.

It does what you tell it to do.

Come on, tighten up.

GREG:
No combat pilot likes to be
removed from combat duty.

When it happened to me,
I was mad.

I guess Colonel Lard was right.

Somebody had to train these
guys because the way they were
coming out of flight school

a half dead crop duster with
a slingshot could have
knocked them out of the sky.

Somebody had to drill
some savvy into them or they
weren't gonna last very long.

GREG ON RADIO:
All the pups are in,
Tower One.

TOWER: Roger.
You're cleared to land, Major.

Negative, Tower One.
I'll be back in
about two hours.

But, sir,
I've got no orders for you.

Don't worry, Tower One.
Everything's in channels.

You should be getting
clearance any minute now.

TOWER: Major,
I said you can't leave.

Major, you come back here.

What do you think this is, Greg,

your private air force?
No, sir.

Then what were you doing
up there for two hours?

And don't tell me
you needed some fresh air!

I was flying reconnaissance.

There's an enemy airbase
on one of these islands,

and I want to find it.
Sir, I've got an idea.
With a little help from you,

I can find out where
those raiders are coming from.

The Navy's taken over that
problem, as you were informed.

Have they come up
with anything, sir?
No.

Probably too busy getting
seasick in their helmets.

Whatever they're doing,
it's no concern of yours.

I've got a score to settle, sir,

for the Black Sheep
and for a boy who was
a friend of mine.

Greg, you don't fight
a war like that,
and you know it.

You could be blowing
your one chance to get
your squadron reformed.

Which reminds me...

At least you're all up to form.

Gutterman has been
confined to quarters.

Bragg has somehow managed
to gain three pounds in
the PT squadron.

Boyle and Anderson
have made sick call
three days in a row.

And you're flying
unauthorized missions.

Permanent reassignments
will be coming down the pipe
for all of you any time now.

I was going to
stall the orders.
Now I'm not so sure I can.

Sir, I want one more crack
at those raiders.

I want the Marines
to put 'em out of business.

It's out of our hands, Greg!

Then what you're saying is,
we really got whipped.

You said you have a plan?

It's an idea, sir.

See, I snuck into S-2...

I don't want to hear it.
If I knew what it was,
I wouldn't sleep tonight.

I'll try to clear a
couple of days, Greg.
That's the best I can do.

Now get out of here.

Thank you, sir.

General,

could you give me S-2 clearance?

Out!

(RADIO SIGNAL OSCILLATING)

Hey, Jimbo, how're you doing?

Nobody told me
I was having a party.

Pap told us to meet here.

How'd you get
past the guard?
Take a look.

Hey, guard!
Anderson,
you look magnificent.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

I suppose you brought me
a case of malaria?

I'm dying.

You see today's paper?

The war over?

Come on, this is a good one.

I work as a typesetter,
so I put this item
into the social column.

"Belly dancing classes
taught by Colonel Lard."

(LAUGHING)

T.J., you promised me
you were going to
knock that off.

Sorry I'm late, guys.

I had to break into S-2.

Jim, where are
those photos I gave?

Right here.

These are the islands where
Boyle and I lost those Zekes.

There aren't
any air strips
on those islands.

There aren't any coast watchers.

These islands are supposed
to be uninhabited,

but look at this.

About five months ago,
the enemy did a lot of
shipping in this area.

S-2 thought they were
trying to build an airfield,

but they couldn't find it
for that matter.

They couldn't find anything.

So they cut off all but
limited reconnaissance.

(GREG EXHALING)
But you think
there's a base there?

I'd bet my next
four paychecks on it.

BRAGG: Which island's it on?

I don't know that yet.

Greg, there's over
a dozen of 'em.

It could take months
to pinpoint.
Trust me, will ya?

I've got a plan.
If it works,

I'll know which island it
is in a day or two,

and you guys can
help.
How?

You can quit screwing around.

We've all got permanent orders
coming down the pipe.

They're here!

(MEN LAUGHING)
I got 'em sent to
New Caledonia by mistake,

but it won't take long
for them to get back.

Now, I want everybody ready
to meet again
when I give the word.

And remember,
we'll only get
one chance at this.

If we blow it, that's it.

Otherwise you can forget
214 forever.

So quit screwing around.

Get rid of that stuff.

(MEN CHATTERING)

GREG: You guys aren't doing
too bad today.

Let's break off into pairs.

Leaders, try and give
your wing-men some decent
patterns to follow.

And Hopkins...

Anything you say, Major.

GREG: The rest of you guys,
watch this.

Let's play a game, Hopkins.

Pretend I'm a Zero and
you've got me in your sights.

Bear down and let me know
you're there.

Where are you, Hopkins?

I'm an enemy ace
and I'm bearing down on you.
Do something!

I can't see you!

In the sun, buddy-boy.

HOPKINS: I'm blinded!

You're not blind, you're dead.

GREG: Use your thumb
to block out the sun.

See the tips of my wings?

Yeah!

Too late.

If I were that enemy ace,
you'd be flamed right now.

Now the rest of
you meatheads try it.

And try not to
bump into each other.

GREG: I was flying
my second photo mission.

I had to do it at a certain
time of day to see
if my theory was right.

The islands I was
interested in were so quiet,

it was easy to
forget about the war.

Then three Zekes came along
and reminded me.

With one of my gun ports
holding a camera instead of
a 50 caliber,

I wasn't in the mood for it.

The three pilots were good.

They knew
if they cat-and-moused me
long enough, they'd have me.

And I knew it, too.

All of a sudden,
the odds changed.

I didn't know how it happened,
and right then I didn't care.

I let the third one go
and looked around
for the cavalry.

I don't know where
you came from, friend,
but I owe you one.

Just confirm the kill for me,
Pappy.

HOPKINS: Number one.

Hopkins?

GREG: What the hell
are you doing here?

HOPKINS:
Major Boyington was explaining

the advantages of the radial
air cooled engine to me, sir.

We were doing the kind of
maneuvers you can't perform
on an in-line unit

because of excessive stalling
at high drops or sharp rates
of climb.

We needed a little air space
to accomplish this.

And you happened
to stray 150 miles
over enemy waters.

Well, sir...

Go on, Lieutenant.

Colonel, we should be
honest with you.

Hopkins is my best trainee.

He wanted some
advance instruction
in combat maneuvers,

so I gave him some.

And came back with
50 rounds in your aircraft.

I can't say
I expected a fight, sir,

but under the circumstances,
I'd say the lesson
was a success.

Yes.
It was a success.

You might think of it as
on-the-job training, sir.

Get out!

Sergeant, are you
listening to me?

You ain't my superior officer
anymore, Major.

You gonna be a truck jockey
for the rest of your life?

An engine's an engine.

Sarge if we pull this off,
we may get our island back.

An island's an island.

I'm gonna need 10 500 pounders,

full loads of ammo,

and our tanks dropped off.

(GROANING)
It can't be done.

(SIGHING)

You're just lucky for one thing.

What?

I hate trucks.

(MEN CHATTERING)

MAN: How long are we
gonna be waiting for?

MAN 2: We shouldn't be
making noise.

There he is.

MAN 3: How'd ya get back?

The base commander had
a little thing goin'
with one of the nurses.

How was I supposed to know
I was cutting into his action?

Anyway, he transferred me out,
fast.

Okay, let's get to work.
We don't have much time.

Tell me the difference
between the areas circled
in each photograph.

Between the first and second,
it's easy.

In the first there's a clearing,

while in the same area
on the second,
there's foliage.

The first photo was taken
by S-2 over a year ago

before any of that Japanese
shipping activity took place.

The second was taken by me
on my first recon run.

Time of day was 1600 hours.

Now this third one
was taken yesterday.

Time of day was 1000 hours.

Different times of the day
and the shadows haven't moved.

It's gotta be.
It's a mighty big area.

It's more than big.
It's deep.

It's camouflage!
An underground installation,

same principal as
below decks on a carrier.

The runway's gotta be
beneath the camouflage.

Let's hit it!

Sure, Boyle.
There's only one problem:
no airplanes.

Leave that to me.

Here's what you guys gotta do.

GREG: From months
of experience,
I'd learned

that the Black Sheep
were absolutely no good
at backbreaking work.

So I enlisted the help
of my pilot trainees.

If your plan don't work, Major,

just forget where these
500 pounders
came from.

They're dummies, right?
Unless somebody made a mistake
somewhere.

Don't worry about it.

All right, you guys!

I want each of you to mount
one of these dummies
on your plane.

This is just a drill,

but treat these dummies
like the real thing.

Now, any man that
makes a mistake
is going to get grounded

and washed out.
Is that clear?

All right, let's get going.

They're a little heavy.

To make 'em more like
the real thing,
you understand.

Well, come on, you guys!
Move 'em!
Here, let me help you.

That's the way.

We're gonna be late.
I think I gotta throw up.

How you doin', Cosmo?

All the newspapers are here.
You know the route.

Yeah.

Okay, here's your $10.
Thanks very much.

Hey, you said 20.

Oh, yeah,
your IOU from
last night's game.

I won it after you dropped out.

Thanks very much.

My best to the guys
in the newspaper business!

May I take a break, sir?

A break?
Yes, sir.

Be back in 30 minutes.

Yes, sir.

MAN: Hut! Hut! Hut!

And halt!

All right, men.

Sir. I was wondering
if I could go another
mile today.

Looks like you're starting
to get into the swing of it,
Bragg.

Good for you.

You've inspired me, sir.

All right, the rest
of you men this way.

Taking him to Wing Command, huh?

This guy must really
have it coming.

Yes, he is.

Captain Gutterman.

Captain, we've got to move.

This is it, huh.

He's all yours.
Thank you very much,
shall we?

These sure are heavy
for just being dummies.

Just be careful, Hopkins.

Hey, Major, what's this thing?

You know what that is,
Hopkins? That's the fuse. lf l
were you, I wouldn't touch it.

All right, you guys.

You men have been
working pretty hard. Tell you
what, we can do it tomorrow.

Why don't all of you take
the afternoon off?

Just don't tell anybody
I let you go, okay?

Hey, you guys, come on!

Come on!

How do we know
these green-bellies did
the job right?

They did it right.
Let's go.

Come on, Boyle!

I thought you were gonna
lay off the quinine.

I did.
Now I'm really sick.

Can you fly?

I don't know.
Major.

I'm volunteering for
a little more OJT.

I'm not gonna report you.
And if the Lieutenant here's
too sick to fly...

I can fly!
I think I'm ready,
Major.

I said I could fly!
Who is this guy anyway,
Greg?

He's a natural Black Sheep.
You better watch out
for him, Boyle.

Now, get in your aircraft.

Thanks anyway, Hopkins,
maybe next time.

Hey, you meatheads.
Form up on me.

Gutterman, bring up the rear.

GREG: I want to see
a diamond pattern,
so place your bombs carefully.

If we don't hit the fuel dump,
all that's gonna happen
here is,

Tojo has to put up
a new netting.

And we won't get
a second chance.

Come on, blow, baby, blow!

There's gotta be a fuel dump
down there somewhere.

Whoo-wee!

You got it, Jim!

That a way, eagle eye!

Outstanding, James!

Hey!

PILOT: Nice drop, Jim.
You get the turkey.

LARD: General,
I had nothing
to do with this!

I gave Boyington clear
and direct orders, Colonel.

I've got orders here with
your signature,
authorizing the mission.

It's a forgery!
I never signed this!

I've been framed!

I demand a hearing!

This is preposterous!
I refuse to take
the responsibility.

(CLEARING THROAT)

I believe you, Colonel.
I'll see to it you're not
connected with the incident.

And those who were will get
what's coming to them.

Thank you, sir.

The mission was confirmed,
by the way.

Wing Command's pleased
as hell about it.

They are?

There's talk of
a Navy Cross in it.

Navy Cross?

However,
since the mission's
unauthorized

and you're filing charges
against Boyington,

I don't know who they'll
be able to give it to.

We should probably forget
the whole thing.

Why'd you do this to me,
Boyington?

What do you want from me?

I just want my squadron back,
sir.

Are we going to re-activate
Vella la Cava?

I'm recommending it.

All right, Boyington,
if it is reactivated,

I will put your squadron
back together for you.

Now that I look at this, sir,

I think it is mine, after all...

I did sign this paper.

I did sign it.

(ALL LAUGHING)

GREG: Gutterman and I were
heading back to Vella la Cava

to re-establish our base.

The rest of the Black Sheep
would be following in the
morning

once their orders were cut.

The sunset that evening
was one of the most beautiful
I'd ever seen.

My engine droned
and the red gold
danced on the wingtips.

We were going home
but we were one man short.

John David Hutchinson,
Mechanic.
Flint, Michigan.