All language subtitles for BlackSheep S01E01 (The Flying Misfits)

Five days after the Japaese attack
on Pearl Harbor,

the Pentagon announces that America
needs her fighter pilots,

which have been fighting valiantly
to preserve the Chinese mainland

against the relentless
Japanese onslaught.

Hit hardest by this request

is General Claire Chennault
and his Flying Tigers,

whose mercenary band

have successfully been turning
back the Japanese bombers

as they search for targets
over Mainland China.

So one by one these valiant
Americans leave China

and head back to their American
units to fight in the South Pacific,

with a special thanks
from Chiang Kai-Shek

and the entire Chinese populace.

I'm Greg Boyington,
one of those valiant mercenaries,

only I was having trouble
getting out of China.

As a matter of fact,

I was having trouble
getting out of bed.

A victim of a plane
that needed a new carburetor.

Most of us were planning
to leave China,

but Chennault owed
everybody back pay

and we were hanging around
in hope that he'd cough it up,

but it didn't look too promising.

Greg, its me, Freddie.

Did Doc Richard see you come in?

It's okay, he's at the hotel.
He's one of the ushers.

Okay, let's go.
How you doing, Norm?

Can you even stand up?

I mean,
I'm the bloody maid of honor.

What am I supposed to do,
hold you up

during the entire ceremony,
or what?

What's wrong with him?

Ah, he's been
like that all day.

I just think he's identifying
with Charlene,

bridal nerves or something.

You know,
you don't look so hot, Greg.

You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

I'm serious.
- You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Anybody got a bottle?

Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

China - December 1941
(10 days after Pearl Harbor)

Bombardier, stand by.

5 Minutes to primary target.

Bombardier take the controls.

My wingman, Norm Fraser,

had some last-minute plans to marry
an Indian girl he met in Calcutta.

I agreed to be the best man.

Damn it. I said
he wasn't to be moved.

Then we better leave him there,
don't you think, Doc?

Oh, yeah, at least
till he hemorrhages.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here

to join this man and this woman
in holy matrimony.

If there is any man here...

who can show cause why
this man and this woman...

should not be joined
in holy wedlock,

let him now speak
or forever hold his peace.

Due to the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.
Let's get the hell out of here!

Get going, Doc.
- I'm okay.

There's a slit trench where
the hotel cooks hide. I'll go there.

Let's get out of here!

Which way are we goin'?

Over by that building.

Are you sure?
- Positive.

Where's the slit trench, Greg?

I thought it was around here somewhere.

You know how much that fathead
Gen. Chennault owes me?

I don't wanna hear it.

He owes me for my last five kills.

I don't wanna hear it.

Then this morning he gives me a ship

that won't go 50 feet off the deck,

I end up gargling my gunsight.

Chennault can't pay you
until the Chinese pay him.

One way or another,
he is going to pay me.

Tell Gen. Chennault I wanna see him.

How are you, son?

Well, to tell you the truth, General,

I'm ticked off.

They said you were dying.

Dying to get paid.

Doesn't what we're doing here
mean anything to you, Boyington?

I'm a fair guy.
We've got a contract.

You're supposed to pay me $500
for every Zero I flame.

And right now you owe me for six.

I can't give you what I don't have.

It's against regulations
to have pets.

Get rid of him or I'll have him shot.

It's okay with me if you throw him out.
Help yourself.

No luck, huh?

I've had all I can stand from you.

I'm gonna get my money, Chennault.

One way or another, you're gonna pay
what you owe.

You see what I mean about Chennault?

A certified stuffed shirt
and a tightwad.

I never would've come over
here to begin with...

except I owed a lot of people money
back in the States

and I was trying to pay them off.

So here I was, no money
and strung up like a Christmas turkey.

I had a major's commission
in my old branch

at the service in the Marine Corps.

All I had to do was get 500 miles
to Calcutta and pick it up.

Right then and there I decided
to steal an airplane and get out.

Okay, come on, come on.

Come on.

Who authorized that flight?

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You don't have to like it, Boyington,

but you're commissioned
as a second lieutenant.

A second lieutenant, you're kidding!

I've read your old service record,
Boyington.

You were almost thrown out
of the Marines four years ago

for drunkenness and brawling.

You're lucky the Corps is willing
to take you back at all.

Personally, I wouldn't let you clean
toilets in a boot camp.

You're a pretty charitable guy.

You could begin
by addressing me as "sir."

My deal with the Marines Corps
was set up by Admiral Nimitz

and approved by
the Secretary of the Navy.

I'm to be reinstated as a major.

Tough luck,

you didn't make it.

Yes, I did.

You just haven't heard
about it yet.

Your orders are coming through
this afternoon.

I took the liberty of arranging
your position for you.

You're to be stationed in a rear area
of the South Pacific.

A little island
called Espritos Marcos.

You're going to hate it there,

it's the armpit of the Pacific.

Welcome aboard,

Lieutenant Boyington.

Major Boyington.

And get rid of that dog.
It's against regulations.

Why don't you take him
on your way out?

What's the matter with him?

I think he just hates jerks.

I am Major Boyington,

with the General's
personal staff in Washington.

Yeah, I know that, uh, it sounds
a little strange, but, uh,

you see, the General's
housekeeper died suddenly

and the General decided that he
wanted his dog in the Pacific.

Yeah.

That's right, I'm scheduled
out in three days,

but I figured you might be able
to get me an earlier flight.

To be frank, Sergeant,

I'm not getting along
very well with this dog,

and I wanna get back
to Washington.

Oh, no, that's fine.

You hold that plane.

I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Thank you, Sergeant.

Major Boyington?

That's right. I lost all
my luggage in Honolulu.

Flight operations
has gone into a real mess.

Had to borrow this uniform from
the General's aide in Waikiki.

Is, uh, that
the General's dog, sir?

That's right.
Real beauty, isn't he?

Yes, sir, a real prize-winner.

I was back in the Marines

and on my way to the South Pacific.

The troops of the Japanese Empire

overwhelmed the outnumbered Allies
in the Pacific.

As Bhutan falls, American morale
reaches a new low,

as one by one,
Pacific islands succumb.

Things are no better
in the air,

as the Japanese Emperor's pilots,

seasoned from years
of fighting over China,

wreak havoc on unskilled
American pilots.

American designers
are back to the drawing board

for swifter,
more maneuverable planes,

as the light,
faster-turning Zeros

descend on
the valiant, outnumbered
American fighter pilots.

As Marine foot soldiers
cling to the beachheads,

the war in the air
becomes paramount.

Victory in the air will guarantee
victory on the ground,

and a swift end
to the hostilities of war.

Hey, Sergeant,

can you tell me where Col. Laird
hangs out around here?

Uh, second Quad on the right, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You're already in big trouble,
Boyington.

Sir, I'm sorry, sir, but
I don't know what you mean.

You're supposed to be
a big-time hotshot,

six Zeros.

Well, let me tell you something,

I'm up to my brass buckle
in hotshots.

I don't need another one.

Especially not a rule- and
regulation-breaking drunk.

You got it?

Sir, I don't know what
Col. Mathis told you about me,

but we just didn't hit it off,
that's all.

And I'd really like to start off
on the right foot here, sir.

Who are you trying to kid?

"Morning report from air transport
commander on new arrivals.

I've got a Major Boyington
on board."

Major Boyington!

"The Major was a pickup in Calcutta.

"He's bringing in Gen. Moore's dog

from some little burg
in West Texas."

But that wouldn't be you,
would it, Lieutenant?

May I see that, sir?

Thank you.

That's gotta be a mistake
all the way around.

Oh, yeah?

Sure. To begin with,

Gen. Moore's from Pennsylvania,
not West Texas.

I'm a Lieutenant, not a Major,

and I'll bet if you check
A.T.C. regulations,

they've got a provision
against importation of animals

without military authorization.

If I were you, sir,

I'd pass this back up to A.T.C.
general headQuarters and flag it.

I mean, if you want to go to
that much trouble, sir.

You're damn right I do.

And you can bet I will.

You really think you're
pretty sharp, don't you?

Well, sir, any way I answer that
I'm gonna end up in trouble.

Let me tell you something,
Lieutenant.

We have just two books
on this island,

and everything runs
by those two books!

Now do you know
what they are?

One of them wouldn't be the Marine
Corps manual, would it, sir?

Right on target.

And the other one
is Naval regulations.

Nav Regs!

Now, have you ever seen
either of those two books?

Well, sir,
when I was in boot camp,

I flipped through the Marine
Corps manual once or twice.

But I have to admit
I'm a little hazy.

And to be
perfectly honest, sir,

I was sort of waiting for the Navy
to synopsize their manual

because someone told me that it was,
uh, a thousand pages long, sir.

1,256 pages.

And you are going to live by them,

every single one of them,

or you're gonna rot in the brig.

Now, get out of here
and report to Quarters.

And tell Maj. Sanderson
that you're under hack.
You know what that means?

Yes, sir, house arrest.

That's right. Until I can figure
out just who's kidding who

with this air transport
command manifest.

Dismissed!

Yes, sir.

Pentagon.

Admiral Nimitz's office.

We have an overseas call
for Adm. Nimitz.

Uh, the Admiral's in a conference
right now. Who's calling?

Who's calling, sir?

Tell him it's his son, Ted.

Uh, one moment please.

...prime importance.

This is for you, Admiral.

Teddy, where are you, son?

I beg your pardon, Admiral?

Who is this?

This is Greg Boyington, sir.

There must be some mistake.

I was told my son
was on this line.

Oh, no, sir.

I told your aide that your son Ted
suggested that I call.

He must have made a mistake, sir.

Where is Teddy?
Isn't he still in Honolulu?

Did he get his mother's cookies?

Yes, sir, he sure did.

They were a bit crumbled,
but they were great.

I even had some myself, sir.

Uh, look, Admiral,
do you remember me?

I sent you a four-page night
letter from Kunming.

And your office responded
and wired me

that I was to be reinstated into
the Marine Corps as a Major.

Yes, I remember.

There must have been
some foul-up, Admiral,

because it came through
as a second lieutenant.

I figured you'd want to know.

If you're in Kunming, how could
you have seen Teddy in Honolulu?

That's impossible.

Well, that's a...
that's a long story, sir.

I'd like to hear it, please.

Well, you see, sir,
I was transferred to...

And Ted was in...

...and then we met
in the Southeast.

...and we had a drink
before I was transferred to...

...in April.

We seem to be breaking up.

What, sir?

Look, get on with it.
Why are you calling?

Well, as I was saying,

I was re-inducted in the Marine Corps
as a second lieutenant,

and I'd really prefer
to be a Major, sir.

Do you think you could get that
straightened out?

You're already an ace?
You have six kills or something?

Yes, sir. You think you could talk
to someone for me?

Where are you?

Espritos Marcos.

Okay, I'll cable Gen. Moore.

He'll have your commission
papers amended.

Check with his office
in the morning.

Yes, sir and thank you, sir.

And next time you see Teddy,

ask him to write his mother
more often, will you?

Oh, absolutely, sir.
But you know Teddy's so busy with...

We better disconnect.
I can hardly hear you.

Good hunting.

Where's the dog?

Hey!

Is this dog chicken or what?

Who are you, mister?

Forgetting the fact that you're, uh,

not supposed to drink under hack,

you got crummy taste
in bourbon, Greg.

This stuff will rot your guts out.

What else is on your mind?

I'm from General HQ,
the other side of the island.

I got a report on you from Col. Laird,
so I did some checking.

Your military record reads like
something out of the Eight Ball Almanac.

This is very amusing, pal,

but I've had about all of you
I can stand.

Get outta here.

Maybe if you didn't start off
so crisp,

you wouldn't get
into so much trouble, son.

If I want spiritual advice,

I'll get drunk with a chaplain.

I also read that you were one
of the first American aces.

You shot down six Zeros
while you were with Chennault.

It's been swell.

You're about to get pitched out.

10 years ago I'd have enjoyed
having you try,

but now it's a lot easier
just to pull rank.

I'm General Moore.

That's nice.

Out you go, Sparky.

Just a moment till Sparky
gets his coat off.

Oh, boy,

I've done it again.

Betty Grable.

I have a few tips
for you, Greg.

General, about Laird's beef...

Shut up.

You're assigned to Col. Laird.

I think Laird's a first-class jerk.

You, on the other hand,
are a blue-ribbon jerk.

You run your mouth
with your mind in neutral,

and that can be
a very dangerous habit.

Now, maybe,

maybe when the time is right,

I can help you.

I don't know.

We'll have to see.

General,

I'm a combat pilot.

How many Qualified combat pilots
do you have out there?

I've seen the reports.

We're losing guys just because
they're so green

they don't know how to cover up.

You aren't gonna fly, Greg.

You might as well
get used to the idea.

You're 35 years old.

You're too old to be a pilot.

You got to have the reflexes
of a 20-year-old in combat.

With all due respect...

Don't pull my leg.
You haven't got any respect.

That's the one thing
I like about you.

Here, take this.

So that's supposed
to be my dog.

I wouldn't have
an ugly mutt like that.

But I'll let you keep him
if you want.

I'm gonna give him to you
to hold until I get back.

Oh, yeah,

your commission
came through, Major.

That ought to get you clean
with Laird for now.

And stay away
from that stuff.

What's the matter,
Major?

Just make it Greg,
will you?

Right.

I'm, uh, Larry Casey.

Just got in last night.

How do you do, Larry?

Looks like
a real bore here, huh?

This paperwork is endless.

Where does it all go?

I don't know.

I've been filling out these
supply forms for two weeks now.

Yeah. Well, you should see
what they gave me.

It can't be worse
than what I've got.

It sure can.

I'm handling the disposition
of court-martials

for the whole Southwest Pacific.

Can you beat that?

I'm just off the boat

now I'm supposed
to start slammin' these guys

who've been out there
fightin', into the brig.

You're kidding me.
Let me see.

It's a big responsibility.

And I don't think
I have the right training

to be making these decisions.

I was just thinkin' of asking
Col. Laird to give me something else.

Hey, wait a minute.
Hold on.

Look, this is something that I
have a great deal of experience with.

Then he should've given it to you.

You're right. He should have.

Larry. It is Larry?

Yeah.

Tell you what. Let's swap.

You take the supply forms,

I'll take the court-martials.

Well, I'm not sure...

I am. Let me help you with that.

Thank you.

But...

Hello, hello...

I don't...
I don't understand.

Why do you want...

Are you sure this is okay?

Look, Larry, how'd you like
to get out of this ticker-tape foxhole

and into a real combat unit?

That's why I came over here.

I'm a pilot,

not a paper shuffler.

I think I'm about to form
a sQuadron.

Excuse me, Major,

but, uh,

I happen to know
a few things about protocol.

To begin with,

they don't let Majors
set up air combat sQuadrons,

and second of all, all squadrons
are formed in the Pentagon.

That's protocol.

I never pay any attention
to protocol.

Where are you gonna get
your pilots?

All the guys out here
are attached.

Not those.

You're kiddin'.

Those guys are all screw-ups.

So am I.

This guy was a Lulu.

"A captain with four air victories

and a tendency to slug
superior officers. "

"Jerry Bragg,

"High school football, tops in his
flight class at Pensacola.

Drunk and disorderly,
assault and battery. "

Not bad for only four months
in the service.

This guy hits officers
and steals Scotch.

My kind of Marine.

I'm a little worried
about his flight record,

but we'll straighten him out.

What if some of 'em aren't here, Greg?

If they're not here,
we don't want 'em.

May I have your attention, please?

Hey, listen up!

I'm Major Boyington

and I'm the one who posted orders

for you guys to be here this afternoon.

I want the following officers

to form up on Lt. Casey.

"Second Lt. Robert Anderson.

"First Lt. Donald French.

"First Lt. T. Joseph Wiley.

"First Lt. Robert Boyle.

"First Lt. Jerome Bragg.

"Capt. James W. Gutterman.

"Second Lt. Michael Swenson.

Second Lt. Fred Josephson."

My name is Greg Boyington.

I'm supposed to decide who's
going to be court-martialed

and who's going to be allowed
to go back into action.

Hey, that's my Scotch!

Lt. Wiley?
T.J., right?

How'd you get that away
from that transport captain?

Lt. Wiley is under general arrest

for breaking the beak
of a transport pilot.

The Captain wouldn't let him bring
back 15 cases of Scotch from Sydney,

so he confiscated it.

I, uh, convinced the Captain
to share it with me.

You guys like standin'
around in twos or what?

No.

I'm forming a sQuadron.

Help yourself, Lieutenant.

I've gone through all the court-martial
records from the Southwest Pacific.

And I have selected you men
for your lack of brains,

talent for trouble,

and because you are
the only pilots available.

Now, for those of you
that don't join my sQuadron,

I'm gonna recommend
court-martial proceedings.

For those that do,
I'm gonna sign you up.

Any Questions?

I got a Question, Major.

Go ahead.

How about if I just knock you
on your backside?

You'd get some bent teeth trying.

Well, you see, that don't matter
much to me.

As you know, I'm being beefed already

for hittin' a Colonel in Sydney.

You're only a Major,

and kind of an old one at that.

Suppose I give it a go?

Suppose you do?

$20 on the Major.

Hold it, Corporal.

It's Quarantined,
don't go in there.

Forget it, there's a fight
goin' on in there.

Go!

I said hold it, Major.

You got him, come on.

Get him, get him. Go.

Come on, Major.
Get up.

Come on, get him.

You want more
or you had enough?

Oh, yeah,
I've had enough.

You're pretty tough for an old man.

Anybody else?

I don't know about the rest
of these guys, Grandpa,

but I'll fly with you.

Don't you know squadrons are
formed in the Pentagon?

Got a thing about
protocol, Gutterman?

How do you figure you're gonna
form one way out here?

Well, to be perfectly honest,

I thought I'd steal one.

You're nuts, mister.

In or out, Gutterman?

How old are you, anyway?

35.

You figure you're
gonna fly with us?

I never met a combat pilot
over 25 years old.

You have now.

Gutterman, I can fly a lot better
than I can fight.

Well, if that's true, you must be
one hell of a pilot.

Okay, Gramps, I'll fly.

Yeah.

Yeah!

But I believe you're gonna be
court-martialed before any of us.

You guys get enough, huh?

What do you mean? None of the
court-martials have gone through?

Yes. Uh, I'm sorry, Commander.
I'll look into it right away.

Yes, sir.

No, sir. The fact is we have
a lot of new men here,

and the, uh, the paperwork
is, uh, overpowering.

Yes, sir, overpowering.

I will, sir. Right away.

Lieutenant, I just got
a telephone call from ComSoPac.

Apparently none of the court-martials
have been getting up to Fleet.

Well, well, sir, uh, I...

Well, where are they?

You've been working on them for 10 days.

He's been working on supply forms.

I've been working
on court-martials, Colonel.

Damn it, Boyington!

Everything's in channels,
Colonel.

But the Fleet
hasn't received any of them.

That's right, and they won't.

Well, then you better tell me why,

and in one big hurry, Major.

Because I didn't file
any of the charges.

I disapproved them.

You disapproved them?

How many?

All of them.

You disapproved every
court-martial in the Pacific

for a three-month period of time?

Yes, sir.

You're joking?

No, sir.

Sir, the...
the way I see it,

if any of these guys
pull this kind of stuff again,

that's the time we nail 'em for it.

Not now.

Why not keep them fighting

instead of just sitting around?

I'm shipping you out,
Boyington. Right now.

You are through, do you
understand me? You have had it.

You are finished!

I am shipping you out!

Out!

I'm having a run of bad of luck
with my commanding officers.

I think you better move up
the timetable, Greg.

I think you're right.

I knew

if I could get this bunch ofjerks
up into the sky,

I could turn them into the best
fighter squadron around.

They had guts and orneriness
and that's what you need.

But I had to steal planes.
Before you can steal them,

you have to find them.

The best place to do that
was the General HQ

on the other side of the island.

I'm going to check squadron rotations.

You see what kinda base
you can scare up,

something isolated but close enough

so we can to get up the slot and back
without runnin' out of gas.

If we get caught doing this,

we're gonna get so buried
under official reprimands,

we're not gonna see daylight
for 25 or 30 years.

What's so great about daylight?

Some of the best times
I've ever had were in the dark.

Jim, we got to get off this island
in 10 or 12 hours,

or Laird's gonna drop
a net on us anyway.

I figure it's gonna take him
at least that long

to have the adjutant corps
type up all the charges.

You better get goin'.

Okay, Gramps.

Lieutenant,
what's been taking so long?

I've been outside
waiting for 45 minutes.

Uh, I'm sorry, sir.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Aren't you the Lieutenant

that went to get the medical reports
on the returning squadron?

Uh, no, sir, no, sir. See, you
have me mixed up with somebody else.

Well, damn it,
I don't have all day!

Of course, you guys don't give
a rat's butt about my problem.

It doesn't make any difference to you

if there are 15 or 20 pilots
flying in that sQuadron

with active cases
of malaria and yellow fever.

Since you're...
I'm... I'm sorry, sir,

see, I...I don't understand...

You got a squadron
coming out of action, right?

You mean 214?

Of course I mean 214.

Uh, now you mean

uh, there are malaria cases
in that squadron, Doctor?

Son, what have we just been
talking about?

Well, sir, uh,

I guess, uh,
I mean that, uh,

this is the first time that I've
heard about anything like it.

It's hardly the kinda thing

that you would spread around,
now, is it, Lieutenant?

Uh, no, you wouldn't.

I've got to process
all the medical forms,

and arrange to have
an entire sQuadron

airlifted to a temporary
Quarantine area,

and I don't have all afternoon
to get that done, Lieutenant.

Uh, well, now you see,
now, I haven't heard about,

uh, any kind of
medical airlift, sir.

You haven't heard, Lieutenant,

because until I read
the Flight Surgeon's report,

I can't make a decision

on whether we're dealing with active
tri-cycular gal-cometic malaria,

or just a dormant hyper-jaundiced
condition masquerading as malaria.

Now, the two symptoms
are almost identical,

unless you're alert
to the differences.

Uh, yes, sir.

It's possible that the Flight Surgeon

has misdiagnosed this whole thing.

Would it be convenient, Lieutenant,

for you to get them for me now?

Uh, yes, sir.

Thank you.
Sure.

And, Lieutenant?
- Yes.

Would get me some blank medical forms,

in case I have to alter
the diagnosis.

How can you, change the diagnosis

without examining the patient, sir?

By reading the blood toxin report

and checking it against the white
blood cell count, of course.

Something these flight surgeons
never think to do.

If they did,

it would save us a lot of time
and trouble, don't you think?

Why, you would think
it would.

You certainly would, yes.

Uh, I'll get, uh, 214's medical
history for you, Commander.

Oh, if you want,

you can use Col. Warfield's office.
He's in Sydney.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
- Sure.

Well, how'd you do?
- Pretty good.

I think I found us a good base.

Oh, yeah?
Where is it?

It's a little island about 60 miles
south of here.

The Seabees haven't finished the strip.

Before they could finish
working on it,

the war took a left turn and put
this little strip out of reach.

I got some aerial photos.

Looks like we can fly off it.

If we can get some reserve tanks,

we can make it to Bougainville
and back.

It'll be tight,
but I think it'll work.

I don't know, Jim.

Wait, you haven't heard
the best part yet.

As a matter of fact, it's what
makes this the perfect base.

See, there's a hospital not three
miles from the end of the strip.

And this hospital is still being used
as the main port of entry

for all military medical
personnel of the, uh,

female persuasion.

Beginning to sound
like a pretty good base.

I also ran into about 30 nurses
who were stationed there.

They're Quartered
in a compound near the beach.

I thought tonight might be
a good time to have a luau.

Um, good, okay.

Call Casey. Tell him to steal a truck
and bring the rest of the sQuadron over here.

Tell him we're taking off tomorrow
at 0800 on a hospital plane

and to get out of there
without being observed.

No kidding. You mean
you found a squadron?

214.

As luck would have it, it turns out
I'm the ranking medical officer

on this whole damn island.

You should read the medical record.

The whole squadron is
infected with malaria.

It's the worst epidemic I've seen
in my entire two-hour medical career.

I've arranged to have all the pilots
under Commander quarantined for 14 days

on the lsle of Munata.

How long will they let you
stay in the Major grade?

I try not to worry
about that kind of stuff.

Two weeks ago,
I was a second lieutenant.

I only got one Question.
- Shoot.

How are we supposed to get orders
to fly those birds over to La Cava?

Colonel Laird is still our CO. When he
finds out what you're doin', we're dead.

I've been giving that
a great deal of thought.

Damn, that's good Scotch.

Where did you get this stuff?

I didn't know there was this kind
of Scotch anywhere on the island.

Well, sir, uh,

I'd rather not say.

Stole it?

I gotta tell you
something, son.

When you delivered this bottle
to me this afternoon,

I figured, "Who would send

an old blister like me
a free Quart of Scotch?"

I forgot you were on the other side
of the island.

Dorothy Lamour.
- Yeah.

How are you and Laird
hitting it off?

Great. He's got me up
for a dishonorable discharge.

Well, all things considered, you lasted
longer than I thought you would.

Sir, do you have any plans
for this evening?

Plans, no. I just thought I'd sit
it out here and enjoy your gift.

Would you like to go to a luau?

A what?
- A luau.

Luau?

Are there gonna be any girls?

30 nurses.

And I've got another case
of Scotch.

Just what is it you want
from me anyway?

Nothing.

Come on, you'll never
make that fly, Greg.

But you give me just one minute.

I'll take these damn stars off

because I learned a while back

that Generals don't make out.

We were really bored
at Vella La Cava.

I mean, it was okay while
the Seabees were building the strip,

but after they left
there wasn't anything to do.

Really?

No, really. We were
stationed there for six weeks

and the only guys there
were doctors.

I mean, there was
one really nice one

but there were 30 nurses,
you know what I mean?

Getting a little buggy
towards the end.

What's his name?
I'm going there, I'll look him up.

Uh, Jim Reese.

Little Tennessee boy,
he was real cute.

And he was dating

30 nurses?

Well, maybe not 30,

probably more like 20.

The nurses really go for doctors,
you know what I mean?

Come here,
I wanna show you something.

Uh, hey, wait a minute.

You're not trying to get me off away
from the others

'cause I wouldn't wanna do that.

Oh, no, no.

I mean, you know, we just met.

Frankly, uh, we were sort of warned
about you pilots.

Well, uh,

I'm something
of a doctor myself.

You're a doctor?

I don't like

to wear this around the compound

because people keep coming up to me

and ask me for medical alcohol.

Uh, uh, isn't that kind of unusual?

I mean a doctor who's a pilot.

It's...it's very unusual.

Uh, what is it?
I mean, uh,

you're a doctor.
That kinda changes things.

That is obvious, eh?

Yeah, I mean, well, you know.

It's different with
doctors and nurses.

It's like we belong
to the same club or something.

You're right.

With reserve tanks,

I can make it from Vella whatever

to Bougainville and back.

Look, Greg, I'm a little
bagged right now.

Do we have to discuss
this thing here?

I admit we need a squadron and pilots.

Suppose I told you, General,
that right now under your command,

you've got a squadron that's coming
out of action two weeks early

with malarial infestation.

And this sQuadron won't have anybody

to fly their planes for two weeks.

Suppose I told you that?

Okay, suppose you told me that,

where you gonna get the pilots?

Where do I get them?
Is that the Question?

Right. All the pilots
are attached on this island.

You'd need 20 unattached pilots
to fly those birds.

Right, now, General,

if I could get those 20 pilots
on this island,

would you give me the sQuadron
and cut the orders?

There are no unattached pilots
on this island, boy!

So, forget it.

You're wrong, sir, there are.

Where?

Here, and there,

and passed out all over this beach.

You mean...

you mean all these guys here,
they...they're the pilots?

Yes, sir.

Capt. Gutterman there
is one of the biggest foul-ups

in the South Pacific.

And I recognize some of these other
officers, at least four of them

who are awaiting court-martial.

They all are, or were.

That's why I found 'em.

Shut up, honey,
I'm trying to sleep.

Okay, yeah!

At least you gotta admit
they're unattached, General.

Can they fly?

General, this is gonna be
the best damn sQuadron

in the South Pacific.

You give me this squadron
and I promise you,

you're gonna bag Zeros.

And I'm supposed to screen
Laird off of you for two weeks.

I guess you realize, Greg,
that if you don't pile up

a hell of a kill record
in 14 days,

you gotta come back here
and get dumped in the stockade.

Take a chance on me, General.

Take a chance on all of these bums.

What's the number of your sQuadron?

214.

Okay, if they come out
of action early, you got it.

Two weeks.

It's gonna be the shortest
combat tour on record.

Thank you.

What're you gonna call the sQuadron?

I'm gonna call them
what they are.

What's that?

The Black Sheep.

I don't want to talk
about it, T.J.

Come on, either you did
or you didn't.

The nurse I was with
has got a crush on some doctor

she met over at Vella La Cava.

She's almost engaged to him.

Gotta cut my tie.

Hey, you're kidding,
what was the guy's name?

I don't know.
Was it Jim Reese?

That's right, Lt. Reese.

How'd you know that?

Oh, I had some
of the same trouble, Captain,

but, uh, I managed to steer around it.

I gotta meet this guy.

Hey, here it comes.

Before we took off,

I got a hold of a 214 flight backup.

These guys hadn't been killing
anything but mosquitoes.

In the six weeks of their current
combat tour they had lost six planes,

and hadn't shot down one Japanese Zero.

Not much of a record.

You guys the replacements for 214?

We sure are, Major,
I'm Greg Boyington.

Maj. Buell.
What is goin' on?

We get pulled out of action,

they tell us to bring
our planes back

and report
to the flight surgeon.

Now they tell me
all my boys got malaria.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

Nobody has malaria. I got
two weeks left on this combat tour.

You know how fouled up
these Rear Area types can get.

I hope you get it figured out, Major.

These guys are supposed
to be fresh replacements?

They look sicker than my boys.

They are sick but they're
still willing to fly.

That's what makes
the Marine Corps pilot

the most respected man in the service.

I hope you don't really
believe that, Major.

I'm supposed to take your men over
to the hospital facility

on the Servace atoll.

You ready to go, Major?

All right, let's go.

Well, look at it this way.
If worse comes to worse,

you all get a trip to Sydney.

Some of those planes
over there can barely fly.

You take care of the ones that do.

And if you crash one, I'm gonna
knock your head off when I get back here.

I sure hope you guys
start feeling better, Major.

Nobody's sick,
I keep telling everybody!

Hey, Gramps!
- Yeah?

You wouldn't make a kid
like me go up in a crate

Iike this, would you?

Okay, we're gonna take off in twos.

I'm gonna take off last
and circle the field.

You guys warm up on deck.

Vella La Cava's about 50 miles
south of here.

Only four of you have flown combat.

Gutterman, Anderson,
French, and Boyle.

So, for now, you're flight leaders,

even though two of you
don't have rank.

Now, for those of you that've
never been in a fighter before,

they're just like the trainers
back in the States.

Only one difference.

There's a little button
on the stick.

When you press it,

it fires real bullets.

Let's go, guys.

Okay, you guys.

We only have these birds
for a little while.

We're going to have to make it count.

I learnt some nice tricks in China.

These Zeros can be shot down.

Just gotta know how to do it.

I'm gonna teach you.

You can start by learning
how to fly in formation.

Some of you guys are bouncing
up and down. Line them up.

Fly 'em straight and level.

Gutterman, will you stop crowding me?

You're about to take
my wing tip off.

We're supposed to be
flying in formation, T.J.

Did anybody ever teach you
about flying in formation?

I'm not flyin' in formation.

I'm flying in holy terror.

Now, will you stop
climbin' all over me?

Where did you get your wings,
T.J., in a raffle?

Just get the hell away from me,
will you, Jim? I'm not kidding.

I'm sorry about that.

What are you doin', Wiley?
You put a burst into me.

My mistake.

You okay, Jim?

I don't know.
Hold on a minute.

I got some trouble, Pappy.

My right aileron
is all shot to hell.

I'm... I'm sorry, Jim. I...I hit
the trigger by mistake.

That button is tricky.

When we get down on the ground,
T.J., you're gonna lose some teeth.

Okay, Jim, what're your damages?

I'm rolling into
a slow right-hand turn.

I cracked with a lot of left rudder,

but I'm banked over, Gramps.

I'm gonna have trouble
getting it down.

Okay. Everybody form up on me
and stay loose.

Okay, Gramps, I see a strip.
What now?

Boyle and Anderson,

flip to 10, 000 and fly high cover.

The rest of you guys get down

and get your aircraft
off the strip.

I'll fly you down, Jim.

Right.

Welcome to Vella La Cava!

Hey, it looks like we're finally
gonna have some fun.

Ooh, I think we got some pilots!

Okay, Jim, let's make a pass at it.

I'll stay on your right.

I can't flare it out.
I'm going in.

He's out.

Go over and get him.

Casey, commandeer one
of those jeeps.

Gun 'em until they're
100 yards over the hill.

Okay, Pappy, I'm on my way.

Okay, ladies. Let's go. That way.

Take it easy, Jim.

Jimmy.

I told you what
I was gonna do, T.J.

Pappy, I got $20 on Jim.

You're covered. Give me
an extra $5 at 2-to-1.

You got it.

How about you, French?

I'll take some of that, Pappy.
I want Wiley.

You want in?

I'll put $20 on T.J.

Give me the $20.

Hi, are you guys gonna be
stationed here or what?

Come on, T.J., nail him

Oh, that's nice.
That's really nice.

I mean, I'm so glad
you dropped by.

Yeah.
Which one do you like?

Well, the Captain's kinda cute.

Yeah, have you got $10?

Oh, yeah, but...

Come on, put him away.

I don't understand.

Get up, you guys!

We need a winner
or all these bets are off.

Come on! Come on now, T.J.

You can do it!

Are you in command
of this circus, Major?

Temporarily.

I would like to inform you
that this airstrip

is going to be off-limits
for all medical personnel.

You got that, girls?

Yeah.

I believe I'm in need
of some medical assistance.

Me, too.

Look, Commander.

I think you got the wrong idea.

See, these men...

You know, you don't make
a very good first impression, Major.

Neither do you, honey.

Oh, welcome to Vella La Cava, guys.

Let's go check out the living Quarters.

Casey, come here.
- Yes, sir.

Pick somebody and go find out
what's left of Jim's plane.

Let's go.

Next week, there's
a large concentration

of Japanese fighter pilots
arriving on San Mintos reef.

They're getting a strip ready.

We gotta blow up the field,

or our bombers are gonna get clobbered.

Conserve your fuel, gentlemen,

because returning from the slot
is going to be a major problem.

Maybe we'll get to scrounge up
some extra tanks over at Pelatau.

Uh, I'm here to report
on those two pilots

we got over at the hospital.

Capt. Gutterman's got a concussion.

So I'm gonna keep him overnight.

But Lt. Wiley tried to break
into the nurses' Quarters

on the second floor
and he fell off the ledge.

Well, l--I put him in a room
to check on him for internal injuries.

I went to get my medical bag,

and by the time I got back,
he did it again.

Where is he now?

Lt. Wiley is missin' in action,

somewhere in that hospital.

I sure am glad you guys got here.

Ever since those Seabees pulled out,

I have had one God-awful problem.

I've lost about 30 pounds

and I believe I'm developin'
a heart murmur.

War is hell, Doctor.

Uh, I'm Greg Boyington,
you must be Jim Reese.

I'm what is left of Jim Reese.

I'd gladly trade you guys
the floor plans of the hospital

for a little relief
from some of them ladies.

214, we're to be here
for at least two weeks.

Depending on the hunting.

Mmm. Well, you best get
your flak vest, Major,

'cause we got word
over at the hospital

that some Rear Area flathead's
on his way out here.

He's supposed to arrive tomorrow
sometime in the afternoon.

And I believe he's looking
to skin your hide

and nail it to the outhouse door.

Let's see the floor plans
of that hospital.

You got it.

Yes, yes.

Now, here in the Store,
I call it the Store...

Okay, I wanna remind you guys

that we're only here
to find Lt. Wiley

who's in extreme medical jeopardy.

Now, any of you men
lay a hand on a nurse,

you're gonna have to
answer to...to somebody.

Right, Pappy.

Come on, let's go.

You sure this is okay?

Yeah. Sheryl will take over my duty.

Hi, there.

Hey, Marie, cover for me, will you?

Hi.

Gee, I'm still on duty.

I'll cut it five minutes short.

Sure this is okay?
What about the wounded?

They're all asleep.

Hi.

Kill the lights, will ya, honey?

All right, this is Cdr. Delmonte.

Who's on duty here?

The bomber wing was getting clobbered.

The Japanese were moving more
and more fighters into the area.

We had to hit that field
on San Mintos reef

before they could get it set up.

Trouble was, it was deep
in enemy territory.

And getting there and back
with a bunch

of unseasoned pilots could be dangerous.

On the way to the target,

I decided to get in
a little classroom instruction

on ducking and flaming Zeros.

Gutterman and Wiley,
let's see a scissors movement.

Boyle, calm down.

Roger, Pappy.

Come on, come on, T.J., close it up!

You gotta stay tight on his tail
and cross under him.

Listen, you meatheads.

These Corsairs we're flying
can't turn with a Zero.

Zero's lighter, but we're faster.

You try and turn with him,
he's gonna cross under you

and rip your belly open.

That's why we fly in pairs.

The Zero gets on your tail,

you and your wingman
make a scissors movement.

Then you're gonna end up on the Zero's
tail and flame 'em. You got it?

Right, Gramps.

Got it. Roger, Pappy.

Okay, Pappy, we got you.

Okay, Casey and French,
let's see it.

Come on,
Bragg, Anderson.

Better.

That's better.
Now you're gettin' it, guys.

Gutterman, you're too close.

Okay, you guys.
new Eddy, two, five, six.

We need a shot at the strip
on San Mintos reef.

We're ready, Gramps.

Keep a sharp lookout for bogies.

Anybody seen one, you stay tight.

Don't break out without
checking with me first.

Don't fly on my wingtips
so close, will you?

If I don't move, I suppose
you're gonna shoot me down?

It's been known to happen, Captain.

Okay, follow me in.

And stay out of the trees.

Wiley, pull up,
you're coming in too low.

Get outta here.

Pappy, I, uh, kicked
one of those palms back there.

Why didn't you pull up, T.J.?

I was so intent
on strafing the field

I...I didn't see the palm trees.

Looks like I got
a little left wing damage.

Damn, Wiley, looks like

you knocked two feet
off your wing tip!

I'm losin' altitude,
what do I do, Gramps?

Increase your power.

I'll stay with this jerk
and fly cover.

You go on, Gramps.

Hey, Gutterman,

if you want to close up
a little bit now, it's okay.

That's very humorous, T.J.

(Greg)
Okay, Jim, stick with him.

Head for the bomber base
at Pelatau.

I'll take these guys home.

Right.

How the hell are you, Colonel?

You really think you're pretty smart,

don't you, Boyington?

We already had that conversation.

You keep asking me the same question.

Let me list the charges against you.

Disregard of a superior officer's
direct commands,

piracy of 20 airplanes,

the theft of a squadron number,

illegal formation of a combat sQuadron

without Pentagon approval,

conduct unbecoming an officer,

And I will throw in impersonating
a medical officer,

just to make it a round half dozen.

You left out a couple, Colonel.

Insubordination,

drunk and disorderly...

Well, l, uh, I don't wanna be
greedy, do l?

Why don't you get your Rear Area
butt out of my chair?

You know, I've been looking
over the personnel records

of the men in this squadron
you formed.

Capt. Gutterman

is a disgrace to the American uniform.

He has been dealing in everything

from contraband liquor

to black market silk stockings.

Lt. French has been under hack

almost his entire military career.

Oh, Lt. Wiley.

Crashed three planes

while undergoing Marine Corps
pilot training,

and I'll bet you've got him
flying right now, haven't you?

You have your facts mixed up, Colonel.

My facts are perfectly accurate!

They may be accurate,
but they're not current.

Lt. Wiley shot down
Capt. Gutterman yesterday,

making it four.

Ahem, it's, uh, five, sir.

He crash landed on
our bomber strip on Pelatau.

He's okay but he wholesaled the plane.

There, you see?
Now it's five.

You know, that boy has only
been flying for three months,

and he's already a Japanese ace?

Boyington.

You're as good as in the brig
right this minute.

Oh, it was very clever,
you getting Gen. Moore

to support you in all this.

With all due respect to the General,

he's not gonna last long
in this war either.

I'm gonna fly directly
to Fleet HeadQuarters,

and I'm comin' away
with your court-martial!

Get out of here

before I kick your chin up
between your eyes.

Take your hands off me!

You realize what you're doing?

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Get your hands off me!

Adios, Colonel.

You're under arrest,
for gross insubordination!

And you better...
- Don't you come near me!

Don't make me use this.

Take your hands off me!

Anybody who breaks
a regulation under my command

is gonna go to the brig!

Do you hear that?

And I don't care how many
Zeros he's shot down!

You're gonna go to the brig, Major!

You and all of these
drunks and eight balls!

You better get the hell
out of here, Colonel!

Keep away from me!

That's tellin' him, Pappy.

Shut up, Don.

Just shut up.

How're you doin', Pappy?

I'm doin' okay.

Where's T.J.?

I left him on the ground at Pelatau.

How's his plane?

Not good.

They got a Corsair on the ground
over there that nobody's usin'.

The pilot set it down two weeks ago

and just walked off into the jungle.

I'm trying to get somebody
to fly it out, but...

Needs a little work.

T.J.'s got a mechanic
workin' on it right now.

Says he'll bring it over
later tonight.

Personally, I think
we ought to ground that kid.

I'll have a talk with him.

You better have
more than a talk, Gramps.

I'll take him.

You take French.

I like the kid.

He flies a nurse better
than anybody in the service.

But come to flying a plane,
he's got no instinct.

I'll take him as my wingman.

We need everybody up in the air.

If he's gonna be flying,
I'll keep him.

Kind of got used to him yelling:

"Gutterman, get off my starboard wing!"

Keeps me from going to sleep.

Hey, Jim.

Come on inside, will you?
I want to have a talk with you.

Laird found us.

He's going to try and move
around our end

and bring this whole mess
up to Fleet.

Gen. Moore can cover us for a while,

but let's face it,

unless we become a pretty damn
successful outfit in a hurry,

they're gonna ship us
out of here in cages.

I got another piece
of bad news for you.

I was talking to a bomber pilot
over at Pelatau,

he says they already
got the word on us.

Special orders,

214 isn't gonna get
any fighter escort duties.

We know where that came from.

If Laird can keep us
from gettin' bomber escort,

we're not gonna get any Zeros.

Zeros don't come up after us.

They only go after bombers.

Damn Laird!
He wouldn't give me a chance.

Listen, Greg,

I don't like the man,
but let's at least be honest.

You didn't give him much of a chance.

I know.

Just that I got a weakness
for guys like that.

Show me a rule book commando,
and I just can't help myself.

I gotta stick my foot out
and see if I can trip him.

Sounds like a serious personality flaw.

I got more than one, Bunky.

Well, we're sunk.

We're never gonna suck the Japanese
into a straight fighter plane shootout.

They got orders to only
go after the bomber wing.

You got an idea?

Yeah.

Well, let's hear it.

I'm gonna get a bottle
of Scotch I got hidden.

And get drunk.

That ain't much
of a plan, Greg.

I never said it was.

I'm sorry, Pappy.

Hey, that's okay, Jerry.
Here, sit down, have yourself a drink.

I was just over at the hospital.

Got a lock on that side door.

Don't worry about that.

Anderson used to work
for a hardware store.

We'll get him to pick
the lock and make us a key.

Yeah!

You ever seen the light, Pappy?

No.

Heard some guys talking about it.

You know, it's spooky.

You sit around and you just know
your number's been called.

Ain't that something?

I ain't even seen a Zero,
and I got that feeling.

You do, huh?

Yeah, Pappy.

Why don't you tell me about it?

I don't see how that will help.

Listen, Jerry,

we don't have a chaplain here,

and I'm your commanding officer.

So if you got something
that makes you feel funny,

why don't you tell me about it?
Maybe I can help you.

I was just sitting around
this afternoon.

I got this feeling
I was a dead man.

I knew if I was going on a mission,
I wasn't gonna come back.

It's a feeling.

But it's real.

Get up, Jerry.

What is it, Gramps? Why?

I got something that's gonna help you.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, Bragg.

Yeah, Gramps?

You still see the light?

No.

If I don't die in the next ten minutes,

I feel like I'm gonna live forever.

Come on, Gutterman. Wake up.

What happened to you?

I know how we can do it.

I know how we can get those Jap
fighters to come play with us.

You okay?
What happened to you?

We'll fake 'em off.
How do you like that, Jim?

It's a hell of
a plan, isn't it?

Yeah, Greg,
that's a whale of an idea.

Why don't you pick out a piece
of the floor over there

and grab yourself some shut-eye?

'Cause in three hours,
we're going to be flying.

We're gonna be in the air
before the sun's up.

Extra fuel. Everybody goes.

You're serious, aren't you?

You better believe it.

We're gonna hit Bougainville,

we're gonna get every fighter
that the Japs have there

up in the air for a game of tag.

They won't go up, Greg,
they got their orders.

Oh, yes, they will.

This time they will.

Where you going?

I'm gonna arrange things
with the General.

Gonna wake up you bums at 0430.

I was sound asleep.

What did he want?

He's drunk.

I was having
a hell of a good dream.

Guess I won't get it back now.

This mission was important.

Even though we'd hit San Mintos
reef and put it out of action,

the Japanese just up and moved
the fighter squadron to Guam.

It was still pounding hell
out of the bombers.

They wouldn't come up and fight us,

and that posed a strange problem.

And of course, strange problems
bring strange solutions.

All my life I'd been a huckster.

I conned my way into the Service
and stole the squadron.

Maybe last night Bragg knocked
some sense into me.

Why should I spend my career
only messing with the Marines?

What the hell?
Why not spread it around

and start conning the Japanese?

In five minutes we're gonna be over
the Jap fighter strip at Bougainville

headed toward Guam.

Everybody form up in a "V. "

Like a bomber flight.

Now the whole trick here

is to make the Japanese think
we're bombers on the way to Guam.

Then they'll come up after us.

Everybody up to 13,000 ft.

Okay, you guys.

You just flunked the fighter pilot test.

You're now bomber pilots.

Let's get on their frequency
and sound like it.

This is bomber group to Charlie One.

We're at 13,000 and turning
onto our final approach.

Set up on targets

and check formation points.

Roger, Charlie One.

We have, uh, base leg operational.

We're set up on Guam.

E.T.A., five minutes.

Tail gunners and waist gunners,
keep a sharp eye out.

Roger, group.

We don't have any bogies so far.

Keep the formation tight
and stand by.

We'll commence bombing in five minutes.

Keep sharp.

Get the fighers up.

There's an American bomber
squadron heading for Guam.

Keep these formations tight, men.

We've reached our target.

Roger, Charlie One.

First assault squadron
is ready for run.

We're coming down to 6, 000 feet.

Standby.

Roger, we're with you.

Flight leaders, check in.

"A" flight, ready.

"B" flight, ready.

"C" flight, ready.

Roger, flight leaders.

Change back to regular frequency.

All right, now we've got
them on the way up.

Hold your positions.

Get set, on your guns.

They've tricked us. Alright,
now let's teach them a lesson.

Okay, here come the meatballs.

Break into twos
and let's go get them.

Hey, I got one eating my tail!

I'm comin', T.J.!

Get a little closer, will ya, buddy?

Okay, French, cover me. I'm on one.

Right, Gramps.

Way to go, Pappy.

Two bogies at seven o'clock.
Get under him, French.

Got it, Gramps.
I'll fly cover, you take him.

Casey, give us some help
over here, will you?

Hey, Casey,
where the hell are you?

I've got problems of my own.

Break left, break left, Jerry.

They're breaking off,
I guess they've had enough.

Okay, let's get out of here.

That's it, meatheads,
let's head for home.

How many kills do we have?

Uh, I got three, Greg.

I got two.

Got two, Pappy.

What about you, Gramps?

I got two of 'em, Pappy,

and I didn't see the light.

How about you, Wiley?

I got shut out.

Didn't get anybody.

Well, at least you didn't
get one of us.

There's some satisfaction in that.

How many did you get, Gramps?

I got five.

Eighteen?

That's gotta be a squadron record.

It actually happened.

We got 18 victories and no losses.

Sometimes, I guess, we just get lucky.

Congratulations, Maj. Boyington.

We just got a confirmation
from an Aussie coast watcher

and you have 18 kills.

We'd like to get your statement

or any remark you might have to make
for the folks back home.

You're gonna be an honest
to goodness war hero in about 48 hours.

Well, tell the folks back home

that I wasn't up there alone.

And that we just got lucky,
that's all.

Oh, go ahead and tell 'em!

Pappy faked 'em out,
and we kicked the hell out of 'em!

Pappy?

Yeah, that's right,
he may be an old man,

but he can shoot like crazy.

Yeah, I know, Colonel,
I think I'm pretty sharp.

Would you like to pull yourself away
from all this, uh,

glory,

and step inside, Major?

Excuse me, fellas,
I'm gonna get chewed out.

Congratulations, fellas.

For a bunch of black sheep,
you shoot pretty straight.

Thank you.

You have been charged
with disobeying orders,

illegal constitution of a squadron,

assaulting a superior officer...
Wait a minute.

You pulled a gun on me
if you remember, Colonel.

...piracy of
20 Marine aircraft,

and conduct unbecoming an officer.

Listen, Laird, you've got
big trouble brewing.

I doubt that.

Oh, yeah? If you wanna play
boy scout, that's great.

But if you try and court-martial
a squadron that just chalked up

eighteen Zeros, you'd look
like mud to the press

and to the Marine Corps
public relations people.

We will see about that.
- No, we won't.

General, I was just about to relieve
Maj. Boyington of his command.

No, you won't, Colonel.

Boyington is right.

We're supposed to be selling
the war effort out here.

Now somebody does something good,

you don't hang a jacket on him.

That just doesn't make any sense.

I don't wanna be argumentative,

but this Major is in my command

and I have the right
to bring him up on charges.

That is my right
as a Marine Corps officer.

I suppose that's true, Colonel.

But you've got no right to relieve him
if I don't want him relieved!

It's the same thing.
- No, it's not the same thing!

Technically, he can still command
his squadron and be under hack

while awaiting a general court-martial.

Here, look it up.
It's in the manual.

However, I would recommend
that you don't make a fool of yourself

and go on record

as court-martialing a national hero.

Our job is to win the war

and guys like Boyington are doing it.

General, this man
is not a hero, he is...

He is a bum,
he is a drunken bum!

General, you cannot run the Marine Corps
and not follow regulations.

You cannot...

I will not withdraw the charges.

Major, you are under hack,

pending disposition of these charges.

If the General wishes,
you may remain in command

of these, uh, men.

However, you will not be allowed
to leave your quarters when not flying.

And you will not be allowed
alcoholic beverages.

And you will not be allowed
to attend outdoor movies.

We'll see who ends up
winning this one, sir.

I intend to have Boyington cashiered.

You get out of here, Laird,
before I throw you out again.

General, you are a witness. This man
is threatening me for the second time.

Laird, I suggest you get the hell
out of here before he kills you!

Yes, sir.

I've got to admit, Greg,
watching you get into trouble

has become one of my major amusements.

At least I get to keep my squadron.

For a while.

Uh, those nurses still on the island?

Yes, sir.

That's why I picked this out.

Uh, you're gonna have any luaus?

Yes, sir.

You take those damn stars off.

War is hell, isn't it, son?

Patsy Kelly.
- Patsy Kelly?

Yeah.

Somebody once said that wherever I went,

I just set up my own Marine Corps.

There was a reason for that.

They didn't much like the way
they had it set up before I got there.

My guys stayed in more trouble

on the ground and in the air

than any other squadron
in Marine Corps history.

We were a haven for drunks,
and screw-ups, and troublemakers,

but it didn't seem to matter
to the nurses.

And God knows
it didn't matter much to me.

Some of us lived.

Some died.

But we were always
Black Sheep.

Just name a hero,

and I'll prove he's a bum.

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