All language subtitles for Ned

Hey, you!

Yeah, what?

Shouldn't you be
more careful?

Eh, I'm plenty careful.

Now, buzz off. I'm busy.

That wasn't my fault.
That was a gremlin!

A gremlin?

Yeah, everyone's heard
of gremlins -

they chew up planes,
screw up the navigation.

They get their kicks
from hurting us!

Gremlins
are all in your head.

We owe it to our boys
to stay focused.

It's not critters who cause
accidents; it's careless airmen.

It's yourresponsibility
to be safe.

A tidy workspace makes for
a productive environment.

Shape up!

We need men with strong hearts
and clear minds.

Look after yourself
to stay fighting fit.

Stay on task!

Avoid distraction,
and keep your wits about you.

Huh?

Let's keep our skies
safe so we can win this war!

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Hey! Where's the Fool's Errand?

Hey!

Hey, for Pete's sake!

Wha-?

Where'd you go?

It's too early
for this bullshit!

Few too many drinks
last night, Taggart, ol' buddy?

Oh Christ. Shut it.

Oh, hey there, baby.

I believe the powder room
is that a-way.

I'm on this flight.

Did you notice a loose hydraulic
hanging off the wheels?

Huh? A loose hydraulic?

What the hell are you
doing here? Get off now!

- I'm on this flight.
- The hell you are!

- I'm assigned to this flight.
- This isn't a joyride, missy.

Get off now!

What the hell is going on
back there?

I'm commissioned to this flight!

Get off my fucking plane!

Do not touch me again!

Whoa!

You all right there, Tag?

Taggart, who is that?

I'm commissioned
for this flight.

Orders from Major Riegert.

Seriously, what the hell is
happening back there, guys?

Is that a dame?
I can't hear shit!

Hey! Is that an actual girl
on board?

Can someone tell me
what the hell is going on?

Dorn! Is that a broad on the-

Yeah, buddy. It's a dame!
Good news, Beckell.

- I can't hear shit.
- She's here to pop your cherry.

No, seriously,
what is she here for?

Not a clue!
Enjoying the view, though.

You and me both.

Captain! Some broad's
just boarded this plane

claiming that she's assigned
to this flight, sir.

- What?
- I don't know!

It's from the Major's
own desk, sir.

Major Riegert, huh?

I'm not poking the bear
at this hour.

Our window's closing
for take-off, sir.

Williams, you know
anything about this?

No, sir. That's your paperwork,
not mine.

We haven't got time
for this right now.

Put her in the Sperry
until we get up in the air.

We'll find out more
once we reach altitude.

You, with me, now.

Captain, we've got
the green light.

There's no more stations
up here!

Captain's orders - get in
the Sperry for take-off now.

What are you waiting for? You
want me to break your other arm?

Get in there now.
We're taking off.

Hey! There's always room
on my lap, baby.

Don't start, Dorn.

- I'm supposed to guard this.
- Well, guard it, then.

I can't take my package
in there.

Oh Jesus Christ.
Well, leave it out here!

The order expressly stated
that I guard my package!

Well, feel free to jump
on the next plane.

I'll guard it for you.

I'll keep it in the Astrodome.

It's fragile - needs to be
kept upright.

OK.

The contents are
strictly confidential.

Sure.

Last chance, Missy!

Yes or no?

- Apologies, Captain.
- Ready when you are, boys.

Yes, sir.
Standing by for take-off.

What was that?

TAGGART, OVER RADIO:
Now I have to put up

with some stuck-up tart
pushing me around.

Yeah. Since when did
we become Noah's Ark, huh?

What, we're gonna give charity
rides to every winged dame

now that we've got a golliwog
in the cockpit?

This is an allied
mission, Lieutenant Finch.

- We're working together.
- What the hell's a left-tenant?

- Speak English. I don't-
- Hey, hey. Boys. Boys.

Can we get back to
the subject at hand?

Did you say 'winged dame?'
What do you mean, 'winged?'

Her arm's broke.

Who gives a crap
about her arm? How's her ass?

I couldn't tell in that
jumpsuit, all dolled up,

playing soldier, but I will
tell you boys this -

she was hotter than
the devil's cock.

I would fuck through Taggart
to get to her.

I mean, honestly!

She got one of those mouths.
You know, those mouths

you could just fuck all day.

Well, shit.
Maybe the flight gets boring,

- we can all get lucky.
- Maybe you can get lucky

with one hand, but she's gonna
need both hands for me, boy.

Cannot believe that
there was a pussy that close

to me, and I didn't even
get a look!

That's a real stealth pussy,
fellas.

Hello, boys.

I hope you don't mind me
tagging along today.

Uh...

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry, baby.
Didn't realize

we was on the air.

Yeah, sorry.
We were just, uh, complimenting.

Oh. You should be careful, now.

Wouldn't want me
to get a big head.

I can give you a big head
any time, sweetheart.

Ol' dog-faced Dorn at it again.

Hey, what's your name,
honey?

Flight Officer Garrett. And you?

Private Dorn,
at your service.

Um, I'm Private
Beckell - tail gunner.

Lieutenant Finch,
sweetheart - navigator.

Technical Sergeant
Taggart - radio operator.

Well, it's a pleasure
to meet you all.

Thank you very much for
having me on board today.

This is Captain Reeves.

Me and my crew cut our
R & R short because our allies

in Samoa needed these
transponders urgently.

Mr Williams, here - our co-pilot
from the New Zealand Air Force -

is overseeing the cargo.

He got signed off hours ago,
so why have I got passengers

climbing on to my plane
during take-off?

I'm not a passenger, sir.
Technically, I'm crew.

I very much doubt that.

Ain't no women
in the air corps.

Sure there are.

I'm Women's Auxiliary Force -
RAF,

which I'll wager
your Scotsman is as well.

You don't know
the first thing about me.

- Yeah, Taggart's one of us.
- Where's the light?

We've been to hell and back
together.

I don't appreciate
surprises, Miss Garrett.

I understand that, sir, but it
was a last-minute consignment

from the very top level,

and if you've read the order,
it's confidential.

I'm not supposed to ask.
All right, Miss Garrett.

Flight Officer Garrett.

6000ft and climbing.

Roger.

On course, Captain.
Top climb - 8000ft.

Miss Garrett,

how exactly are you
a flight officer?

This is Williams, is that right?

It's Flight Lieutenant
Williams

of the Royal New Zealand
Air Force.

Right. Sorry, Lieutenant.
It's very nice to meet you.

I thought WAF
were non-air crew.

Yeah. How's a dodo get to
call herself a flight officer?

- A dodo?
- You know, grounded,

like a penguin or a chicken.

Chickens can fly,
you dumb shit.

Hey, not very far,
they can't, Finch.

I'm not a bird. I'm a
flight mechanic and a pilot.

Oh. Well, excuse me,
your majesty

We didn't know you were an ace.

So, you've had airtime?

Yes.

- How?
- Before I was WAF,

I was Air Transport Auxiliary.

Oh. Well,
then you're not a pilot.

You're a delivery girl.

That's right.

Hey there, Garrett. Mm.
Now, the way I hear it,

99% of WAFs is lesbian,...

...and 1% is whores.

Now, you find that
to be true to fact?

And if so, which one are you?

It's a great question,
Private Dorn.

- We're 100% soldiers.
- Nah!

- Oh, you're a soldier too!
- Guys, I feel safer already

You're not a soldier
if you haven't been in combat.

Hey, lay off her,
will ya? She's doing her part.

And you are?

Staff Sergeant
Walter Quaid.

Whoo!

First name basis,
huh, Quaid?

Jesus, I think I'm feeling
a little flush.

Is my package secure up there,
Sergeant Quaid?

Oh, I got a big package
for you right here, sweetheart.

Is my package secure?

- 'Package.' Classic!
- Hey, come on, boys.

Cut the shit. Your package
is safe and sound, Miss Garrett.

Hey, what's in there
anyway? A decoder?

The consignment said
'confidential', Beckell.

- Ooh!
- Seriously,

how do you breathe with
your nose so far up her ass?

OK, gentlemen.
I know it's all very exciting

with our new guest, but let's
keep the chatter to a minimum.

Coming up to 8000ft.

Captain, the transponders-

...can't withstand
freezing temperatures.

I know, Williams.

We just need to get through
the weather before we level off.

Hey, fellas. All looking
clear where you are?

Yeah, all clear up here.

Yeah, all clear
out back. Why?

When we coming
under cloud cover,

I thought I saw something.

It would have been
nice to tell us then, Finch.

What did
you see, Finch?

I don't know.
Maybe a civilian plane.

It was just a second.

Are you talking about
the 11 o'clock,

about a minute out
into the ascent?

As a matter
of fact, I am, Garrett.

- You had eyes down there?
- Yes, I did.

Garrett,
you get a good look?

Could have been a single prop,
as Finch said.

Is this
like your loose hydraulic

- on the runway, Miss Garrett?
- Loose hydraulic?

Oh, Miss Garrett
came on to the plane

with her knickers in a twist
about something hanging off

- the end of the wheel.
- No, I-

We took off just fine.

Gentlemen, as much as
I'm enjoying the variety hour,

this chatter is distracting.

Let's just keep off the comms
until we get through the storm.

- Captain, I-
- REEVES: No comms.

- No, sir, but I-
- Silence! That's an order.

Sir, I have a visual
of something

on the underside of
the starboard wing.

Repeat?

I said I, um...

I saw- I saw something move
on the right wing.

They're called propellers,
baby.

And they help us fly.

- Clarify visual.
- I saw...

I saw a shadow, sir.

A shadow?

Yes, sir. A shadow...

in the signal lights.

The signal lights?

In the navigation light, I saw a
shadow. It went across the wing.

I saw. It...

It looked like an animal
of some sort. Some kind of-

- And I see it too.
- I believe it's Bigfoot

Yeah, or a gremlin

Garrett, why don't you
come on up out of that turret?

I only put you down there
to keep you safe

- during take-off.
- Sir-

Garrett, I'll swap
with you if you want.

- You'll swap with me, Quaid?
- Sure.

Top turret, bottom turret;
it's the same to me.

Crew positions
are not interchangeable,

Staff Sergeant Quaid.

- Then, what-
- QUAID: Look, I'm just saying

if she's having trouble down
there, maybe somebody-

I'm not having trouble
down here, Mr Quaid.

I'm reporting what I've seen.

Miss Garrett,
you're gonna be fine.

Non-negotiable.
You come up to the cabin now.

- Yes, sir.
- Captain, with respect,

we should keep our eyes peeled.
She and me saw something.

It may be nothing, but we should
keep our eyes peeled

at least until we're clear
of the clouds.

I assure you
this is not a combat zone.

We've never had Japanese
come this far south ever.

Agreed. Garrett,
out of the Sperry turret now.

Yes, sir.

Ow!

Shit.

Garrett,
out of the hatch.

Yes, sir.

Shit. Um...

Uh, sir, we have a...

a bit of an issue
with the hatch.

OK, Garrett.
Let me talk you through it.

So, you use the steel handles
that are right above you.

Yes, sir. One of the handles
broke off, sir.

- It broke off?
- In my hand, sir.

Those levers
are bolted on

by a machine in a factory,
Garrett. You can't-

I'm aware, Mr Taggart, but it
broke off in my hand, so...

Holy moly. She's Hercules!

We have a legend of board,
ladies and gentlemen!

Dorn, that's enough.
Garrett, pull the leather strap

- to the left of the main catch-
- The leather strap

on the auxiliary latch
is gone too, sir.

I can't force it open from the
inside. If one of you can-

You're gonna be OK,
Garrett. Just relax.

I am relaxed!

Easy there,
Miss Garrett.

We're trying to help you.

Uh,
there's a problem here.

Taggart,
what do you see?

Screws.
There's screws on the ground.

Garrett, you touch anything
down there?

- No!
- Anything out here, then?

You get curious,
maybe pull a lever?

As I recall, Mr Taggart,
you were shoving me in

with both hands.
I didn't have any time.

Dorn, Beckell,
give me a hand here.

- Roger that, Tag.
- What's going on up there?

Easy. Easy. To the left.
Come on.

Could someone please report?

Hey! Don't think
about it, pussycat. OK?

Keep your mind off it.
The men are handling it.

These wires are torn!

What kind of a number
did you pull here, Garrett?

I didn't pull out any wires!
You were there!

Wha-?

Sir, we're having some
trouble with the electrical.

What's going on?

Fuses for the
aft lights just blew.

Copy that.
Try and isolate the cause.

Sir-
- What the hell is that noise?

- Is it the equipment?
- What noise?

That. Did you...
You didn't just hear that?

Just focus on
the clouds, Garrett.

Do you see any more
wildlife out there?

Thank you. Thank you, Finch.

LieutenantFinch.

Thank you, Lieutenant Finch.

Jesus, listen to
her voice. She's cracking up.

Leave it, Beckell.

Hey, Quaid,
I'm not the one

jumping at shadows, OK?

If she hadn't jumped,
we wouldn't know

the hatch was broken,
now, would we?

Well, everything's
eventually gonna break.

I apologize for Beckell,
Miss Garrett.

He's not used to talking
to women.

Hey, this has
got nothing to do with her

being a dame, Quaid.
It's the position, see?

Belly gunners always go crazy,
and I don't mean 'fun' crazy.

You're just cooped up down there
in your little plastic aquarium

over a death drop.

No space, no time to bail.

Woof. No, sir.

You couldn't.
You could put me in jail,

torture me all the livelong day.
There's no fucking way-

- Stow it, Beckell.
- How's that hatch going, boys?

Am I sensing a tone
there, Miss Garrett?

Yes, correct, Captain.
I have a tone.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- 'Yes, correct, Captain.

- 'I have a tone.'
- TAGGART: Oh my God,

are you letting her
speak like that?

Quiet!

If I spoke to
Captain like that...

What is going on up there?

Miss Garrett,
we're trying to help you.

No, I am in
a compromised position,

and I am not receiving updates.

You are
an auxiliary civilian.

Correction, sir -
I am a Flight Officer.

Jeepers
creepers. Bitch has gone crazy.

This bitch has got 200 hours
flying over the Pacific

in unarmed planes.
Do you understand me?

No guns, no crew. No one but
myself through enemy territory.

Which one of you
can say the same?

This is not the first time
that I have experienced

a mid-flight situation,
but this is the first time

that I've had to sit hear
and listen to the Marx Brothers

talk about who gets to screw me
first while I try and do my job.

So quit the gink parade
and get me out of this bubble

instead of pitching a fit when
I tell you what I have seen.

Do you understand me?
Is that clear?

Is that clear?!

Next minute

she'll be pinning
a Badge of Honor on herself!

What can't ya do, sweetheart?

You're an ace;
you're an engineer.

Taggart, Dorn, Beckell -
leave the hatch for now.

Let's give Officer Garrett some
time to stop being hysterical.

Do not leave the hatch.

- With pleasure, sir.
- Yes, sir.

No, I have to get
out of this turret.

Let me out of the turret now.

Oh, her voice is like
nails down a chalkboard.

I am here to protect my package,
Do not-

- Me, me, me, me.
- Do not keep me in here!

Leave her in there.

I can cut her off the
main radio, sir, if you like.

Do not take me off comms.

Please do,
Sergeant Taggart.

And while we're at it,
let's check her credentials

against Auckland Airbase
and Samoa.

Get me out of the turret now. I
am here to protect that package.

- Cut her, Taggart.
- Do not keep me in this turret.

Captain Reeves,
if she's off radio

- and she sees something-
- Get me out of the turret now!

I think we could all do
with a little bit of quiet time.

- Changing band.
- Do not take me off comms.

Captain.

Captain!

Fuck!

Fuck! You stupid fucks!

Fuck!

Goddammit!

Fuck.

OK.

Captain we have a Jake,
5 o'clock, 400ft below us

in the clouds.
Captain, do you copy?

There's a Japanese Aichi right-

Fuck!

Shit.

Fuck.

I repeat - do not
reorient the Sperry

until we determine
what's happened.

We all know what's
happened, Captain.

That woman down
there has got a gun!

I knew she was dangerous!

Nah, man.
She's just plain ol' crazy.

She's been seeing
things from the start.

Garrett, do you read me?

Garrett, respond!

- Garrett?!
- Everything's OK down here.

Oh, Jesus.

Miss Garrett, you tell
me what happened down there.

Yeah, Garrett.
You tell the Captain why you're

taking potshots at unicorns.

Why you're sharpshooting
the wings off of Tinkerbell.

Shut up, Dorn!
Let her speak.

Confirm you just discharged
a weapon.

I did not.

Confirm you have a
non-issue weapon on my plane.

I do not, sir.

Miss Garrett, you have
seven men up here who just heard

some kind of ruckus
and a gunshot clear as day.

You calling us liars?

That was not a gunshot, sir.
You- You heard wrong.

Oh, I heard wrong?
We all heard wrong?

So what was it then?

That was the sound of a...

bird hitting the side
of the plane, sir.

It startled me.

That was
a fuckin' loud bird.

The bird carrying a fucking gun?

Officer Garrett,

if there's something you're
not telling us, now's the time.

Just tell us what's happening

and everything
will be all right, OK?

Sergeant Quaid,
do you have my radio bag?

Yes, ma'am. It's safe
and sound up here with me.

My radio bag is
our top priority.

That is the most
important thing on this plane.

I understand that,
Garrett, but-

But what?

- What are you asking me?
- I'm asking...

What are you doing?

And I told you.
It's confidential.

I understand it's
confidential,

but how can we trust you
if you keep lying to us?

Are you even listening to me?

Oh, come on, Quaid.
You're just riling her up.

Yeah, she's got that
whatsit - the temper-menstrual-

Captain, I've got word
from Auckland radio control.

- Go ahead.
- There's a problem here.

No, please. Please listen.
We are- We are in danger.

I don't doubt it.
Taggart, what are they saying?

Oh, you're
not going to like this.

Auckland says they've
got no injury reports

for a Maude Garrett. They don't
even have a Maude Garrett

listed on their WAF sheets.
They got a Maude Johnson

come over 10 months ago
from the WASPs, but...

Boys, we're chaperoning
an interloper.

Who are you?

Who are you, Miss Garrett?

There was an enemy fighter
in close proximity.

All right. Taggart,
force the hatch open

and bring her up
for questioning.

Aye, Captain.

Shit.

- Oh, you cheeky bitch!
- Taggart, report.

Oh, she's jammed the
fucking cogs from the inside!

- Garrett!
- Listen to me very carefully.

There is a Japanese Aichi E13A
in very close proximity,

quite possibly directly
under us right now.

The Japanese use it for
reconnaissance and combat.

I told you - the
Japanese can't fly this far.

Just because they haven't yet
doesn't mean

they can't start now. The Jake
is a long-range sea scout.

- Not that long-range.
- I know what I saw,

and that Aichi's going to be
back with Zekes or Type Fives,

and we're gonna be sitting
here with our asses out.

We got a hand crank
out here. Only a matter of time

till we bust this pearl
out of the oyster.

Guys, there's a...

- There's a- There's a big rat.
- Not now, Beckell.

Garrett, you're gonna start
giving us straight answers now.

Where does a non-combat WAF
like you get a gun?

Beckell, what'd you just say?

No,
you're talking to me.

Who the hell are you,
Miss Garrett?

Will- Williams,

are there- are there huge
rats in New Zealand?

What?

- Oh, Jesus.
- Beckell,

get off the comms!

It's got fur, hooks for hands,
face all mushed up.

Is that right, Beckell?

Answer the Captain's
question, Garrett!

Taggart, get that hatch
open and have your side arm

- at the ready.
- Aye, Captain.

Garrett, are you gonna
start answering my questions

or continue behaving
like an enemy agent?

I am not - repeat -
notyour enemy.

Then what the hell
is Quaid keeping in that bag

- up there?
- You mess with that bag,

and you have Riegert
to reckon with,

and if any of you know
Riegert like I do,

that's a court martial for each
and every one of you.

I'm not going
to contravene orders.

Quaid, she's bluffing.

I'm not sure
about that, Taggart,

but I know I don't wanna mess
with Major Riegert

any more than I have to.

Beckell, where did
you see that rat?

Where did you see...?

- I have a visual on the Jake!
- Oh my God.

The fucking nerve of this girl!

Garrett, tell us
exactly where you're looking.

She can't tell us
because she's making it all up.

Are-
Are you sure about that?

Because I don't know about you,

but I'm getting the
heebie-jeebies back here.

- Fuck!
- Taggart, report.

Somehow
she's over-ridden manual control

- of the turret!
- Sir, permission to fire.

Is that a joke?

Sir, requesting permission
to fire on an enemy attacker.

There's nothing
out front.

Nothing out back,
but Cap-

- She's gone mad.
- Garrett, cool it.

Fucking
spot down low at 3 o'clock!

You want me
to give you permission?

You wouldn't even
know how to fire if I did.

I was being polite.

Fuck you!

She hit it! She hit it!
She was right!

All stations report now!

All clear up front, sir.

No damage on top turret.

- Aye, we're fine.
- Fuck!

Radioing Auckland base
right away, sir.

- Fuck!
- Beckell, are you OK?

Jesus, fuck! One of
them whizzed right past my face.

Beckell, you're OK.

One inch different
and I would have been mincemeat!

That feeling
between your legs

is your balls dropping, Beckell.

Hey, fuck you, Finch!

This is impossible.
They don't have the range.

Well, they do now.
Look alive, boys.

We just became a combat mission.

Uh, with due respect,
sir, your co-pilot

is a fuckin' monkey, so...

Why don't you
shut your mouth, Finch?

I was stating the facts.

'Oh, b-b-but, sir,
it's impossible for the Japs

'to come this far south!'

Knock it off, Finch!
Time and a place!

Garrett, you with us?

I'm here.
What is the state of my package?

Oh, hey, hey, hey. Hang
on. She sounds different, right?

Is anyone else
fucking hearing this?

Aye, I'm hearing this.

Hey, boys. She shot
the goddamn Jap plane

right through the wing -
clean hit maybe 500 yards.

- My bloody ass!
- I saw it!

I saw a smoke trail!
I think I'm in love!

Pull your cock in
and listen to her voice, Dorn.

What is the state of my package?

Your package
is fine, ma'am.

Next to me, right side up,
like you said.

They'll be back.
If they attacked,

that means they have back up.

She's American.
Her voice is American.

Aye,
she's taken us for fools

from the moment
she stepped on the plane.

She can take me any way
she damn well pleases.

She's Annie Fuckin' Oakley!

Could be Frau Hitler
for all we know,

unless you care to
enlighten us, Garrett.

We could enlighten ourselves
if we opened that package, sir.

I am not an enemy agent.

And if you want a court martial,
then sure -

Go on ahead
and open the package.

Well, who are you, then?

My maiden name is Garrett.

My husband's name is Johnson.

Shit, you're married!?
Damn!

After shooting that good,
I was ready to propose.

Thought I was too much
of a whore for you, Dorn.

Oh, no one's too much
of a whore for me, baby.

Why do you have
a gun, Mrs Johnson?

Why the change of voice?
Why the whole Mata Hari act?

My mission is classified,
care of Major Riegert.

That's all you need to know.

Sir, we could just
open it and say we didn't.

It's her word against ours.

I wish I could, Taggart,
but the order was clear.

Whatever's in there is top level
and not to be tampered with.

Beckell, how are you doing?

He'll be fine.
He's not your concern.

That was your first combat,
right?

Nice change of subject,
Garrett.

Can I...

Can I venture a guess
at you, Garrett?

Shoot.

Are you a...

kind of a plain-type girl,
like a...

- school teacher type?
- Oh, Beckell.

What makes you say that?

Well, there was this
girl, you know, back home -

- high school. Margie.
- Beckell, please.

Well, you'd never
see her in any beauty pageant,

but...

You know, I could just-
I could talk to her all day.

Oh, Beckell, please stop.

She'd always crack a joke
or some kind of smart opinion,

you know? Had a lot of stuff
going on upstairs, like you.

Beckell,
time and a place.

Yeah.
I know, sir. Yeah.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm getting a little-

Maybe... I shoulda asked her out
or something, you know.

- Cool it, Beckell.
- I just get to thinking

sometimes out here, and now-
now with the Japs,

it's like maybe I'll never get
to ever tell her that I-

Beckell, I said cool it!

Captain,
Engine 3's in trouble.

What?

Sambo, what
the fuck are you doing?

It's not responding.

Sir, permission to turn back.

I'm thinking.

Sir, I've got bad news.

I've had no response on
the shortwave, the longwave.

Nothing.

Mission stands,
gentlemen.

We've been through worse.

- Wil-fucking-co.
- Yes, sir.

Understood.

Come on.

Shit.

Come on.

I have I have a visual
on something.

Can you be more specific
than that, sweetheart?

It's a kind of...

very large,...

very dangerous kind of...

...rodent.

Mrs Johnson,
I'm done with your nonsense.

I don't wanna hear another
word about it.

Garrett, listen to me.
You don't need to lie any more.

She's not lying. There
is an actual gremVin on board!

- A what?
- Like the cartoon?

I don't know, but...
but how else-

Well, the crazy's
catching, that's for sure.

I am not crazy!

Kid, listen to me.

First combat does funny things
to your head.

This is no gremlin.
There's just a witch of a woman

trying to manipulate you.

It's got nothing
to do with her.

Sooner you
understand that, the better life

you're gonna have. You hear me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What's happening?!

Captain, half the
auxiliary gauges just zeroed.

The hydraulics
aren't responding.

Yeah, it's cos that thing
just tore them

out of the bottom of the plane.

Garrett, that's enough!

Look,
if it's not a gremlin-

No, no, no!

It is not a gremlin.
A gremlin is not an animal.

A gremlin is
someone else's fuck-up.

But sir, how the hell
else do you explain it?

A 'gremlin' means
someone screwed up

and you're blaming Santa Claus.
It's a pass-the-buck excuse,

not a literal animal.

I saw a big furry rat
thing with hooks for hands...

Exactly the words
she used.

...out on
the port tail-fin.

Right, where no one else
can see it.

We've all heard it!

I've heard airmen talking about
these things for years -

mutant animals that
come to fuck with us.

Jesus Christ.
You've lost your damn mind.

She put the idea

of the rat thing into your head,
Beckell.

He brought it up himself!

Yes, after you
told him what to say.

I've been on an all-crew
intercom this entire time.

- How could I even begin to-
- TAGGART: I don't know!

It's whatever's in that bag -

some kind of
mind-control device.

- And I'm crazy?
- The hell is that?

She didn't put shit
in my head. I know what I saw,

and she saw it too.

The gremlin is on
starboard wing right now.

Prop 4.

What, Dorn?
What did you just say?

It's a real gremlin.
Look for your-fucking-selves!

You see it, Dorn?
You see it, right!?

There's nothing there,
Dorn!

- Quaid, do you see it?!
- Dorn, I...

Where are you looking?!

Sir, Engine 4's
now malfunctioning.

- How shall we proceed?
- Dorn!

Report what you actually see.

Sir, it is in the smoke!
It was a large animal, I swear.

- I can't see shit.
- It's her.

It's whatever she's got in that
package. Psychological warfare!

Hey, asshole! You
telling me I'm hallucinating?

Yeah, we can't
all be seeing things.

Sir, listen to me. It is-

Captain,
permission to turn back?

One thing at a time!

Taggart, I'm starting
to think you're right.

These irregularities
started with the package.

Nothing about that package
is affecting anything

on this airplane. Do not under
any circumstances, open it.

Sir, I just...

The papers said not
to open the package.

You didn't read
the bloody papers.

Staff Sergeant Quaid,

open the package.
If it's Riegert,

- I'll take the heat.
- Sir, I just-

Quaid, that's an order.

Quaid, do not open the package.

Cap, she wasn't
lying about the Japs,

and she wasn't lying
about the gremlin!

Lieutenant Finch,

retrieve the package
from Quaid and open it.

- Sir.
- Do not open the package.

Now! Whatever's in
that package is what's causing

- the failures on this plane.
- Yes, sir.

- Quaid!
- Shut it!

Do not open the package!
Please do not open-

- Shut your mouth!
- Fucking Christ.

All right, Walt.
Hand it over.

No.

Don't make
this difficult, buddy.

Look, I'm just following orders.

No, I'm
not giving you shit.

- Don't open the package.
- Just grab it, Finch.

He's outnumbered three to one.

- Do not open the package.
- Quaid, I beg you -

don't be a dummy here.

Please don't do this.
Please do not open the package.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Bloody hell.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

You keep pointing
that fucking gun at me, Quaid,

- so help me-
- QUAID: Back off.

Take your hand off
your gun right now!

I said back
the hell off me!

Jesus Christ! Oh, for...

I got it! I got it.

- The hell is that?
- Please.

That can't be what it
sounds like, right? Right?

You gotta be fucking
kidding. There's a baby in here.

Jesus, this little thing's tiny.
It shouldn't be up here!

Gimme the baby back,
Finch.

No, sir.

Give me my baby

right now.

Wait.

Yourbaby?

No fucking way.

Walt, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

We can't
continue this mission.

- Return to base.
- Yes, Captain.

Sir.
Setting a course back.

So, wait, wait, wait.
So this is your kid?

With her?

Man, she's married.

Quaid,
you guys are married?

No, Beckell.

Quaid's the stupid bastard
who fell for another man's slut.

You shut
your fucking mouth.

What are you gonna do?

If you think I'm letting
you talk to her like that,

you have lost
your tiny little mind!

She saved all our lives today.

She's twice the airman
any of you are.

Look, I had to stow it before,
but that's over now,

and until we land, one of you
says one more wrong word

to Maude, I will come down
out of the fucking turret

and I will take his head off!

Are we clear?!

Well, shit, Walt. We
would never have talked to her

that way if we knew
she was your girl.

We've been taken
for fools by the pair of them.

You have no idea how
fucked you are, Quaid.

He had nothing to do
with this, OK?

It was my plan
from the beginning!

What plan was that,
Mrs Johnson?

What plan?

My husband. I...

I was young when we got married,
and I didn't know.

I didn't know how much
he liked to drink

or that
he'd start hitting me. I...

The war came around,
and it was two birds -

serve my country
and get the hell away from him.

Walt and me,...

we were just messing around.

You know, until we weren't.

He left me when I told him
that I was married,

which I understand, but I didn't
tell him that I was pregnant.

I didn't even think I'd...

keep the baby. I thought I'd
just give the baby away. But...

I couldn't.

I don't know
who ratted me out, but...

yesterday, my husband
showed up on base,

and the minute
that he got me alone,...

he was gonna kill me.

I will not let myself be
dishonorably discharged

so that a drunk can
choke me to death

in the privacy of his own home.

I will not let my baby
become an orphan.

Or worse.

So, yes. I stole the letterhead,
I stole the uniform - all of it.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I just did, Walt.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Maybe I was scared, Walt!

I didn't know what the hell
you were gonna do.

I had to get out of there, and I
didn't know if you were gonna...

march me right back to him or if
you would just leave me again.

You came on to my
ship with a forged document

and a baby in a bag. What did
you think was going to happen,

Mrs Johnson?

I thought I could sit out
a cargo run to Samoa.

Yeah, but with a baby?

I didn't have any other option.

I asked the nurses to give me
something to sedate my baby,

and I got on the plane.

I just thought...

maybe.

Maybe if I was lucky.

Mrs Johnson,
Mr Quaid, soon as we land,

both of you are under arrest
by order

of the United States
Army Air Corps.

I have eyes
on the enemy!

Beckell,
you see the Gremlin?

No. 6 o'clock.

What gun do I
need to be on, Beckell?

All right,
let's keep it together.

- Keep it together right now.
- OK, everybody. Eyes on target.

Fuck.

Confirming three Zekes

coming up right behind us,
fellas.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Did you say three?

- Jesus Christ!
- I see 'em.

They're splitting up, guys.
They're splitting up.

Captain, they're
going to be on us in no time.

Can't we outrun 'em?

No chance in hell
with our engines out.

No shit.
Everyone to their stations.

Prepare for evasive maneuvers
and defensive fire.

Did you hear that?

I hear it.
What the hell is that racket?

Shit, there's something
on the top of the plane.

Quaid, it's heading your way!

There's something-
There's something on the turret.

- Quaid-
- There's something on

the goddamn turret!

What's going on?

- What's going on?
- What the fuck?!

Quaid!

Quaid, say something!

Quaid, say something right now.
Where is the baby?

Quaid, say something!

FINCH, SOFTLY: Fuck. Fuck.
Fucking hell. He's...

Quaid's down.

No, no, no, no.

Sir. Sir. Fuck, it's
gone. The fucking goddamn baby-

Where the fuck is it?!

Here they come.

Taggart,
take the port waist gun.

We're all gonna die!

You have know idea
how far I'll go.

You have no idea
how far I'll go!

Come on!

No!

Fuck!

Oh God.

Shh.

Hi, sweetie.

It's gonna be OK, sweetie.

It's gonna be OK. OK?

We gotta move, sweetie.

Hold on.

OK!

Well, Jesus H Christ!

If it isn't the love of my life.

Welcome back to the party, baby.

Shh.

It's gonna be OK.

Garrett?

How the hell did you
get up here?

Turn around!
Focus on the Zeroes!

Yes, ma'am!

Hold on, sweetie.

Get the fuck off me!
Garrett!

You keep that baby safe,
you stupid idiot!

Taggart! No!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Goddammit!

Fuck!

Never mind,
we don't need it.

All these gauges
are shot out.

- I can't read any of them.
- Goddammit!

- Dump the fuel!
- Garrett?!

How the hell
did you get up here?!

We have to dump the fuel,
the cargo, everything.

Gotta be dead weight
when we set down,

otherwise we'll explode
on impact.

No. That cargo is not
going anywhere.

Doesn't matter. Dump it!

Get down!

Captain!

Captain.

Sir! Sir.

- I'm sorry.
- What did you say?

What were you thinking?

No, no, no, no. Stay with me.
Captain, stay with me!

Captain, my
visibility's shot to hell, sir.

What's your bearing?

Captain, do you have visual?

- He's gone.
- Huh?

He's dead.

Williams, you gotta
land this plane.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- You don't have a choice.

- I can't. I can't. I can't.
- You've got to land this plane.

We have no other choice,
Williams.

You land this plane
or we die trying.

You gotta shoot your shot.

OK. OK. OK.

- I'll get your visual.
- OK!

If I'm going down,
we all go the fuck down!

That's what you get!
Uncle Sam says, 'Fuck you!'

Fuck me! Where the fuck
did you come from?!

We gotta set this plane down
anywhere.

- 'Set down?' Is that a joke?
- No, we're setting it down.

I just gotta find somewhere.

Is... Is that what Reeves said?

Reeves is dead.

Williams, head right! Head for
the coast. It's your 3 o'clock.

OK!

- Did you say Reeves is dead?
- Yes.

So, what? That fucking
golly's flying the plane?

Strap in, Finch.
It's gonna get choppy.

Is that a fucking joke!?

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK.

It's gonna be OK.

Walt.

- You're... You're hurt.
- I'm here.

Fuck! Shit!

Help! Help!

Wait, wait.

- Don't let this go.
- I never would.

Somebody!
Hey! What the fuck?!

What the- Hey, get off of me!

- Hey, what's wrong with you?!
- Hey, you!

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Beckell, hold your fire!

Watch out!

Jesus Christ!

Get down!

Fuck! Goddammit!
Oh, Jesus Christ! Garrett!

We're diving. We're too low.
We're too low to the ground!

- Come on.
- Wait, wait! My hat!

- Beckell, come on!
- OK.

- Come on!
- Oh my God. Holy shit.

Fuck! Dorn!

Dorn!

- Strap in.
- Oh God. Oh jeez.

Stop looking down! Come on.

Strap in!

What?

If you want to see Margie again,
strap in.

Yes, ma'am.

- Dammit!
- Why are we diving?

The elevators are jammed. I
can't get it out of a nosedive.

So we roll through!

What?!

We roll through to 180,
then a nose down is a nose up.

It'll get us out of the dive.
I can't do it alone.

Full left rudder!

Cut 1 and 2!

Neutralize the rudder!

Neutralizing!

Max 1 and 2! Full right rudder,
max right aileron!

Let's kick her right side up!

Oh shit!

We're not
gonna make it up!

We're coming in too
fast! No, no, no, no, no! No!

We're coming in way too fast!

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on!

- I got it.
- No, no.

- I got it. We're OK.
- No. Walt!

- I got it! We're fine.
- Are you all dead?

- Beckell!
- Garrett? Quaid?

- Beckell, you OK?
- Holy shit!

- Ow! Ow.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, sorry.

Oh my God. Williams,
you OK? Hey, where's Cap?

- We lost him.
- What? No. No!

We gotta go. We gotta go!

There's fuel in the lines.
There's oxygen tanks on board.

- We have to leave.
- We gotta get Williams.

- Walt, the baby!
- We gotta get Williams!

Beckell can do it. Get out
of the plane, Walt!

- All right.
- Go!

- All right.
- Come on! Come on!

Come on! Hurry up!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Move!
- Come on! Come on!

Go!

Come on!

You got this. Come on. Come on.

Hey. Hey, where are
the Zeroes? Huh?

Where are the goddamn Zeroes?

I think we got 'em all,
Beckell. I think we got 'em all.

Yes! Fuck yeah!

Take that, you fuckers!

Yeeees! Whoo!

No. No, no, no.

Please, baby.

Hi, sweetie.

We made it, huh?

It's a miracle.

I mean, I heard of stuff
like this -

babies getting washed overboard
on boats and such, but...

I mean, to go through all that?
It's a miracle.

What are you gonna do now?

I mean,...

you're gonna be in trouble,
aren't you?

- She's got a transfer.
- No, I don't.

Yeah, you do. Remember?

Someone lost her paperwork.

- Oh.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah. No, I remember.
I was there.

I saw what they were
talking about. I just, um...

You know, it must have been
a mix-up in the office,

you know what I mean.
Fucking secretaries these days.

You know, fucking dames.

What about 'em, Beckell?

Nothin'.

Maude.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry that I-I left you.
I, um...

I didn't do
what was right.

But...

everything I need is right here.

So...

Walt.

Would you, um...

- Would you-
- Walt.

Would you do me the honor-

I said,
'Don't let this go.'

It's OK. Mom's here.
Mom's here. OK.

Here you go.

Shh. Come on.

Shh. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Shh.

Shh. I know you're hungry.

It's in the trees!

It's coming!

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