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We barely have enough fuel to get home.

Would you like some tea? Sure.

The Japanese may control these islands,

but as long as you've got
your flag and a spot of tea,

there's a little bit of England.

England? England? This is a lakado?

The Japanese could monitor the call.

They're going to know where they are.

The chef's out there because
of me, and I'm responsible.

Let's go.

We are the lakado.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

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...and the airplane.

Better equipped and trained than as foe,

the American fighter pilot is outscoring
the enemy by a ratio of 20 to 1.

But anyone can get lucky, even a zero.

Some of our boys do go down,

so all pilots in the
Pacific carry life rafts,

survival kits, shark
repellent, and handguns.

Once down, every effort
is made by the Gallant boys

in Air C Rescue to pick
up their downed comrades,

even if that means flying
deep into enemy territory.

And so, another American ace
goes back to fight another day.

Fire!

Fire!

It's gonna be around here somewhere.

Well, I told you to pitch and run.

How can I pitch and run with
a two-wood? Check in here.

What are you guys doing?

Uh, did you happen to see a golf ball?

Uh, I heard a splash
up in the water barrel.

She heard a splash in the water barrel.

Did one of you guys yell for?

Yeah, that was French. It's a warning,

so you don't get hit in
the head with a golf ball.

Oh.

Why didn't you just yell,
look out? I don't know.

In golf, they yell
for... Fire! Nance.

You can forget about tonight, Bobby.

I'm Miss Caddy.

And you can forget about
tomorrow night and the night after that

and all the rest of the nights.

I told you, I'm Miss Caddy.
I don't even play golf.

I don't care if I ever see you again.

Oh, Nancey.

Nance, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Nance, Nancey, explain.

I... I... I lost my golf ball.

I'll bet you did. Get out. Now.

Well, the thing had a cut in it anyway.
It's all right.

And if I catch you around here
one more time, I'm gonna lose

all your medical records and
give you all your shots again.

Well, there really was a ball up there.
I heard it's a flash.

Happy. Ship's dead ahead.

All right, one pass and keep going.

And flying low-level
sweeps over New Britain

with orders to blow away
every supply train, truck, and

sand pan coming out of
the enemy heliport of a ball.

Flying low can be fun.

It can also be dangerous.

At 50 feet, they can knock you
down with a well-placed coconut.

All right, let's head for the showers.

Sometimes you get a feeling, a hunch,

and later you wish you'd followed it.

I had every right to tell Boyle, no.

We were 400 miles from home and
down to less than half the tank of gas.

But our mission was to cut
those supply lines out of Rabaul.

Okay, one pass, you
and Casey, then catch up.

Oh, Bobby, to the choo-choo.

Take ahead, he got two-seven fiber.

He should hit it in about 15 minutes.

Happy I'm gonna stick with him.

And do what? Go down with him?

We barely have enough fuel to get home.

Join up, Larry.

Come here, Boyle.

We watched him disappear
toward an island we called England.

There was a coast watcher there

who had pulled our butts out
of the water more than once.

He was the son of an English Earl
who owned a plantation on that island.

If Boyle could reach him, I'd
find a way to get him home.

Police, Scott, let me make a take one.

Oh, no, he's gonna come
down on the wrong island.

I'll let the ship fly back,
and I'm gonna quit.

No heapspin tonight, huh?

I hope I never see
that little squirt again.

Cheers.

They're a short one.

Boyle, in case you get
on the radio, I'm antsy.

The last time I talked to him, he
was on his way to a friendly island.

He was given odds that
he'd be home by dark.

Trust me.

The code is 6511, contact time 1800.

We still have some time.

All right, call right at Air C rescue.

I thought we were gonna
need the duck again.

La Cava to Dumbo, La Cava to Dumbo.

Come in, Dumbo.

I'll get that.

Go ahead, La Cava.

You've got the wrong frequency.

No, it's Air C rescue.

That's Colonel Lard.

It is Air C rescue.

Colonel Lard?

Yeah, that's right, point.

Commander Blake is in the
hospital with acute appendicitis

until he returns, I'm in
command of Air C rescue.

What do you need?

We need the duck, sir.

What for?

We got a pilot down in England.

Still there? Oh, no.

It's an island that we call
England, and we think he's there.

Anyway, we hope he's there.

There's a coast watcher that's
picked up one of our guys before,

and we need a duck to go in and get him.

Would it be too much to ask for you to give
the military designation of this island? Conga.

Conga.

And that's 25 on target
with the... Conga? Point.

That is over 400 miles.

Now, we can't send a duck
400 miles behind enemy lines.

You'll have to wait for a submarine.

Sir, we have done this before.

Now, Red gives us the duck.

We give him a couple cases.

A case is a scotch, and we go in and we get
our guy before the Japanese even wake up.

Look, I don't care what you and
Commander Blake have done in the past.

I'm telling you that according
to air sea rescue procedures,

any pilots down 100 miles behind enemy
lines have got to be picked up by submarine.

Now, I've got a submarine
standing off for a ball.

He's supposed to pick up a
downed naval aviator there tonight.

Tomorrow I'll have him head for Conga.

He should be there within 48 hours.

Sir, what if he's down in the water?

Would you like to be sitting
in the water for 48 hours?

I wouldn't, Boyington.

Listen, we all take our chances.

And I have a lot of pilots downed out here,

and the only way to get them
back is to follow proper procedures.

Besides, General Moore is coming
back from fleet tomorrow morning.

He wants you here at 0600 for a briefing.

Now, you can't fly all
night, then fly here in

the morning and then
expect to fly a mission.

Why change now? LaCava out.

Yep.

This gives Boyle another day
to clean the natives of crabs.

That's all.

I see, old boy.

Need a spot of help.

England.

I made it to England.

Not quite.

We call this France.

England's across the channel.

Peter Buckley.

Bobby, Bobby Boyle.

Oh, you better let me take a look at that.

She won't be flying for a bit.

Listen, I'm just happy to be alive.

Right.

Where's he going?

King George?

King George?

That's what I call him.

He's having a look around.

I'm afraid we weren't the
only ones to have spotted you.

Race balls?

If you'd better take a look down that Lane,

I think you might be
able to spot the blighters.

Well, thanks, pal. Let's get out of here.

You feel up to a boat ride?

I'm with you, pal.

Are you sure this thing's safe?

She's not the Queen Mary, but she'll do.

His ancestors paddle
on from here to Hawaii.

Hawaii?

Yeah, that's 5,000 miles of open ocean.

Hawaii.

I wonder if the odds were on that.

Rather high, I should think.

Hey, Peter, how far is the team?

Oh, it's about an hour around the point,

and then across the channel.

Peter, pretty nice joint you live in.

It's not much, but it's home.

At least you don't have
a roommate that snars.

You should hear King George.

Did you find him? We found him.

How are you
feeling? I'm fine, Papa.

Elizabeth, this is Lieutenant Boyle.

He's a marine pilot.

This is King George's daughter, Elizabeth.

Hi, kid.

Hello.

Elizabeth has a spot of malaria.

Been giving her quinnings.

Feel better?

As long as I don't move my eyes.

You say when you move
your peepers, they hurt?

Peepers?

Yeah, you know, your blinkers, your eyes.

Only when I move them.

It's contact time.

He talks funny.

Wait.

La Cava, England calling.

La Cava, England... It's La
Cava. We read you, Peter.

We picked up one of your boys.

He's a likable chap.

We're a bit preoccupied with wagering.

Is he all right?

His hands are burned.

There's nothing too serious,

but I'd prefer to see him get some
professional medical attention.

Over.

There'll be a submarine
in the area tomorrow night.

Can you hang on to
him till then? Roger.

We'll keep him occupied.

Peter, watch your silver.

Oh, give me a break. Will you pat me?

Listen, Peter, I've had malaria
and I've been sick as hell,

but my eyeball's never hurting.

She's breaking out in a rash.

Ask if Sam is there and
describe the symptoms.

If she has malaria, I'm
the queen of England.

Black sheep, England, is Sam there?

What's that?

Go ahead, England.

Sam's a nurse.

I see.

Sam, I have a rather ill native girl here.

I thought it was malaria, but
Lieutenant Boyle isn't sure.

Can you give me some medical advice? Over.

Well, what are the symptoms?

Sweating, fever... Muscles
and joints are aching.

Eye movement is quite painful.

Would you like to introduce yourself?

Horse fluids last aspirin.

Do you have any velodontic
tincture or diamond hygienate?

I'll take it out.

Only aspirin and trina.

Stand by.

Sounds like cannabis fever.

If we don't get the right medication
into her within 24 hours, she could die.

Uh... Time's up.

Wakaba?

Now, Roger, England out.

Yeah?

Why'd you cut me off like that?

We can't stay on the air
for more than two minutes

without running the risk of the
Japanese intercept in Peter's transmission.

Getting a fix on Peter's location.

She got a chance.

Well, she's got a chance, but not much.

Hey, Jerry!

Peter pulled you out once.

Any place to land an L5 on that island?

Well, there's a small clearing
on abandoned plantation,

maybe 500 feet at the most.

The jungle's probably
growing all over it by now.

Even if it's not, an L5
can't make it that far.

Fuel supply, I mean, this
headwind's all the way.

Well, it's got to be a way.

No, there ain't.

Hickland, there's always a way.

Oh, sure.

Did you just fly along?

Did you see a Japanese gas station
drop down and say, hey, fill her up.

You're getting senile, Boyington.

Hey, now, you wait a minute, Sergeant.

What if he put the gals in Jerry cans?

All right, that's real smart, son.

Real smart.

Just tell me this.

How you gonna get the
gas from the Jerry can

in the cockpit to the
tank outside the cockpit?

Well, you could run a hose from
the tank to the rear of the cockpit

and on a shallow dive pour the gas in it.

It'd flow right in.

And then put a clamp on
it to prevent the backflow.

It's real simple.

That's fine.

You gonna fly it and
fill it up the same time?

No, I figure the major will do the flying,

and I'll do the filling.

Oil and I don't weigh much.

Happy we can get it off with
both of us in the back there.

Lucky Lindy couldn't get it off
with both of you in the back there.

This burn's gonna be
overloaded at 300 pounds.

Ain't nobody can get it off
loaded like that in 500 feet.

Nobody.

Pappy can.

Sure I can.

Come on, Pappy.

Come on, Pappy.

You can do it.

You can do it.

Get out there and go!

Get out there and go!

Yeah!

Pappy did it! Yeah.

Using 2,000 feet of runway.

Sir, I got it all figured.

Moro doesn't weigh half
as much as all this gas.

We'll make it.

Who's worried?

An hour out, the sun went down,
and I had other things to worry about.

Like being over the Japanese
islands in this paper kite

with a lap full of gasoline and
only a couple of 45s to protect us.

Jeb didn't mind.

I mean, he seemed to enjoy it.

What do kids know?

It's time to find out if
that gizmo of yours works.

It'll work.

It's better, son, or we'll
end up swimming home.

It's working!

Get around him down, Pappy.

I'll just hope that Casey
got through to Peter.

You know, I really appreciate what
you chaps are doing for Elizabeth.

Are you kidding?

That's the least we can do after
all the black sheep you saved.

Do you think I'll be on time?

Ten bucks says I'll land in five minutes.

You're on, mate.

Okay, it's a bet.

You in?

England should be dead ahead of us.

Keep your eyes peeled for lights.

Boington was right.

I'd better count the silver.

20 bucks.

Right below.

Does he see him?

Casey had gotten through,
and there were torches

at both ends of the
field, just as I'd requested.

I just didn't know what was in between.

Frank, it's me.

How you doing, Pierre?

Any Japanese around?

No, just air patrol.

Hi, Pappy, did you miss me?

Yeah, Boil, I missed you.

Boil, you really missed me.

Jeb!

Boil!

Here's the medicine.

Sam said she'd get
better fast with that stuff.

But you've got to follow
the instructions closely.

We really appreciate this.

Pappy, why don't you meet
a palomine, King George?

How do you do, Greg Boington?

Delighted me job.

Pleasure.

Major, we don't have much here, but would
you like a scotch before you fly back?

See, I like that very much.

I'll have a briefing with the
general, you know how they are.

I know.

Get that thing gassed right away.

Jeb, did Nancy miss me?

Was she worried?

Scared stiff is more like it.

No kidding.

Did she cry?

Yeah, I guess so.

Poor kid.

What do you think?

The strip's got to be six,
seven hundred feet, right?

More like five hundred.

Five hundred.

You worried about getting
off with both boys? No, no.

I can make it.

Good.

About five hundred.

Yes.

Hmm.

I had it all figured.

I wonder if Boyle gained weight.

Make sure you don't put
that ammo in backwards, Dan.

Not Sarge.

Hey, Bobby.

Hi.

Hi, baby.

You okay, Bobby?

Sure, this is nothing.

Where's my kangaroo?

Hey, what was that
for? For being you.

Where's Jeb?

I tried to tell him it was too much weight.

He had to leave him.

You know, if you put new
plugs in that coffee grinder,

you'd do better than
twenty-one hundred RPM.

It's only supposed to
turn two thousand RPM.

Dan, if you're going with me,

I suggest you tie yourself down.

Come on, Stan.

Get that jock out of there.

Your fever's going down.

How do you feel? Much better.

Try and get some sleep.

You better have a look around.

I'll keep watching, Elizabeth.

She's sleeping.

I think she's going to be all right.

Would you like some tea? Sure.

I'll be mother.

Huh?

Oh, it's just an expression.

Whoever pours is called mother.

There's no milk, I'm afraid.

But we have sugar.

Sugar's fine.

You know, by the way you live here, it's
hard to believe there's a war going on.

You mustn't let it get you down, Jeb.

The Japanese may control these islands,

but as long as you've got
your flag and a spot of tea,

there's a little bit of England.

Don't you agree? Yeah.

How come you played America
when you raised your flag?

I beg your pardon?

My country is of the sweet
land of Liberty, of the icing.

Send him victorious,
happy and glorious,

long to reign over us.

God save the king.

You see, it was God save the
king long before it was America.

God save our gracious king,

long live our noble king.

God save the king.

Send him victorious,

happy and glorious,
long to reign over us.

God save the king.

Ellie, don't do that.

Hey, Larry, I know how to do it.

I've watched it.

Ellie, you don't know how to do it.

You're going to overload the
output tube and blow the whole unit.

Now, just keep the little hands to me.

Okay.

Hi, Sam.

I was just showing Ellie
here how you tune the radio.

Hey, listen, really, Casey,

can you get England on that thing for me?

I don't know, maybe.

Because I'm really worried
about that native girl.

Bella Donna Tincture isn't exactly aspirin.

I really should check
and see how she's doing.

Sam, I don't know if we should.

Larry, don't be a bore. Sam's right.

We really should check.

Yeah.

Well, the next contact time is 0900.

We're going to have to wait till
then anyway, so I'll just set it up.

Okay.

There we go.

All right.

She's ready to go.

Good.

Let's take a walk.

Go ahead.

I'll watch the radios.

If there's a call, I'll yell, okay?

Well, in that case, you're just a holler.

I don't care.

You were under direct
orders not to buy up there.

I got her, didn't I?

That is not the point.

Never find you two not fighting,

although we've won the war.

Well, I wouldn't bet on it, sir.

You recognize that village?

It's in the area you've been flying sweeps.

Flying's so low, I could probably
recognize some house numbers,

but a whole village.

I don't think so, sir.

It's right here.

The south of Point Carl.

Yes, sir.

What's so important about this village?

You've been pounding hell on
its supply lines out of Rabaul.

Really putting the squeeze out?

No.

Well, they've been forced to go to
their head and reserve fuel docks.

Now, air reconnaissance photos
show that a number of tanker trucks

are moving toward their airfields
from, guess where? The village.

That's right.

Oh, we can blow that down.

We'll really have them by their top knots.

Oh, great.

I'm giving you carte blanche on this.

Just blow that down.

Yes, sir. We'll get it.

It's all 900.

Let's see if we get the shawl on the road.

Larry! Larry! England.

England.

This is La Cava calling.

Start the generator.

Go ahead, La Cava.

I wanted to check
on that native girl.

How is she? Oh, she's
fine. Right as new hate me.

I can't thank you enough for
what you've done, Samantha.

How'd you know my name?

Oh, I'm psychic.

I bet I can even tell you what
color your hair and eyes are.

Ash blonde and blue eyes.

I'd say you have ash blonde
hair and blue eyes, right?

Jim told you to do that.

As the leader of your rebellion
once said, I cannot tell a lie.

I thought it was a revolution.

You champs called it a revolution.

To us, it was nothing more
than a rather nasty rebellion.

Oh, our two minutes are almost up.
I better sign off now.

What is this? A trunk call?

What?

What's your name for a call from
one city to another? Long distance.

All right.

Talking of long distances,
if you ever get up

this way, you'll have to
drop in for a pot of tea.

Ask Jim. Make a very nice part.

Besides, I'd like to personally
thank you for what you've done.

La Cava out.

Oh, right. Time to go.

Talk to you again, Samantha. In the now.

What's life without a little
bit of risk now then, eh, Jim?

Same as more than two minutes.

So?

So, so it's a lot of trouble, maybe.

Why?

The Japanese could monitor the call.
They're going to know where they are.

Oh, gosh. What do we do?

It means trouble.

Feketoro, kudju degree desu.

American signal on.

The Navy was going to stage a raid
on the airfields of Rumba Ball at Dust

to keep the Zeros occupied
while we went after the fuel dump.

I had gone over the mission a
dozen times with General Moore.

It looked perfect, but I was getting
another one of those funny feelings.

Hey, Micklin.

We got a mission to fight a couple hours.

I'm at Eden's Cinder Air Alliance.

My bird, three others.

Of course, lots of fires, huh?

I'm going to try.

Stand! Yes, Sarge.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Sarge.

Take the ammo out of Boynton's airplane.

I put it in right, sir.

And replace it with incendiary loads.

Oh. Okay.

Do it better.

Casey, we got a mission.

I want to go over with you.

We got a Mayday from England. The
place is crawling with Japanese marines.

And it's my fault.

No, no, I should have stayed on radio.

And I should have stayed off, but I
was worried about that native girl, Greg.

That medication could be dangerous
if given in the wrong dosage.

The medication was written down.

Okay, but what do we do?

You stay off the radio. That's what we do.

Boynton, you cannot have a duck to
go flying off on your own private war.

You have an important mission to fly.

Sir, I need the duck for
that important mission.

What?

Did the General Moore say
that I was to have carte blanche?

Didn't he say carte blanche, sir?

Boynton, you don't need a duck.

Sir, let me understand this.

Are you telling the commander of the mission
what he needs and what he doesn't need?

All right, I'll put that in my report.

And when the mission's a bust,
then you can explain it to fleet, sir.

Why do you need a duck for this mission?

Sir, I can't discuss that
on an open frequency.

Well, then you get on a scrambler.

The scrambler's broken, sir.

Yeah.

There's only one way
to beat red tape, officer.

And that's playing his game.

Hey, Jerry, you fly
the duck, huh? Gotcha.

Sarge, where do you think you're going?

Last time you blamed me on my airplanes.

This time, I'm gonna make
sure you ain't got no excuses.

Uh-huh.

Sarge, I need the flight plate.

Taffy, I want to go.

Boy, you got to fly 500
miles with burned hands.

Well, I'll go on the duck with Micklin.

No.

Listen, Taffy, Chev's out there
because of me, and I'm responsible.

So I'm going.

Now, if you want to keep me down,

well, then you're gonna
have to knock me down.

Now, listen, if anything
happens to you, you get killed.

I don't want to hear about it, boy.

Get going.

Hoo!

Bobby?

I just want you to know that
if anything happens... Yeah?

Well, I'll take care of
the kangaroo for you.

That's all.

There's ain't no fraternity
parties! Golly, boys.

I'll see you soon.

But the only one Jev and Peter had.

We'd buzzing when the duck
would sat down in the lagoon.

We could stick around
for maybe ten minutes

till they covered fire
while they paddled out.

That is, if they could paddle out.

For all we knew, they
were already captured.

You know, you've been around that
Bruce along, you begin to smile like him.

She loves me, Sarge. She loves me.

How you gonna like it?

You know anything
about this airplane? Yeah.

The edge is in the nose,
the tail's in the back.

What else is there to know?

And you're sitting on the gas tank.

I've been, uh, being a cut down, Sarge.

Someone's here!

It's gonna happen sooner or later.

You're okay.
Jev, you must be feeling better.

I'm fine, Peter.

Don't worry.
We'll hide out near the beach till tonight.

Then we'll take the duck out
over to France. We'll be safe there.

Those blighters are getting closer.

Right.
We may have to hold them off till the duck.

The stream will be the best place.

Wait. I hear a Corsair.

I don't hear anything.

No, no, I heard him, Peter.

There.

They gotta land in the lagoon. Let's go.

Casey, you get it.

Let's go, French.

I'm on your tail.

Hey, there's something
burning in the jungle.

It's about where Peter's place is.

Dumbbell.

Can you see anything? Over.

Negative, Pappy.
But we can't hear a small arms fire.

You made heads hear that?

If there's gunfire, they're still alive.

Someone's on the beach.

He's being charged at Elizabeth.

Like sheep leader, Dumbo,
we have friendlies on the beach.

Repeat, friendlies on the beach.

Jerry, radio can't be
right away, that's all.

Anybody on that beach now is a race ball.

Gotcha.

Black sheep leader, this is Dumbo.

Black sheep leader, this is Dumbo.

All friendlies are in the water.

The beach is yours.

Get in!

Another time, Jeb.

Well, you can't stay here.

They'll paddle to France.

I've got a cave there with a
radio and a flag and a spot of tea.

Understand, Jeb?

Miss me, huh, Sarge?

Miss you? Well, you little...

I went in the lady prison.

They're nice lads, but they suddenly
have a strange way of speaking.

We strafed the beach until we were sure
Peter and King George were safely away.

Then we turned north and
went after the fuel dump.

I don't know if Colonel
Lard would have considered

the duck important in
the mission, but we did.

Oh, yeah. The gasoline dump? Did we get it?

What do you think?