Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo Page #4

dinner. Come on, let's get some air.

It's a deal.

Nice.

I'm sorry we haven't had

more time together, Ellen.

We can spare a little. We've

got all the rest of our lives.

That's right.

Something blooming? It

smells good, doesn't it?

- Ted.

- What?

Please, don't worry about anything.

I'm not worrying, just working, that's all.

You know, this is going to be quite a deal.

You're not worried about the deal.

You're worried because you've got a wife.

And that's wrong, Ted.

Say, Bob Gray hasn't been

trying to scare you, has he?

- Of course not.

- Okay.

Because there's nothing

to worry about, nothing.

Silly, as if I didn't know that.

Besides, if anything did happen, you've

got all that government insurance,

that'll take care of you and

the baby for a long while.

Oh, what am I talking about?

Nothing's going to happen anyhow.

Ted, look at me.

That baby and I, we won't

ever need anything but you.

We mustn't either of us

be scared about it, Ted.

Because the baby, the baby's why

I know you're coming back to us.

We'd better make this one, or Shorty'll

never let us hear the last of it.

Yeah.

- Hear those engines?

- Like music.

Come on, you hopped up bus drivers.

It's been 10 weeks work and

one night's fun. Let's go.

- I got my flaps up, brother.

- Heat it up there, Smitty boy.

Steam and sizzle. Where you're

going, no one's gonna hold you tight.

Hey there, Doc, don't you know how to dance?

When they start picking

flak out of your feet,

you'll wish you'd put them to better use.

I'm a doctor, not a jitterbug, Shorty.

- Hey, what gives?

- Shorty's throwing a party.

A party? What for?

Somebody said he's celebrating

Texas Constitution Day.

- Texas Constitution Day?

- Say, I'm gonna sample this.

Grab your gal, Lawson.

Don't you know it's Sam Houston's birthday?

Sam Houston?

For a guy that never saw Texas,

that Manch is really sold.

- Hi, Lawson.

- Hi. How did this riot get started?

It's Texas Admission Day.

And that ain't no riot, mister,

that's a full-fledged war.

- Seen Ellen?

- I've seen everybody.

- Hello, flyer.

- My dance?

All of them, my boy.

Every dance from now on

out, including the last one.

And I love you, Ski. I love

you, I love you, I love you.

You know, it's a funny thing. That

Lawson used to be about as graceful

as a Texas steer. Now, look at him.

Maybe the girl's got something to do with it.

Ah, you said it that time, Clever.

You know, there's something

I mean to tell you more often,

- but I never seem to get the chance.

- What is it?

Just that I love you.

I got a letter from your mother

this morning. Forgot to tell you.

She said to take good care of you.

- How am I doing?

- Better than mother ever dreamed of.

Here. Here.

Now smile and sing.

Ted.

Telephone's ringing.

- Telephone, Ted.

- Oh, sure.

Yeah? Right now? Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

What was it?

Oh, just another night

call. But what a night.

I'm sorry.

What time is it?

3:
10.

- Hung-over maybe a little?

- Oh, just a headache.

- I'm not used to party life.

- Poor baby.

You go to sleep. I'll be

back by breakfast time.

I'm so sleepy. Goodnight, darling.

Or rather, good morning.

Boy, if I ever get a leave, I'm

going to sleep for six days solid.

I wonder what this is.

Well, men, your ships are all

serviced, gassed, and ready to go.

You will take off in shifts,

the first shift taking off in 45 minutes.

Captain York will give you your clearances.

Now there's one thing that

must be thoroughly understood.

After you take off this morning,

you are to see no one, speak to no one,

telephone no one, not even your wife.

There are no exceptions.

Continue your gas consumption

tests to your destination.

Now, the work you will be asked to do

will require a little low altitude flying,

so hedge-hopping on this

trip is perfectly okay.

Only bear in mind that

cowboys wear pretty tall hats,

so watch your step, men. That's all.

I think you're very well prepared

for what you volunteered to do

and I want to thank you

for a lot of good hard work.

I'll see you in a few days. Good luck.

I hope I get a chance to tell Ellen goodbye.

Yeah, you will.

Your destination is Alameda field.

Take the southern route,

refuel at San Antonio and march.

As your names are called you can

start. First flight, Holstrom,

Jones, Lawson. Second flight...

- Ted.

- Well, this is it, honey. We're off.

- How soon?

- Just got time to pack.

Where's my B-4 bag?

- In the closet. I'll get it.

- Good.

Socks, shirts.

- My ties in the closet?

- Yes, I have them.

Good.

Wow! Don't go in there in your

bare feet, I broke a glass.

All right.

- You forgot your toothbrush.

- Oh, doggone it.

- We got everything?

- I think so.

Swell.

Well, be a good girl and

take good care of that baby.

- I will, Ted.

- Yourself, too.

Oh, Ted, I'm going to write you

a letter every day you're gone,

I know they won't deliver

them. I won't even mail them.

But I'm going to write just the same.

That way, we'll kind of be in touch.

That way, we'll feel close.

Goodbye.

Bye, flyer.

Tell me, honey. How come you're so cute?

I had to be if I was gonna

get such a good looking fellow.

I'll be back.

Hey, the Bay Bridge is off to our right.

The Bay Bridge is off to our right.

The Bay Bridge? How about flying under it?

- For why?

- Well, so I can get some pictures.

You know, shooting up at the superstructure.

- Come on, Lawson.

- Do you want to?

- Sure. Go ahead, if it'll make him happy.

- Thanks.

I hope there are no cables

hanging under that span.

Here we go.

Let's take a turn and go it

again. I forgot to put film in.

We're due at the field. Forget it.

Oh, I may never get another crack at it.

Hey, look.

McClure, take a look down there.

- It's a carrier.

- Yeah. And look at her deck.

B-25's. Holy Smoke. Then this is it.

Kind of small, isn't she?

Pilot to bombardier. Pilot

to gunner. Pilot to gunner.

Thatcher. Thatcher.

It's dead again.

We'd better report it to

Doolittle when we get in.

Yeah, that left engine along with

it. Still seem a little rough to you?

I can't tell anymore.

- Is everything okay on your ship?

- Why, yes, sir, yes, sir.

Taxi over to the edge of the carrier's

wharf. They'll take care of you there.

Yes, sir.

They don't even wait until a fellow gets out.

- All Navy guys are cocky.

- Miller's a Navy guy.

Well, Miller isn't

exactly Navy. He's a pilot.

Hey, Spike.

- Spike.

- Spike, what's the matter?

Oh, I put in a beef about my fuel pump

and Doolittle told me to

take her to the hangar.

Well, then you're not going?

No, and there's nothing

really wrong with that plane.

- It's the best ship in the squad.

- Boy, that's rough.

And I nearly told him about our interphone.

You would've been a cooked goose.

I think, sir, I'll go

and watch those Navy guys.

- They might bang her up or something.

- That's a good idea.

How do you like that?

They're going to break the Duck's back sure.

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