Flight Of The Intruder Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Flight Of The Intruder Script




Three Communist PT boats

attacked an American destroyer



off the coast of Vietnam




and today, President Johnson's

response was hard and tough.



He has ordered the U.S. Navy

to continue patrolling there,



and if they are attacked,

to destroy their attackers.



I understand the feelings



of those who regret that

we must undertake air attacks.



I share those feelings.



Some nights, we're

the only airplane going up...



going up into the north



and when you're thinking

you're the only Americans



over North Vietnam,



it kind of makes you wonder

just a little bit, you know.



"What am I doing here?"



We have carefully limited

those raids.



They've been directed

at concrete and steel



and not human lives.



There are at least    

antiaircraft and missile sites



around Hanoi and Haiphong.



These figures make

Hanoi's air defense



the toughest in the world.



If you can get between...



a ridge between you

and that radar site,



they can't guide

a missile at you.



It's just when you get down

in the delta in the flatlands,



that   -mile ring around...

the city of Hanoi,



it's... it's a bear.



Representatives of Hanoi

simply returned our message



in a plain envelope.



Residents of North Vietnam's

capital felt confident



in the knowledge

that their city was off-limits



to U.S. warplanes.



With American sons

in the fields far away,



I shall not seek, and l

will not accept the nomination



of my party for another term

as your president.



The greatest honor

history can bestow



is the title of peacemaker.



Do you think it's worth it?



Yeah, l... I don't know.



They... they say we're

fighting for something.



I don't know.



Through a long and bitter

struggle in Vietnam,



American fighting men



have served the cause

of freedom magnificently.



You're... you're pretty scared



when you have to roll in

on something out there,



especially when you look down,

and you see nothing



but a black cloud or

a white cloud down below you.



It's a... it's about as...

as scary a mission



as I've ever been on.



I think it tries you

to just about the maximum,



you know, the missions.



Hey, Morg.



Did you ever notice how...



how some nights you could see

more stars



than other nights?



Huh? You ever notice that?






The stars.



Oh, yeah.



I've got an update.



I'm cycling to

the coast-in point.



You're getting

in a rut.



You're getting in a rut.



I mean, did you ever

stop to think



you're taking your job just

a little bit too seriously?



Look at me--

I enjoy my work.



Yeah, I'll bet.



See, I'm happy.



See? Look.



Enemy search radar



Iooking for company.






Time to get on down.



Here we go.



Black Eagle, Devil  - - .

Feet dry.



That's a roger,  - - .



Look at that small-arms fire

down there, Morg.



Every cousin with a rifle, huh?



Jesus, you call that a rifle?



I lost them.



Yeah, you hope.



You got that riverbend ahead?



Just picked it up.



One more minute on this heading

to the turn point.



   Mike, Mike-- I see them.



Go active on ECM.



Jam 'em up.



ECM active.



We're jammin'.



Where is it?

You got it? You see it?



No, not yet.



SAM,   :  .






Ah, Jesus.



That was a piece of cake.



This is it.



Stepping in to attack.



Arm 'em.



Your pickle is hot.



Get us up to     feet, partner,



unless you want to frag

your ass.



Nag, nag, nag.



Ground lock.






They're off!



If you got the time,



we got the beer.



How about it?



Did you see anything down there?



Any secondary explosions?






Well, that's real nice.



-Suspected truck park.







Goddamn it.



Man, there was nothing there.



There never was.



Well, we're really raising hell



with the jungle tonight,

aren't we?



What is it?



What the hell is it?



What is it?



Oh, dear God.



-Oh, God Almighty.

-You got to help me!



Let go of it for a minute!



I don't want to...



Black Eagle,

this is Devil  - - .



I'm declaring emergency!



My bombardier's been hit.



I repeat:

my bombardier's been hit.



Requesting a ready deck

upon arrival!



I'll be on the bridge outside.



This is the enforcer.

Make a ready deck.



We have an emergency inbound.



 - -  switch to button three

for approach.



Uh, roger that.



Button three, Devil  - - .



Gear is down.



I got to let go

just for a second.



Come on.

I can do it.



-Got to hang on.

-I'm okay, Jakey.



Hang in there, shipmate.



We're gonna make it.



-Now keep the faith.

-I'll make it.



No strain, partner.



 - -  call your ball,

call your ball.



    ball, six point zero.



Ride your ball.



Working    knots.

You're high.



We're gonna make it.



Gotta hang in there.



Oh, geez.



Shit, he's still too high!






You're too high!






Steady your line,

steady your line.



Come left, Jake.



I'm coming in.



He's too high!

Wave him off!



 - -  wave off! Wave off!



Tie 'em down!

Tie 'em down!



I told you we'd make it, Morg.



I told you we'd make it.



Everything's cool...



We made it, Morg.



I told you we'd make it.



I got him, sir, I got him.



Just let go, for Christ's sake.



Let go!



Let go of him, sir!



I got him!



Come on, goddamn it!



Let go of him,

for Christ's sake!



Let me out,

corpsman, come on!



I need some pressure in here!



Get him out of here, goddamn it!



Medic, come on!



Watch, watch the head.



Stand by!



Bring it in, bring it in,

bring it in! Move it!






He's gone, man.



Come on, Jake.



Come on.



Oh, Jesus Christ, man.



It'll be all right, Jake.



It's going to be all right, man.



Jake, we don't want any more

of this if we can help it.



What altitude were you at

when McPherson got hit?




something like that.



I'd just taken a gun out

with a snake eye.



    or    ?



It makes a difference.



I don't know.



I'm a little shaken up

right now.



You're what?



I said I'm shaken up, sir.



I got Morg's blood all over me.



Maybe we can stop the war



till things get better then.



Nobody asked you to stop

the war, did they?



Put McPherson's death

behind you, Mr. Grafton.



Right here, right now.



Yes, sir.



Now, what altitude

were you flying at?



Uh...    .



    maybe, AGL.



I pushed the nose over...



started a shallow...



dive in on the gun

and leveled out.



Some SAMs had tried us

when we'd come in,



and I wanted to... to get

out of there low and fast.



You came out

by a different route?



Yeah. Yes, sir.



About    miles, I guess.



Lucky small-arms fire.






All right.



Just bad luck, that's all.



Just ran out of luck.



Take Mr. Grafton

off the flight schedule.



You got liberty in Subic

in a couple days.



You need the rest.



What was your target?



A suspected truck park.



You hit it?



Oh, yeah, we hit it.






A bunch of trees.



There was nothing there again.



What's your problem?



Spit it out.



Well, I don't think trees

in a suspected truck park



is worth a man's life.



Targets are picked for

political consideration,



Mr. Grafton,



with the best intelligence

we have available.



You have any trouble with that?



Well, I don't think losing Morg



is a political

consideration, sir.






I know losing

McPherson is lousy.



I don't like the targets,




I hate them.



But... I don't want any

blood feuds going on.



Half the time,

it isn't the mission



you're flying

that kills you,



it's the one before--

do you read me?



Yes, sir.






I want you to write

a letter to Morg's wife.



I'll mail it in

a couple of days



along with one from me.



Help put this thing

behind you, okay?



Thanks, skipper.



For what?



You die, son, and

I'll piss on your grave.



Down here, down here.



Hey, Jake. Jake!



What the hell?



You're not thinking

about jumping are you?



No, not yet.



You need any help,

Mr. Grafton?



We thought you might want

to talk or something.



Oh, I'm fine.

Thanks, Chief.



So Jake, how'd you guys do?



I mean, you know,

before it happened.






Yeah, trees?










Hey, Jack, you were

with a Marine detachment.



You ever

get used to it?



Yeah, I got used to it.



I'm a doc-- that's what I do.



Naw, nobody gets used to it.



You can put your job in front

of it like the skipper,



or you can even joke about it,

but nobody gets used to it.



That's right.



How about the old man?



Has he always been

like he is now?



When he chews you out?






Maybe he figures he might not

get another chance.



Hey, guys, come on.



We got a squad room meeting,

okay, Jake?



All right, all right, all right.



I got all night, too.



I want to introduce

our new replacement pilot.



Mr. Barlow, up front.



Let's hear about your life.

Come on.



Yeah! Yeah!



Up front, up front,

up front, up front,



up front, up front,

up front...



All right.



All right, all right, shut up!



I'm Lieutenant J.G. Jack Barlow.



Sit down, asshole!



How old are you, son?






You look   .



Did they teach you how to shave

at the Naval Academy?



I didn't think so.






Ah, that's your new

name for now: Razor.



Excellent name, skipper.






All right, Walter.



Thank you.



All right, at, uh...



tomorrow at     

on the flight deck



there will be a memorial service

for McPherson.



The uniform is tropical,

white, long.



Oh, yeah, one other thing.



Uh, somebody close that door

back there, will you?






Now, this matter

of the phantom shitter.



Now, I know it's a phenomenon



that occurs on a

carrier in combat



that goes back

to World War I l,



but this has gotten

out of hand.



Last night, the

phantom left a note



saying he would strike,



and this morning, a turd was

found in the XO's ashtray.



That only means

one thing, gentlemen.



It is no fighter jock

or recon puke



who is doing this thing.



It is an A-  driver,



because no one else

on this ship



can hit the XO's ashtray.






Right, right, right.









in this room right here,



is the phantom shitter.



Now, it could be your roommate,

pilot, bombardier...



Think about it.



Movie officer.



Yes, sir.



What's the film for tonight?



Uh, They Shoot Horses,

Don't They?, sir.



It's Jane Fonda, sir.



Any skin?



No, sir.



Cancel it.






Dear Sharon,



By now you've been notified

that Morgan is gone.



He was killed over Vietnam

flying a night strike



and... I wish I could say

that his death was necessary,



but... it wasn't.



The target we were bombing

was nonexistent,



and the mission was useless.



Too many good men have died like

Morgan these past two years.



I guess I knew him as well

as any man could know another.



He was... he was my best friend.



I know how heavy a burden



his loss is to you

and little Bobby,



and... and I know

how much he loved you.



Somehow I wish

there was something,



just one thing I could do



to make up for such a loss

as Morgan.



I go on, as Tennyson said,



and the world darkens around me,



"among new men, strange faces"

and other minds.



You have my deepest

and most sincere sympathy.






Real sorry about Mr. McPherson,




What's this?



Thought he was single.



He was.



He was four days ago.



You know this girl, Chief?



Yeah, she's a looker.



Probably first piece of ass

he's ever had.



When did you get married, son?



Last time in port, sir.



You know you got to have

Navy permission



to marry a foreign national?



Your folks know?



No, sir.



Do you love her?



Well, yes, sir,

of course I do, sir.



I-I got a picture of

her here in my wallet.



No, that's all right.

It's all right.



You violated a major

regulation, Hardesty,



but I'm going to sign

your chit.



You realize that you're legally



and morally obligated

to this girl.



Do you know that?



Yes, sir.



Do you understand

what that means?



You got to support her.



Yes, sir.



This aircraft

has not been cleaned!



Why hasn't this aircraft

been cleaned?



I'll clean it myself, sir.



I'll see that it's done.



You do that,

you get it done!



Get it clean!



Sorry, sir, l...



No, don't explain, son,

just get it done.



Mr. Grafton won't hold it

against you.



He's just upset.



It's just that nobody's ever



come back dead like that, sir.



Whole ship knows about it.



A lot of them come down



just to take a look

at it, but...



I don't know why we

didn't clean it, sir.



When people die,

they're just gone.



But not like this, sir.



All right, all right.



That's all right, son,

that's all right.



This is the enforcer.



Stand by to recover the call.



Mr. Cole!

How you doing?



I'm Chief Poole.

You come this way.



Commander Camparelli

is waiting for you



down in the ready room.



Hold on, Chief.



All right, sir.



I want to smell it.



I've been away for a while.



I'm ready.



All right, sir.



Mr. Cole.



Have a seat.



I'm fine, sir.






I was on the Coral Sea,

when you were on the Ranger.



Is that so?



Knew a lot of guys

in VA-  .



Knew Jim Becker.



Flew A- s with him.



You went down with him,

didn't you?



That's right, sir.



And he didn't make it.



No, sir, he didn't.



I know the whole story.



Before and after.



I know a lot about you.



Well, I'm glad, sir,



because I know a lot

about you, too.



Everybody in the Navy

knows about you, sir.






What about me?



That you're a legend, sir.



Then that makes two of us.



And sometimes that can

be a bad influence on others.



I'll try and fit in, sir.



That's my job.



Make sure you do that.



Good evening, Mr. Cole.



We'll have to try

Sector A tomorrow.



Finding out now...



Mr. Grafton.



I'm sorry about

Mr. McPherson, sir.



Is, uh, Guffy around?



You seen him?



Uh, yes, sir.



He's... he's right there.



You wanted to see me, Guffy?



Yeah, just a minute.



Let me ask you something, Guffy.



You suppose there's anything...

anything valuable here?



If they had something,

it'd be up north, wouldn't it?



That's right, Mr. Grafton.



You see this?



This is Haiphong Harbor.



It's loaded with munitions.



They take 'em out of here,



and they stick 'em here,

in Hanoi.



But it's not for you,

it's restricted.



They didn't do it in '  



we haven't flown

over it since '  



so don't even think about it.



But I do have something here



that's gonna

brighten your day.



You know that strike you flew in

the south last week?



Yeah, we refueled at Da Nang.



That one?






Army bomb damage assessment

says you killed   .



That's some body count,

eh, buddy?



You think I want

to know that, huh?



If you did what I did,

would you want to know?



No, for all you know,

those people were farmers.



You get that information,



you keep it to yourself,

all right?



I don't want to know about it.



Just keep it to yourself.



Do you even know who I am?



Yes, sir, I do, sir!



You're Commander Camparelli,

sir, the C.O.!



What kind of name

is Camparelli?!



It is an ltalian-

American name.



Have you ever met a black man

with a name like that?



No, you haven't.



I got that name



because somewhere in my past

there was a wop



in the woodpile.



Do I detect a smile



on your disgusting face,

Lieutenant Razor?



I thought not.



So it turns out that my family

are third-generation Mafia.



They were forced to make

a living in gambling,



extortion and murder,

so that their boy



could fly a jet aircraft

for the U.S. Navy.



So I take what I do serious.



Do you understand me, son?



Yes, sir, I do, sir.



Then get out of my sight.



Lieutenant Razor, dismissed!



Ah-- don't laugh.



He's your new wingman.



Just take one.



I'll hand it to you.



That's the one

I want you to have.



There's a pair of A- s

going to Subic tomorrow.



I want you take one

with the doc.



I'll put Grafton and maybe

Boxman in the other one.



As soon as you get

Jake off the deck,



you fly him dizzy,

get him drunk,



anything to wind him down

before he goes up in flames.






All that guy needs is a...



strike on the match.



All right, now listen, Doc.



Don't touch anything.



Keep your hands in your lap.






The only exception

is if you have to eject.






Now, you got a yellow

and black handle



here and one here--

you pull it.



The command will be

"eject, eject, eject."



Three times, you got it?



Yes, "eject, eject, eject."



Do I say roger or...

just do it or what?



You even say "huh," you'll

be talking to yourself...



'cause I'll be gone.






Give me    degrees lift.



We should make Luzon

in about    minutes.



You're getting pretty good

at this, aren't you?



I watch my BN a lot.



I sort of picked it up.



If I'm wrong, I don't know...






What do you think?









That's good food man, good food.



You're my favorite pilot, Jake.



Did you know that?



I thought you were

your favorite pilot.



Hey, Sammy, how you doing

out there, man?



You enjoying yourself?

How's the doc?



I think Mad Jack's asleep.



No, I'm not.



Hey, follow the leader.



What do you think, huh?



How much?



Talk to the man.



Oh, I don't know.



What do you say,

five bucks, hard cash?



Oh, you're on, Cool Hand.



This is going to be

the most exciting thing



you've ever done

with your clothes on, Doc.



Oh, Jesus.



Oh, no.



Come on, Jake.



You can do better than this.



Now, I'm gonna have some fun.






Come on, Jake.



Doc's falling asleep here.



I'm getting a little




Sammy, you're a dick!



Whoo! You can fly a plane, Jake!



Hey, Cool Hand.



Where are you guys?






Here, Doc, take some oxygen.



You'll feel better...



Keep both hands on the wheel!



It's not funny!



Woo, yeah.



We're having some fun now,

aren't we, Morg?



It's not Morg, Cool Hand, okay?



It's me.



You take it easy?



You okay, huh?



Where are you guys?



That's all you get

for five dollars, okay, man?



We're gonna bring it in.



But are the girls clean?






You afraid of a few bugs, son?



You afraid of disease?



What kind of aviator are you,

Razor, huh?



Well, who's on for Po City?



Checklist, yeah,

preflight, kid.






Yeah, yeah, I'm cool.






I've got two.



Oh, yeah?



I always carry    myself.



That's not a joke.



No shit, Razor.



It is the biggest cathouse

east of Port Said, man.



Whole town is dedicated.



Know what I mean?



You coming, Jake?



Cold beer, hot women...



Put the war in perspective.



Tell you what.



I think I'm going to

catch you guys later.



I've got something

to take care of.









Mr. Lieutenant?






Excuse me.

Thank you.



I was looking

for Mrs. McPherson.



Sharon's gone.



Her husband was killed.



I know.



You're here on a duty call.



They send you here

to stroke the widow?



Who are you?



Callie Troy.



I'm helping pack their stuff.



The Navy pays me to help people

like Sharon.



What can I tell you,

Mr. Lieutenant?



They were here,

but now they're gone.



Like a lot people these days.



When you get in your airplane

and fly away alone,



sometimes you don't come back.



He wasn't alone.



And he did come back.



I was with him.



Commander Cole here

decided to join our posse, Jake.



This is Lieutenant

Jake Grafton--



"Cool Hand."



Glad to meet you, Jake.



How do you want

to be called, Commander?



Cole. Virgil Cole.



It's his third tour, man.



He really knows his shit.



You got the DFC and

the Silver Star, don't you?



Does it matter?



Hell, no, it doesn't matter,

Cole, Virgil Cole.



Here we are.

Home, sweet home.



Put on your wings, Jake.



You want to relax?



Hey, Jake!



Let's relax.



Ain't it great

to be home, Jake?



Some things

never change, right?



Thanks, Joe.

Hope you don't get the clap.



Give this man another beer




Boxman, Boxman!

How are you?



Hey! All right!



When'd you get back?



Hey, Carrie, how's the baby?!



Looks just like you!






You didn't think



I was coming back, did you?



April, oh, my goodness,

you sweet thing.



You've been working

out, I can tell.



Come up here.



Some of them

are real dogs, Boxman.



They're all beautiful



after being with you chumps

for    days, right?



...gonna buy my baby

a diamond ring...



If that diamond ring

don't shine...



Get a fighter pilot to do it!



Are you a fighter pilot?



Don't ask a man

if he's a fighter pilot.



If he is,

he'll let you know.



If he isn't,

don't embarrass him.






Fighter-pukes make movies.






Bomber pilots make history.



Prove it, asshole.



Nice carrier landing!



I don't hear

your engines running!



And I don't see

your salute!



Launch the Intruder!.



Yeah! Yeah!



Bo Diddly, Bo Diddly,

have you heard?



How you doing?



Hey, flyboy...



I think you were lucky

and I lost money.



Do it again, boy.



You boys got a problem?



What's it to you?



What's it to you, nigger?



Hey, watch your mouth, mister.



You gonna stop me?



I got to go, man.



If the house is a-rockin',

don't bother knockin'



If the house is a-rockin'



Don't bother knockin'



If the house is a-rockin',

don't bother, come on in...



Watch out, Razor!



Nature calls.



Now, repeat after me.



Say, "Black is beautiful."



Hey, Jake, this place

is a drag, man, huh?



Let's go, come on.



Come on.



You get my hat?



I don't know.



I don't know!



I'm gonna throw you in, anyway.



Mess call!



Mess call!



Got room in here for a six pack

and a pizza?



Sure, sailor, okay.



Aw, man!






I'm in shit, Morg.



Hey, Jake, hey, man.



It's the Boxman, okay?



Come on, Jake, come on.



If the house is a-rockin',

don't bother knockin'...



Come on, man!

Come on!



Oh, shore patrol!



Saved, man.



We're saved, Jake.



Emergency egress, gentlemen.



Cole, Virgil Cole,

let's go, man.



Hey, Box...



I, uh...



appreciate you getting me

out of there, man.



I know, l...



Hey, Jake, put it

down, man, okay?



Morg's gone.



Let him go.






Have some coffee.



You going back?



Hey, my wingman Razor's



still out there... alone,

you know?






Adios, compadre.









Uh, hold on, Box.



You'll be all right,



Mr. Grafton.



I'm tactical.



I know this is foolish of me...



but I'm a little tipsy

and l, um...



I made a fool of myself earlier.



I... I was a real...



Slow down, slow down.



And I guess I owe you one.



Owe me one?



Yeah, l...



want to make it right by you.



What can I do?



Uh... okay.



Um... dance?



All right.



I want to jump, but

I'm afraid I'll fall



I want to holler,

but the joint's too small...



I make up

all my own moves!



Seems like it.



I got the rockin' pneumonia

and the boogie-woogie blues...



Yeah, I learned this

when I was a hippie!



I want to kiss her,

but she's way too tall



Young man rhythm's

got ahold of me, too



I got the rockin' pneumonia...



Tonight you're mine,




You give your love so sweetly



Tonight, the light of love

is in your eyes



Will you still love me tomorrow?






Thank you.



Is, uh...



is that your daughter?



It's all right.



Where's her father?



He's scattered all over

North Vietnam.



He went out one day alone,

and the SAMs got him.



Since no one was with him



and his body

was never found,



they have him listed as MlA.



Of course, it isn't true.



You knew I was a pilot.



I married a pilot.



Didn't it make

you remember?



Maybe I wanted to remember.






How's your wife?



She's fine.

She's fine, sir.



Really appreciate everything

you done for me, sir.



Nice to meet you, Mrs. Grafton.



Got a beautiful child, sir,



beautiful wife,

beautiful family.



Want to thank you again

for everything you done.



It's no trouble, Hardesty,

no trouble.



Nice to meet you, Mrs. Grafton.



"Beautiful family."



Callie, I know we don't want



to complicate things



any more than

we have to, but l...



I'd like to write to you,

if that'd be all right?



I'd like that.



It would be fine.



I'd like it very much.



Have you always been

this stupid?!



How did a person like you,

as stupid as you are,



become an aviator?!



Can you read?!



Are you that illiterate?!



This is no kindergarten!



This is no, no preschool!






Get in here.



You were part of this, too.



Sit down, both of you.



Now what's this crap



about you attempting

to feed a merchant seaman



to some alligators?



They were crocodiles, sir.



I don't give a damn.



Now go on.



Well, I attempted to throw



the aforementioned puke

to the crocodiles, sir,



when his belt caught on

the railing and I failed.



An altercation

then ensued, sir.



    bucks damage,



   men in the brig



and an alligator injured...



and you got away.



Using escape and evasion

techniques, sir,



I was able to avoid

being captured and, sir,



we didn't hurt that crocodile.



He was fine when we left.



Yeah, he was okay, skipper.



Damn it, stand up!



Who gave you permission

to sit down?



Who was with you?



I'd rather not say, sir.



That's the same thing he said.



Mr. Cole.



I couldn't help but overhear

the conversation,



and I thought

I might add something, sir.



Then go ahead, mister.



These men were victimized, sir.






Exactly, sir,

they were victimized.



We were lucky to escape.

I saw the whole thing.






And I'm sure you'd let me know



if these gentlemen

were at fault.



That's affirmative, sir.



That'll be all, Mr. Cole.



Yes, sir.



All right.



All right,

I'll cover your asses--



both of you.



Because you told the truth,



and kept the faith.



But if I catch

either one of you



shitting in some

vital area on my ship,



you'll be keelhauled--



and that's serious

on an aircraft carrier.



Get out of here, Cool Hand.



Yes, sir.



As for you, Razor...



running with known

psychopaths now, huh?



Who am l, Razor?



You're third-generation

Mafia, sir.






You rodent.



I was built with this ship.



I am a weapons system,

and there was a cost overrun!






Come on in.



Commander Cole.



Mr. Grafton.



Have you recovered yet?



Oh, yeah.



Uh, I saw the duty

roster out here,



and they've got us paired up.



Looks like you're

going to be my new BN.



I thought we may have

a chance to visit



for a minute.



What do you got on your mind?



Well, actually, sir,



I got the word that

this is your third tour,



and I was... I was curious.



What makes a man come back

for the third time?



I like to fight.



Have you had a lot of pilots?



Oh, four or five.



I'm kind of hard on pilots.



Have, uh...



you ever been up north?






In the old days,

that's where the war was.



Boy, I bet... I bet

there was something up there



that really made the trip

worthwhile back then, huh?



I mean, I figure a guy like you

ought to know, huh?



There was a lot up there

worth it.



You know that.



SAMs are the scene here, man.



SAM sites are the most righteous

targets we got.



You ever fly lronhand?






No, no.



No, not me.



I... I don't let them shoot

rockets at me for sport.



You get to kill them.



It's gratifying.



Yeah, but I bet

it's not as gratifying



as what was up north, huh?



I get your drift.



Don't even think about it.



Well, I just know



it's going to be a pleasure

to fly with you, Mr. Cole.



Hot dog.



Well, today's your lucky day.



The only A- B qualified crew,

Jackson and Greeves,



were scrubbed because

they didn't have a day trap.



So your BN volunteered you

for SAM suppression.



Ever pull lronhand duty?



You fly the B?






Wait a minute.



I'm not B qualified.



I've never even sat

in the damn thing.



Well, it's a good thing

Mr. Cole has.



Besides, you're all we got.






Do you know something

I don't know?






Maybe not.



Look, just relax.



I'll talk you through it.



I used to be an

instructor on the B.



The only difference is



a couple of black boxes,

and they're all mine.



So just... follow steering

and flow with it.



You see, lronhand's my thing.



It's simple.



We're the decoys.



We get them to turn their radar

on and shoot at us.



But then again,

we get to shoot back



and kill them

with our missiles.



That way, the bombers can have

a pleasant SAM-free evening



dropping their bombs.



When you shoot the shrike,

just remember not to look at it.



It'll blind you.



Otherwise, it's a simple deal.



When the SAM's radar goes on,

that's your target. You shoot.



They either have to shut off

and lose the missile



or eat the shrike.



Even if they do shut off,



sometimes the shrike remembers

where they're at.



Mean bastards, eh?



You know something?



I think that's the most I've

ever heard you say at one time.






Look, man.



I hate SAMs.



I get all worked up

just thinking about them.



When I tell you to do something,

just make sure you do it.






I can tell this is going to be

a real love affair.



Break left.



All right, that's enough.



That's enough.



Just checking.



Devil  - -  feet dry.



Roger,  - - .



We copy, feet dry.



Good hunting, Cool Hand.



Let's let them know we're here.



Put your mask on,

it's going to be a gunfight.



Man, we've been made.



Give me     degrees, nose up.



A SAM just lifted off--   :  .



Oh, Jesus,

there's another one!



It's not any fun until

they send up three at once.



Then we give the Gomers

our first rocket



while you dive under.



Oh, I do, do l?



Where do you get all this

confidence in my ability?



Now that's four.



Are you happy now?



Aim at the strobe.



Come on, come on.



They're going into high PRM.



Just a second.



Shoot, shoot.



Spread out, spread out left.



I told you not to look.



Hang a left and hit

the shaft, goddamn it.



Two more dead ahead.






Get your nose down!



Just another

flight-controlled radar.






Look at that thread direction.



It's coming up behind us.



Maybe a conical missile scan.



That's no missile scan;



that's a MiG, baby.



Black Eagle,

this is Devil  - - .



We got a bandit

crawling up our ass.



Get those F s over here.






And I do mean expedite.



Now, let's get out of here.



Give me    degrees, nose up.



What are you, crazy, man?



That's a MiG.

We don't even have a gun.



No, but we got a shrike,

and that'll take care



of the radar site

that's guiding the sucker.



Come on, you crazy bastard.



Goddamn it, I'm going to shoot

before he gets it.



Not yet, not yet.



That's it.



Right there.



Close your eyes.









Drop your flares

and cut your heat signature.



Hard right.



Oh, God.



We got a flame out.



Engines just shut down.



We got to get power

for a restart.



Emergency generator on.



Okay, throttle up.



Here goes nothing.



A thousand feet and dropping.



You're decelerating.



Come on, come on.



Air speed     knots.



We're going to drop



Iike a rock at    .



Well, then why don't you eject?



Screw it.

I came along for the ride.



Come on, you sucker, light up.






Come on, baby.



   ...    .



Things are coming alive.



Yeah, we got restart.



Yeah, you beautiful, wonderful

little aerodynamic wonder, you.






Whoo! Flow with it, yeah!



This is X-Ray     and  .



We have your bandit in tow.



He's ours, gentlemen.



Cavalry's on its way.



I've had enough fun.



Let's go home.



Wash the windows,

check the oil.



Hey, what happened

to you guys?



A couple of minutes back there

you didn't answer my calls.



Oh, that.



We had a MiG after us.



We did an engine shutdown

to throw him off.



In the middle of combat?






Cool move.



Cool as a jewel.



That's bullshit.



I pulled back on the throttles

too much.



That was a major screw-up,

and you know it.



Well, don't worry.



It won't affect my decision.



Your what?



If you were a candy ass,

I'd ask for a new pilot,



but I figure you'll do.



Hey, Jake.



Hey, man.






What you doing up here?



Ah, it's a good place to think.



Oh, yeah?



Me, too, huh.



I like the noise.



It's good, it's good.



What do you got there, Box?






It's just some mail,

you know, outgoing.



Is that all yours?



Well, yeah.



I got a lot of people

to write to, man.



This is only Post City,




These are my favorites.



These I like, too.



Now, wait a minute.



You had time for this

and for evaluation?



I got a lot

of responsibilities, man,



you know?



I'm a...



I'm a patriarch.



No, really.



A patriarch.






Want to hear something?



What do you got?



Hold on.



Wait till you hear this.



It's something else.



Listen to this.









You hear that?






No, no, no.



He said "daddy," man.

That's my son.



That's my son.

It's beautiful, huh?



That's your son?



How'd you know?



I don't know, and I don't

give a shit either.



He can be my son

if he wants to be.



Why not?

Sure he can. Yes.



Right? I mean,

she wants him to be.



So do l.



I mean, that's what's

important, right?



That's right,

that's what's important.



Right. Right.



What's she like?



She's butt ugly.



I mean, she's ugly,



but she's got a great body, man.



Well, you know...



You know, Jake,



I think I could love

an ugly woman.



I mean, you can trust her more.



The pretty ones...



they only care about

themselves, right?






Right? I mean,

you know what I mean.



Yeah, sure.



That's nice.









Thanks a lot, Jake.



Yeah. Thanks a lot, man.



All right.



I'll see you around.



All right.



Mr. Grafton.



You wouldn't happen

to have anything



on North Vietnam, would you?



Like what?



Oh, I don't know.



Anything with...

maybe some maps?



Try this Geographic.



The map's in the back.



Keep it quiet.



It's not supposed to circulate.



All right. Thanks.



You want to bomb Hanoi.



You realize I could have you




for even making the suggestion.



That's right.



You took a big risk.



Yes, I did.



Why do you want to do this?



I think you know why.



There's guys like Morgan...



they're dying every day,

every single day.



This war...



This war's not going to end.



You think it would matter?



One plane?



Yes, I do.



It would matter to me.



I think it would matter to Morg.



It'd matter to all the other

guys that had gotten bagged.



It would matter to you,

and you know it.



So, you think putting

a couple of snake eyes



in the middle of party

headquarters is the answer?



Well, I don't know

if it's the answer,



but I'll tell you what.



It's going to get their

attention, isn't it?



You'd be going

right downtown.



It'd be no piece of cake.



Yeah, but it would be worth it.



And this time it's not going

to be a bunch of trees.



It's not going to be

a road junction.



It's going to be a

mission, a real mission.



You think it would change

anything at the peace table?



I don't know.



It might.



No dice.



I've been in this war

too long



to listen to this

idealistic bullshit.






Let me tell you, friend,



there's nothing up there

worth dying for.



No, let me tell you something.



You risk your life.



You risk your life every

mission, every stinking mission.



I do my job.



I do my job.



Don't worry.



I'm going to forget

we even talked about this.



Dear Callie,



Last night, l...

I talked to my new bombardier



about an idea I had,



but he told me...

he told me it was crazy.



Now I'm very confused.



I know that I have to do

something about Morg's death,



but I don't know what.



Tonight we go out again to bomb

another useless target.



I miss you and little Sally.



I'll write again soon.






All right, Jakey.



Bring it up a little tighter.



Here we go again.



Another important road junction.



Probably a couple of goat paths.



Locking down,

ground lock on target.






Drop and try it, Jake.






Bombs away.



All right, they're off.



Anybody see any secondaries?



Anybody see any secondaries?



I didn't think so.






Give me some altitude.



Let's level off at     .



Right with you, Boxman.



Oh, shit.



We got SAMs at   :  .



Okay, they launched.



Anybody see anything?



I think I saw two.



They're under that cloud bank.



You see it, Jake?






Hard right! Hard right!



Okay, there's one left.



Uh, it just shut the radar down.



Where is the sucker? Jesus!



It's starting again.



All right, listen to me,

Box: turn into it.



Where? I can't see it!



I can't see it!



I'm hit, Jake, I'm hit!



Oh, my God, Jake!



Get out! Eject!



Punch out! Punch out!



He's gone.







you still with us?



We all miss Boxman...

but he's gone, okay?






I'd like to introduce you

to Mr. Young and Mr. Reynolds.



They're the replacement

crew from Hubie.



So why don't you go ahead



and tell us a little bit

about yourselves.



Uh... I'm Lieutenant

Larry Young.



Shut up, asshole.



Well, we've got to name them.



Why don't we just call 'em

"new guys."



We used up all the good names.



Let's just call them "new guys."



New One, New Two.



Very good, Razor.



You just have such

a vivid imagination.



Movie officer,

what's the film tonight?



There's no movie,

sir, just news.



Okay, news in the ready room.



There will be a memorial service



for Box and Letto

at       tomorrow.



Dress is tropical white, long.



That'll be all.



A Swiss camera crew

in Hanoi, North Vietnam,



took this footage

of a celebration of sorts,



commemorating the defeat

of American air pirates.



Here in

People's Resistance Park,



they've set up trophies

of their victories:



grim reminders of the losses



taken in this seven-year-old war

over the North.



I'll do it.



I'll go downtown with you.



But first I want you to know

something about me.



I had a pilot

by the name of Jim Becker.



He was a good man.



We made an agreement



that if we ever went down,

one of us got hurt,



that the other guy would go on.



A SAM took us out.



We were down on the ground

for days,



sneaking around, eating bugs,

living in holes that we dug.



On the sixth day,

Becker stepped on a mine



and blew half his leg off.



I tied it off, and

he told me to go on.



I got about a half mile away...

and I couldn't do it.



But by the time

I got back to him,



they had already found him

and killed him.



I saw it happen.



I just thought you

ought to know that...



the skipper and a lot of guys

think I just left him there.



I don't think

you left him there.



All right.



All right.



Forget your party headquarters.



Did you see those trucks,



those fins behind the

display on the news?



Well, yeah,

l-I think I did.



Did you ever hear of SAM City?



Well, I'll tell you, I've heard

a lot of stories about SAM City,



but I never...



They're true.



You just saw it.



It's no story.



It's real.



The air force photographs

them every day.



You're shitting me.






Well, then there's got to be

data on it somewhere.



Honey, we aren't

in the air force.



I saw a picture of People's

Resistance Park in here,



but there's no reference

to it on the map.



It's there.



It's there, Jake.



How can it be?



I haven't seen it on the map.



I was there!.



I've seen it: SAM City.



They take 'em out of there,



and they fire 'em at us.



Now, if we could get



a couple of bombs in there,



set off some

of those warheads...



The whole place would blow.



A lot of guys' names

on those missiles.



You tell me you're interested

in payback.



That might be worth

a court-martial.



What do you think?



I think we should have

another look at that tape.



Hey, man,

what are you doing up?



You should be in the sack.



You got an alpha strike




Oh, I couldn't sleep.



I'm walking it off.



Watch out,

skipper's on the prowl.



Shitter posted a strike.



Said he's going to piss.



That doubles his capabilities.



It's getting very dangerous.



He could hit anywhere.



Steam irons,

after-shave bottles...



Just think of

the targets available.



What are you doing up?



Don't lose sleep over it,




The price of peace

is eternal vigilance.



That's it.



God, look at those mothers.



Rows and rows of them.



If we just knew where that was.



People's Resistance Park,

Park of the People.



It's there somewhere.



So that's the Land of Oz.



Need some help?






Red River, Paul Doumier Bridge.



Then you follow the main

boulevard, you go right to it.



People's Resistance Park.



It's right across the square

from the national assembly.



SAM City, man.



You guys must be nuts.



The air force won't give me

any pictures of downtown.



I'd have to send for 'em.



That would be like

robbing a bank



and using your own car

for the getaway.



But you follow the boulevard,

you go right to it,



but I did not tell you.



I did not tell you, man.



You know what this is?



It's the yellow brick road.



In three nights



we hit the power plant

at Bac Yang.



We'll be carrying

thousand-pound snake eyes



instead of    s.



That's right.



When we drop them,

we drop them retarded.



I'll bet we can get really low--

maybe even     feet.



We can use two

on the power plant,



and that leaves us

eight for SAM City.



We're never going to get

another chance like this.



You guys are crazy, man.



You're never going

to frigging make it.






I get good vibes.



Well, it looks like

we got lndian country ahead.



We are coasting.



Black Eagle,

Devil  - - -- feet dry.



Roger,  - - .



Good hunting, gentlemen.



Initial point...

new heading,  - - .



Okay, as soon as we

come out of this,



keep your eyes peeled

for that power plant.






Okay, I see it.



On target and into attack.



Here she comes, five miles out.



Ground lock, ten seconds.



Hold it.



Your pickle's hot.






Bombs away.



Your new vector is  - - 

degrees, heading north.



 - - .



You have anybody you want

to say good-bye to?



Oh, maybe just a girl

and her kid.



But they hardly knew me.



How about you?



I used up my good-byes.



Let's do it.






Level at    .



Hot dog.



Five miles to target.






There she is.



I see it.



It's too quiet.



Where's the goddamn flak?



Don't worry about it.



Gomers can't get us now.



Nothing's going to get us now.



Jesus Christ.



Flow with it.



Damn, we're going to have to go

right through this crap.



Into attack, pickle's hot.






Velocities have gone bananas.



It's either

the navigational system



or the computer.



The manual says

to kick the son of a bitch.



Get the rotors going.



"State of the art."



It's gone.



We're going to have to bomb

by hand.



I think I got it.



Left five.



We're at the initial point.

come hard left.



Okay, I've got

the yellow brick road in sight.



Jesus, what a great target.



Steady, now.



God, a SAM just lifted off!



Ahead right.



Hold it.



Come on, do it! Do it!






Bomb's away, breaking left.



Holy shit!

Get it out! Get it out!



You're in the clear.



You all right?



Did we hit it?



I don't think so.



Yeah, but you had a lock

on it, didn't you?






And the bombs fused.






Well, then, why not?



Because they didn't drop!



You're kidding me.



All that jinking around must

have thrown off the ACU.



They'd never expect us

to come back.



Nobody'd go through that again.



Tell you what.



I came here to bomb.



Come hard left.



Heading     .



  - -  one more time.



Check the ACU

circuit breakers.



Armament circuit

breakers back in.



Maintain     feet.






We're at Jet B.



Hard left.



Get it on.



Though I walk

through the valley...



Three miles to target.



Right, two degrees.



I shall fear no evil...



Get it on.



For Thou art with me.



Thy rod and thy staff...



Pickle's hot.



-Stand by.

-Comfort me.



One mile-- keep on trucking.



Stand by.






They're off!



Breaking left!

Breaking left!



Payback, you mother!



-Get down!

-Direct hit!



Listen to the music

of the traffic in the city



Linger on the sidewalk where the

neon lights are pretty



How can you lose?



The lights are

much brighter there



You can forget

all your troubles



Forget all your cares



And go downtown!



This further dramatizes

the reasons for withdrawal



from the peace negotiations

in Paris.



The only damage was a direct hit

to a children's hospital,



Ieaving hundreds

of innocent infants dead.



French journalist from Hanoi,



about an hour ago.



You were over Hanoi,

weren't you?



It was a good mission, sir.



Sir, we blew the shit

out of them,



but didn't come near

any hospital.



You think I don't know that?



I know what you hit.



The air force knows

what you hit.



So does CTF   



so does General Giap



and the entire

World Communist Union.



But no one's

going to admit it.



So far as this navy's concerned,

you didn't kill a rat!



Face forward, mister.



I'm just starting.



Where do you get off, mister?



Are you special?



You're just

a sensitive fella here.



I'd like to take you home

to my mama.



And as for you,



you can lead the Manson family

now that Charlie's in jail.



You'd like that,

wouldn't you?



You're a maniac.



They ought to study you, Cole.



Are there times



when you have the

moral obligation



not to follow orders?



Of course there are.



The navy didn't tell you

to strafe women and children



or do anything that violated

your conscience.



But, you heroes,

you do not have the right



to make up your own orders!



You have abused my trust

and the trust of every officer



in this squadron!



You'll be confined to your

quarters until tomorrow morning,



when you will accompany me

on the cod to Subic Bay



for inquiry into

court-martial charges.



Get out my sight.






Be seated.



I hope you realize that now

is the time to come to Jesus.



Anyone giving me less than

   % proof will find himself



in a place like Adack, Alaska,

or Diego Garcia.



You will be there

awaiting court-martial



or resignation processing.



It will take

three to four years



to process a resignation.



Do I make myself clear?



All right, what about it,

Mr. Grafton?



There was only one mission, sir.



That right, Mr. Cole?



That's about the size of it.



We did it ourselves.



Normally, I'm blabby,

but I sat on this one.



You took an oath, Mr. Cole.



You, too, Mr. Grafton.



You took an oath

to defend the constitution



and obey the orders of

the officers appointed over you.



It's the same oath that every

officer in the navy has taken



for damn near     years.



And during all that time,



the military has

obeyed the civilians



over the elected government.



Now, they might not

have always been right



or wise or even smart,

but they were elected.



Any other way, and the United

States would be nothing more



than another two-bit

military dictatorship.



Why did you do this, Cole?



An officer

with your fine record?



Did you think you were going

to win the war?



Frankly, sir, I think

we're going to lose this one.



But I do love the work.



Mr. Cole, you may find

that amusing, but we don't.



Gentlemen, this is our country

you're messing with.



Well, Mr. Grafton, you have

an attentive audience here.



Perhaps you can explain to us



why you thought a one-plane war

was the way to go.



Well, sir, we bomb worthless

targets night after night--



I mean, three tents

under a tree...



sampan repair yards that have

been hit ten times already.



Sir, you know the list



better than I do.



My first bombardier and      

other Americans are dead and...



can anyone tell me why?



I realize that

I'm Lieutenant Nobody.



I'm... I'm not really sure

about anything anymore.



This war's become

very confusing.



Nobody... nobody wants

to fight in it.



Nobody seems to want to win it.



Maybe it never should

have happened,



but people do die in it.



Maybe for me, it got personal,

because I do know the difference



between dying for something

and dying for nothing.



I know that's no excuse.



I... I know that.



And I broke the faith,

and for that, I am truly wrong.



Perhaps I should hang.



Hanging, Mr. Grafton,



is no longer a

punishment much in use.



But a prison term

in Leavenworth is,



or a dishonorable discharge



if a court-martial

should so decide.



But whatever happens,

I think it's safe to say



that your career

in the navy is over.



The only question's how.



Well, hell, I guess...



I guess I got you

into this, didn't l?



I don't see it that way.



Well, it was my fight

and my fault.



It was just your idea.



It was my choice.



Nobody tells me what to do.



That's part of the reason



these human Dobermans

are watching me.



Look, Jake,

I've never trusted anybody.



I've never counted on anybody

but myself.



But I'll tell you,

nobody has a chance alone.



I'm glad we did this together.



We never broke the faith, amigo.



If we hang or go to jail,

we do it together.






I wouldn't have missed it

for the world.



What we're going to tell you,




may come as a surprise,



but it must be held

in the utmost secrecy,



and its importance

will become obvious.



I think you'll understand.



All charges against your

boys have been dropped.






They're gone.






Never happened.



What do you want me

to do, Captain?



Cover it up,

sweep it under the rug.



Take your men back

to your carrier



first thing in the morning,



keep their mouths shut.



Beyond that, you can do

what you want to with them,



but this affair's over.



May I ask the captain, why?



Because the President

of the United States,



Richard M. Nixon,



is quite irritated

at the opposition



for leaving the peace table.



He has just ordered

Operation Linebacker ll--



the unrestricted bombing



of all military targets

in North Vietnam.



We'd look like real idiots

court-martialing an A-  crew



for doing what the President

of the United States



just told us to do.



If even a rumor got

back to the press,



you can understand

the ramifications.






Yes, sir.



I want you out of my squadron.



You'll be transferred out

at my convenience.



Wait a minute!



Good men die,



and all we care about is

following the rules, huh?



What are you looking for,







Now, this is not

the place for it.



You're going to shake

your fist at God



and say, "Give me revenge"?



Well, He ain't listening.



You know what's

going on back home.



Bombs, riots, people spitting

on soldiers in airports.



The whole country is

tearing itself apart.



Is there anything in this

pissant war worth that?



Christ, all we really got

is each other.



I want you to think

about that



while we're out there

this morning, Mr. Grafton.



This is a daylight raid,




Air force, marines, navy,

everything we got.



They've had three years

to get ready for us.



The most formidable

air defenses



in the history of warfare.



Our job, the task of the

lntruder, is to kill SAMs.



Make no mistake about it,




SAMs are where

your ordnance goes.



Otherwise, those B-  s

will be dead meat.



We can expect a forest of SAMs

and flak you can lay down on.



We've got to cut a path through

for the air force.



We'll be going

in broad daylight



with nothing to hide behind.



We'll be easy targets

up there, gentlemen,



but they're counting on us.



Lean into it.



Let's go downtown!






All right!



This is Nomad Leader

on the mail.



Give me the coordinates.



Three-wheel painted Mustang,

suggest you orbit at     .



You'll be good bait.



Devil  -    stay close



and move when I tell you.



That's a roger, Devil Leader.



Devil Leader, this is  - - .



We're five miles behind you.



Skipper, you ever been

afraid of dying?



Son, you got to have

permission to die,



and I'll tell you when that is.



Got that one site--

it's a gun down there.



B issue   .



He's got me painted.



I'm bracketed.



Okay, break right.



Oh, shit, I'm hit.



I'm hit.



 -    to Devil Leader.



You're smoking, Devil Leader.



Get out, sir.



My BN is dead.



I'm getting out of here.



My canopy's stuck.



Damn it.



I can't eject.



Get out, sir, get out.



I'm taking her down.



I've got a clearing ahead

and a road.



I think I can make it.



Level your wings-- easy, boss.



I'm right behind you.



You can do it, sir.



Devil Leader off the screen.



Do you have a visual?



He's down.



Devil Leader down on the road.



I see the aircraft--

it's smoking.



We need a rescue team.



I've got a Jolly Green



standing by, but he's unarmed.



We need prop-driven planes

in here.



Send in the Sandies.



They can get in low,



under that ZSU.



I'm right behind you,  -   .



Going down for a look.



There's a gun down there,  - - .



Well, how else are we

going to find it?



I found it,  -   .



This place is crawling with NVA.



We've been hit, fans,

we've been hit.



Call it in, Sammy.



Call it in.



Black Eagle, Black Eagle,



this is Devil  - - .



My primary hydraulics are gone.



I'm losing fuel.



I think I can make feet wet,




Skipper, do you read me?



Skipper, come in.



Skipper, do you read me?



Do you read me?



Black Eagle,

I can't raise the skipper.



This is  -   .

Going down to take a look.



Devil Leader, this is  -   .



Come in, skipper.



Stay high,  -   .



Those guns are still out there

just waiting for more game.



They must think

I've got a missile,



because they won't turn on

their radar, chicken shits.



We have bingo fuel.



Can it.

We're staying.



I'm not leaving the skipper

out here alone.



I heard that, Razor.



You do nothing of the kind.



You're going to be naked

out here without us, sir.



You get your young ass back

and rearm.



No way, sir, we're staying.



That's an order.



You hear me?



Yes, sir.



We have a pickup for fuel.



Make a ready deck,

make a ready deck.



 - - ...



Hey, one more thing.



I'm changing your name

to Straight Razor.






You've become

a real weapon, son.



Yes, sir.



It's Grafton and Cole, sir.



Aren't they supposed



to be grounded?



I see a strike

preparing to launch.






Hang in there, Devil Leader.



We got you covered.



Listen up, you criminals.



That gun is still down here,

and there may be more.



Okay, here he is, I see him.



Going into bombs.



I'm going to shove it

down his throat.



They're off!



Ah, you ever eject?



Not my trip, man--

I didn't like it.



Keep on rolling the dice.



Ah, shit, we're on fire.



We're going to have to

bail out over Camparelli.



Not yet!



God, I was hoping I was never

going to have to do this.



This is the end of Devil  - - .



Say goodbye, asshole.



Eject, eject, eject.



Good-bye, asshole.









Damn, it's broken.



Watch your big feet.






You think

this changes anything...



you hoodlum?



Yeah, you disobeyed orders




I grounded you.






I am on the ground.



Aw, you're funny, cute.



Virgil, Virgil, do you copy?



Virgil, this is Jake.



Do you read me?



Cole, where are you, buddy?



Son of a bitch,

I'm going to get him.



What can we do, huh?



Huh? What can you do?!



I got to do something!



What can you do, huh?



Hey, you don't know

if he's dead.



You don't know where he is.



-Let me go.

-Sit still!



Virgil, where are you, buddy?



Virgil, Virgil, do you copy?



Virgil, this is Jake.



Do you read me?






Tell me where you are, man.



I'll come get you.



Calm down, buddy.



I had to split, man.



It was a bad scene for a while,

but everything's cool now.



How's the skipper?



He's with me.



Man, listen up.



Tell me where you are.



Tell me where you are.



All right, buddy?



Don't worry about me, man.



I got my face painted and

bushes tied all around me.



Them mothers are going

to have to step on me



to know where I am.



I don't believe him.



Before they...



Get down there.



Cole, you listen to me.



They're going to bomb your ass



if you don't come out,

goddamn it.



I'm out of here, man.



They'll never catch me.



Sandy Lead, this is Cole,  - - .



Strafe where you can see

and expedite.



Right away, man.



Virgil, I'm going to come in

and get you, you asshole!



Get back here!



Grafton, get back here!






See, Cool Hand, you stupid ass.



I told you to stay down.



They got you pinned, man.



You want to get killed?



Now crawl back to the skipper.



Now... do it.



Sandy Low Lead, Sandy Low Lead,

this is Cole,  - - .



Go ahead,  - - .



I'm done, Sandy.



I'm all screwed up.



My back's broken.



They're everywhere.



I'm sitting on a ZSU.



They're using me for bait.



Don't do it!



Don't you do this to me!



Don't give up on me!



We're not going anywhere

without you!



Do it, Sandy.



Lay it in on me, man.



I'm popping smoke.









Do it, Sandy.



Do it now.



I'd do it for you.



That's a rog,  - - .



Alpha, Mike, Foxtrot.



No... no.









Come on.



I know you didn't want

to lose another one, okay?



Now, come on.

I didn't either.



It hurts.



Come on, we got to go.



Get out of there,  - - .



We're marking with Willy Pete

for a napalm run.



Come on,

let's get out of here.



Come on.

Come on.



This is Devil  - - .



Does anyone read?



Devil  - -  this is Rover.



What's your Charlie Sierra?







Sandy, clear out

this ground fire!



Devil  - -  this is Rover--

Do you read?



You're all right.



Oh, shit.



Oh, leave me here.



Aw, shit.



You got a chance alone.



Get going, Grafton, now!



Devil  - -  this is Rover.



If you read, pop smoke.



Rover, this is Grafton  - - .



I'm popping smoke.



I want you to drop

the Penetrator in.



It's over, goddamn it.



What do you think

you're doing, huh?



I'm taking you

out of here, sir.



Wasn't it you who told me

it takes more to live?



Well, you're going to live!



All right, asshole.



Hey, we both go, or nobody goes.






There's a guy out there,

and he's looking for a target.



He's going to have

to show himself.



I got to get him,



or you're never going

to make admiral.



Who do you think

you are, Wyatt Earp?



Flow with it, sir.






He's still down there--

send it down.



Put it down.



We're getting low on fuel.



Rover, this is Sandy.



Clear out of there--

clear out.



Up, up.






Get him up!






Come on.



Bring him in.



All right.



Okay, Sandy,

we're getting out of here.



Cover us.



That's a rog, Rover.



That hand better, Mr. Grafton?



Oh, yes, sir.



Yes, sir.



Letter from home?



Well, sort of.



This is your home, Mr. Grafton.



You're a lifer, like me,

Cole and the others.



When I was young,



I didn't even have a home--

just a ship.



So now when we go back,



it's just like

I'm only visiting.



Well, sir, they tell me



that you've been selected early

for captain.



They're going to give you

a ship like this, sir.



They're going to give you

a carrier.



And you know something, sir?



I wouldn't be surprised

if you make admiral.



You ever seen a black man

who's an admiral?



Third-generation Mafia, sir.



That's right, Grafton.



That's right.



I hope I'm on that ship, sir.



I do, too, Mr. Grafton.



I wouldn't have it

any other way.


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