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I specialize in hypertension
in nursing school.

That's what I have, hypertension.

Let's get out of here, I'll cover you.

Who do you think you are, John Wayne?

Come on, let's make a run for it.

I hate the hell I can tell you this, pal.

Without cover fire, neither
of us is getting out of here.

If a boy in Tons shows up, just kick
his tail assembly right off that island.

That'd be a pleasure.

There's no rules in this fight.

Let's get it over with.

What are you talking about?

No rules.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

Ba ba ba.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

Ba ba ba.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

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who have lost our way.

We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way.

The machines of war
flood the South Pacific.

From mines and mills,
from forests and factories,

weapons and equipment
flow in an ever increasing

tide, a tide which the
enemy cannot turn back.

Tanks and trucks, guns
and planes, destined

for the U.S. fighting
man, the bravest, most

intelligent warrior the
world has ever known.

Jerry the force is 16, this is 24.

Wait a minute.

Jerry, you got a fix
on the coordinates yet?

Come on, Bragg, we can't exactly park these
crates waiting for you to do long division.

I think we'll reshot it, Greg,
about two minutes back.

Let us back.

Casey?

Uh, carry the sixes 25.

Forget it.

Go over to the checkpoint now.

Shop the fuel.

Let's try and keep these birds
in the air as long as possible.

Join up with the bomber
wing in five minutes.

That's it.

Carry the sixes 15 is 24.

All right, Greg, we're right over.

Dead center.

What a relief.

That is six o'clock.

You're sure to wing me in.

I'll be the orphan.

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE).

Hey, I'm stitching here.

Upstairs.

Anybody else run out
upstairs with gunnermen?

Two more at three o'clock.

I got 'em.

Run of old fuel, Pappy.

I'll let console pack know we had to abort.

Pappy, I'm getting sick of
trying to fly in with short ammo.

Somebody is gonna get hurt up here.

Not if I can help it.

I'm breaking off.

I'll stay in the commas.

I almost lost some
pilots this morning, sir.

There are shortages in war,
Boynton, even for a hotshot like you.

Yes, sir.

But I don't want to fly a
mission and be up there with

20-zeros whirling around
and me waving a purse, sir.

I don't recall reading any
orders for 214 this morning.

Will you check with General
Moore, sir, because he cut the orders?

He couldn't have.
General Moore is in Washington.

Well, listen, Colonel.

Unless you and I get
something straight right now.

We're stuck with each other.

And it doesn't do either one of us
any good for you to cut my supply lines.

All right, Major.

But you and I share a
little secret, shall we?

Off the record, of course.

Your unit has broken its last
regulation under my command.

The fact is, Major,
you're not going to get any

more fuel, ammunition
or engine parts at all.

Because I am canceling
everything right down the line,

including 25 cartons of
cornflakes that somebody

out there ordered, for
who knows what reason.

You see, Major, I don't happen to
think you're good for the Marine Corps.

And if I can't get you one
way, I'm going to find another.

You want to lay some
money down on that, Colonel?

You are going to stay on the ground,
Boyington, eating coconuts and bananas.

And in a couple of weeks,
somebody up the line

is going to ask, "Why
isn't that unit flying?"

And when they do, you and
your little pirate band are going

to find yourselves air-vac'd
right out of this theater.

Why aren't you going to be able
to catch up with that quick, sir?

Well, we both know how things get messed
up behind the lines, don't we, Boyington?

Even you won't be able to catch up with it.
Nobody's that fast.

I'm faster than a Gilbert
and Sullivan chorus line, sir.

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

I'd always figured large
for a rulebook commando.

Personally, I didn't have
any of that regulation.

As a matter of fact, I kind of liked it.
I liked to break them.

So, Largent has game
plan to put us out of action.

And after hearing his, I came up with mine.

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

What's going on?

Larg's trying to drop a net on us.

He even spiked the 25 cases of cornflakes.

In case he's going to have to make
his corn mesh out of something else.

Larg's doing what?

General Moore is in Washington.

And Colonel Larg
figures this is the first time

that he's going to violate
the Marine Corps manual.

He really wants to unload us, Jim.

Yeah, but if Larg stops
going by the rulebook,

it kind of cheats us out of
our heads now, doesn't it?

Doesn't matter whether he goes by
the rulebooks or not. A jerk is a jerk.

Oh, you have no one in
your little plans, don't you?

Hey, would you find Hutch for me
and put this up on the mission tour?

Mm.

[helicopter whirring]

[chuckles]

I knew you'd like that one.

This here is great, but
how's it going to help us out?

If we're on R&R, we cannot
be gigs for standing down.

Really?

A combat unit will be
given certain periods

of inactivity without
loss of combat status.

Subterra-graph 3, page
316, the Marine Corps manual.

[helicopter whirring]

The kid's going to hold a woman.

Team JF!

Let's go!

[chattering]

Come on, ground water!

Get off this rock!

Hey, Hutch!

Did you get it done?

I was up all night, but we're covered.

Thanks a lot. I'll make it up to you.

No, you won't.

[chattering]

Arabella.

In Casey's log, it is noted as a small
South Pacific island in the Solomon chain.

Principal exports rum, pineapple,
sugar cane, and friendly natives.

I had a hunch we
weren't going to bother the

pineapple growers or
the sugar cane planners,

but we were purely going to ruin
the rum and the friendly native crop.

[helicopter whirring]

[silence].

Yes.

All right, Lieutenant, thank you.

Major, they just took off.

Thank you, Colonel.
I can handle it from here.

The planes are on the field.

I've cut the orders, giving you command.

They're up in fleet.
They should be back in a day or two.

In the meantime, if Boynton shows up,

just kick his tail assembly
right off that island.

That'd be a pleasure.

Four months ago, Boynton
stole those planes from me.

Now, we got a score to
settle with those bombs,

and we just may bend
a few teeth to do it.

Well, whatever you have to do
to carry out your orders, Major.

Yes, sir.

[helicopter whirring]

[music]

[indistinct chatter]

And then she wrote
me this Dear John letter,

and I lay on my bunk
for two weeks with this

kind of terrible feeling
that my life was over.

What a baby.

Yeah, but I had to keep flying anyway.

You know, up at the crack
of dawn, into that cockpit,

and trying to keep my
mind on what I'm doing.

He's the most magnificent
thing I've ever seen in my life.

Why did you get these, John?
Why did you study it?

You just sit there and study it.

Quarterback hands, read the ball.

I hit the hole, bam!

I gained 90 yards the first
time I ever carried the ball.

Coach said I'd have been all
American if I'd have made it to a senior.

Of course, you never can tell for sure.

[grunting]

Rolled on under the perfect split S,
jumped on his tail and shot him down.

Then I went to his right,
found his windman at 7

o'clock, blew him just
totally right out of the air.

[blowing]

Kind of like chattering away.

This is an easy part.

Now, I came to the point
where I had to go after him.

These guys were tough.
I mean, really tough.

What I did was, stick my burr,
came out of the floor, [blowing]

There was an incredible, I
wanted to leave this guy sideways.

He was doing 180 yards.

Right?

I haven't been able to sleep well at all.

Nerves, I guess.

You're responsible for the
lives of an entire squadron.

It's hard to relax.

Well, maybe I can be of help.

I specialize in hypertension
in nursing school.

That's what I have, hypertension.

Well, why don't we try to ease it?

Maybe it wouldn't help.

Oh, no, I'm sure it would.

What do I get, a massage,
something like that?

No.

I was thinking I'd try to
get you an injection of APC.

It's wonderful for hypertension.

A shot.

[laughs]

You're kidding.

[blowing].

You got lost.

Come on, Greg.

[blowing]

Jim, get lost. I'm getting a massage.

Got some trouble, Greg.

[blowing]

He's got a call from La Cava.

A plane from Esprito Marcus
arrived with 20 pilots aboard.

Lard has reassigned to 214.

Are you tracking?

Yeah.

Yeah, why don't you try and take a
guess at who's in command of those pilots?

Old Red Buell.

[blowing]

Get them together. Let's get back there.

[blowing]

When I get down, I am going
to kill that Spitbull Marine.

T.J. Wiley, the great American air race.

Shut up, Gutterman.
I don't have to take that from you.

Sure you do, son.

Can you guys please knock it off?

Thank you.

Fappy, what are we going to do?

Oh, for one thing, we can
try not to kill each other.

I was this close to Pater.

While Gutterman was going
into the native jewelry business,

I was closing in like the
phantom of East Philadelphia.

There I was, surrounded
by zeros, my guns jammed.

I had very more garbage in my hole.

I found most of my pilots in a rear
area, a bar waiting court-martial.

Most of them were
natural-born troublemakers.

Well, actually, all of them were.

Except Casey, who was showing
real signs of becoming one.

Once I'd assembled his band
of misfits, I needed planes.

And I managed to jerk these
planes away from Red Buell

by masquerading as a medical officer
and quarantining his bunch of misfits.

I had a feeling that before this was over,

that we were going to be a lot
of guys sucking on their knuckles.

(plane engine).

(plane engine).

(plane engine)

(plane engine)

(plane engine)

(plane engine).

(plane engine)

(plane engine).

Where's the mag points?

How you doing, Red?

I can't fly the planes
without the Magneto points.

Hey, if you give them to me,
I'm gonna knock your teeth down.

(laughing)

Hey, you're beginning
to get on my nerves, Bill.

You want to give us a little room?

But you're standing on
my runway, sweetheart.

All right, take it easy, mag.

(grunts)

I'm taking command of the squadron, Major.

I'm gonna fly a mission out
of here at 0600 tomorrow.

Help yourself.

I saw your arms don't get tired.

(laughing)

I don't think they kind
of live from nobody.

Then you're gonna
have a very difficult time

here, Major, 'cause I
serve it up with a shovel.

Look, Red.

So we're in control of the situation.

But Red-- I said knock it off.

Now, listen, if we have to disassemble
these bombs later on, we'll do it.

But right now, we're gonna stay cool.

I've got the squadron and the orders.

Now knock it off, all right?

Come on.

(squeaking)

I'll take care of this for you, Pat.

Thanks, Casey.

Crank David, into our liquor supply.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, Greg, you gotta let us know
these hogs just calm down, Tim.

Calm down.

We were kind of hard on our stuff, Buell.

We were leaving anyway.

What are you doing, Buell?

That board is an inventory
and shipping record

of everything we've got going
on in the Southwest Pacific.

I want those mag points.

If you don't give them to me,
I'm gonna turn my boys loose.

What are they gonna do, shine
their shoes and salute each other?

No, they're gonna kick your eyes out.

Let me give you the picture, Buell.

You're not getting the mag points.

You're not flying our planes.

Now, you can take that
khaki soft shoe act of yours,

get back in the C-47, and
get the hell off of my island.

Okay, Major.

I'll see you outside.

I'll be there.

(yelling).

(yelling)

Hey!

This is Major Buell!

My squadron will knock it off!

Captain McGinty!

Why don't you try it with music?

What?

Come on, Red, come on!

Where are the decks?

Zeros!

Over there, Red!

That must be ten o'clock.

Happens every day.

They're on their way home.

First ten fifteen.

So they're late.

(birds chirping)

You guys are lucky those
zigs broke it up this afternoon.

You trying to start something?

'Cause I'm ready when you are, Sonny Boy.

We got orders.

I know we got orders.

What's the point?

I met a real nice nurse named Lisa.

Seems, uh...

She knows you got her, man.

You got her, man?

We're gonna get our chance, Captain.

Oh, yes we are.

I know.

Been expecting you.

Okay, Major.

Suppose you tell me how you
think you're gonna win this thing.

I'm not worried about it.

I got a mission to fly tomorrow.

Okay, so I give a couple
of my boys the mag points.

We fly the mission.

You and your stiffs prepare our lunch.

Twenty minutes ago, I sent six guys
over and removed the distributor caps.

Okay, Buell.

Let's work this thing out.

I'm listening.

We each have three or four boys
in the hospital from this afternoon.

This keeps up.

They won't have enough
energy to climb into the cockpit.

Okay, so?

You play poker?

Yeah.

You got the distributor caps?

I've got the mag points.

Wanna play cards, man?

That's a heck of a good idea.

A sheep pen in ten minutes.

Oh, by the way, I put my two kid
brothers through college playing cards.

I'm gonna purely take
your pants down, Major.

Hot damn.

I got another pigeon.

Pigeon.

[birds chirping].

[typing]

Mag.

Right.

Pull off.

Anderson, how about you?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[clanking]

Gutstog.

Anyhow.

[clears throat]

[typing]

One, Jim.

Raise one.

Call.

Cards.

I'll play these.

You stand, Pat?

Want me to write it down, Buell?

[typing]

Call a lot of two.

Bat two.

Bat two.

[clanking]

All right, please.

Thank you.

[clanking].

Well, how's he doing?

He's doing okay, I guess.

I don't know.

It's hard to tell.

Oh, this is crazy.

Playing cards for injured
parts, it's just crazy.

Hey, don't worry about it, Casey.

I mean, when it comes
to cards, Pappy's the best.

Well, I was talking to
some guy from Buell's outfit,

and Red's got a big
reputation as a card shark.

It's just one vice.

Yeah, if you don't count Kiss and
Lard's cluster stealing our planes.

I don't know, Don.

Some of these guys have
pretty impressive war records.

Casey, they're jerks.

Jerks.

Now, would you mind going get the beer?

Casey, get this.

Casey, get this.

[clanking]

Bat one.

Bat one.

Raise two.

[laughing]

Anderson.

Yes, sir.

Another beer, please.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

Luck's got to change.

You'll have better talk.

Can't be this bad forever.

[clanking]

I need coffee.

I'm gonna bring me some coffee.

Come on, pick the cards up.

You know, play or not.

[grunting].

[grunting]

[grunting]

[laughing]

[music playing]

[banging].

[banging].

[banging].

Sorry, Papi.

I fell asleep.

How do we do?

Terrible.

I lost half the mag points.

We lost half the distributor caps.

I'm gonna have to fly with that Cub Scout.

What?

A ton of our guys tell them we're up in a
half hour with a fly with a ton of bugles.

You gotta be kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding, Larry?

No, sir.

[music playing].

[banging]

[banging]

[banging].

[banging].

[banging].

[banging].

[banging]

[banging]

[banging]

[banging]

[banging].

[banging].

[banging]

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Okay, heading is 057.

Warm up on me.

You'll meet your flight leader.

- Colonel Arndt.

- Will you see Arndt up here anywhere?

- Hey, come on, Boyington.

- Neither do I.

Cancel that heading.

The new heading is 076 and warm up on me.

- We get home, Boyington.

We're gonna settle this
thing once and for all.

- Any way that pleases you, Major.

(dramatic music)

- Here she is, Pap,
making some volume down.

(dramatic music)

(explosion)

(explosion)

(explosion)

- Nice going, Papi.

Can we go home now?

(dramatic music)

(explosion).

- Excuse me, sir,
rear area's been trying

to get ahold of you
ever since you took off.

- Later, later.

Hey, Boyington.

I'm gonna fix it so you can
carry your teeth in your pocket.

- I guess we're through playing cards, huh?

Hutch.

- Why boxing gloves?

You square off with a
bare knuckles, you kill him.

- I got a sore paw.

Bruce did not go bouncing
off of Buell's head yesterday.

You can't fight this
fight with a hand like that.

Look, I got a lot of tape on it.

I'll keep mine with some right hands.

I'll nail them with a left.

Trust me.

Come on, let's get it on.

(crowd cheering)

- Now listen, no kicking, no gouging, red
cleaning, or I rest that swill, all right?

- There's no rules in this fight.

Let's get it over when--
- We're talking about no rules.

- No rules? - Yeah.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering).

- Happy Quimly!

(crowd cheering)

- Happy?

- Hey!

- If that gets any worse,
you better go get the stool.

- Yeah, we find out he was Fleet Champ.

- Well, that information's
a little late in communism.

- We've got the whole
bundle riding on it, Happy.

- All right, come on, Peppy, go get him.

He can't hurt us.

(laughing)

(crowd cheering)

- Use the left, you got it.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

- I have my right hand
if it was the one I said.

Keep it fake.

- The sword.

- I take him in, I wish, why
was he gonna knock you out?

- Keep the left up.

Hurts me more than it hurts him.

- That's all right.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering).

- What's the matter with that yo-yo?

- What's the matter with him?

- Hey, Captain, you heard me.

I said, what's the matter with him?

- His kid brother's a
tail gunner and a B-24.

- Shut down.

- Yesterday over at Bougainville.

Went down in the ocean
and hasn't been picked up yet.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

Once a pilot hits the drink, there's only
one chance in 10 you get fished out alive.

I knew it, Buell knew it,
but you can help but hope.

I knew where Buell was going and
I knew what he was going to find.

I figured maybe this button down jarhead

was gonna need somebody
to drink with or take a swing at.

I climbed in my bird and I went after
him all the way to Espritos Marcos.

(dramatic music)

- What do you want?

- Red.

- I heard about your kid brother.

I'm really sorry.

Bring him on.

- I don't wanna talk to you,
get away from my table.

- That's not bad, Red.

- I wanna tell you something
else, it's not, it's not yours.

- You get kicked in the gut, you
wanna take a swing at somebody?

I can understand that, Red.

But you're half bad, you go down real fast.

- Oh yeah.

- Yeah.

(sighs)

- I ain't sitting with you, Boynton.

And you ain't drinking my booze, Red.

You've been sharing too
much of my action already.

(laughing)

- What we got here is a Martin Varese.

(laughing)

Very good.

- As you were, jarhead.

(laughing)

- Get up.

I said get up, sailor.

- Let me help you up, sailor.

I thought you were the waiter.

(grunting)

- Don't listen to me, you fool.

Don't watch those kids.

(whistling)

- Here, boy.

- You know how kid brothers are?

Tommy.

He was always in a jammer, kid.

I bet I pulled him out of
a dozen of them before.

I remember one time when
he was in the fifth grade, I think.

Yeah, a little devil, about that high.

Teacher had been telling
him about how the Indian kids

had to go out and go
through this survival school.

Well, he decided to start
his own survival school.

I don't know what he
figured he was gonna do.

I guess he'd to bark
off of trees or something.

Off he goes, disappears.

I get this phone call from Mom.

She's all hysterical.

I gotta get in the car and go home.

Took me two hours to get there.

We lived out behind Sutter's Wash.

Hill Country, you know, rugged.

I walked for five hours to find that kid.

Finally, found him up in the tree asleep.

He'd been there two days.

Then he got mad 'cause
I made him come home.

Said he had three days
of survival training left.

Little creep.

Anyway, different story now, ain't it?

I can't help him.

He's either dead or he's a prisoner.

And those bombs that flee
care less, as far as they're

concerned, he's just
another rolled up mattress.

Get the Jeep, Red.

Hello, boys, I'm going to
have to take orders from you.

I got an idea, get in the Jeep.

'Cause you helped me put down
a couple of rowboat captains.

Don't mean we're lifelong buddies.

Are you gonna get in the Jeep or you're
gonna keep flapping that mouth of yours?

I'll see Coastwatch today.

We're at five chutes.

Japanese must've picked him up.

Air C rescue couldn't find a trace of him.

Look, we're here.

This Japanese is must've.

It's in the rear area
out of the combat zone.

That is where they gotta be.

I'm just plain confused.

Right, we got 40 pilots
and 20 planes, right?

Yeah.

That means the 20
pilots are standing around

scratching their eyes
with nothing to do.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about getting your
brother down out of that tree.

You're in a commando, Ray.

I got nothing better to do.

Let's get out of here.

Kevin, why would you do that?

I'm all red, maybe it's because
you're such a sweetheart.

(groans)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music).

We're getting this thing anyway.

You asked too many questions, Red.

I don't like stolen aircraft.

Excuse me, sir, but it's not stolen.

We traded the Navy pilots on the USS
Detroit, a jukebox for a couple SCR radios.

Then we traded the dock
master on the Spiritos

Marcus, the radios for
two dozen German Lugers.

Then we traded the Lugers
back to the same pilots from

the USS Detroit for the
rental on this duck for 12 hours.

Why don't you just trade
the jukebox for the plane?

Red, you're not good at this kind of thing.

Why don't you just forget about it?

Answer to that is because
they wouldn't go for

that deal, with the
crazy pigs about Lugers.

(laughs)

Come on, let's go, you guys.

Hey, Jerry.

Yeah?

I want that plane up at 0400,
fly the mission, and on time.

Wait a minute, Major.

What's the matter, Red?

I make a man of the 214.

You lost that fight to the day
when he jumped out of that ring.

That's not the way we score it.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Jerry, are you up to fly
on another split mission?

Do the best I can.

How's that?

Fine.

Hamilton, take half the flight up.

Fly the mission with him.

Aye, sir.

What'd he say?

He said aye, sir.

That means yes, sir.

Why'd he say that?

I don't think he wanted to say that.

(laughs)

Hey, French, you ever
fly one of these before?

No, but I found the owner's manual in here.

(laughs)

(upbeat music)

I was trying not to think about what we
might find on this Japanese hell isthmus.

Intelligence reports had it down as a
non-combat area with maybe a company.

I couldn't tell much about
what Buell was hoping for,

but I was hoping it would
be a Japanese marching

band down there, or
maybe a company of nurses.

Unfortunately, it was none of the above.

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You're gonna make
one fine tiger, gentlemen.

Yeah, well, there was a
big fan of Halloween prices.

Jim.

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I want you back in two hours.

Aye, aye, sir.

Kind of far off shore.

What do you want, curb service?

All right, you guys, get
those rafts in the water.

Two hours, French.

Right.

(water splashing)

Work your way around
right to left, let's go.

Uh-uh, the camp's on the
southeast side of the island.

Let's go straight across.

How do you know that?

'Cause that's the
leeward side of the island.

That's where they always are, no wind.

Doesn't scatter their green tea crop.

(water splashing)

(upbeat music)

(people chattering)

I thought you said a company.

I was wrong.

Fine time to be wrong.

Take my guys to the other
side, we'll create a crossfire.

Take the compound, okay?

It's suicide.

If we can get back in the
jungle before they hit us,

the tough things will
be getting to the plane.

Cheryl Bragg and Hamilton are on time.

For a while, man, you know that?

Good luck, Ryn.

Let's go.

All right.

(birds chirping).

(water splashing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Red. - Where's the others?

- They didn't make it.

- Come on, you little creep.

You want out of this cage?

Let's go.

(gun firing)

- There's the estimates, we're going in.

(ominous music)

(gun firing)

- Got him in his head.

- Come on, Casey, come on.

- It ain't nothing, let's go.

(gun firing)

- You guys are crazy, you know that?

Really crazy.
- Shut up and get in that post.

- Get out.

- All right, come on, let's get going.

We only have minutes.

Come on, Jim.

- Hey, Gunner, how bad is it?

- Why'd you hit your medical train?

- Well, you guys stopped arguing.

You were getting that whole lot of trouble.

- I'm gonna get out of here.

(gun firing)

- Let's get out of here, I'll cover you.

- Who do you think you are, John Wayne?

- Come on, let's make a run for it.

- You'd like hell to tell you this, pal.

But without cover fire, neither
of us are getting out of here.

- All right, short one stays, here.

Don't you ever lose?

Here comes Bragg, right on time.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

- So we found Tommy Buell
and we got him out of his tree.

And that seemed to solve Red's problem
for him, but it didn't do a thing for mine.

I'd broken enough regulations in the
last 12 hours to put in for retirement.

It looked like there was only one
person who could get me out of there.

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(yelling)

(yelling)

- Attention!

Attention!

- Why aren't these men
ready to leave, Major?

- We're not leaving, sir.

- This unit engaged in an
illegal ground action, Major.

As a result, I have three-star generals
sniffing around me like I was a fire plug.

Now you are gonna take the
heat for this boy into not me.

- Sir, are you court
marshalling the squadron leader

for an unauthorized ground
action against the enemy, sir?

Is that right?

- That's absolutely right.

- Major Buell has been in command, sir.

I released my command to him two days ago.

Isn't that what I'm supposed to do, sir?

- Did you take command
of the squadron, Major?

- Yes, sir, I did.

- Casey, I'd like to buy
Major Buell a beer here.

- I could get court
marshals for this boy, Major.

- Kind of thing builds character, Red.

You and your boy need
a hand getting packed.

- Well, thanks.

- Hey, McGinty.

I don't believe we're gonna be
needing this anymore around here.

- You okay? - All right.

- Thanks a lot, babe.

- Take it easy. - You take care, sir.

- Bye.

- It's gonna be a bad habit.

You're a sucker for a breaking pitch.

I didn't do too bad
considering I got Tommy back.

My boat, that's a pretty good trade.

I ain't through with
you, though, boy, ain't it?

Now that I understand you a little better,

I'm gonna play it a whole
lot different next time.

You think so?

- Yeah, I know so.

- He's seeing you, Major.

That goes for your cat, too.

(wind blowing)

(laughing)

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