[soothing singing]
[upbeat instrumental music]
No cloud coverage reported over (mumbling).
- (mumbling)
-Squander and Lee,
reporting heavy flack over at the target.
Heads up gentlemen, here it comes.
Change your vessels,
flack's getting real thick out there.
- Hay Archer, how much longer?
- Five minutes to I-P.
- Rodger that.
- Two hundred leader,
reporting heavy fighters in our area.
- Nine fighters at the same time?
I thought that wasn't supposed to happen?
- It does today.
Hay Eddy, keep an eye out for bogies on our 6.
- Yea don't worry about it, I got our 6 covered,
long as Al stays awake and the
ball is covering my belly.
- Nice swing.
- I Bet Andy's belly the lack will be easy.
- (laughs) (mumbling) are gonna take off.
- Ey, I'm not taking this shit from
a midget and a kidyer.
- At 3, primary target area.
- Two minutes to I-P.
- Charlie, Reggy Reg's going down.
- Rodger that Clide.
- Bogie, Four o'clock, prime!
Come in from the left side.
- Ey, wake up!
- (mumbling).
- That's the other right, it's getting close.
- We're on your way Tom.
- One minute to the I-P.
-(mumbling)
- Oh shit, the rim of wreck is going down in flames.
Count the shoots Eddy.
No, nobody got out.
- Archie, how far to Redocia?
- Almost there Pops, call it 30 seconds.
- We're almost there, keep your eyes on that
compass and off the flack.
You let those boys worry 'bout the fight.
- He is coming back.
- I got him, I got the bastard!
- Approaching target now.
- Billy you're on.
- Alright, keep it steady boss and I'll be as
quick as I can.
- Look alive boys, enemy fire (mumbling).
- Shit.
- DB2 is riding a bit high.
She might have taken a bullet on that pass.
- Alright keep an eye on it.
But get back up on that gun.
- Holy shit, there goes our 10 leg Charlie.
- That was a bit too close.
- Opening bomb bay.
- You mind holding her steady up there?
It seems like you're wearing horse shoes.
- Yea, yea I'll take that under advisement.
- Target is in site.
Bombs away.
- Pops, Wally, come to a heading of 2-8-5
and get us the hell out of here.
- Rodger that, turning to 2-8-5.
- Good work boys, we're heading home.
- (mumbling) we've got an engine fire.
- We better shoot it down Pops.
It's looking pretty bad.
- (mumbling) we're gonna drop.
Hitting the extinguisher.
- Vertigo, check on the other engines.
- Engine 3 is out.
Engine 2 is running hot and red lighting.
- Rodger that.
- Charlie, notify squandrant lead that we are
damaged and unable to remain in formation.
- Keep your eyes peeled guys.
We're about to be sitting ducks out here.
- Three bogies, 12 o' clock high.
- They're forming up, they're coming in.
- You're breaking up.
- (mumbling).
- Oh, shit.
- Deek!
Deek!
They hit Deek (mumbling).
- Hang in there Joe.
- I'm on my way.
- They got Deek, Charlie!
Help him out!
Charlie, help him out!
- Deek!
- They got him real bad.
They got him real bad.
- They're forming up, they're coming in.
- Cannon get back on your wheel (mumbling).
They other side, they're on the other side, 3 o'clock.
- Get an angle on him.
- Hey Archie, go see what the hell's
going on back there.
- On my way Pops.
- (mumbling).
- I got him, I got him.
- Good shot Bird, (mumbling).
- One down, where the hell are the other two?
- Charlie?
Charlie?
Charlie you're okay.
You're okay.
- Bogie coming back around.
- Oh shit.
He's making a pass at me.
- Dammit!
- Archie, I need you in the cockpit.
Now.
Looks like they're done.
They're breaking off.
- Archie, get Pops down.
I need you in the pilot's position.
Come on pal.
We can do this.
Alright, there's a situation fellas.
Pops...
Pops isn't going home,
but we are.
We keep our heads level and do our jobs.
Now we've lost hydraulics in one engine,
but we're making good air speed
and the controls are responsive.
- Burt.
I need a damage report.
- Right away, Sir.
We'll be coming up on the Tunisian coast line in
about an hour, which means now with fuel
is about 2 hours out.
Charlie I need you to advise them of our situation.
That we are damaged and have casualties.
- Yes, Sir.
We're below 10,000 guys.
We can come off until--
- Hey Wally, the hydraulics is shot.
We're gonna have to crank the gear down by half.
- Rodger that.
- Ok, here's the plan.
We're gonna crank the gear down.
As soon as we're over dry land,
those of us who are fit enough to jump,
are bailing out.
Archie and I,
we're gonna try to land her in Navrick field.
- Sir, in my professional opinion,
this bird isn't fit to land.
- You sure about that?
- Damn sure.
- Everybody in Charlie's cave.
(instrumental music)
(male vocalizing)
- Every fucking morning, the same wake up call.
- Every fucking morning you complain about it.
You're getting about as predictable as the Arabs.
- If they can just give it a rest one morning.
Why am I explaining myself to you?
Fuck off.
- Hair of the dog, Sergeant?
- Fuck it.
- Good morning.
Didn't know I had a new roommate.
- We met last night Sir, but you were a little--
- Drunk.
I was more than drunk, I was black out shit-faced.
The only thing I can remember is,
canned ham and lima beans.
What was your name again?
- Schmidt Sir, Michael Schmidt.
I'm assigned to 4224503, as co-pilot.
- She's called The Lucky Lass.
If she ever flies again, welcome aboard.
- If she ever flies again, Sir?
- If she doesn't, you and I can share a jeep back
to the replacement depo.
- I don't suppose you know when I can expect my
gear to be delivered?
- Probably on the next supply truck in from Algiers.
I mean, wouldn't you know?
You're the replacement.
I flew in with my luggage on the Lass.
- So what happened to the--
- Are you always this talkative in the morning?
- Sorry, Sir.
- I'm sorry.
I'm not feeling too well right now.
It's been a hard couple days.
Tell you what.
Put some coffee in me.
I'll answer all your questions after
the briefing alright?
But, until then.
Please, shhshsh.
(sighs)
- So how's the batch?
- It's refreshing.
You got your money?
- Yea, I got my money.
You guys flying today?
-No, not us.
Caparelli's got our Bird and Hawk.
You?
- Yea, going back to Girbini.
- Girbini?
Well this one's on the house.
- Thanks Charlie.
- Girbini again.
What's that, 5 days in a row?
- Yea, something like that.
They not hardly shooting at us no more.
A little flack now and again.
We drop bombs.
Back in time for supper.
And here we are, stuck on the ground doing fuck.
How well our crew chief figures out his ass
from a socket wrench.
- [All] (laughs)
- Hey Burr, how's the hang over?
- Hey good morning Sir.
- Hey guys.
You up late today.
- Not a whole lot of incentive to get up before the
Arabs start wailing when we're not flying.
-[All] (laughs)
- It's the guy with the Arabs.
- You guys, they can't keep us on
the ground forever.
Look, if they didn't think the Lass was gonna fly
again then they would have re-assigned us
to other planes by now.
- You got a point Sir but uh, just the same.
You might walk in out on a flight line.
Caparelli's been giving us a run around
and we could really use the back up.
- I would be delighted to.
- Alright this is good.
I want you take a look at Heckman's cow flaps
and also those hydraulics and plane, back
down to last mission, ok?
- Got you.
- The rest of this looks good.
- Excuse me Sir?
- See to it.
- What can I do for you there, Sergeant?
- We were assigned to 4224503.
- That's McCallister's bird.
You're going to find that right down there, on the left.
- Thank you Sir.
- Hey Pal.
Pal.
Sergeant Martinez, Giscard, reporting in.
Looking for Lieutenant McCallister.
- Oh for fucks sake.
Do I look like Lieutenant McCallister?
Huh?
I'm Vincent Caparelli.
But, knowing Lieutenant McCallister,
he and his Mc-crew are already drunk
and pissing the day away.
- Oh well we just figured we'd come--
- Figured what?
You figured what, what you'd find the entire air crew
just fawning over on their broken bird?
Just waiting for the replacement
waste gunners, to show up?
- We don't know, but what would you suggest
we do Sergeant Caparelli?
- Hey Caparelli, these two giving you trouble?
- Nothing I can't handle.
Besides, these two belong to you.
- We're your new gunners.
I'm Sergeant Giscard
and this is Sergeant Martinez.
- Go see Leiutenant Felps over there,
he'll make sure you're in the right spot but--
We got business with Caparelli this morning.
- Oh come on.
What do you want from me, huh?
I told you yesterday and the day before that
and the day before that.
We allowed planes on the ground after the (mumbling).
- It's been five days.
- Oh yea?
Your plane was shot to shit
and needed an engine rebuilt.
Look we have a lot crews work around the clock to
keep the planes--where?
In the air and off the ground.
- -But they got to sleep--
- Alright look.
We appreciate all the hard work that you and your
crew are putting in for the U.S. Army Aircore.
But our plane, specifically, how much longer?
- Jesus Christ.
Alright, here.
42-24503 released for flight operations
as of July 11th 1943.
- Holy shit, how fucking difficult was that?
- Took us 10 hours to fly here from the states.
When they finally got here, they were so short of
crew and planes, the minute we landed, they were
already loading us up with bombs and fuel.
In four hours, we were already up in
the air on our first mission.
You're lucky.
I guess my point is I mean you know,
you've got some time to settle in.
- I'm just anxious to fly Sir.
- Well anxious is good.
Everybody's anxious for their first flight.
By that fifth flight, you're just hoping that--
Hoping your luck doesn't run out when those
fighters with flack show up.
Looks like your luggage finally caught up with ya.
- Yes Sir.
- Guess that's that.
- Hey Boss!
Good news!
Caparelli's designated the last ready-to-fly.
We're back on the flight roster tomorrow.
- That is good news.
This is Lieutenant Michael Schmidt.
He's our new co-pilot.
- How're you doing?
Archie Mason, navigation.
- Very nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Alright fellas, why don't we go ahead and
take our lunch on the Lass?
Check the girl out.
- Sounds good.
Oh you got a little, something on your.
Oh!(laughs)
- You'll get used to it.
He's an asshole.
- Over there is Officer's country.
Which you should avoid,
unless you've got some business.
Now over there is your latrine pits,
about 150 yards off.
Just follow the smell.
Over there is the mess tent.
You guys get a chance to get breakfast?
- No.
- No, not yet.
- If you missed it today,
you'll get a chance to get it tomorrow.
It's the same thing everyday
and over here,
this is you.
(mumbling) go ahead and store your shit.
Yea, so this is you.
Me, Eddy and Al are in the tent next to you.
Burt here is over on the end.
Wait, why are you three crammed in a tent while
Burt's all alone on the end?
- And there she is.
That's my girl.
- Man it's mighty hot in here next to the boiler
and it's hot enough enough as it is,
so I used to cram in with Jake and Joe.
- What the hell is that thing?
- It's a still.
A pot still.
How'd you guys put that thing together?
- Copper piping and tubing from scrap 17.
Gasoline stove and one standard issue oil drum.
- That and about 20 gallons of aviation fuel.
- Aviation fuel?
- They blend in pure grain alcohol and av-gas to
raise it's octane for the aircraft.
- So we just carefully boil it back out.
- That's genius.
- Yea, we know.
Take some of this moonshine.
Mix in a little water.
- And lemon powder from the carads.
- Get yourself some Irish lemonade.
- (laughs) Whoo that sounds good.
- Alright.
I suppose there's enough room
in our tent for a third.
- Alright!
- Provided we're included in the distribution,
of course.
- Of course.
- We've got new gunners and I think this is an
appropriate situation for a celebration.
- Heck yea.
- So Charlie, do you think we have the starch for a
few extra batches of hooch?
- I know we do.
Why don't you take these two to meet the Louie's
while Eddy scores us some female
companionship for the night.
- Alright, alright.
- This way boys.
- Hay, we'll have refreshments by dinner time.
- You guys are late.
I already checked her out.
They patched her up pretty good though.
So we'll start the engines up after lunch.
Well this is Michael Schmidt, our new co-pilot.
From Iowa.
- Oh uh, new gunners.
Tom and--
- Oliver.
- Welcome aboard.
Where's Charlie?
- He's making sure that we have plenty of
refreshment for our little celebration.
- (laughs).
- Hey Wally, can you Ziri to find us something
to chow on tonight?
- Of course.
It gives us more incentive to
get all those checks done.
- He's getting pretty girls right?
- Just drink until they get pretty.
- No it's a party.
Hell, I'll see if I can't get Ziri to cater the event.
- Hm.
Oh come one guys.
You got to remember.
The dark haired girl with the green eyes and the
long legs and those big--
- Sister.
- (laughs) No your mother.
- Oh yea, I remember that one.
What she had isn't anything,
compared to the broads I got
showing up here tonight.
Some local Red Cross nurses.
- Hello.
- Hey, Ziri.
What'd you bring us?
- It's a traditional Indian dish.
Spice goat with couscous in min sauce.
- Cous what?
- Couscous.
- Look at this guys, looks good right?
- Great, thank you Ziri.
- Appreciate it.
- Pleasure, bye bye, goodnight.
- Alright boys, dig in.
- There's no way in hell I'm eating that.
- Yea, I don't know.
I got my dinner right here.
- He worked very hard for this.
A goat died for this.
- And there's no way in hell we're eating that.
- Captain.
Isn't it against protocol to eat civilian food?
- Michael, we won't tell anyone.
- It's still moving Boss.
- Who wants carads?
- They're actually not that bad guys.
- I'll take your word for it.
- Alright.
- I'm telling ya, it's nice marinated.
- We're passing.
- Alright fine, more for me.
You guys enjoy your boxes.
(joyful music)
- Come on kid, straighten up.
This is a wake.
-(mumbling)
- I don't drink, Sir.
- Well you do tonight.
This is a wake.
Everybody drinks at a wake.
Listen up!
To Pops.
You got us through flight training.
You got us through Girbini
and your spirit will get us through this war.
Here, here!
-[All] Here, here!
- To Jake and Joe.
-[All] To Jake and Joe.
- They were good fighters
and good friends.
They will always be remembered.
To Jake and Joe.
- Here, here!
-[All] Here, here!
- Schmidt.
Take a walk with me.
- Yes, Sir.
- Ey!
We need more music.
- Just what we need.
A fucking stiff.
- Sir?
- There's more to being a bomber pilot
than just flying the plane.
- I'm afraid I don't follow.
- A pilot has to be more than just
the guy who flies the plane.
He has to be a father.
A brother, a friend.
All at once.
He has to trust the men under his command
and they have to trust him.
Or else it all goes to shit when it falls in the pot.
- I'm trying my best.
- No you're not.
Do you even know what's going on in there?
- Binge drinking and celebration of
the plane being fixed?
- No, it's coping.
When you're up there getting shot at,
watching the people you care about get killed.
You come back down and you drink.
So you can wake up the next morning and do it
all over again.
They were giving you a free pass, kid.
All you had to do was loosen up.
Just, raise your glass, drink your whiskey
and toast the man you're replacing
and those men would've followed you
to hell and back
But now you're gonna have to find a different way.
So the next time an opportunity comes along for
you and these men to bond like brothers,
I advise you to take it.
- Lieutenant?
Lieutenant?
You have a mandatory briefing.
Scheduled in 30 minutes.
- Get your asses up!
Up, up!
Get them out of bed!
We've got shit to deliver to the Italians.
Let's go.
Let's go, let's go.
- Oh Jesus.
- You ok?
- Aw man.
I can't find my socks.
- I can't find anything right now.
- Fellas.
- Hey Wally.
- Goodmorning.
- How you doing Filly?
- Coffee, food.
Anything would be good right now.
- Got to make it quick.
Briefing in 15.
- I think I'm still drunk guys.
- Good morning Monroe.
Sir.
- Good morning.
Well, well this is an interesting and quite extensive
list if items required Seargeant uh...
What was it?
- O'hara.
- Right.
Perhaps you can explain to me Sergeant O'hara,
the purpose of just a quarter of the items on this list.
- The rations are for the flight today
and the gasoline is for a tent stove.
- A tent stove when it never gets below 95 degrees?
Chocolate bars, cigarettes.
Three emergency aid kits.
Baker's yeast?
- What?
My crew likes bread.
- Let me remind you that the penalty,
for selling army goods to the local population
is quite severe.
- Oh.
- I suggest you remember that.
You'll get your rations,
but that'll be it for today Sergeant.
- Well thank you.
For your advise and your generosity.
- There you are O'hara.
- Thank you
and you take it easy.
- Oh I will Ms. Scarlett.
- Good morning.
Today's target is the martialing yard.
Located in the eastern coastal city of Katanya.
This is going to be a longer than average mission.
As the core selected spans a good distance
across the Mediterranean and crosses
Malta's southern reach.
This is to avoid flying over the invasion force--
- You okay Boss?
- And island's defenders.
This particular target has been getting bombed
in some capacity since June,
by aria of Wellington's, Mitchell's and Marauders.
But now that Husky's underway,
they want the heavies in there to finish the job.
- Ain't you two a pair of eager beavers.
- Yea you could say that.
It's always nice to make a good first impression.
- Even so, I'm gonna save your lives before you
even stop on to that plane.
- How you gonna do that?
- You see that tent over there?
The one with the black tent peg?
Best way to come back in one piece,
is when you're ready to get on the plane,
you stop and take a piss on it.
- (laughs) No.
- Are you fucking kidding?
- The second mission.
Heavy flack flying all over the place.
Not a single hit on the plane.
Third mission.
Piece of flack the size of a quarter comes
ripping the tail, misses my head by three inches.
I'm telling you, pissing on that peg stops
the flack from getting you.
- Well what about Jake and Joe,
they guys we're replacing then?
Didn't they piss on the tent peg?
- Yea.
- Of course they did,
but it was fighters that got them, not flack.
It's entirely different.
- Just piss on the tent peg.
- Just do it.
- I'm not pissing on a tent peg.
- I don't want anymore of my buddies dying up there.
So just go piss on the fucking tent peg!
See?
Now there's a guy who's serious about his safety.
- Nice work.
You're up.
- You're saving your life.
- And ours, more importantly.
- Hey Boss.
- Geez.
- You ok Boss?
- I'm fine.
- You look like shit.
- Yea I'm fine, I just drink too much last night.
Just the same, we're gonna let Schmidt here,
do most of the flying today.
- So how bad is it?
- Not bad at all.
It's a milk run boys.
Softened up martialing yard with the full
12 bomber squad I'm flying.
Light flack if any, no fighters expected.
But, they're sending us in with some
spit fires from Malta.
- Thank fucking God.
- Where's Al?
- He's in that (mumbling).
Trying to beat the hang over.
- Well that sounds good.
We should go join him.
- Alright fellas, we're scheduled to be up in the air
and in formation in 45 and on mission in 2.
So let's...
Let's get our free flights all done.
Alright?
- Jackpot!
Bacon and cheese.
- Shit, pork and beans again.
- Yea I understand the lemon powder
from the carads.
What's with the crackers?
- What, these?
These are for you buddy.
When the Germans start shooting at us.
You take these, you huck them out that window.
Fools the radar.
- Seriously?
-[All] (laughs)
- (mumbling)
- Hey guys.
I found an Access Sally.
How about some (mumbling) to pass the time?
- That's my girl, start her up! (laughs)
-[Voiceover] But the wind wasn't right.
They just didn't have their hearts in it
and that poor poor Sergeant Stevey.
- Forty minutes to I-P.
- Rodger.
- Got it?
-[Voiceover] To think he has a chance but,
only time will tell.
So to all you boys going ashore today,
goodluck and let me say goodnight.
- Hey Boss, I got a message from Abel.
Extensive cloud coverage
extending over the target area.
We are instructed to use the clouds as cover
until our turn towards the I-P.
Descend at 18,000 feet
and 3 degrees angle descent.
- Rodger that, Charlie.
Changing.
Vector.
Oh God.
Shit.
- What's wrong, Sir?
Burt.
Give me your helmet.
- What for?
- Just give me your god damn helmet.
Fuck.
- Hey Charlie, make a log entry.
Spice goat with couscous.
Bad pre-flight cuisine choice.
You okay Boss?
- I'm fine.
Feel a lot better now.
- What the hell do I do with this?
- Give it back to Ziri.
Tonight, I'm taking (mumbling).
- Sir, I had my eye on Baker 1 the entire time.
- I--
- You mean you were flying my
instruments in this suit?
- Archie, tell me where the hell we are.
- Wally, you're gonna need to give me a moment
to figure this out.
- Wherever we are, we've got company.
1-0-9, red count.
Boss, 5 coming up fast!
- Hey Wally, what the hell is going on up there?
You want to fill in the rest of the family?
- We're off course and we've got incoming fires.
Eyes open gentlemen, hold on tight.
We don't have (mumbling).
- Motherfucker, they're all over the place.
- Charlie, get on the radio.
Request immediate assistance from
any friendlies in the area.
- I'm way ahead of you Boss.
I might have some (background noise covers voice).
- Rodger.
- (mumbling)
- Which way, where?
- (mumbling)
- Charlie, tell them to get here a hell of a lot faster.
They're gonna miss the party.
- If I keep this up Boss,
I'm gonna run low on ammo.
- I'm getting low too.
- Okay fellas, make every shot count.
We're got help on the way.
- Hey Wally, I think that they're screwing with us.
They're coming up on our 6.
- Alright boys, don't hold back.
I'm only gonna get one shot at those 1-0-9's
'cause once those fighters make the run at us,
there's not gonna be much left to last up here.
Now you boys make sure you shoot to clear
and ready to hook up.
I'll see you on the ground.
- Alright, they're coming into rings.
- Fuck, this is it.
Let's make them pay for that kill.
- Wait a minute.
Incoming friendlies, 6 o' clock high.
(instrumental music)
- War hogs, boys.
- Whoo!
- Yea, give them hell boys!
- This is Yankee 1, sorry we're late.
You guys okay?
- Better late than never.
We're low on ammo and taking a beating.
- Rodger, we'll try and draw them off you.
- Yankee 2, break left, I've got this one.
- (mumbling) I'm on them.
- Yankee 1, you've got a bogey on your 6.
- I see him.
- Fighters are taking care of a few
and we've still got plenty to deal with.
Alright you guys, let me know which direction
I should be going.
- We'll work on it Boss, but South is a good bet.
I've got that much covered.
Let me know when you guys are headed.
- I hope those fighters are having a
better time than we are.
- Alright you bastards (background covers voice).
- (mumbling) let's go for a little fly.
- Come on.
Come on.
Just a little higher.
Come on.
Alright, now you're mine.
Split one!
- Hey nice shooting Yankee 1.
- Got mine too.
- (mumbling)
- Rodger.
(background noise covers voices)
- Yes!
Take that you brown fuck!
- Looks like they're breaking off.
Guess they ain't got a taste for
targets that shoot back.
- Rodger that.
- They are bugging out (mumbling).
- Now we've got enough fuel to
get you back to the Mat.
You promise not to get into anymore trouble
once we get you there?
- On my honor Yankee 1.
- Next time you're in Navrick, drinks are on me.
Rodger that, Baker 1.
Yankee 1, out.
- Charlie go ahead and send a
message out to Navrick.
Tell them about our situation
and we're aborting mission.
Archie?
Head us home.
- Alright Boss, turn to 1 nine-r 8.
- Turning to 1 nine-r 8.
- Sir, I'm sorry.
- You've got to be kidding.
That's one more mission we're not getting credit for.
(sad instrumental music)
- I just passed the Doc on the way over.
- Yea, he said I had mild food poisoning.
Didn't feel so mild to me but,
said I'm supposed to be feeling better soon.
He gave me some pepto bismal.
- Sorry about screwing up today Sir.
It won't happen again.
- Yea I know it won't happen again.
Come on in Mike and have a seat.
You know you only fuck up that bad once.
You can't let that happen again.
'Course you're 'spose to get that out of your system in
flight training but, things happen.
You fucked up on a milk run, kid.
Certainly not gonna win a popularity
contest with the crew.
- What can I do to smooth this over?
- (scoffs) I'm not sure there's much you can do.
But if I were you, I'd walk out there with my head
hung low, apologize and drink with those men until
they forgot what I did wrong.
- I'm not sure about the drinking Sir,
but I can certainly apologize.
-(laughs) Well it's a start.
They're probably on their way to the chow tanner.
To the still.
You can go catch them.
- Yea so Lieutenant Flack Magnet--
uh, what was I talking about?
- You were talking about that stuff, Schmidt.
- Oh yea.
Mr. Flack Magnet did his best to
get us killed on mission today.
- Lieutenant Schmidt should just stay on his fucking
side of the field from now on.
That's all I'm saying.
- I don't think the Army put up with taking a
baseball bat to an officer.
Regardless of how bad he fucked up.
- Yea but fucking up on a milk run?
- All I know is, my crew's ready to disappear his ass
into the desert.
Take our chances with the next replacement.
- What about Mason, your navigator?
I heard he went to flight school.
- What?
Archie went to flight school?
- Yea.
- How the hell did he become a navigator?
- Well he went to be a fighter pilot
but they washed him out.
- Why?
What'd he do to deserve that?
- Aren't you a nosy little spick.
- Count me in the nosy column too then.
- Alright, alright.
I might've heard he uh,
crashed a trainer on the runway.
-[All] (laughs)
- CAA kind of frowns on that,
so they washed him out.
- Yea, well maybe landing ain't Mason's
strong suit but even so,
he could've flown a compass heading
through a couple of clouds.
- Yea I mean,
flying instruments is supposed to be,
basic training for a pilot.
Fucking Schmidt couldn't even do that.
- Yea even Al can do that.
- What's that suppoesd to mean.
- How you doing Wally?
I think the cure is worse than the disease.
- (laughs) I hear that.
Brought you something to eat.
- I don't think I can stomach that right now.
- Oh come on now.
I know it's not the usual Burbur fare
you've come to enjoy.
- (laughs)
- Food poisoning aside, you okay?
- (sighs) Never thought I'd have to sit in the pilot's
seat and be the den mother to a pack of hooligan's
and a clueless co-pilot who can't find his ass with
both hands and a map.
-(laughs) No, but you're better at it than you think.
- I am maybe.
Whether I'm good at it or not though, Art.
I wasn't ready for this all to fall in my lap.
- If we waited until we were ready for things to
happen before we did anything,
we'd never do anything.
- I suppose you're right, Arch.
- Of course I'm right.
- Ow!
- I'm always right.
- And yet so humble.
- Yeap, that too.
Feel better Boss.
- Hey (mumbling).
Try this on the Lass.
Hey Chief?
Chief?
- Yea?
- Come here.
You should see this.
Get those engines covered!
Get the engines covered now!
Come on, move it!
(screaming)
- Come on Burt, come on.
It's nearly on us.
- Yea, I'm gonna be thirsty.
- It's a sand storm.
They come up every now and again.
Problem?
- Yea.
I'm thinking about asking to be transferred
to another plane.
- I take it the apology didn't go well then, huh?
- Let's just say, I get the impression that they
didn't wanna hear one.
- Just give them a night to cool off.
They'll come around.
- Yea well I'm doing my best.
I really am I just--
I'm not sure that I can be Pops.
- Well I think that would be
an unreasonable request on their part.
I do know something that's gonna help though.
- And what's that?
- Flack.
When stick enough to walk on
and you're up there with them.
- You're telling me that I should pray for flack?
So that a bunch of guys who hate me will stop hating
me and learn to trust me.
- Yea.
Something like that.
Good news is this a shooting war and everything so
it's just a matter of time.
- You ever feel like you're living on borrowed time?
- Yea every second of the day.
Luckily, there is medication for that though.
Go ahead.
Pick the bottle up and take a swig.
It's good for you.
It's gonna ease the nerves.
- That's really terrible.
- Yea but it works.
Get some rest.
We'll fly in the morning.
- (sighs)
- Ever get deja vu?
- Every got damn day.
- Finally.
- What the fuck!?
I'm gonna shit in your fucking canteen.
Fucking assholes.
- You are going down now my friend.
- Give me two.
- No.
You dealt me this hand.
- Come on, are we gonna pay some cards
or are we gonna play some cards
(voices overlapping)
- Fellas?
- Hey Captain.
- Hey Boss.
Oh great, flack magnet.
- Well lucky us!
- Guess he survived the sandstorm.
- Still feeling a little under the weather.
Why don't you take the pilot's seat today?
- You sure about that Captain?
- Let's do the pre-flights.
- Yes Sir.
- Man that nut farm boy couldn't find his
asshole from a hole in the ground.
Hey Tommy, how much you wanna bet he
fucks up this mission too?
- I am taking you guys to the cleaners!
- Oh Jesus.
- First he blows a mission.
Now he's screwing up our poker game.
I had a hand.
- Reducing power.
Cow flap?
- Checked out.
- Landing gear?
- Up and locked.
What was that jolt?
- I don't know.
Give me a moment Boss.
- Ok fellas.
We're the last ones up.
Proceed to 20,000 feet.
- Yea, rodger that.
Taking up to 20,000 feet.
What the hell.
Burt, we've got a problem here.
- I know.
I'm seeing it.
I need you 3 and 4, oil brakes are rising.
- Yea, I'm having trouble staying in formation here.
- I can imagine.
A good play with the mixture.
See if you can keep up with them while I do it.
This isn't working.
We're gonna have an engine fire at this rate.
- Understood.
Throttle back.
- Engine 3 is out
and now engine 4 is out.
- Yea give me a moment Boss
I'm checking things out.
Oh no, these engines are running way hot.
- With the air speed Burt, what's the situation?
- Two just went out.
We're down to one engine.
- Still working on the problem Boss.
Give me a minute.
- That might be optimistic.
- Keep her in the air.
I'm gonna work on engine 3.
Ok Boss, I've done about all I can.
Go ahead and give engine 3 a try.
- Burt, we're way too heavy to be
flying on one engine.
- I can't read on the mixture anymore.
It's too thin up here.
We need to reduce altitude.
- Rodger.
Michael drop to (mumbling) fast.
- Ok Boss.
Let's give it a try now.
- Ok Burt, engine 3 and 4 are up.
Trying 2.
Alright, we got 2 back up.
- Pull up.
- Hey Wally, why is there a mountain
outside my window?
- I'll do it.
Let it come from me.
Notifying Abel 1 that we are aborting mission
due to mechanical failure.
- That's two love birds in a row.
- That's 6 in a row, just 'cause we weren't flying,
don't mean we didn't miss them.
- What's the matter Eddy?
You're thinking we're jinxed or something?
- We ain't jinxed.
- It's that gwaup Caparelli.
He's fucking with us, I know it.
- Hey Chief, there's--
- Jesus Christ, come on don't you fuckers
know how to knock?
- Sorry Cap but
tower reports there's a bird coming back.
- Which one?
- It's the last, Cap.
- Jesus.
The bad penny that keeps turning up.
Alright let me get dressed.
I'll be out there in 10.
- Good luck.
- No.
But what I do want
is for you to open the fucking engines
and fix that shit.
- Look, half the fucking crews are
in their racks alright?
Both shifts were up all night.
All night, getting sand off that run way, ok?
- Alright, alright, alright, you again.
- Yea, you gonna fix our fucking engine or not?
- Not in 110 degree heat I'm not.
- We work in it.
- Where's your pilot?
- He's finishing the post flight checklist.
Now that the fuck is wrong with our plane?
- I want your word that this plane
will be flying by tomorrow.
Is that clear, Sergeant Capparelli?
- You know, all due respect Sir,
I can't certify a plane without looking at it.
- Then go look at it!
Or do I need to pull rank for
you to do your fucking job?
- I didn't put a crew on a bird, in the middle of the
day even after half the squad was shot
to shit at Girbini.
You can have my--
(voices overlap)
That's why we don't work from 9 to 5.
- Look, if you don't want the crew working
during the day, that's fine.
But I want this plane looked at,
the instant crews are available.
You got that?
- Feasible enough.
I'll put the first crew on tonight.
- Oh man, she is gone.
The girl is completely fucking blown.
- Don't worry buddy
It'll be okay.
- Another scratched mission
and another few tons of bombs into the bank.
- Oh relax, really.
I've been assured by the army that the cost of
expended ordinates is not going to come out
of our paychecks.
- It's not our paychecks I'm worried about Archie.
It's that crout Schmidt.
When we go 6 missions without--
- Oh yea, Romania.
That was smooth as silk.
- Well at least we were over the target.
- Just give the kid a break guy,
those big birds are hard to fly.
He'll loosen up.
- Alright, alright.
I'll give the stiff a chance.
- Alright
- But you're not gonna get all mushy and sentimental
on me by starting on our wop right?
- (laughs) Who Caparelli?
Fuck no.
That guy deserves all the shit we can toss at him.
- I guess it wasn't much of a milk run after all.
- Holy shit.
- Find out what happened?
- No, not specifics.
'Cause I was with Caparelli on the Lass.
I came in, it sounds like it all fell in
the pot over there.
Lots of casualties.
- That is not good.
- No, it's not good.
- Wally, am I the one that's jinxed?
- Look, if we hadn't had that failure, we'd have been
shot up like the rest of the squadron.
Best thing we can do is just not think about it much.
You're no more jinxed than the rest of us.
When we're up in that plane.
Our lives are in God's hands.
Whiskey?
- Hm.
- Appropriate choice.
- I'm starting to see the need for it.
- Yesterday, our mission at Macino
went horribly wrong.
Intel screwed up, electing to divert our escort
to a higher risk mission,
believing there was no capacity for the Looft Waft
at our operate in Sicily.
They were wrong.
But today gentlemen, we are going to remedy that
problem and strike the offending
air drone in Katanya
and the old man has secured us a squadron of
war hawks from Tunisia.
They will escort us, to and from the target,
in case any uninvited guests show us this time.
We'll be mixing up the planes
and crews for this operation.
Flying some of the older E-models that
we hold as reserves.
So be sure to check your posting,
before heading to the flight lines.
Now, for the meat and potatoes.
- I'm on 41001 nine-r, what do you guys got?
- 423819, Iris B.
- I'm on the Bugs with Al.
At least we'll have some company.
- That's good.
- I'm un-assigned fellas, sorry.
- What are you apologizing for, that's great.
Somebody has to keep on Caparelli,
makes sure he stays on our plane.
You stay on him.
- Yea.
If our plane ain't flying,
with all the casualties floating around,
they'll just re-assign us to new slots.
- He's right.
- Coming Archie?
- Yea, go ahead I'll catch up with you guys.
- Hey Mikey, look,
don't let that grease bug give you
any excuses alright?
Caparelli can be kind of a prick but,
he's good at his job.
Just see to it that our plane gets fixed.
We'll all go up, do our job and...
and then we'll go home.
- Alright Archie.
- We'll see you tonight.
- Alright, thanks.
- Just fucking take it Al.
- It's yours brother, I couldn't take it.
- It's good luck.
Take it.
- While there's still a fucking war, Al.
- Better have something waiting for us
when we get back.
I don't know about those guys but,
If I I have to spend 7 hours in the ball, listening to
the corn fed yokels on the bugs wining about how
they miss their Momma's apple pie back on the farm.
I'm gonna need a stiff one.
- Well I'll see what I can do.
But the still's gone.
Perhaps you remember the big fire ball yesterday.
- You're a shifty little fuck with no moral compass.
You won't let me down.
- Yea, I guess I am.
I'll see what I can do.
Hey, take care of that little guy.
- Yea, make sure you bring that back too Al.
- Alright gentlemen, listen up.
I know it seems like we never get a break.
But Scarborough says there's a big
operation coming up
and Captain Shay's put a lot of pressure on us
to get these battle damaged planes in the air
or condemned and pulled for parts, so.
- Well I don't know about the rest of the crews,
but we won't let you down Captain.
- Yea.
I know you won't.
That's it.
Get lost.
Get some rest.
Didn't catch a plane today Lieutenant?
Schmidt was it?
- That's right.
- Right yea.
Your with the Mitt crew.
- That's right.
- I remember you.
What can I help with you today?
- Well you can tell me the status of the Lucky Lass--
- Excuse me, one second.
- Ladies, what is this, amateur theater?
I said get lost!
Get some rest!
- Got dammit.
Uh right, the Lass.
We checked out the engines,
they were reported faulty.
We found nothing evidently wrong with them.
The engine was started and nothing abnormal
was detected, so.
- So that's your diagnosis?
There's nothing mechanically wrong
with the engines?
- Well, that's what the engineers wrote down.
I mean they're clearing it for
flight operations tomorrow.
- I was in the pilot seat,
when we were unable to stay in formation.
There was power loss at 15,000 feet.
- Mhm.
You know, I'm getting tired of repeating
myself on this okay?
We looked at it.
We couldn't find anything wrong.
Maybe it's a gremlin.
Or maybe it's just bad luck.
But there's sure as shit,
nothing wrong mechanically with that bird.
- Okay, two things, Sergeant Caparelli.
First, I'm an officer, so please try and show some
semblance of respect for my rank.
- I'm sorry, Sir.
- And 2nd, I might be new to this outfit and the odd
man out on the crew of that bird,
but she's still my bird.
- I understand that, Sir.
It's just--
Now I can overlook the disrespect to me 'cause well,
I'm a good Lutheran boy, was taught
to turn the other cheek.
But the Lass is another story.
I don't know where this gremlin is living on my plane
Sergeant, but you and I are gonna find it.
Today.
Now.
- I--no I--can understand your urgency Sir.
It's just that SOP is to refrain from working
crews in the midday sun.
- Is that SOP something the CO put in place?
- Sir, all due respect, it's 105 degrees in the shade.
My men are not going out there.
- Okay.
Find me your two best mechanics.
Between the four of us, there should be enough
hands to go through all the engines in no time.
- (laughs) Really?
The 4 of us?
- Well I used to help fix tractors on
my family's farm back home.
I'm a fair hand with a wrench.
You tell me what to do and I'll do it.
Right there next to you, in the 105 heat.
- Well okay I'll uh,
I'll see if I can find you some volunteers.
- Good man.
Let's meet by the Lass in say, 20 minutes?
Uh, and Sergeant?
When we fly tomorrow,
I want that gremlin dead and buried.
- Yes, Sir.
- Shit.
- Come on Eddy, you gotta think of something.
- I know, I'm thinking.
I got an idea.
- What is it?
- We go, check out a jeep.
We head into Constantine.
We go to the Red Cross and we get some beer,
and some wine and see if we can make some
trades for something stronger.
- I already did that.
No dice.
You know all the really hard cases?
They went last night
and this morning, all the badly wounded went off to
Regimental, they won't be back 'till tonight.
Man we are SOL.
- I bet nobody at the old club would even miss a few
bottles when the planes come back.
- They are loaded over there.
- You gonna do it?
I was kinda thinking you should do it.
- Oh, oh yea.
- Yea.
You know, you're faster.
But I'll look out.
- I'm risking my ass on this one.
You keep your eagle eye out for that fuck Monroe.
- Absolutely.
Absolutely.
Let's get some fucking hooch.
- What's that right there?
Looks like the oil pump?
- It is.
- You know our flight engineer said we had
high oil pressure.
Right before we boarded so.
- How's the oil pump looking?
- Like a brand new oil pump, Cap.
Replaced it, 3 weeks ago.
- Let's pull it out and take a look at it.
Alright, just to be safe.
- We replaced it 3 weeks ago, Sir.
- Just pull it for the Lieutenant, Lou.
We really did just replace those.
- Well then it's exactly where I would hide if
I was a gremlin.
- We're gonna have the ground crew replace the
pumps and the screens tonight.
I don't know Cap.
Due to the amount of sand and grit in this screen,
must've been a gap or something
in the engine cover.
Got a lot of sand storm.
Sorry Sir.
- Don't apologize, I just missed it.
It's alright.
- Well we uh, found that gremlin after all,
huh Sergeant?
- I suppose we did, Sir.
- I thank you, Sir.
For going the extra mile for my bird and her crew.
I'll make sure they know you did.
- Yea, well.
Why don't you wait to thank me 'till
after you get the bill.
- Sir, thank God I found you.
- Likewise, I've got good news.
- Yea?
I don't.
You got any idea when Wally's birds coming back?
- Based on the briefing this morning,
it should be within the hour.
Why what's going on?
- What's going on is our bird's gonna be down
one radio operate.
- I don't follow.
- MP's escort him back to our tent,
where they're waiting for him to put on
his dress uniform.
Fucking prick, Monroe.
QM, he caught him stealing.
- Stealing what?
- Sir.
The still blew up.
- Shit.
Where is he now?
- I don't know.
I don't know, I beat feet out here soon as I figured
out what was going on but,
I imagine he's on his way to see the old man by now.
- Okay.
- And when I opened the box, I found no less than 7,
1 liter bottles of alcohol and having observed
Sergeant O'hara leaving the officer's club,
no more than a few minutes prior,
there's no question as to the source
of the stolen goods.
The penalties provided by the Uniform Code of
Military Justice are quite clear when it comes
to the case of larceny.
- Do you have an explanation or defense
in these actions?
- Well I was, over in the officer's--
- Colonel, Sir.
Lieutenant Michael Schmidt, co-pilot of the aircraft
that Sergeant O'hara's assigned to.
- Well Lieutenant, your crew member was just caught
stealing alcohol from the officer's club so I don't
expect that he will be assigned to your
aircraft much longer.
- So I've heard, thank you.
Has Sergeant O'hara given an explanation
for his actions yet?
- No Mr. Schmidt,
he was about to give us his side when you walked in.
- That's good Sir, I'm certain I can explain.
It was my fault.
You see our plane had an early return yesterday,
due to a mechanical issue.
After working on it all day, we determined the cause
of the problem to be sand in the fuel and oil lots.
Now the crew chief has replaced the fuel pump
and fuel screens, however there is still quite bit of
build up in the lines of sediment and sludge.
The problem Sir is that, the acetone used to clean
engine parts will eat right through the rubber hoses.
Replacing them will cause us to be grounded
another day, so the crew chief had suggested to use
an alcohol as a solvent to flush out the lines.
- Really?
I asked Sergeant O'hara here to locate some.
I had expected that he would go to the Quarter
Master and request it.
However, I didn't clarify or specify,
nor did I draft any orders.
I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't thinking
and I would hate for him to be court martialed
for stealing, due to an oversight on my part.
- Lieutenant Schmidt.
- Sir.
- It's irresponsible and borderline dereliction
to order an air man, under your direct authority,
to acquire an item for your plane,
without clear instructions--
- Colonel, you can't actually be buying this story?
- Lieutenant Monroe, are you now accusing a fellow
officer of collusion?
Some sort of conspiracy to steal Army property?
- No, Sir.
Not at all, but I just--
- Then I suggest that you stop wasting my time
with this chicken shit.
I got a war to fight son
and a bomb group to command
and unless there is a soldier in this unit,
that is directly harming the war effort through
deliberate action to do so,
I would prefer that you take that up with
that man's direct superior.
Do you understand?
Are we clear Lieutenant Monroe?
- Yes, Sir.
Clear.
- Good.
You may go.
Get your solvent,
Sergeant O'hara and be on your way.
- Yes, Sir.
- Sergeant?
Just one more question.
- Yes, Sir?
- With all the alcohol you could have selected at the
officer's club, why the 7 bottles of Scotch whiskey?
- Well the Lucky Lass is an Irish plane Sir
and as such, she has discriminating tastes.
Sir.
- Get out of here.
- Yes, Sir.
- Sergeant.
- Yes, Sir.
- Now you may go.
- Yes, Sir.
First, he handles Caparelli like a grifter
at a fucking fare.
He gets them to take apart and clean all our engines.
Then this fucking crout, he has time to come across
the entire base to save my bacon.
Sure did, bud.
I was about to spill.
- Good job today.
We owe you one and Charlie here, he owes you two.
- One last item of business,
here's to dedication,
perseverance
and the balls the size of a 500 pound bomb.
I hereby declare Lieutenant Michael Schmidt
an honorary Irishman.
With all the benefits.
- And limitations.
- And limitations, that such an honor confers.
Here, here.
-[All] Here, here.
- Welcome aboard, Lieutenant O' Schmidt.
-[All] (laughs)
- Gentlemen uh,
I want to say thank you.
That's it, that's all I got (laughs).
- Good morning gentlemen.
The brass and the politicians have finally sorted out
the specifics for this operation
because today gentlemen, we are hitting Rome.
This is to be a precision bombing.
We will be flying at 10,000 feet.
The good news is, that after Girbini,
the brass is convinced that the diamond backs are
the right men for the job.
Roosevelt has been in contact with the Vatican
and made certain assurances to the Pope.
As a result of the concerns over damaging
irreplaceable historical sites and harming the
civilian population, two days ago, the RAF
began dropping pamphlets.
These pamphlets, as it were, indicate the areas we
will be bombing and warning the civilian
population to avoid them.
The flack is expected to be extensive.
Good luck and God speed.
- Coming up on our turn to the I-P.
Turns are heading 3-4 and 30 seconds.
- Rodger that, Archie.
Thanks.
You ready for this Mike?
- Sir.
- No fighters boss.
- Lots of flack.
- Just keep your eye on the compass, not the flack.
When Archie tells us it's time,
we're gonna turn and keep her straight and level.
Got it?
- Got it.
- Holy shit (mumbling).
- Sometimes it's worse.
- Make your heading in 3-4 degrees, in 5-4-3-2-1.
Go.
- At the I-P villain, burning shores.
- Rodger that, let's get some precision bombing.
- Those SOB's are hiding 88's in church courtyards.
- You thought they'd leave them where
they said we'd bomb?
- Yea well, still seems shifty to me.
- Fly like a plane with Mousalini.
- That's it.
I think they've figured our altitude Boss.
- How much longer Filly?
- Almost over target (background noise covers voice)
- Not that they need them, (mumbling)
of this god damn flack.
- Fuck.
fuck
- Oh shit.
- Charlie.
Charlie we need you here right now.
They got Burt.
- Come one Charlie.
- Fuckin' Christ, fuck.
My left leg, my God.
(background noise covers voices)
- We're opening bomb bay doors.
- (mumbling) getting better Boss,
they're making (mumbling) of my balls.
- Almost there.
Steady.
Bombs away.
(background noise covers voices)
- No, fuck me.
(background noise covers voices)
- (screams)
(background noise covers voices)
- Come on Mike, pull back.
(background noise covers voices)
- Hold on boys, hold on.
- Come on B, come on, hold on (mumbling).
(background noise covers voices)
- I'm okay.
I'm okay, I'm good.
- Scared the shit out of me.
- Hang in there boys, looks like we're
almost to the edge of the city.
(background noise covers voices)
- Okay, Looks like we're getting in range Boss.
- Lieutenant.
Hey Lieutenant.
- Everybody okay back there?
- I'm good.
I'm okay.
- Radio is okay.
Burt's hurt Sir but, he's coming around.
- Filly, Archie, Tom, Oliver, check in.
- I'm okay.
Filly's gone.
Tom, Oliver, check in.
- Are you okay Boss?
- I'm uninjured.
I don't need you up here,
go back and check on our gunners.
- Okay I'm on it.
Come on Burt.
- Take it easy.
- Archie?
I need you up in the cockpit.
- Archie?
I need you up here now.
Archie.
I can't keep her steady.
I need your help.
Do what you gotta for me buddy, come on.
- Tom's gone.
Oliver's wounded, but I'm taking care of him.
- Rodger.
- I gotta peak out the nose.
I've got an idea of where we are.
There's a lot of water.
North we'll get back home.
- Alright guys, here's the situation.
Wally's gone
but we're still here, we're gonna make it home.
We're not far from Tunisia, once we're over land
Eddy, Charlie, Al you're gonna bail out and locate
friendlies on the ground.
- And what about Burt and Oliver?
- After the crew bails out, Archie and I will stay
behind landed with the wounded in Malta.
- (laughs) If we make it that far.
- How does the latch look from where you're sitting?
- You mean apart from the blown up engine
and lots of new holes?
A little smoke off the number one engine but,
otherwise looks okay to me.
I think I speak for all of us,
we can be a crater in Rome right now.
I don't think the (mumbling) through all this just to
give up on us now.
- Alright.
Well you boys hold on back there.
I gotta get some altitude if we're gonna
fly over Sicily.
- Charlie?
- Riding in there buddy.
We're almost home, alright?
- Hey (mumbling) I just got word from (mumbling)
they have us on radar.
- Engine 1 is out.
- Archie (mumbling).
- Well that lasted longer than we thought it would.
- Ey Charlie, can you further instructions
from the RAF base?
- We're about 35 miles out, Sir.
- Rodger that.
They have a clear runway for us?
- Yea they do.
Vanguard and field home in the 600
and 1st quadrant.
- Ey Charlie, I'm still new at this job.
Why does it sound like you're giving me bad news?
- Because Vanguard (mumbling) runway is made
to land spit fires not heavy bombers.
It's only 1,600 feet long.
- C, 1101 approach.
Adjusting speed, lowering gear.
- Uh hey, the gears are down.
- it's getting lower?
- Uh no it lowered,
it just sort of fell off on the left side.
- Well that certainly complicates things.
- Alright gentlemen, change of plans.
This girl's got damaged flaps.
One engine, no elevators
and unusable gear on a short runway.
There's landing and then there's crashing.
I think we're gonna cut out early for this dance.
Al, you still awake back there?
- Yea, I'm here.
- Go ahead and come up out of that ball.
Collect chutes, get Burt and Oliver rigged up
and I'll be back there to help in a sec.
Check to trim?
- Yea.
- Oh, hey!
Forget that.
Grab Burt, get ready to bail.
- Fuck.
- As soon as you're out, Burt pull.
Charlie will take care of you.
- You got me buddy?
- I got you buddy, I'm right behind you.
This is your cord.
As soon as you're out, you pull okay?
Let's go.
- Al, you're up.
God speed.
- Eddy, look up, this is Oliver.
- I got him.
- What happened?
- I'm bleeding out (mumbling).
- Hey, hey.
When we get down, the medics,
they're gonna take good care of you.
Archie, what the hell happened to your chute?
- (mumbling).
- Hey, hey.
We'll take the old girl down alright?
We'll just crash her in the surf.
I'm not leaving you behind.
Two to a chute!
Archie, two to a chute, it's been done right?
- Alright, ok.
Hook us up.
- (laughs) That's right.
You ready?
- Take care of the boys.
- No!
(female vocalizing)
- Good morning Sir.
I'm your new co-pilot.
Leiutenant Bob Tremane.
I look forward to flying with you Sir.
So I uh, I don't suppose you'd know when I can
expect my luggage to be delivered?
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