Pearl Harbor Page #8
BRITISH PILOT:
Bloody Krauts! Night raid!
EXT. BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - NIGHT
They race across the runway. Rafe reaches his Spitfire, just
as Ian is removing the fueling hose.
IAN:
I have'na been able ta --
RAFE:
Crank her!
Ian gives the prop a spin, and the engine roars to life.
IAN:
God speed ya, laddie.
EXT. SKIES OVER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL - NIGHT
It's dark, but there are breaks in the clouds, giving way to
patches of light from a full moon. The squadron of Spitfires
tightens up for battle.
Rafe is positioned just right of the squad leader; he sees
planes breaking out of the dark clouds ahead.
RAFE:
Here they come.
The clouds break, revealing a huge attack formation.
BRITISH SQUAD LEADER
Alpha group, on the bombers! Beta group,
take the fighters!
They peel off, into action.
EXT. THE AIR BATTLE OVER THE CHANNEL - NIGHT
We stay with Rafe as he and the Squad Leader rush side by
side at the lead bomber, blasting away with their guns.
INT. GERMAN BOMBER - IN THE AIR - NIGHT
The Spitfires' bullets rip into the pilot and also kill the
nose gunner; the bomber dips as the copilot struggles to take
control.
INT. RAFE, IN HIS SPITFIRE - NIGHT
As he streaks past, Rafe sees the bomber wobble in the air.
RAFE:
We've got him hurt, stay on him!
Rafe throws his plane into an ultra-tight, high speed turn,
right between the tails of the leader German group and the
noses of the second. His turn is so tight that the plane
flexes with the g-force.
Rafe comes out of his turn ahead of the Squad Leader, and
races back up through the formation of German bombers, moving
above them where their weapons and armaments are the weakest.
He stitches a trail of bullets from tail to nose of the
wounded lead bomber; it begins to smoke.
The second Spitfire, the Squad Leader's, takes fire from the
other German bombers, and shears off, heading through the
smoke of the plane Rafe has on the ropes.
RAFE:
We've got him going!
Rafe does a half-loop and half-spin, to bring him around to
face the bombers again. This time the g-force of the turn
pops an oil line inside Rafe's cockpit; hot, pressurized oil
begins to spray everywhere -- all over Rafe, his controls,
and worst of all, over the inside of his cockpit glass.
He wipes at the oil with his hands and that just smears it
and makes it worse.
His wingman sees him veering away from the bombers...and sees
the German fighters moving up to meet him.
SQUAD LEADER:
McCawley! Get to the clouds! Get into
the clouds!
RAFE, IN HIS PLANE, is flying blind.
RAFE:
I can't see the clouds!
His problems are just beginning; the fluid is dripping down
onto his cockpit's corroded electrical wiring; the fluid
causes an arc...a spark...and suddenly a fire is spreading
through Rafe's plane.
He grabs his fire extinguisher and triggers a cloud that
snuffs the fire but fills the entire cockpit with choking
smoke; between that and the smeared fluid on his glass, he
can't see a thing.
And the Messerschmidts are swarming over him.
Rafe's wingman dives in, raking the German planes as he
passes.
Rafe tries to open his cockpit cover to clear the smoke, but
it's jammed; he pulls out his .45 pistol and BLAM! BLAM!
BLAM! He blows out the glass; the smoke clears enough for
him to take a breath and try to see. He fights the stick,
but the plane won't respond.
The Messerschmidts rake him again, bullets riddling his
engine.
SQUAD LEADER:
Get out of there, McCawley! Get out of
there!
Rafe's plane descends, ever faster, passing through clouds,
then clear air again. The Squad Leader tries to chase and
cover him, but Rafe's dropping fast, and still isn't out of
the plane as the Germans dive on him again, firing.
Rafe's Spitfire hits the broken fog over the water -- the
Squad Leader loses sight of it for a moment -- and then the
plane hits, splashing and exploding all at once.
The Squad Leader winces, and ducks into the clouds as he
reports on his radio...
SQUAD LEADER:
McCawley down. No 'chute.
EXT. BATTLESHIP WEST VIRGINIA - PEARL HARBOR - DAY
The sailors have assembled on deck for the ship's heavyweight
championship fight, a contest made more interesting to the
sailors because one of the combatants is white and the other
is black.
The battle is more toughness than technique. The guys
throwing haymakers and shoving each other around the roped
area, as their shipmates cheer and make wild bets. The white
guy digs a punch deep into the black guy's ribs, and the
black guy slams a double left hook into the white guy's
belly, making him back up and say --
WHITE BOXER:
You hit hard -- for a cook.
The black guy rushes the white guy, only to catch a right
cross that wobbles his knees and makes him stagger, with a
fresh cut over his right eye. The white guy now rushes in,
and the black guy (his name is DORIE MILLER) throws an upper
cut that drops his opponent like a sack of rocks.
The sailors cheer wildly. Dorie steps back, and rubs his
glove across his brow. It's really bleeding now.
EXT. MILITARY BASE - DAY
Evelyn is returning from church with six of her nurse
friends. It's very quiet on a Sunday morning, almost nobody
at the base; they walk along the path.
BARBARA:
Let's get into civvies and find a bar.
MARTHA:
Right after church?
BARBARA:
You've gotta sin some, to get
forgiveness. Come with us, Evelyn. You
need some sin.
EVELYN:
I've got to write some requisitions.
We're undersupplied with morphine.
BETTY:
Morphine? We've been here a month and
nobody's had worse than a sunburn.
Evelyn smiles softly and walks toward the base hospital.
BETTY:
I wish she could forget him.
BARBARA:
You don't forget love, Honey. Not ever.
EXT. HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - DAY
Evelyn approaches the hospital and finds the black boxer
peering in the window. He's in a T-shirt and navy pants.
EVELYN:
Can I help you, sailor?
As Dorie turns, she sees the cut on his head, closed only
with a band-aid; it's dripping blood down his T-shirt.
DORIE:
'Scuse me, 'Mam. All the ship's doctors
is golfing, and I couldn't find nobody to
look at this.
EVELYN:
Our doctor's gone too.
DORIE:
Sorry to trouble you.
EVELYN:
Wait, let me look at that... You better
come in here.
INT. MILITARY BASE HOSPITAL - DAY
Miller is sitting on a stool; Evelyn bathes the wound.
EVELYN:
How'd you get this?
DORIE:
Boxin'.
EVELYN:
Win?
DORIE:
Yes'm.
He says it without pride. She puts down the basin.
EVELYN:
What's your name?
DORIE:
Dorie Miller, 'Mam.
EVELYN:
I'm Evelyn. And I'm just a nurse. But
I'm not playing golf, and that cut needs
sewing, or else it's gonna make a big
lumpy scar. Whatta ya say?
INT. HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - LATER
Evelyn clips the ends of her carefully applied stitches;
Dorie's eyes are rolled up as if he could watch from inside
his skull.
EVELYN:
How often you fight like this?
DORIE:
Every other Sunday. I'm heavyweight
champion of the West Virginia.
EVELYN:
What do you get for winning?
DORIE:
Respect.
She hands him a mirror. He studies her work.
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