All language subtitles for Black Sheep Squadron S02E05 Operation Stand-Down

He's assigned another squadron
to help us sink it. A Navy squadron.

You're right sir, I care.

You follow in 10 minutes with 500 pounders,
we'll take the zeroes, you take the ship.

Admiral Hawkins would just love it if
the wolves could get some quick kills.

Okay, wolves,
send them down.

Be safe, we're not gonna let the
jarheads get all the glory.

Ever since we landed on this rock, you
have been jealous. We sank that radar ship.

You sank a dummy, and
that's what's going on my report.

Crossing the Japanese-controlled
Solomon's Slot,

under the cover of
darkness and storm clouds,

Navy ships and planes
deliver vital supplies to

our Marines in
the South Pacific.

With the invasion of Arabella
imminent, the success of this daring

supply operation could
be the key to victory.

The area commander,
Rear Admiral C.W. Hawkins,

recently flew over the
slot to personally inspect

the staging area for the
invasion.

Upon arriving, he stated, "We're running
supplies through the

slot under the very noses of the Japanese,
but what they can't see, they can't get."

It didn't take the Japanese long to
get wise to Admiral Hawkins' brainchild.

They'd stuck a radar
ship in the slot, giving

eyes to the Zeros and making
spam out of our supply line.

Our mission was to
find her and to sink her.

The Zeros, they had other ideas.

It's time, gentlemen.
Break off.

Pappy, I'll be sucking air by
the time we reach La Cava.

I'm not flying a gas station. I want you
guys to run them lean and we'll make it.

La Cava Tower, Black
Sheep Leader,

we're running on fumes and
we're coming straight in.

Negative, Major, negative.
You've got an L5 on final.

-We see it.
-I'm out. I'm out.

Break right! break right!

So now good afternoon, Colonel.

Now that was a good
move up there, son.

You ever want a job with 214, you
got it.

Boyington, cut the bull. You know
we could have been killed up there.

Yes, sir,but you weren't. Personally,
I think my boys are entitled to credit.

Well, I don't. I didn't fly all the way over
here to get pranged by one of our own planes.

You didn't?

Boyington, Admiral Hawkins is burning
our butts over that radar ship in the slot.

Our supplies have been
cut down to a trickle.

And if we don't sink
that ship pretty soon,

-we're going to have to delay the invasion
of Arabella.
-And?

And he's assigned another
squadron to help us sink it.

A Navy squadron.

Good. We could use the help.

Boyington, their Navy.

Sir I don't care if they're sea
scouts. We could use the help.

They are his handpicked boys.

I don't care.

You don't care.

No, sir, I don't care.

Every one of them is
straight out of flight school.

You're right, sir, I care.

OK, Wolves, send them down. There's
a lot more room here than on a carrier.

Soon as we put on a little show for
the jarhead. Save some for the zeroes.

-What's that guy doing?
-He doesn't know. Why should you?

I'm sorry about this, Greg, but at least I got the admiral
to keep you on as commander of the operation anyway.

Lieutenant Commander Bud
Warren reporting as ordered, Colonel.

Bud, nice to meet you.
This is Greg Boyington.

-Hi, Greg.

Bud, can we always expect
this when your pilots come in?

Just a little youthful exuberance.

I've seen too many exuberant pilots end up
in the side of a mountain pulling a stunt

like that with half their
rudder cable shot away.

Greg, we just came
from the Essex.

-We didn't tangle with any Zigs.
-Thank God. No stunts. Right.

-Well, why don't I buy you both a drink?
-Right. Right
-Right.

These guys are crazy.

OK, Wolves, I guess the
jarheads know we have arrived.

So that's what a corsair should look like.

-They call this mud hole an airfield?
-Yeah, pretty shabby.

I've seen better emergency strips in the
States.

Hey, guys, here comes our gear.

Woah! You take a look at that.

-Wow. I didn't get my hands on that bird.
-What for? You just get a filthy T.J.

[Boyle laughs]

-Can't be our line crew.
-Pitiful.

All right. Our tents and gear
are on the R4D.

Just chalk the planes and
turn to honor a bivouac.

Hey, buddy, don't you
know how to salute?

Oh, yes, sir. I know how to salute.

Yes, sir. Sergeant Anderson,
sir. Please forgive me.

Yes, sir. You heard the
man. Chock'em.

Let's go. Move! Move!

I beg your pardon, sir. We've been out here
a little too long. Swamp fever, you know.

Where's officer country?
We need a drink.

Yes, sir. Corpral Cassey!!!

Yes, sir.

I want you to take a six by
take this man to the officers club.

-Yes, sir.
-Make sure you go the short way
around the south side of the island.

Right this way, sirs.

Whoever heard of putting a field on one side
of the island and the camp on the other?

-Gentlemen, would you like a bite?
-I get it.

[Growling and Barking]

Nice doggy. Nice doggy.

That's not a dog, T.J. That's a wolf.

-If we had some fresh meat or something, we could...
-Fresh meat? When's the last time you saw fresh meat?

Give me a shirt.

-Attaboy, meatball.
-Go get it, boy.

Hey, there must be a gross in here.
Two-ply!

Hey, you know what? We could trade the CB
for that beer cooler. Have nice cold beer.

Cold beer? This thing's so nice.

What are you getting, soft chub lips?
We could have cold beer.

Yeah, soft.

You college boys, we'll
get in a heap of trouble.

Get lost. Don't worry about it, man.

If they didn't warn you.

Wow!

They got any spare plugs?

You don't go up at the same time every day.

No, irregular intervals.

Why don't we go in under the
radar, on the deck?

On the deck, we could get within
10 miles that the entire

Imperial fleet never see him.
And there's another consideration.

Zeros love to catch us
so close to the water.

In the Navy, we're used
to flying on the deck.

I mean, I've been bounced down there and
I've never come out on the short end yet.

Well, then you were lucky.

Major, why don't we discuss how
you are going to fly the mission?

I have got to get back
to the Espritos Marcos.

Yes, sir. I'll take my
boys up in the slot first.

You follow in 10 minutes with 500 pounders.
We'll take the zeros, you take the ship.

Greg, could we reverse that?

I mean, Admiral Hawkins would just love it
if the wolves could get some quick kills.

Now, and if...

Bud your boys have
never tangled with zeros.

Don't you think it would be
better to ease them into it?

- I know you're in command here, but Admiral Hawkins...
- Isn't here.

Who ever heard of
putting the field on one

side of the island and
the camp on the other?

What are you talking about?

Hey, here's our airplane and our line crew.

-They ran us on a wild goose chase.
-Who did?

-The line crew.
-Oh, excuse me.

Bud I'd like you to meet
my pilots, the black sheep.

These refugees are pilots?

I don't look like a pilot?

-No, you...
-Knock it off, knock it off.

This club is secured. Move out. Move it.

Gentlemen, I don't like this
situation any more than you do,

but until you sink that radar ship,
you're just going to have to live with it.

Those guys thought we were the line crew.

You don't look good enough to be
a line crew, and the colonel's right.

I don't want any trouble. Colonel Lard?

I want to talk to you, sir.

We came in here with a plane load of gear.
This is what we got.

-Well, I'll take care of it, sir.
-And keep your dog away from Sheba. She's in heat.

Come on, meatball.

Boy, do I care. Do I care.

We took off as scheduled,
15 minutes before the wolves,

which put us about
60 miles ahead of them.

I knew the radar ship would pick us up
and hide until we passed, but with luck,

they'd be coming back out about
the time the wolves swept over.

I wanted that radar ship
quickly for a lot of reasons,

not the least
of which was getting

the wolves off the island before we had a
war between the black sheep and the Navy.

I'm getting tired of seeing
you on your back, T.J.

Hey, it's not my fault,
Pappy.

Until Micklin gets me a new accumulator,

it's the only way the
gear can come up.

No stunting, huh?

All right, wolves. Mount up.

We got zekes. 11 o'clock low.
We got an angle on it, Pappy.

Our job's is to give the Navy breathing room.

Take what you can, but keep moving north.

[engine noise]

You got him! You got him!

-Stay with him, Don. I got you covered.
-Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

Good shooting, Don. All right.

Bud, zero at two o'clock.
What do you say, Bud?

Are we gonna let the
jarheads get all the glory?

-First division, go get 'em.
-All right. Come on, wolves!

We got her! We got her! Owl!
We got her, you guys! We got her!

Wait til those jarheads here about that one.

I had a veterinarian tell me once
that, uh, feet and bones clean their teeth.

Major.

We have most of our tents back, but we're
still missing a gross of toilet paper,

10 boxes of Hershey bars, two electric
razors, seven personal photographs,

six of girlfriends,
one of a mother.

They've been out here too long.
Leave the list, and I'll see what I can do.

One of a mother.

I thought you said no stunting, Major.

That's right, that's what I said.

One of your pilots did a roll on
takeoff and all my boys saw it.

Well, that was TJ.
That's the only way he can get his gear up.

Oh.

Huh.

Well, did you hear that we got a zero?

Did you hear that two
cargo planes went down?

You've been up there for two
weeks without scoring, Major.

This was our first mission.

We've been flying without a squadron cover.

You can, Major, anytime you say.

That's not up for discussion.

Are you afraid that me and
my boys will run up a score?

You and your boys couldn't run up
a score in San Diego on a payday.

You don't fly teams, no coordination.
You're not a squadron, you're a gaggle.

Now, let me tell you something.

If you and your squadron ever
chase cripples or drop eggs,

I personally am gonna
ground you and your squadron.

Is that clear, mister?

Bars closed.

Yes, thank you, Dottie.

You boys were told to report for your
semi-annual flight physicals at 1600 Wednesday.

It's 3 30.

Last Wednesday.

You're a week overdue.

You either get them now or you're grounded.

-Right, you're gonna fly a place for us?
-Hey!

I mean it.

- Aw, come on, Dottie.
- Let's go.

Put the beer down, the cards, let's go.

All right, all right, all right.

Come on, Boyle, I'll spare you a card.

T.J.

TJ?

Okay, okay.

In a minute.

In a minute.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Good afternoon.

Thank you, Ensign.

(door creaking)

Mind if I join you?

You old enough to drink?

No.

You know, that zero
really got inside me today.

Yeah, they have a nasty
habit of doing things like that.

You guys don't seem to
have any trouble with them?

Hey, maybe it's your airplane.

What is it, TJ?

Nothing, Dougie.

How high were you when you
were tangled with that Zeke?

Uh, about 10,000.

Lucky.

Lucky?

What do you mean, lucky?

Nothing, you'll be just fine.

Just let me give you a tip, stay
as high as you can in this thing.

Are you trying to tell me
that this airplane is no good?

TJ, this is the newest,
hottest Corsair off the line.

It carries twice the ammo,
additional armor plating,

a water injection system
for a boost of 250...

250 horsepower, pylons for bombs,
a drop tanks, new gun sights, I know.

You've flown one of these?

Dougie, you're a nice guy.

Just keep your altitude and,

remember you're packing about
2,000 more pounds of junk than you need.

You'll be okay.

It's too heavy, huh?

Yeah, I didn't say that.

Don't you tell anybody I said that.

I won't.

You can get me in a lot of trouble.

Last guy who squawked about flying
these, he got sent to the Aleutians.

Not me.

I don't like the snow.

TJ.

-Look, we were told that these planes...
-Oh, I know, I know. And so are we.

Hey, let me show you
what you should be flying.

See, TJ, that looks kind of beat.

Hey, no offense, Dougie, but it takes an
experienced eye to judge a fighting ship.

Come on.

Huh?

What do you think?

I think...

Hey, TJ.

Are these bullet holes?

Sure are.

Did you mind?

No, be my guest.

You've only got one kill.

Hey, you know, some guys go in
for hanging that junk all over their bird.

Good ones don't have to flaunt it.

Some of your instruments are missing.

It's all in the balance.

The balance between nerve and weight.

A good pilot doesn't need all that garbage.

Give me a full moon and a 20 knot tailwind,
I'll fly this bird all the way to Tokyo.

Without a compass.

TJ.

I got an idea.

Yeah?

A little tighter.

There you go.

That bird better have my spares.

Hey, Louie, what are you doing here?

Admiral Hawkins sent me.

He said congratulations for your zero.

-What a great guy.
-Turkey.

About your friends.

Yeah.

What else we got here?

Hey, you got any parts
in that arc for the 214?

Nope, just the admiral's cook
and some goodies for his boys.

Well, you tell that candy
button two-striper that

Master Sergeant Andy Michlin's
gonna stuff him in his own pocket.

If he fly in the wall off
the storey restaurant,

he can sure as hell
fly in the parts I need.

Hey, wait a minute, Sergeant.

Wait a minute.

You don't talk about a Navy admiral
that way, do you understand me?

Oh, I don't.

Let me give you a little taste of how
I talk to a Lieutenant Commander.

Boyington!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh-oh.

I thought I was dreaming.
That is real Turkey I smell.

And cranberry sauce.
And pumpkin pie.
And fresh fruit.

Hey, you guys, are we gonna take this?

Seems to me we asked for it.

Attention here.

Attention, please.

I would like to propose a
toast to Admiral C.W. Hawkins,

the finest commander
in the fleet.

And to the loveliest
nurses-- correct that--

loveliest women on
either side of the Pacific.

Here, here.

Hey, I know how we can get in there.

[CHEERING]

Here you go jarhead.
10,20,30,40,45,50

Thank you very much sir.

OK, 10. 10's my point. 10's my point.

Alright tell ya what, $100 says he
rolls a 6 and an 8 before he gets a 10.

-6 and an 8?
-Yeah.
-Woah, you're on.

Give me the 10. 10 for trapped.
10 for trapped...

[Screaming]

6, 6, 6.

No, no, no, wait.

OK, here we go.

What's bothering you, TJ?

What's bothering me?
You want to know what's bothering me?

The way you sell out for a Turkey dinner.

Well, it wasn't the dinner, TJ.

What was it?

Here we are.

Thank you, gentlemen.

8.

[LAUGHTER]

Thank you very much, Simon. Thank you very much.

10, aye what'd I tell you. It's a 10.
I'm hot.

Come on, pay up.

Yeah, you're hot. Hot for nickels and dimes.
Why don't you roll for some real dough?

All right, all right. Put your real... doe out there.

-Somebody cover me here.
-We're tapped out.

You sharpies got the class to take an IOU?

-Sure, you got collateral with us.
-All right, here we go.

OK, this is 6. 6 is my point.

Sheba, sheba, come here.

Sheba, come here.

Sheba, get over here.

Sheba!

You want me to catch
her for you, Commander?

No, no, it's all right.

You could do me a favor, though.

Go tell Louie to make me a Turkey sandwich,

a cold Turkey sandwich on rye
bread, lots of Mayo, lots of lettuce--

You haven't heard.

Heard what?

-We lost Louie to the 214th in a card game.

Louie?

Boyington!

We took off the next morning to try again.

It was the same mission,
the same 20-minute interval.

The only difference was TJ somehow
had talked Dougie out of his airplane.

TJ, I can't get the
landing gear to retract.

Just roll her over.

Gear up. Thanks.

Hey, the fuel Gauge isn't reading.

Oh, yeah, try turning on the landing light.

Wire are crossed or something?

TJ, if that boy gets hurt,
you're going to answer to me.

Hey, come on, Pappy, I fly it.

Ziggs, 10 o'clock high.

Oh, Dougie, this bird's hotter
than boiled on a Saturday night.

French, keep your eyes open.

Watch out on your left.
Open up, open up.

Keep your eyes peeled. The sooner we get that
radar ship, the sooner we can go after those zeros.

Bud the ship in the water off Point Sabu.

That's her.

Let's go, Wolves.

Woooo! She's a sitting duck.

We got her, we got her.
[Howls]
We got her.

La Cava Tower, all clear.
Radio Adderall C.W. Hawkins, comms alpac.

Spotted Japanese radar ship
two miles off Point Sabu, period.

Sunk same, period. Warren

Looks like they've had it.

Take them home, KC.

I want to see what's
left of that radar ship.

I'm not so sure I want to fly
with you flying wrecks up there.

[Pffft]

First, it looked like a legit kill,
but something was bugging me.

On the third pass, I knew what it was.

You got her, I can't believe it.

I saw it, but I don't believe it.
Those sailor boys really got him.

And we did it, we did it, we got her.
We blew her out right out of the ocean.

We got her.
[Howl]

I think that Corsair we
shot down two weeks ago,

and you're just
too crazy to admit it.

I think you might be right about that.

We'll switch back, come
on, I'll buy you a drink.

Hey, Micklan, you know
anything about radar?

A little.

How much would a ship's radar dish weigh?

I said I knew a little.

What do you think it could float?

About like a bowling ball.

Yeah, well, that's what I thought.

Boyington, I think
congratulations are in order.

You sank a dummy.

Wait, what?

I flew over the wreckage, part
of the superstructure, the bridge,

the entire radar dish, they were
floating, it must have been made of wood.

You are nuts.

I saw it blow.

You saw a dummy blow.

Ever since we landed on this
rock, you have been jealous of us.

You were jealous of our gear, you're
jealous of our Corsairs, even our cook.

And now you can't stand
the thought that we have done

something that you and
your black sheep couldn't do.

We sank that radar ship.

You sank a dummy.

And that's what's going on my report.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna let him get away with that?

Hey, Pappy!

No.

I think it's about time that
we sheared us some sheep.

Stealing the admiral's chief cook.

Oh, sir, we won that cook in a card game.

Misappropriation of government
property, one Corsair 3577 Niner.

Sir, that was simple horse trading, sir.

Exhibiting marked
disrespect for a fellow officer.

I'm afraid you had me there, sir.

I don't want you anywhere, Boyington.

It took every trick
in the book to stop

Admiral Hawkins from
having you court-martialed.

Shut up.

Lousy Navy chow.

Sir, why don't you use
our cook he's available?

I didn't give you an ease, mister.

In 48 hours, 10,000 Marines will
sail up this slot to invade Arabella.

If that radar ship is still there, most
of them will end up on the bottom.

Over the list of charges
Warren made,

How the hell can you expect
anyone to believe you?

[Sighs]

-At ease, at ease, Greg.
-Thank you, sir.

Now the admiral has
ordered the 214 to stand down.

General,

Now I convinced him that until the invasion
is over, we needed the air support.

Now he agreed on one condition,
that Warren be put in command.

Sir, that man is so green he
can't whip his own men into line.

You should have thought of that
before you started a war with the Navy.

Now I don't give a damn who's in charge.

-The only thing I care about are those Marines.
-So do I, sir.

Then what are you going
to do about that radar ship?

I don't know, sir.

I spent all night thinking about
those Marines, then I got an idea.

There was this beat-up glider
sitting out by the edge of the runway.

Our gliders were made of wood and
wood doesn't get picked up on radar.

Boyington, where are your men?
We take off in five minutes.

They'll be on.

Look, Ma, no teeth.
[Giggles]

Hey, look.

Back off, folks.
Mount up!

Down.

(laughing)

Uh, you want to go mount up, sailor?

You better button up, Marine.

-Oh, "I am in charge".
-I think he's mad.

Changing the flight plan, we go up first.

You follow, Major.

In about 20, oh, let's
make that 30 minutes.

-What did he want?
-He's changing the flight plan.

He wants us up in 30 minutes.

We wait 30 minutes, half
those birds will be in a drink.

That's right, Boyle.
We're going up in five minutes.

Let's just see how those black sheep
like cool in there, heels for 20 minutes.

Well?

Well, give me a week, three riggers, some silk
and a new radio, and I'll hang it in a museum.

I'll give you 24 hours and
it has to sail up the slot.

24 hours?

That's a day.

Well, Pappy, I still don't understand
what you're gonna do with this thing.

Jerry, this bird is made out of wood and fabric.

It can't be picked up by the radar.
So we take it up, release it over the slot.

And when she spots the
radar ship, we scramble.

Yeah, well, I sure wouldn't want
to be over the slot in this paper cut.

Well, boy, you won't
have to worry about it.

We need someone that has some
experience flying without power.

Big Don's the man.

(cheering)

-You're the best!
-This ain't any amount of slingshot.

I'll cut you one.

All right, let's go.
[Laughing]

Zeke's 10 o'clock low.

Okay, Wolves, stay with your wingman.

(music).

Where did they go?

They're behind us.

Stick to your leaders, wingman.

Damn it, I said stick to your leaders.

Stay on board and we're coming.

We could hear wolves on the
radio and it didn't sound good.

Waiting just five minutes
may have been too much.

Break right 11.

Now!

Throw them at him, Dougie!

(music)

Hey, I'm hit!

Get him off me, will you get him off me?

I'm on him, Dougie.

Jump, Dougie, get out of there!

Get out of there, Dougie, come on!

Damn it, boy, jump!

Dougie!

Come on, Dougie, get out, will you?

(music)

May I come in?

Is that your first letter?

Well, it's not much help but it never gets any
easier no matter how many times you have to do it.

We were a gaggle up there today,
there was no teamwork, no coordination.

All the fancy insignias and blue scarves
in the world isn't going to change that.

I asked Admiral Hawkins to relieve me.

Why?

Why? Because I don't want
to be responsible for their lives.

Who the hell does?

I don't know but somebody who's
experienced, somebody who...

who's been a leader.

Quit kidding yourself, bud, there
aren't any spare ones around.

He'll be someone just like yourself.

He'll make the same
mistakes, maybe even worse.

Whether you like it or
not, you're the leader.

And after what happened today, I
don't think you had to let em down.

Tell you, Greg, I... I don't think
we're ever going to agree on anything.

I hope not.

[Chuckles]

Here, it's a gift.

Fandance leader, this is
La Cava, what is your ETA?

This is Fandance leader.

The general wants to
fly directly across the slot.

(Speaking Japnese)

Roger Fandance leader, we'll be
waiting with the red carpet. La Cava out.

[Siren ramping up]

What do you think, Sarge?

Well, you get it up, I'll guarantee
you it'll come back down.

Thanks a lot.

Come on up, Don.

Look, I've been thinking about...
Okay, I'll get in, I'll get in myself.

Don?

Yeah, Pappy?

Don't go chasing these zeros, huh?

All right.

For luck, Don.

Thanks a lot, Pappy.

-Hey piece of cake, huh?
-Yeah, I'll see you guys in a little while.

Hey, TJ, there's another
seat in here, you wanna...

Next time.

- Get that radio message, huh?
- Yes, sir, just like you said.

-Open channel and all, everybody in South Pacific heard it.
-Good.

Reggie, you got one.

Come on, Don, Don.

Come on, come on.

You got it! Woo-Hoo!

General Morris on the scrambler, sir.

Come on, speak, all right?

This is Warren, sir.

What the hell is going
on over there, Warren?

We picked up an open
transmission from LaCava saying

Brass was crossing the
slot in a transport plane.

Uh, General, this is
Boyington, I can explain, sir.

Explain it?

Boyington, Admiral Hawkins is
over the slot with Colonel Lard

and a plane load
of correspondants.

They're on the way to LaCava to
decorate Warren and his squadron.

If that radar ship is still out
there, they'll be sitting ducks.

You better get Maric over.

If Admiral Hawkins doesn't
live to shoot you, I will.

-Bud hold it.
-We got Hawkins up there in the slot.

If you sunk that radar ship,
they're not in any danger.

Except for the fact that
you told every Japanese

squadron in the whole
area that they're up there.

I didn't tell them where
they were now, did I?

The slot is a hundred miles wide.

By the time the zero's spot on,
they'll be here, right here on the ground.

We can't count on that.

We can if that ship you
sunk wasn't a dummy.

Now, I'm trying to set up a trap.

Right now, I got French over the slot in
the glider where radar cannot pick him up.

If he sees that ship,
he'll let us know.

You send up those corsairs, they're gonna pick
you up on radar and duck and run for cover.

Look, we got an admiral's life at stake
and I can't, you can't ask me to take--

So are the lives of
several thousand Marines.

Now, you're in command.

You make that decision.

[Music]

Good luck, Frenchy.

[Music]

La Cava, this is Hawk. I got her spotted.

-Fly cover. We'll take the ship.
-You got it.

[Music]

Okay, clear.

[Music]

Relax, boys.
You're as safe as in your mother's arms.

[Music]

There's a pair of serials up here
pounding the hell out of the R4-D.

The guys, trying to
duck into a cloud bank.

What about the ship?

She's turning tail. She's a D.E. moving
fast for those islands west of Arabella.

I think the R4-D made it.

[Siren Wailing]

She's heading for the south side of
San Remo Island, coordinates 825-67.

Come on, Pep. She's gonna make it
if you don't get here soon. Come on.

Let's do it.

(GUNSHOTS)

- Anybody take any hits?

(explosion)

[Sound of bomb dropping]

(explosion)

You got her, Pappy, you got it!

(speaking in Japanese)

Pappy, I got company.

Help!

Need some help there, Jarhead?

Whew.

French was getting so good, he made it all
the way back to Le Cava in that paper airplane.

And I, I was in deep trouble.

And by sending false messages which endangered the
lives of staff officers and civilian correspondents.

Before I'm through with you, Major,

you're going to be scraping
barnacles off my barge.

- Excuse me, Admiral?

- Something to add, bud?
- Yes, sir.

If you're going to court
martial Major Boyington, sir,

I think you're going
after court martial me too.

I was in command and I
did authorize that mission, sir.

I may just do that.

(drum music)

Welcome to the war, Commander.