All language subtitles for Shadow.in.the.Cloud.2020.1080p.BluRay.x264-SHITHORROR

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 your responsibility
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!

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.

Okay.

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?

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.

6,000 feet and climbing.

Roger.

On course, Captain.
Top climb, 8,000 feet.

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?

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

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

Coming up to 8,000 feet.

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...
- 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... 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...
- Look, I'm just saying

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

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

I am 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.

Okay, 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 on
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
okay, 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. Okay?

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.

Lieutenant Finch.

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, okay?

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."

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 here

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!

Goddamn it!

Fuck.

Okay.

Captain we have a Jake, five
o'clock, 400 feet 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 okay 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, okay?

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,
not your 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 overridden
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 three 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 okay?

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

Beckell, you're okay.

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 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 gremlin 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 'cause 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...
- 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 that 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...

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.

Your baby?

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, okay?
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
gonna 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. Six o'clock.

What gun do I need
to be on, Beckell?

All right, let's
keep it together.

Keep it together right now.

Okay, 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!

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 okay, sweetie.

It's gonna be okay. Okay?

We gotta move, sweetie.

Hold on.

Okay!

Well, Jesus H Christ!

If it isn't the love of my life.

Welcome back to the party, baby.

Shh.

It's gonna be okay.

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!

Goddamn it!

Fuck!

Never mind, we don't need it.

All these gauges are shot out.

- I can't read any of them.
- Goddamn it!

- 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.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

- I'll get your visual.
- Okay!

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 three o'clock.

Okay!

- 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 okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

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! Goddamn it! 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!
- Okay.

- 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.

- Damn it!
- 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 okay.
- No. Walt!

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

- Beckell!
- Garrett? Quaid?

- Beckell, you okay?
- Holy shit!

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

Uh, sorry.

Oh, my God. Williams, you
okay? 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!

Yes! 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.

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 okay. Mom's here.
Mom's here. Okay.

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!

♪ When I was a child
Running in the night

♪ Afraid of what might be

♪ Hiding in the dark
Hiding in the street

♪ And of what was following me

♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do-do

♪ Now hounds of love are hunting

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ I've always been a coward

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ And I don't know
what's good for me

♪ Oh, here I go

♪ It's coming for
me through the trees

♪ Oh, help me, someone

♪ Help me, please

♪ Take my shoes off

♪ And throw them in the lake

♪ And I'll be

♪ Two steps on the water

♪ I found a fox, caught by dogs

♪ He let me take him in my hands

♪ His little heart,
it beats so fast

♪ And I'm ashamed
of running away

♪ From nothing real I
just can't deal with this

♪ I'm still afraid to be there

♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do-do

♪ Among your hounds of love

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ I never know
what's good for me

♪ Oh, here I go

♪ Don't let me go

♪ Hold me down

♪ It's coming for
me through the trees

♪ Do, do, do-do

♪ Take your shoes off

♪ And throw them in the lake

♪ Do you know
what I really need?

♪ Do you know
what I really need?

♪ Love, love, love,
love, love, yeah ♪