Fighter Squadron

Fighter Squadron (1948)

British photographers.

Public relations OK'd them.

Are those planes

back from the 17th?

They ran into trouble

over Bremen.

They love trouble.

O.K., knucklehead,

don't let any Germans in here.

Next time he calls

me knucklehead,

I'm not going to let him in.

He'd love that.

It's about time you gentlemen

got around to

photographing my outfit.

You seem proud of

your group, sergeant.

Take guys like

Colonel Brickley

and Major Hardin.

They were born with

propellers in their mouths.

He's got a propeller

in his mouth, too.

It takes a good

man on the ground

to keep them together.

What I go through!

Dolan this, Dolan that.

If I wasn't here,

the outfit would fold.

O.K., gentlemen.

Hang around till you spot them

and go down the runway

for your pictures.

Thank you.

How about taking a picture

of me for your paper?

Tell them how I

run the outfit.

Thanks. If anybody

bothers you,

you just tell them that

Sergeant Dolan OK'd you.

Where's that crack

outfit of ours?

They were due 20 minutes ago.

If they were due

20 minutes ago,

they'll be here

20 minutes ago.

Jughead, ain't you got that

auxiliary tank filled yet?

There's 110 gallons

of gas in it.

Why don't you help?

I don't like those tanks.

If I was flying,

I'd drop them.

General Gilbert says

don't drop 'em.

He ain't flying.

I'd hate to have a

German chasing me

with 110 gallons of

gas on my belly.

You know that Swiss watch

you sold me last week?

It was made in Czechoslovakia.

You know how those

Swedes get around.

At ease.

Be careful, Wilbur.

Whenever there's officers around,

you don't have to salute me.

Any calls?

Sybil's mother called...

Three times!

I told her the general

sent you to Italy.

You're using your head.

You're going to

get these stripes

and a decoration.

The Iron Cross... Very

few Americans get them.

Clean up the jeep

and throw some

soap in the back.

Are you giving soap away?

No. I let them

wash their face,

and I take it back.

Let a cat out.

The only cat left

has a white paw.

Use shoe polish. Blacken it.

You'll get in trouble.

Let me worry about that.

I'm running this outfit.

That's right. I forgot.

Oh. The cat.

They're 24 minutes late, sir.

I know, Dolan. Watching

the clock won't help.

I brought those photographers.

Want me to drive them back?

No. Put that sign up.

Another sign?

If these signs get any lower,

only midgets and dogs will

be able to read them.

Get a load of that one.

"A man who wants

to get married

hasn't got his mind

on fighting..."

Till he meets his

wife's family.

That'll do, sergeant.

Post the weather report.

Dolan, look who's here.

What, again?

The pilots can't find

that black cat here.

Where'd you take

him last time?

Halfway to the village!

This time, take him

beyond the village.

Any particular village?

Anyplace!

Here you are, Wilbur.

Bye, p*ssy.

P*ssy, go that way.

I'm going this way.

Haystack, this is Yardstick.

We have two cripples.

Have the ambulance and

crash truck stand by.

We'll circle till you

clear us to come in.

Come in. Land to the

west if you can.

Colonel Brickley,

what happened to Major Hardin?

We don't know.

Dudley and Clement got it.

We had it today.

It's Hardin I'm worried about.

Relax, Stu. He may be O.K.

I'm supposed to fly his wing.

You had M.E.S on you.

How could you know he was

going after those Jerries?

Where's Brickley?

Control tower.

They may have picked him up.

All right. Go ahead.

Did you hear from

Ed on the R.T.

After he hit the deck?

We're going to the tower.

They might have.

Hey, Jacobs!

Did you see anything

of Major Hardin?

The last I saw was...

There's old

18,000-feet himself.

How does he find out?

Every time one of his

rules is broken,

he's here.

Comes in like a hungry beagle.

If Ed doesn't come back,

Gilbert will kill himself

so he can haunt him.

Captain Hamilton.

General Gilbert.

Captain Chappell,

Lieutenant Atkins.

What happened to Hardin?

Missing, sir.

Not shot down, I hope?

We don't know, sir.

You're his wing man?

Yes, sir.

Captain Hamilton was under

attack himself, sir.

Hardin went down

to the deck again?

Lieutenant Dudley was getting

shot to pieces by three 109s.

Colonel Brickley's in

the control tower

trying to get some

trace of Hardin.

Would you excuse us?

We'll make a full report

at interrogation.

I'll be there.

Go ahead.

Seacliff 88, any call

from Cobra Red Leader?

Seacliff 88 to Haystack.

Negative.

No call from Cobra Red Leader.

Haystack to Seacliff 88.

Thank you and out.

Five fighter...

Mayday. Mayday. Have to ditch.

Fricktop blue two here.

Going down near midchannel.

Give me a fix. 1, 2, 3...

Five fighter bomber.

Yes, sir.

Say, little friend,

let a bomber pass!

You call that junk

heap a bomber?

That's Ed!

Your tail's drooping,

isn't it, peashooter?

Top cylinder's shot off.

I'm running on an eggbeater.

We thought you were

dragging your feet.

Bandits!

Hey, you, Thunderbolt!

Germans 5:
00 high. See 'em?

I see them.

Get out! Run!

I haven't got enough juice.

Get under our wing.

We'll try and cover you.

Right.

Pretty close quarters.

Stick out your hand to turn.

O.K.

Scratch one!

Cannon shell on the wing!

You all right, Thunderbolt?

Yeah, but it's letting

the sun in on me.

You can come up for

air, Thunderbolt.

The third one's running

to tell Adolf.

Thanks for the umbrella.

Glad we could

return the favor.

You guys have

helped us plenty.

Haystack calling Hardin.

Haystack calling Hardin.

Who's that... Stu?

You character! Come on home.

I'm in no condition

to go to London.

Here he comes.

Crash truck, fire

truck standing by.

Anything else you need? Over.

Landing gear jammed.

Bring me a wheelbarrow.

Let's get out there.

Let me talk to him.

Easy, Ed. Easy.

Go ahead!

Boy, did we sweat you out!

You're lucky.

You're telling me!

Let's see you fly it out.

Get in. We'll go.

Not me.

That ship's a wreck.

Have the taxpayers

get me another.

Sure, sure, I understand.

Get these directives

off my desk.

Four days to install

radio equipment?

Take a memo.

What will I say?

Tell them to do it faster.

Here's another...

Cutting our requisition

on gun cameras in half.

From now on,

order twice as

many as we need.

I won't have the Air Depot

tell me how to run things.

Who the blazes is

Sergeant Kinsey?

I don't know, sir,

but there's been a stream

of young ladies here

from Randall, Kentborough,

Stratford, and Dorset,

all complaining about

a Sergeant Kinsey.

He must be quite a Don Juan.

It can't be any of our men.

They don't get passes to

get around that much.

See that I'm not bothered

with this Kinsey again.

Yes, sir.

General Gilbert's here, sir.

Send him in.

Ah, hello, Mel.

Sit down. Have a cigar.

No, thank you, sir.

Your wing had it hot today.

14 lost, 9 washouts,

20 major repairs.

When fatso Goering puts up three

groups to protect the target,

that means our bombers

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