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Germans.Let's get them!Where arethe damn fighters going?They've gone chasing scalps,leaving us unprotected again.Damn thoseglory-grabbing bastards!Bandits! Hundreds of them!Six o'clock!Is there anythingleft of our escort?Negative, boss.Damn it! Why don'tthey worry about us?I can't believe this!It never fails.Oh, no.Stay with me.This is Bouncing Betty.Engine three is out.We're falling back. Two,you take lead position.Need the extinguisher.Hank!Mayday! Mayday!Prepare to bail out.I repeat, prepare to bail.Red One to Red Two, come in.<i>Are you awakeover there, Lightning?</i>Yeah, yeah, sorry.Boy, I need a nap!Well, look alive. Wouldn'twant you to miss this war.War is hell. What we're doingis just boring as hell.Whoever she was, I hope shewas worth losing sleep over.Oh, trust me, she was worth it!<i>Junior.Junior, you okay?</i>Fine as wine, Red One. The skyis blue and my guns are hot.<i>Joker, you all right?</i>Nope. I feel like I'm flyingmy grandfather's Buick.Coolant indicator'sall over the map.And to think I was as happy as achurch lady when I got this plane.All right, Red Four, you're done.Take it on home.Come on now, Captain, this gaugeover here is a piece of crap.Captain, let me give it a lookybefore you send him back.He's not trailingany oil or water.Seems to me like he'sjust got a bad indicator.Come on, Easy. Letme fly, sir, please?You know it ain't gonna beno fun without me.All right. Okay.You stay on, Red Four.You stay on, but you keepan eye on it, all right?Thank you, sweetheart.Just my luck I get stuckwith the flying wreck.Another P- fromUncle Sam's junkyard.It looks like wegot a truck up there.It's got German markings.Junior, it's your turn.<i>Yes, sir!</i>Prepare to feelthe wrath of the Ray Gun.I'm on your wing, Junior!Come on.You see that?Congratulations, kid.You killed yourself a truck.Whoo-hoo!We can go back victorious.Everybody, form up.We're going home.Uh.Easy, I see something. It's a train!Eleven o'clock.I don't think it's German.I don't see any guns.Looks like they'removing livestock to me.No. It's military.It's camouflaged.It could just be cows.You don't want to shoot up nocows if you don't have to.Unless y'allplanning on a barbecue.Nobody sees any guns?I'm telling you, Easy,that's a munitions train.And I bet it'sarmed to the teeth.You grown-ups better think fast.It's headed for that tunnel.All right. Only one way to find out.Let's go get it.Wait. Easy,we got to take it head-on,low, so their gunscan't hit us.It's my decision, Lightning.Stay in formation.Looks like thesecows are armed.Come on.Stay in front of it!Die, you Nazi dogs!Dang! Those cowsjust shot up my wing!No sweat. No sweat.If that train makes it into thetunnel, they'll stop in there.Where's Lightning?<i>Where the hellare you, Lightning?</i>Taking the train from the front,like you should have done.Come on. Come on. Come on.Gotcha!Whoa! Shit!Whoa!Whoo!Nothing like a good oldGeorgia ass-whupping.Just trying to keepyou boys inspired.<i>How's this headlinefor inspiration?</i>"Negro Pilot Dies Because He'sToo Stupid To Follow Orders."Your plane looks likeit's been through a shredder.How are you going toexplain that to Coffee?By explaining to him that I'mthe one who blew up the train.You boys go on ahead.I've spotted something.Lightning destroyedanother one.Look at that mess.Look at that mess.I guess we'll beworking all night again.<i>It's been a long timesince you've seen your sweetheart.</i><i>Too bad she'sdancing with someone new.</i><i>This is Axis Mary coming to you</i><i>from Berlin withyour favorite music.</i><i>Never thought that you would be</i><i>Standing here so close to me</i><i>There's so much I feelthat I should say</i><i>But words can wait</i><i>Until some other day</i>How about one time you bring myplane home without wrecking it?Good morning, Mr. Coffee.You keep tearing upmy planes like this,you're gonna be wearingyour balls for a necktie.See, I can't let you do that,'cause I just saw a goddesswho's gonna bearmy beautiful children.You're a clown, Lightning.You need to grow up.We can't afford tohave any more planestaken off the linewith your stupid.What is this?What did you do?Oh, man! Where didthat come from?What happened was.Sticks!Come see what thisclown did to the plane.I can see what you're thinking.What the hell is this? Didsomebody throw a train at you?Coffee, I can see you're upset.Maybe we should talkabout this another time.Oh, we got a new recruit here!Hey there.You lost, son?I was looking for Jimmy Wayans.Uh, Jimmy got shot down must'vebeen, what, two weeks ago?I believe so.Well, is Uly Douglas here?Uh-uh.Furball's dead, son.Crashed on takeoff.You're just a bad-luckChuck, aren't you?Everybody you know ends up onthe wrong side of the dirt.Don't pay him no mind, boy.My name's Smokey.This here's Neon,this is Joker.Flight OfficerMaurice Wilson, sir!You can leave all that saluting, son.You're home now.Seeing as howeverybody you know dead,you might as well bunk with us.Wait. Wait. Wait.Just don't bad luck us beforeyou get up in this Jeep now.Yes, sir.I'm trying to live.Come on, Maurice.Come on, boy.Come on, boy, get in there!Hold on.Come on, Maurice.Wait, you've got to back up.How'd it go up there, Ray?I'm telling you, Deacon.Lightning almost got himselfkilled again today.He's one crazy pilot.I'm going to pray for him if weever get to see any real combat.Well, hey, I see you hereafter every mission.I'm sure yourprayers are helping.Thanks, Deke.Black Jesus, we thank you for bringingRed Squadron back home to us.Lightning's usual elegant work.Although I understand your planedidn't fare any better than the train.Sir.That old Lightning don'tnever have his brakes on.Questions, gentlemen.Does it reallymatter, sir?Lights up.Here we go.What was your question?What we do, how well wedo it, does it matter?Strafing runs andcoastal patrols.They got us out here usingplanes to mop floors, fellas.I don't normallygo in for loose talk,but we won't even bedoing that for long.Ain't that why ColonelBullard went stateside?The Colonel's businessstateside is above your grade.All due respect, sir,but are they back theredeciding if theyshould shut us down?Just a rumor, Winky.You know this how?Pass it up.Read it, Easy.Out loud.Go ahead, son."The use of Negroes in the ArmyAir Corps may yet be halted.""A report has been forwarded callingthe performance by Negro pilots""unsatisfactory.""A plan to assign the Negroesto routine convoy cover may be""all that remainsfor those who seem""to have neitherthe intelligence""nor the proper reflexesfor such a complicated task""as fighter pursuit.The great Tuskegee.""The great Tuskegee experiment""to allow the Negro typeto fly airplanes has failed."And you all thought what?You'd sign up.You get shiny boots, a uniform,and that'd be the endof years of bigotry?You're colored menin a white man's army.It's a miracle you'reflying fighters in Italy,and not moppinglatrines in Milwaukee!You want it straight?Yes, the old man's stateside,fighting the good fight.And when hecomes through for us,we better be damn sure we'reready to do the same for him.Any of you feel otherwise, any ofyou want to wash yourselves out,well, Negro, please do so,and I'll have you on thenext thing smoking back hometo make room for the menwho want to stand and fight.Get your head up, son.You're fighter pilots.Watch the rest of the film.Learn something.When we came underyour command, Colonel,you stated very clearly thatwe would never find Negroeswho could pass a pilot's exam,make it through flight school,survive basic combat.A combat record which,to this point.We've done all of that.To this point,I don't believe your boyshave scoreda single aerial kill.Because you have not assignedus a single forward mission.It's damn hard toshoot down the enemy miles behindthe front lines.As a matter of fact,when will we beassigned tobomber escorts, Colonel?There have been any number ofreports of poor discipline.Which is in every newspaperand magazine in the country.We have enoughrace troubles as it iswithout these sons of bitches in thepress throwing fuel on the fire.How an unofficial assessmentof the Tuskegee programmade its way tonewspapers and magazinesmay be worthy ofits own hearing, sir.Colonel Tomlinson,you've been supportingthis experimentfrom the beginning,but I'm afraid you're just gonnahave to suffer its failure.We're givenhand-me-down planes.Ordered to attack targets thathave already been bypassed.Fly patrols where the enemyhasn't been seen for months.Now we've done every lowdown,dirty job you've handed us,hoping that we would justlimp along and go away.We will not go away.We have a right tofight for our country,the same asevery other American.So you shut us down,or you let us fly.<i>Soldier boy</i><i>Oh, do you think about me,soldier boy?</i><i>How could you ever.</i>What?Don't give me that look.What the hell were youdoing up there today?Beating up on Hitler. Winning the war.I got the train, didn't I?I love you like a brother, Joe.But you disobeymy orders again,I'm gonna have to write you up.For what?For being right?I told you thoseguns were there.You almost got yourself killed.No, I followed protocol.You went for the glory.There's a difference.Now you may not need me to getyou through this thing alive,but Joker, Junior, the restof the squad just might.Okay. You're right,I'm wrong. I'm sorry.What you in such ahurry for anyway?I saw a girl.The most beautifulI have ever seen.Just can't let themalone, can you?No more than you canlet that bottle alone.You got your way of gettingthrough the war, and I got mine.I wonder what yourpops'd say to that.We can just leavehim out of this.He's got you in a pressure cooker, man.Graduating college at ,., and now a captain?Pushing yourself mightyhard to please him.Didn't I just say we canleave him out of this?All right.Besides, I drink 'cause I gotto bunk with your crazy self.You bunk with me 'cause I'm thebest pilot in the whole damn Army,and you're just hopingyou're gonna learn something.If I'm not mistaken,I'm the flight leader,which would make youmy wingman.Smarter doesn'tmake you better.Better at what? Bustingup Coffee's planes?Romancing the ladies, for one.Now if you're done whining,I have got a pass to dothat very thing right now.Lightning.Can I ask you something?What?What's going to happen when you gohome and the women speak English,and they understand just howfull of bullshit you are?What's this?Something to celebrate you beingold enough to know better.Ha!<i>"Italian for Beginners"?</i>How many cartons of smokesthis set you back?A simple "thank you"wouldn't hurt.And a "happy birthday"would have been fine.Knowing you,you're just tired of meembarrassing myselfin front of the signorinas.Yeah, that might be it.How you feel?A whole lot morethan one year older.Thank you.Happy birthday.It's tight.Pilots got you all hot and bothered.Come on.Coffee!We got three planes, thehydraulic pumps are shot.Two moregot bad governors.Grab a piece of that tapeand put it over that hose.What are you doing, Lightning?What?What did you say?Come on, Lightning.I need it back by nightfall!And ask if she's got a sister!Yeah, a blind one!I'm sorry to bother you.I flew around yourhouse this morning.Okay. Uh.Right, you.Si.That was me.I'm Joe.Joe.Yeah.<i>D'accordo.</i> Sofia.Sofia, right.Nice to meet you.Thanks.Mama.Little.Joe Little.I hope I'm notintruding, ma'am.Thank you.Ah!Ah!Hold on. I want toask you something.How?Oh, how? I got a Jeep. Youwant to come for a drive?<i>Dove?</i>What's <i>dove?</i>Dove.Is that a yes?You want to bring your mother?It's going to betougher than I thought.What you going with?I got two pair.And three of clubs.I don't carewhat you have,you'll never beable to beat me, son.You ain't gotenough in the head.I can't lose. I don'teven know why y'all try.You just got here, Maurice. Ihope you're learning something.