Planes Page #7

EL CHUPACABRA:

Be gentle with me!

RACE OFFICIAL:
(OVER PA)

Start your engines.

BRENT:
This is our sixth

and longest leg.

These racers will need to

follow their GPS antennas

because there's a big ocean

between here and Mexico.

Ah!

(GASPS)

My antenna!

Oh, no! No! No!

What am I going to do?

DUSTY:
(BREAKING UP ON RADIO)

Last known coordinates,

26 degrees, 31 minutes.

Hawaii, are you there?

Do you read? I am low on fuel.

- (ALARM BEEPING)

- Oh, no!

Oh, boy.

(PANTING) Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Unknown rider, unknown rider.

You have entered restricted airspace.

Why haven't you responded

to radio contact?

DUSTY:
Somebody cut off my antenna.

- BRAVO:
identify yourself.

- I'm Dusty Crophopper.

BRAVO:
Roger that.

Bogey has been identified

as Crophopper Seven.

I'm running on vapors. I need to land.

What are you doing out here

with an empty tank?

I thought I'd refuel in Hawaii, but...

Hawaii is 375 miles southwest of here.

- What?

- Listen, Crophopper.

You better follow us to the boat.

No bingo fields around here.

- "Bingo fields"?

- Places to land.

- The boat?

- The USS Dwight D. Flysenhower.

Bravo, checking in as frag plus one.

Check.

- Two.

- Go ahead, Bravo.

Bogey is civilian.

Needs emergency fuel.

- Copy that.

- For flying out loud!

That's all I need,

a civilian exploding on my deck.

We could rig the barricade, sir.

All engines, ahead flank.

Aye, Captain. All engines ahead flank.

- Rig the barricade.

- Copy that.

Rig the barricade!

Chop-chop. Hubba-hubba.

BRAVO:
Let's line you up

for the barricade.

All you have to do is

throttle on back and call the ball

and hopefully end up in the spaghetti.

DUSTY:
What? Wait, no, wait!

Wait a second!

Guys, I'm not sure I can do this.

I don't see how you have a choice.

Okay. But that runway is moving.

ECHO:
We'll set you up

on the glide path.

DUSTY:
Runways are not

supposed to move.

Okay. I'm okay. I'm going to be fine.

- Take it easy.

- Moving runway, moving runway.

- There it is. Here we go.

- BRAVO:
Throttle on back.

Maybe if I just came around again.

- Level your wings.

- Easy with it.

- Cut, cut, cut!

- (DUSTY SCREAMING)

Stop!

(ALL CHEERING)

We've got you, Crophopper.

Come on, let's get you fixed up,

refueled and back in the race.

You are way behind.

Thanks, guys.

You saved my tail out there.

- Victory.

- Victory.

DUSTY:
Hey, what is that?

That's the Jolly Wrenches

Wall of Fame.

Every flyer, every mission.

DUSTY:
Mmm... Skipper... Skipper...

Oh. Ha-ha! There he is.

Wait. I don't understand.

Why is there only one mission?

Chug, what's all that?

Well, I've never been out of the country.

You know, I brought the Commodium.

Whatever you do, don't drink the petrol.

We're only going for two days.

Got to be prepared, right?

Got beachwear,

dinner wear, underwear...

DUSTY (ON RADIO)

Skipper? Come in, Skipper.

Dusty! We're heading off

to Mexico right now.

Glad you got there safe.

Weather report says a major storm

is brewing out there.

I'm not in Mexico.

I'm with the Jolly Wrenches.

You're on the Flysenhower?

Hey, I saw the Wall of Fame.

They only list one mission for you.

Dusty, if you're not past

that storm yet, you need...

That can't be right. It must be a mistake.

Look, you have to get out of there.

You're going to have to fly high.

Is it true?

Listen to me, get above the storm!

- Skipper, is it true?

- It's true!

(GASPS)

It's true.

I only flew one mission.

But all those stories?

Crophopper,

we got weather moving in fast.

You've got to take off

before it's too late.

I just need a second here.

That's a negative, son.

You don't go now, you don't go at all.

(OVER PA) Be advised, the JTWC has

issued a tropical cyclone formation alert

for the northeast Pacific ocean.

Area of convection is located

500 nautical miles

east-northeast of Hawaii.

Maximum sustained surface winds

are currently estimated at...

Report to catapult two.

The cat will take you from

zero to 160 knots in two seconds.

DUSTY:
Two seconds?

We're going to check your weight

and set the steam pressure.

Remember, climb straight ahead

once you get airborne.

- Climb straight ahead.

- Get above the storm.

Okay, engine full throttle.

Nod to the shooter when you're set.

Go win it for the Wrenches, Dusty.

Volo Pro Veritas!

Head wind's good. Pressure's good.

Go on cat two.

(DUSTY SCREAMS)

FEMALE REPORTER:

Seor Ripslinger, any comment

on the disappearance

of Dusty Crophopper?

Dusty was a nice guy

who flew the challenge

and pierced the clouds of mediocrity.

(SNIFFLES)

We're all going to miss him. Excuse me.

Let's just hope he makes

a better boat than a plane.

That's a good one, boss.

(LAUGHING) Oh, yeah,

that was pretty good.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Seor Dusty

has 10 times the engine you do.

And 10 times the integrity.

Said the plane with

the shiny new propeller.

How much integrity did

that one cost you, sweetheart?

Too much.

You used to be a great champion.

How the mighty have fallen.

(GRUNTS IN DISGUST)

You are not even worthy

of a cape swish.

Really?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

DUSTY:
How can it be

only one mission?

SKIPPER:
The Battle of Airway.

The raid in Tujunga Harbor.

The Aleutians.

The Battle of Wake island.

The Assault on Kunming.

(GASPS) I gotta get above the storm!

Whoa!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

Mayday! Mayday! I'm going down!

18 degrees north, six minutes, 119...

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

Help!

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(RADIO CHATTER IN SPANISH)

(ALL CLAMORING)

DOTTIE:
Dusty!

EL CHUPACABRA:
Mi amigo!

SKIPPER:
Quick, to the hangar.

Broken wing ribs,

twisted gear, bent prop,

and your main spar is cracked bad.

It's over.

One mission?

So much for Volo Pro Veritas.

Can we get a minute alone, please?

You, too, Sparky.

My first patrol as a Jolly Wrench

was at Glendal Canal.

My squadron was all rookies.

All razor sharp.

I should know.

I trained every single one of them.

It was supposed to be a routine patrol.

A milk run.

Look, Skipper, enemy ship

two o'clock low, two miles.

- Easy pickings. What do you say?

- Negative, Jigsaw Two.

Our orders are to recon

and report back.

Come on, Skip, it will be a turkey shoot.

JIGSAW THREE:
Let's do it, Skipper.

JIGSAW FOUR:
Yeah, come on!

All right. Let's go in for a closer look.

But keep your distance.

Holy Cow! It's the whole enemy fleet!

SKIPPER:
it was too late to pull up.

Get out of there, Lucas!

My whole squadron.

Under my command.

After that, I just couldn't

bring myself to fly again.

Let me ask you something, Dusty.

If you knew the truth about my past,

would you have asked me to train you?

No.

I'm sorry, Dusty.

Dusty?

Can you believe it?

He hasn't been straight with me

this whole time.

At least you were honest.

You said I wasn't built for this.

(SIGHS) I guess I should

have listened to you.

Dusty, if you had listened to me

I would never ever forgive myself.

Look, the Skipper may have

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