The Court-Martial of Billy Mitchell
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- 1955
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Jimmy, how are you?
Billy, it's good
to see you.
Admiral Sims,
General Mitchell.
We've met.
Mitchell,
you know Admiral Gage?
We've exchanged
correspondence.
This is Commander Landsdowne
of our lighter-than-air service.
His dirigible
will patrol the area
during maneuvers.
I know
the commander.
General Mitchell.
I'd like to
clearly state, Billy,
that I'm extremely
and utterly impartial...
in your dispute
with the navy.
That's why
the general staff
assigned me...
to decide whether
to allow you to
carry out this mission.
I assume you have
no objection to me.
I wouldn't want
a fairer judge.
Very well, then.
Admiral, will you state
the navy's position?
That battleship
is the primary target
of our maneuvers.
The air service believes
that it can be sunk
by aerial bombardment.
The navy denies this...
and asks that they
be allowed to sink it
with naval gunfire.
Why does the navy feel
the ship can't be sunk
from the air?
That ship
was once the pride
of the German navy--
the battleship
Ostfriesland.
"the unsinkable Dreadnought."
Are you aware
of these facts, General?
Yes, sir.
Would you care to fly
back to Langley Field?
I'll show you exactly
how I intend to sink her.
Yes, I'll be glad to.
Gentlemen.
What'd you think of that?
All hits or near misses.
Quite impressive.
We'll send that scow
to the bottom
in nothing flat.
Somebody's burning!
Someone's burning!
Look! He's burning!
Call out the crash truck
and the ambulance!
Why doesn't he
use his parachute?
We have no parachutes.
[ Coughing ]
Are you all right,
Bob?
Yeah, I--
I guess so.
I'm a little singed
around the edges.
Here.
What happened?
It's that fuel line.
I smelled gas
in the cockpit
when I took off.
Why'd you go up
when you knew
something was wrong?
General,
if it isn't one thing,
it's another.
Today it was that fuel line.
Yesterday
it was an oil pump.
And last week
I almost lost a wing.
And yet I'm luckier
than a lot of the guys.
Now you see, Jimmy,
why I need money so badly.
She certainly could
use some improvements.
But that's not
an impressive weapon,
any way you take it.
It can be. Come here.
I'd like to show you
something.
Halt!
Sentry, this is
General Guthrie.
Give me a hand,
will you.
Where'd you get those?
I had Ordnance
make it up for me.
One ton
of cast T.N.T.
You're not trying to tell me
that your planes can carry
a 2,000-pound bomb.
Of course they can.
They'll sink the battleship
as though it were a tin can.
Let's be realistic,
Billy.
A 2,000-pound bomb
is not practical
under wartime conditions.
Maybe you'll
get it in the air,
but never to the target.
That's exactly
what I want to do.
Give me a chance,
and I'll show you
it can be done.
On a staged exhibition, maybe,
but never in combat.
How high do you want to fly?
I'd like to come in
at a thousand feet.
You know as well as I do that
anti-aircraft will knock down
Anti-aircraft?
In a real fight,
our pursuit ships
would be in there
strafing their decks.
I have to be realistic
in this, Billy.
After all,
we have performance figures
on our guns.
But the airplane
is an unproved weapon.
I'll prove it to you
if you'll let me.
One of these days,
half the world will be
in ruins from the air.
I want this country
to be in the other half.
If I sink that ship,
we may have
a real air force.
Where's the money coming from?
There's not enough to go around
for the army and navy now.
Forget them.
The next war will be fought
in the sky anyway.
No war is won
until a bayonet is put
to the throat of the enemy.
The foot soldiers
won the last war,
and they'll win the next.
In the end,
it's the infantry
who will lead the way.
Yes, and we'll
blast the road for them.
Your attitude isn't
helping your case any.
I'm sorry, sir.
Well, then,
let's forget the next war.
I'm in a war right now.
My boys are dying
every week...
in these obsolete,
moth-eaten, antiquated
flying machines.
Let me get in there
and prove that
we're entitled to live.
Billy, this test
is supposed to simulate
wartime conditions.
If you come in
at a low level...
and drop a bomb too big
ever to be practical,
you're simply
staging an exhibition
for your own purposes...
and you'll give
the wrong impression.
Now, in order to be fair
to both sides, I'm going to
give you two cracks at her.
But you'll have to come in
at 5,000 feet and carry
only the thousand-pound bombs.
Five thousand feet?
Why, that'll rig it all
in favor of the navy.
I'm sorry.
Those are your orders.
Have you a car
available to take me back?
Yes, sir.
I'd like somebody
to tell me...
why the taxpayers
of this country should
on a useless
military toy
called the airplane.
The theory is, Senator,
it might come in handy
in time of war.
War is a serious business,
Congressman Reid,
and it's got to
be taken seriously.
The taxpayers don't want
a lot of silly kite-flyers.
One six-inch naval gun
is worth the entire
air service.
Exactly, and I think
its realistic proportions--
an entertainment unit
for holiday parades
and state fairs.
[ Laughing ]
If we have another war,
Senator, I hope
you fight it personally.
Gen. Mitchell has signaled,
requesting permission
to commence bombing.
Has he reported his altitude?
He's at the
[ Explosions ]
[ Laughing ]
He didn't even scratch her.
I knew he couldn't sink her.
Sink her? He didn't
even touch her.
- After all, the British fleet
couldn't sink it.
- I knew he could never do it.
General,
I want new orders
for tomorrow.
In what way?
I want to use
We've been
over that before.
Request denied.
You're dismissed,
gentlemen.
But, Jimmy,
with 2,000-pounders...
I don't have to
hit the ship.
Water concussion will
blow her bottom out.
I can prove it.
A 2,000-pound bomb
is an unrealistic weapon.
Make your run
as before.
I'm not going out there
and make a fool
of the air service...
in front of
and the world press.
You will carry out
your orders.
Let's--
Let's postpone the run.
Let me off the hook
till I can figure something out.
most unfortunate if you
were to sink that ship.
What?
Twice during my lifetime
this country's
gone to war...
with an army untrained,
unequipped and unready.
I don't want to go to war
that way again.
But I might have to
if you can make Congress believe
this country can be defended...
by airplanes alone.
You will attack
from 5,000 feet
with 1,000-pound bombs.
Good day, Billy.
Go on, go on.
What's going on,
boys?
We've been talking.
What about?
We've come
to the conclusion...
that we're just not
getting anyplace.
I see.
And?
And...
there just doesn't seem
to be any future, sir.
Everything seems
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