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You got some trouble.

You take your best shot,
Harachi.

He's back and he found me
in your aircraft
and it wouldn't perform.

We're under attack!

I ain't flying.

I think we're in trouble.
What?

Those are Zekes.

GREG: Black Sheep Six!

I got Zekes all over me.

GUTTERMAN:
What are you flying?

An airplane, you idiot!

GREG: Micklin!
Let go of the stick!

GREG:
Bad luck is a funny thing.
Usually when it comes,

it comes in bunches.

When you're due for a run
of trouble about all you
can do is cover your chin

and wait till your luck changes.

Unfortunately,
on this particular day

I didn't know I was due.

GUTTERMAN: Greg,
you're having trouble?

I know it, Jim.

Could be a blocked fuel line.

Maybe if I goose it,
it'll clear up.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Any luck?
Negative.

I'm gonna back off
and bring it in easy.

The rest of you guys, go ahead.

I'll stay back with you, Greg.

Forget it, go home.
Nothing to worry about.

It should clear up
in a few minutes.

Roger.

GREG:
It was the third time this had
happened to me in a week.

And I was getting tired of it.

If I hadn't been
over friendly waters,

I would've had one of the guys
hang back with me.

But we were so close to home,
I didn't see the need for it.

I didn't figure
to run into Zeros.

I figured I'd better find
out what was wrong.

(ALL CHATTERING)

MICKLIN:
Where's Boyington?

He had engine trouble, Sarge.
He ought to be back
in half an hour.

GREG: Vella La Cava,

this is Black Sheep Six,
Vella La Cava,

this is Black Sheep Six, over.

This is Black Sheep Six
to Vella La Cava.

GREG: I was still out
of radio range.

I was starting to reach
for the shark repellent

and then my luck
really turned bad.

HARACHI:
Hey, Boyington that you?

I hear your radio, Boyington.
Where you hiding?

GREG: I recognized the voice.
It was Tomio Harachi.

He had downed
12 of our planes
and killed five of our pilots.

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

Hey, Boyington, that you?

How you been, rice ball?
You dried off yet?

You got some trouble.

I give you more maybe now.

What you think?
You ready to go swimming?

Take your best shot, Harachi.

You know, Boyington,
you put me in water,

but I say what the heaven,
I get later.

You ready?

What's the matter, rice ball?
Did you forget
where your guns are?

Hate to shoot you
when your plane don't fly.

Hey, Boyington, you fix.

I get you later.

I wouldn't cash any tickets
if I were you, Harachi.

Sayonara, Boyington.
See you later.

My hands were shaking.
Harachi had me.

It was only a respect between
us built up over months of
fighting that saved my life.

I'll take it any way it comes.

(CHATTERING)

Let's go T.J.

Hey, time out.

Spit balls are illegal.

Step in there, fat boy.

I'm gonna blow you down!

You spit on that ball again,

I'm gonna ring your bell.

You're gonna ring my bell?
Yeah!

Stop spitting on the ball.

All you do is get it gooey.

MAN 1: Play ball!
MAN 2: Let's play ball!

Transport's coming in.

This man's out on
a technicality!

What might that be?

Refusal to step
into the batter's box.

PILOT: Clear the field!
I'm coming in!

Somebody tell those morons
to get off the runway!

We better get off the runway.

Where'd he come from!

Let's go, Don.

T.J.: Play ball everybody up.

You're out of this game.
I'm gonna go back.

Play ball everybody up.

Strike three!
You're out!

Hit the bench, fatso!

French, you're out.
Get out of my way.

No, you're out.

That man is out!

Thanks.

I hate this stop.
If it ain't the ball game,
they're having jeep races.

Like to crack up every time.

Here, give these
morons the mail.

Morons?

They have the best record
of any fighter squadron
in the South Pacific.

They're a crack unit.

I suppose
that's some kind of new
close-order drill, right?

(MEN GRUNTING)

PILOT: Request permission
to take off.

Would you get
those men off the field?

All right.
I'm taking off anyway!

MAN: Here's the mail.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Major Boyington.

He'll be coming in
any minute now.

I'm Floyd Matson.
I mean, Captain Matson.
I keep forgetting.

Just been in a couple of weeks.

How you doing, Floyd?
Good.

I've been attached
to your squadron
for a couple of days.

I'm a micro specific
engineer in time and motion,

kind of what you'd call
an efficiency expert.

You play baseball, Floyd?
Huh?

Greg's coming in!

Any trouble?
Yeah. Where's Micklin?

I don't know.
What happened?

I got bad news for you.

Harachi's back.

What are you talking about?

T.J. flamed him.
He was a goner.

I ran into him up there,
and me with a sick engine.

I'm gonna find Micklin.

Hey, wait a minute, Greg.

Greg, there's gotta be
some mistake.

Harachi's dead.

I got his obituary
hanging in my tent.

You better read it again.

It probably says
they fished him out.

You sure it was him?

(IN JAPANESE ACCENT)
I get you later, Boyington.

You fix plane, I get you later.

It's him.

And he thinks I was the one
who splashed him.

Now he wants to even up.

You didn't tell him it was me?

I told him.
He didn't believe me.

That's not funny.

Greg, let's not kid around
about a thing like this.

If that gumbo's out to get me
I want to know.

Relax, he wants me.

You guys stay here.

I gotta do some business
with Micklin.

You gonna flatten him, Greg?

It's between the two of us,
and we don't need an audience.

Come on.

Don't worry about Micklin.

Excuse me.

What did I hear him say
an enemy pilot let him go?

It's a long story, Floyd.

They're kind of like
pen pals on the radio.

Pen pals?

Major!

Better give him a few minutes.

He's gonna go beat up
on the maintenance chief.

Play ball!

Get this man a mitt!

You're in center field, Floyd.

Play ball!

Hey, I'm back.

Wake up.

I heard you.
Then get on your feet.

You looking to get buried
under your hat, Major?

I was up all night
working on your airplane.

That's very reassuring.

Too bad it didn't work.

You remember Harachi, Micklin?

He's back and he found me
in your airplane
that wouldn't fly.

You back off a little.

I don't like it when
officers breathe on me
like you're doing.

Is that a fact?
Yeah.

To begin with,
it ain't an airplane.

It is a collection
of nuts and bolts that's
been flying in formation.

I don't know what Hutch
was doing with that thing,

but I pulled the cowling
on it last night,

and you got enough
mess equipment in there
to open a restaurant.

You know something, Micklin?

What?

You got a lousy attitude.

That's what your
executive officer told me.

Now what was you planning
to do about it?

I'll be damned!

Somebody get some water!
Micklin's out cold!

MAN 1: Hey, Pappy did it!

MAN 2: Micklin's out cold.

GREG: Get out there, meatball.

MAN: What happened?

GREG: I was trying to cut him
down to size

and he went out.

Way to go, Greg!

It wasn't even a fight.

I sucker punched him.

We better get him
over to the hospital.

Ain't no crummy major alive
can put me in the hospital.

Welcome back, Sarge.

What'd you hit me with?

It's a kind of life-long habit.

I usually try and get
one good cheap one
at the beginning.

You just bought yourself some
life-long trouble, mister.

You give me a day
to shake out the cobwebs
then I'll be looking for you.

Wait a minute.

Look, I said I'm sorry.

That's twice you hit me
when I wasn't looking.

It ain't ever gonna happen
again! Give me a hand.

(ALL CHATTERING)

So I was commissioned
to make this study
and prepare a report

for the Marine Corps
and the War Department.

First I read all the manuals.

And now you're gonna
check out our efficiency,
huh, Floyd?

No. Maybe
you misunderstood, Major.

Would you like a drink?
Oh, yes.

Your unit has the best record

of air victories
in this entire theater.

And what I'm doing is
studying the way you do it

and making recommendations

to the Corps on why
this unit is so hot.

High Command wants to know
what you do different so
they can adopt your methods.

Whose idea was this?

General Harrison Kenlay's
in Washington.

Oh, just some general's, huh?

I beg your pardon, sir?

You got it, Floyd.

Is something wrong?

No, this general must have
got some bad shell fish.

It's hard to think when
you're running a fever.

It's really quite
a compliment to you
and your squadron.

And it's gonna be
a real eye-opener for you.

Hey, Greg, I was just down
with the mechanics.

Micklin's gone off and
they say he ain't gonna work
on your plane anymore.

What are you going
to do about it?

GREG: All of a sudden,
I was feeling tired.

It wasn't enough Harachi
was back,

I had my maintenance
chief ready to kill me.

And some bozo from Washington
watching my moves.

I needed some relief.

I want to think about it.

Hey, Pappy.

Hey, what're you doing?

I'm trying to translate
this article.

I just assumed
it said he was dead.

I should have checked it out.

Can I ask you some questions?

All right.

How long have you
been with this unit?

About seven months.

Do you run into the same
problems with the mechanics?

I get along with him real good.

Do you have to do anything
special to get him
to work on your plane.

No, I get along with him.
He's a lovely chap.

I think that says
he was rescued.

You know, this stuff goes up
and down and backwards?

You're crazy.

The guy's 21 years old
and he's got 32 kills!

MAN: Who wants to go out?
We do.

We've got a keg of beer
some Navy guys
left at the hospital.

You guys want to
help us drink it?

Shall we help out
these ladies, or not?

Well, no.

Let's take a vote!

I've got a lot of work.

When you make up your minds,
let us know.

WOMAN: We can always
get the mechanics.

MAN 1: You ready?
MAN 2: Yeah.

Come on.
You go ahead.

You staying?
Take the radio for me.

Thank you.

I'm stuck with the radio
and Harachi.

Major, have you got
a few minutes?

There are some questions
I'd like to ask you.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Washington they told me
you run a pretty tight ship.

Yet I see...
Can I offer you a drink?

Oh, sure.

And I've noticed the
discipline in your unit's
a little looser than usual.

I can't even find the manual.

The manual?

It's a requirement
on my part
as the commanding officer

that all my pilots
memorize the manual.

They've got it right there.

My doggie has memorized
the manual.

Then why is there
a discipline problem?

Greg, you won't believe this.

I got Harachi on the radio.

Come on.

I promised you
a real eye-opener.

Come on.
He's on the radio.

HARACHI: Hey, Boyington,
you got your plane fixed?

Hey, Boyington.
You down there?
You hiding?

How you doing, rice ball?

Hey, Boyington,
I'm over the lagoon.

You wanna come up and play?

T.J.: You can hardly walk.

My plane won't fly.

You got other planes.

I think you got no guts,
Boyington.

You Marine afraid of Tommy?

Just one little rice ball?
You coming, Boyington?

This is embarrassing.

Harachi, I'm drunk.

You drunk.
Your plane no fly.

I say you chicken, Boyington.

I get you anyway, Boyington!

Maybe I get you on the ground!

We're under attack!

What do you think he was doing?

Could have hurt us.

Okay, rice ball,
you asked for it.

I'll meet you
tomorrow afternoon,
4:00 over the Slot.

Just you and me.

Okay, Boyington.
I be there.

What am I supposed to do?
He's calling me out.

GREG: It was a good thing
I'd been drinking.

Otherwise I wouldn't have
gotten to sleep that night.

Harachi had buffaloed me
into fighting him one-on-one.

But what the heaven,
my honor was at stake.

The Slot wasn't big enough
for both of us.

(ALL CHEERING)

Stop with the darts.

I'm not going to hit you.

Any of you guys feel sick?

I think there was something
wrong with breakfast.
My gut's acting up.

You think we'll run into
Harachi today?

I wouldn't mind
running into him.

I'd hate to be
the one to get him again.

One of you guys ought to
take a crack at him.

It's all in the mind.
You know, he's not that tough.

FLOYD:
Good morning, gentlemen.

Does he mean us?

How you doing, Floyd?
Sleep all right?

I think my mosquito netting's
got a hole in it.

Did I miss reveille?

It's after 7:00.
I mean 0700.

I hope I'm gonna be able
to fly this morning.

What are you worried about?

Greg's the one Harachi wants.

Don't kid yourself.
That guy's murder in the air.

Maybe he wants Pappy,

but he'd sure settle
for flaming one of us
on the side.

I guess you guys probably
talk like this before
every mission, right?

Kind of kid around,
make jokes,
keep the tension down?

Nobody's making jokes, Floyd.

This guy Harachi's personally
flamed eight Black Sheep,

me and Boyle included.

We're all
a little scared of him.

Oh, come on, you guys
are pulling my leg.

The American combat pilot's
better trained
than the Japanese,

has better eyesight
and a superior aircraft.

You've been watching
those War Department
propaganda films.

Why do you think Greg
wouldn't go up
against him yesterday?

Now wait a minute,
Pappy was drunk.

That's right!
Pappy's not afraid of him,

and neither am l.

It's just you know how
some guys, if you hit them,
they go berserk?

See red, can't feel a thing?

You can get hurt fighting
a guy like that.

Maybe in a week or so,
after Harachi's calmed down...

Harachi's not gonna be around
next week.

Pappy's gonna flame him
this afternoon.

I hope so.

GUTTERMAN: Hey, Greg.

Jim, you better take
the mission for me
this morning.

I got things worked out
with Micklin, more or less.

He's gonna fix it?

Long as I help him.

Otherwise,
he's gonna strip it
for spare parts.

Is it gonna be ready
to fly by this afternoon?

I don't know.

Don't you remember?

Did I really tell Harachi
I'd meet him this afternoon?

4:00.

Listen, Greg, if your plane's
not ready, you can use mine.

It's tight, Greg.
I been taking
real good care of it.

Boyington,

get your butt back over here!

Coming, Sarge.

I got the weather reports
this morning.

You should find
a tail-wind coming home
at 30,000 feet.

Okay.

And take care.

If we run into Harachi,

we'll make sure
nothing happens to him.

MAN: Yeah, we'll save him
for you, Pappy.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

MICKLIN:
You got 380 yet?
340.

340 and the bolt
comes loose, I suppose
that'd be my fault.

(GROANS)

380.
Now do the other three.

Where're you going?

Coffee break.

Major, do you mind if I ask
you a few more questions?

No.

This relationship you have
with your maintenance chief,

is that the way things
normally are in a front area?

I don't know, Floyd.

Do me a favor, will you?

Sure.

Climb up on the ladder
and help me with this.

Just grab hold of it.

You got it?
Yeah.

One of the things
in my report is
the coordination between

pilots and flight crews.

This the way?

You got to change your way.
Put your weight on it.

Frankly, I was expecting
more of an officer-enlisted
man type of relationship.

How am I doing?

Just keep pushing.

Do you find keeping things
on a more or less
equal footing improves

your working relationship
with the Sergeant?

Let me see if I can
explain it to you, Floyd.
I don't like Micklin

and he doesn't like me.

But I need him to keep
my plane flying.

He doesn't need me for anything.

That's why I try and show him
a little respect.

That was good.
Keep the weight on it.

Okay,
you'll tell me when to stop?

I will. Little more pressure.

That's it. 380.

Micklin!

What?

Come on, let's get
this thing finished.

What's the rush, Major?

That rice ball's just gonna
put you and the airplane
under water.

Sarge, I don't need
to hear that kind of
negative attitude out of you.

It ain't no negative attitude.
It's the truth.

Look, I'm asking you nicely.

I been thinking about it.

You want that plane in the air?

Then you're gonna
settle with me.

Ain't nobody around.
We can take care of
it right here.

Sarge, we haven't
got time for that.

I got all the time in the world.

I gotta take on the hottest
pilot in the Slot
this afternoon.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd just as soon not have
to do it with sore ribs.

You're admitting I can take you?

You can't take me, Sergeant,

but you might do a little
damage, that I'll admit.

I'll do more then
a little damage, Major.

I'll fix your face
so you can wear it
inside out.

And I won't use
no sucker punches.

Micklin, you get me up
in the air this afternoon
with an airplane

that's ready for combat,
and when I get back
you'll get your chance.

You ain't coming back
this afternoon.

(GUN FIRING)

GREG: Black Sheep
were flying without me.

We'd been pounding
the airfield on Bougainville
for months.

It was almost routine for us.

Gutterman was in command
while I was trying to get
my airplane fixed.

We're coming up
on angels thirty.

Heading ought to be
three-one-three.

Hey, Gutterman, where's that
tail-wind Greg promised us?

I don't know, Larry.

Why don't you go up to 35,000.

Boyle, you drop down
to 25,000.
See if you can find it.

On my way.

Roger.

Micklin! Check the rudder
cables, will you?

They're all right.
They're loose, damn it!

They're supposed
to be loose, Major.

Not that loose!

You're scared.
The rudder's fine.
Get out of my way.

You ever fly one a these planes?

You kidding?
I'm a mechanic.

You fix a truck,
you test drive it, right?

You fly them, I fix them.

Sergeant!
Sir?

Get a couple of Mae Wests
and take them

over to that S.N.J.

Now wait a minute.

Major.

Thanks.

It goes under your crotch

and buckles back here, Sarge.
Get away from me!

Sorry!

I ain't going up
in this thing. You can
forget it, Boyington.

I'll bust you back to private,
Micklin. I gave you an order.

You can hang your orders
on your ears.
I ain't flying with you.

You afraid of flying, Sarge?

Sonny, you're gonna
watch the rest of this war
from a hospital bed.

Lots of people
are afraid of flying.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.

You're all pale.
Maybe you better sit down.

The day I'm scared of you
or anything you do...

Yeah?
That day ain't never coming.

Good. Then let's go.

All buckled up, Sarge?

Gotta make a head call
or anything.

Let's get this over with!

You're gonna love it.

Put your helmet on.

I got it.

Now put your hand on the stick.

If you want to go down,

push the stick forward.

Try that.

Forward.
Not to the right!

Fun, huh?

I'm down below
a hundred gallons.

Me, too.

Let's try it at 15 angels
and keep it lean.

We may need some reserves
if we run into Zekes.

Now ease
the rudder to starboard.

Now snap it back to portside,
all the way.

You see how slushy that feels?

The cables ought to be tighter.

You gotta tighten
the cables down.

I tell you, there's nothing
wrong with it. It goes
where it's supposed to go.

I'm telling you,
it's too slushy.

Hey. Where are we?

I don't know.

Where's the island?

Back there somewhere.

Those college boys
due back from
the mission anytime soon?

About half an hour.
I think we're in trouble.

What?

I may not fly them,
but I can recognize them.
Those are Zekes.

(GUNS FIRING)

Micklin!
Let go of the stick!

Take your hands off the stick!

Black Sheep Six,
Black Sheep Six.

T.J.: Jim? You hear that?

BO YLE: Sounds like Pappy!
Shut up!

GREG: You read me,
Black Sheep Six?

Greg? Is that you?

Jim! Where are you?

About 15 minutes out of La Cava.

Can you get over here
and bail me out?

I'm somewhere between home
and the Treasury Islands.

I got two Zekes chewing on me.

GUTTERMAN:
What are you flying?
An airplane, you idiot.

Keep away from them, Greg!

We're on our way!

I got 95 pounds of fuel left.
Anybody with less, go home.

I got 110.
Follow me.

(GUNS FIRING)

Boyington, you get us
out of this alive,
I'm gonna kill you!

Here they come!

He's flying a trainer.
That means he's unarmed.

Come on, college boys!

Greg come around to starboard
and head for the deck!

We made it, Sarge!

MAN: Hey, Sarge.

How'd you like it, Sarge?
Pretty exciting up there, huh?

Drinks are on me.

College boys to the rescue,
right, Micklin?

How about that?

That was one we can
tell our grandchildren.

Hey.

(DOG BARKING)

What was that all about?

It's all right.
He hates to fly.

I tightened down your
rudder cables, Major.

I gave it a pre-flight.

She won't act up on you.

Thanks, Andy.

You let anything
happen to that bird,
you'll answer to me.

I've spent too much time
working on it.

T.J.: I been thinking
about the way he flies.

When he rolls to the left,
he almost always
goes into a dive.

That's how he got
behind Gutterman.

I've watched him fly, too.

What I'm trying to say is,
keep on his port side.
I think it disorients him.

Will you leave the man alone?

Just be careful of him,
Greg, all right?

What're you guys
worried about?
I got Tommy's number.

You'll take him easy, Pappy.

You know, I think one of us
ought to go up with you.

You could by flying into a trap.

Listen, this is between
Harachi and me.

He sees more than one Corsair,

he'll run

and I don't want him
flying over this island
tomorrow afternoon saying,

"Come on up, Boyington."

Just don't let him
sucker you, Pappy.

You can always come back
and get him tomorrow.

Will you relax?
I got it covered.

Good luck, Pappy.

See you in a couple of hours.

Give him my best
as he's going down.

Take care, Greg.

Hey, Tommy.

You up here?

Right behind you, Boyington.

Let's get this over with!

(GUN FIRING)

GREG: Harachi had got me.

But I had hoped I could
keep my plane in the air.

I knew he'd try
and finish me off

so I tried
the oldest trick
in the book.

I chopped my power,
went to full flap,
dropped my air speed

and let him overshoot me.
I wasn't finished yet.

You're all through, Tommy.
Hit the drink!

You too, I think, Boyington.

Nothing doing.
I'm gonna nurse it back.

See you in the water, Major.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Black Sheep One
to Vella La Cava.

Black Sheep One
to Vella La Cava.

Black Sheep One,
this is La Cava.
You're loud and clear.

Larry, I'm down.

I'm on the southeast tip
of the Nitaki Island.

Roger, Greg.
I'll contact Air Sea Rescue.

Let's pre-arrange pick-up
points. Over.

1800 hours.

Copy. 1800 hours

off the southeast tip.

If there's a change,
we'll contact you on
this frequency at 1 750.

He got you, huh?

We got each other.

Out.

What was it? 1800 hours
off the southeast tip.
MAN: Yeah.

Hey, rice ball.

You on this rock, Tommy?

(RADIO BUZZING)

Hey, Tommy.

Hey, Tommy.

I'm in tree over
your head, Boyington.

There isn't any tree
over my head.

Tommy, I got you.

Then how come you
sitting in the sand now?

Where are you?

Hey, Boyington.

What you say we go somewhere
on this island, you and me.

I saw a beach on the east end.

I saw it, too.

You bring any rice wine?

You got American chocolate?

Yeah.

Where's the rice wine?

What you think, Boyington?

I think next time,
I'm gonna get you.

My submarine comes after dark.

We will meet again.
Maybe tomorrow.

I had you, you know that?

No, you didn't, Boyington.

This time, no winner.

But one day one of us will win

and the other will be very sad.

NEWSREEL NARRATOR: The Marine
Corps honors its best!

VMF 214, called the Black Sheep,

and under the leadership
of Major Pappy Boyington,

has been named the best
combat squadron in
the Pacific Theater.

With more air victories
to its credit
than any other squadron,

the 214 will be considered
a model unit

for other squadrons
to pattern after.

After extensive study
of the Black Sheep's methods,

the Marine Corps has
reiterated the secrets
of the 214's success.

Discipline, teamwork,

and a spit-and-polish
operation from
beginning to end.

With inspired leadership
and a dedication

to the ideals that have made
the Marine Corps strong,

the Black Sheep have set
an example for fighting men
all over the world

and shown all our soldiers
what it takes to be the best!