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- He had a cute trick.

- What?

Let's see if this is him. Look here, Tripoli.

What do you think of this Mr. Moto?

Moto. There you are. It's the same dog.

I know the dog came from Wake Island

and I know you brought him onboard.

- Me?

- You can get busted for this.

Why don't you ask me, sergeant?

- I did it.

- You?

- Yeah, me. Shut up.

- Listen, Joe.

You ought to know better

than do a trick like that.

- Why?

- Because it's against regulations.

Makes no difference. Regulations...

You know why this dog is here.

We know what chance those Marines have

on that island, so they gave us this dog.

Go on up front and report me.

I've been busted out.

- Now, Joe, I did it. I don't...

- Shut up. I'm getting sore.

We got chased out

before we can even light...

...got kicked all over the place

by sneaking Nips...

...and you're yapping about regulations.

- You're changing your tune, ain't you?

- So, what if I am?

- I'd like to do a little chasing myself.

- Me too.

- Go on, tell them.

- I'm a half a mind to...

- I'd like to...

- Come here. Come here.

- Come here.

- Why'd you wanna do that for?

Pipe down.

Hey, look what's here.

What is this, sergeant? Noah's Ark?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Who brought him on this airplane?

- He could have jumped on.

- Or flown in the window...

...but he didn't.

- No, sir.

- You know it's against regulations.

- Yes, sir.

And you don't know who did it?

You didn't see anybody do it?

No, sir, I didn't.

We can't very well throw him out now,

can we?

- We could take care of him, sir.

- We can?

- Yes, sir.

- Who back there likes dogs, sergeant?

Why, I think Winocki and Weinberg

like dogs.

- You think they'd like to take care of him?

- Yes, sir. I think they would.

- All right, sergeant, you tell them.

- Yes, sir. I'll tell them.

It'll be pretty tough on you

if we gotta fly over that stuff ahead.

We can fix that.

He's a cute little pooch.

- What's his name?

- I think they call him "Tripoli."

- Tripoli?

- Yes. He don't like Japs.

Tripoli, what do you think

of that guy Moto?

So you don't like Moto, huh?

Well, what is this, a flying doghouse?

Look out.

He doesn't like pursuit pilots.

- What's his name?

- Moto.

Hi, Moto.

- Didn't we tell you?

- That dog's a judge of character.

Here, Moto. Be nice, Moto.

Hello, Moto.

He doesn't like me.

I'm getting out of here.

Tripoli, you're gonna be

very useful around here.

- Take good care of him, sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

Well, did you tell him

how the pup got aboard?

- No.

- You didn't?

But I'm telling you to take care of him.

If he don't behave himself,

you can take care of that too.

Pilot to crew.

We're going up to 20,000.

Better check your oxygen.

There you are, Tripoli.

He seems to like it all right.

He ain't putting up no kick.

Just like a baby on a bottle.

05564 to Clark Field.

- Here they are, sir.

- 05564 to Clark.

Clark Field to 05564.

What's your position? Go ahead.

We're about four miles

northeast of the field.

Two thousand.

What are your landing instructions?

We've only got one runway.

North to south.

It's pretty rough.

The Japs just had a picnic.

Someday we're gonna find a field

that's flat.

Hold him off a while.

Those tractors are still working out there.

Do not land. Keep your altitude.

Do not land.

Sorry, have to come straight in.

Running out of fuel.

Sergeant, get those tractors

off that runway.

- Tell him to come in low over the fence.

- Come in low over the fence. South end.

Cut close to the wire,

you haven't much room.

Tractors working down

the middle of the runway.

We've got the fence with us.

- Take a look, Robby.

- Yes, sir.

- Hi there, Irish.

- Hi, major.

Say, when we were at Kelly Field,

didn't I teach you how to get over a fence?

That's one way to stop quick.

I just cut her too fine.

Not bad, anyway.

After 7000 consecutive miles...

...you did a great job, all of you.

- Hi there, Rader.

- Hi you, sir.

- Don't tell me you've joined the bombers.

- No, I still belong to the opposition.

He doesn't appreciate

a good airplane, major.

It ain't that.

It's just that I don't like them big.

- Tail wheel clear, sir. No damage.

- Okay.

Take her down the end

and get her a full load of gas...

...drop your extra tanks

and get ready for action, Irish.

- Okay, major.

- The Japs been hitting us...

...with 60 bombers at a clip.

You gotta be ready to take off at any time.

You can see yourself,

you're wide open on the ground.

Colonel Blake wants to see you.

I'll pick you up in a while.

All right, sir.

Hold it.

You got any sectional maps

for around here?

- Yeah, but I haven't got enough.

- Grab as many as you can get.

Find out what size bombs

they'll give us and load them.

- Okay.

- I'll go with you.

- Thanks for the buggy ride, Irish.

- Okay, Tex.

- Weinberg, open the bomb bay.

- Right.

Peterson, check your radio.

You and Chester, give him a hand

with the loading.

Winocki, find the line chief

and see if they'll give you a transfer.

We'll get somebody to replace you.

All right, get going.

- Okay.

- Winocki.

You wanna get out of this crew?

- That's what you want me to do?

- Not necessarily.

You'd take that stuff

I've been handing you?

- We all make mistakes.

- I'm beginning to realize that myself. I...

Turn that dog over to the nearest Marine

and get back and check those guns.

- Give them a good going over.

- Yes, sir.

Be ready as quick as you can, sergeant.

- Okay, Bill, let's go.

- Oh, captain.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you see if you could find out

something about my boy?

Sure, I will, sergeant.

- Hey, buddy, any Marines around here?

- If so, the place would be in better shape.

- You a Marine?

- What's it to you?

- You're one all right. Got this for you.

- What's this?

You outfit on Wake gave it to us to deliver.

His name is Tripoli. Feed him good.

- He'll eat like a company commander.

- What's your name?

Callahan. Thanks.

- You all ready up there?

- All ready.

Let it go. Watch her, boys.

Steady. Keep her level.

Now turn her, fellows.

Turn her.

Hurry it up, boys. Make it snappy.

That's about it.

Take the strain off.

Take it away.

That's the situation as it stands

right now.

- I've given the facts to you straight.

- Yes, sir.

We've taken a licking

because we were caught on the ground.

Since then,

they've outnumbered us 10-to-1.

Yet every time we've been up against them,

they've lost five to our one.

In other words, if we were anywhere

near equal, we could lick them.

The record proves it.

From now on, our job's

to keep fighting with what we've got...

...till we get enough airplanes

to blast them off the earth.

How long since you had

any sleep, captain?

- We haven't had much time.

- When did you leave the mainland?

- Saturday night.

- Three days and three nights flying.

You've done a good job.

- I've got a good crew, sir.

- Yeah, I can believe it.

- Excuse me, sir.

- What'd you find, Moran?

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