Bat*21 (1988) - full transcript

Nice shot, Hamb.

I drilled a little to the left.

It's 15 feet from
the goddamn hole.

I miscalculated the
wind by a couple knots.

Give me a break.

Well, you know, it's all
a matter of degrees.

The difference between
the big money

and not making the
cut is razor-thin.

Well, I wasn't thinking about
qualifying for the Masters.

Kind of had my sights
set on the NBA.

Well, your hook shot's
working, Scotty.



Nice shot.

What do you think I'm
doing wrong here?

I think you're standing
too close to the ball.

Yeah. Pretty bad, huh?

After you hit it.

Yeah?

They want you at ops
right away, sir.

Russian tanks, 8-inch
guns, and APCs.

Seventh Air Force intelligence
has been indicating

the possibility of a North
Vietnamese/VC offensive.

Now, these photos confirm it.

NVA troops moving down
the Ho Chi Minh Trail,

south of the DMZ, near Quang Tri.

Now, they'll combine with Charlie



and try to hit us hard,

probably in several
places at once.

Glad you could make it, Colonel.

Sorry, sir.

Strategic Air Command's
putting everything it's got

in the air two days
from now and will

just clobber the hell out of them.

If we don't stop their movement,

or at least slow it
down to a trickle,

our ground troops are going
to take heavy casualties.

Now, our job remains the same,

fly alongside the bombers,

throw down your
electronic smoke screens,

jam the missile radars.

Sir, why don't we put
our surveillance

aircraft up there first, sir?

Have them fly the same
route the big boys

are going to fly on
their scheduled run.

Missile reaction can be recorded,

launch sites plotted.

Send the fighter jocks in there to
just knock the hell out of them.

I really appreciate
you volunteering

us for this flight, Hamb.

Didn't think you had your sights
set on being a full bird.

I've got my sights set on a condo

on the seventh fairway
at Tucson National.

Six months from now, that's where
the old lady and me will be.

That sounds awfully exciting.

You think that's exciting?

You should see the deck furniture.

Mark. Start your music.

I've got a solid growl.

SAM on scope. I confirm a launch.

I got him.

Goddamn it. I didn't think
they had SAMs this far south.

That's why we're here.

Have to go back and
give them the bad news.

I've got another one.

SAM on scope. 2, salvo 3.

They're changing
frequencies. I've got one.

Hold it steady. Got two.

- Got one visual.
- Break left.

Break left.

It's tracking us. It's locked.

We're hit. Everybody get out.

We're going down.

We're burning up.

Hit by SAM. Mayday. Mayday.

I've lost it. Crew
eject. Crew eject.

I can't get out.

Red Scout One hit by SAMs.

Punch out, Hamb.

Come on, Scotty. Let's get out.

Right behind you.

Mayday. Mayday.

Punch out, Scotty.
Somebody punch out.

'Recon pilots in quadrant
Lima-Charlie-Six,

'Mayday transmitted
by Red Scout EB-66.

'Look for smoke and chutes.

'Repeat, look for
smoke and chutes.'

Roger.

02 FAC. 02, come in.

This is FAC 02, call sign Birddog.

Identify yourself.

Bat 21. I'm the parachute
above you, one o'clock.

Have you in sight. Turn
off your beeper, Bat 21,

or Charlie will get to you
before the Jolly Greens.

Will advise. Happy landings.

Roger.

Bat 21, get out of that paddy.

Hooches to the south. Head
north to the tree line.

Repeat, head north
to the tree line.

Repeat, tree line
north. Roger that?

Negative. I want to
wait for the choppers.

Negative.

Let's get the basic
relationship down here.

I'm the lifeguard.
You're the drowning man.

If you relax, I can
bring you to shore.

If you fight me, then I'll
have to slap you around.

Now, get your ass in gear, mister.

Bat 21, Charlie's firing
mortars from the south.

Advise at tree line. Repeat,
advise at tree line.

Birddog, this is Bat 21.
I can't go any further.

Get the helis from this position.

- Copy, Bat 21.
- What about the others?

Anybody else make it out?

None reported. We're
still looking.

Just stay calm.

I'll try.

Don't worry, Bat 21.
We'll get you out.

But it's not going
to happen today.

All choppers busy evac-ing
fire base at Quang Tri.

Company of guns
overrun by Charlie.

Jolly Greens will pick
you up in the morning.

Say again, your last transmission.

Repeat, Jolly Greens will
pick you up in the morning.

There will be no pick-up
today. Copy, Bat 21?

I copy, Birddog.

Ok, listen, Bat 21.

I'm running low on juice.
Have to return to base.

Birddog, thanks for your help.

That's what I'm here for.

Birddog, you going to be back?

That's the plan.

Birddog signing off. Keep your
head down. See you later.

Bat 21 out.

How was your flight, sir?

Same old shit, bad movies
and terrible food.

Don't you... don't you think

you're pushing it a
little, Captain?

You've almost doubled
the base record.

The base record? Sheesh.

I'll pin a medal on my chest.

Would you check my right aileron?

It's sticking a bit, ok?

Yeah, I got to replace it, sir.

How long will that take?

Well, I can borrow one from 453.

That's Anderson's ship.

The way he flies, Captain,
he'll never miss it, sir.

Ha-ha-ha. I like your
initiative, Sergeant.

Keep it up.

Well, we've pulled our share
of pilots out of there,

but never a 53-year-old
Lieutenant Colonel.

A 53-year-old Lieutenant Colonel?

That's right.
Navigator on that EB.

They just gave me crew codes

and no names and ranks.

Well, I am told that Hambleton

is one of our top people.

He's an electronics
countermeasure expert.

I am told that the Communists

will have a dossier
on him that thick.

So, in the morning, when
we get our birds back,

we're going to go in and get him.

Seventh Air Force
does not want Charlie

getting their hands on him.

We'll get him tomorrow then, sir.

In the meantime, I want you

to go back out there tonight.

But he's not going
anywhere, Colonel.

I know, because I'm going to
make damn certain he's secure.

Then why don't you send Anderson?

Didn't he just get
his pilot's licence?

You'd better watch it, Captain.

Look, sir, I'm tired,
I'm two weeks short,

and that area is pretty hot,

and I don't want to get shot down

on some public-relations
mission, ok?

All right, then, I'll make
it easy for you, Captain.

It's an order, and you damn
well will carry it out.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Thank you for the ride, sir.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Phew. Ok...

50 piastres.

Come on. Chickenshits.
Chickenshits.

No way.

Ok. Hey, Clarky, pull up a chair,

before these pigeons
are totally penniless.

Another time. I got to go
back up again tonight.

Going back up again?

Damn, putting in the hours.

Yeah. Tell Walker.

I got to start carrying
my sleeping bag with me.

Ok... I got two pair.

Three sixes.

I've got two pairs of
sevens and your other six.

Ha-ha-ha.

Damn. I thought you newspaper boys

would be a bit sharper than that.
What rag do you write for again?

New York Times.

Oh, yeah, I picked one up once.

You read, Ross? Probably stole it
from some derelict in the park,

who was using it as a blanket.

I gave him a nickel.

I couldn't find the
comics, so I returned it.

Did you get your money back?

Yeah. I ended up finishing a pint
of radiator fluid with the guy.

It was about then I figured
it was time to enlist,

and here I am, the best
goddamn evac pilot in 'Nam.

Tell it, Ross.

Flying those choppers
every day scrambles

up your brains. You
get facts confused.

Ross here thinks that
it takes some skill

to keep one of those
eggbeaters up in the air.

Typical FAC pilot.

He labours under the
misapprehension

that he is the most Sierra-Hotel
cowboy in the Air Force.

The real truth is, he flies

a fucking VW Microbus with wings.

Well, this VW pilot

flies ten feet off the deck,

draws fire from SAMs
down to eight-year-olds

with slingshots and pebbles.

Ha-ha-ha. A confirmation on that.

A lot of times, I've seen Clark

return here... You want one?

With leaves in his teeth.

Because...

Two.

Us black folks ain't got
no depth perception.

So we gots to fly what we gets.

They won't let us fly
fast aeroplanes.

You got to be particular
in this man's Air Force.

Now, right here, you are looking
at a perfect fly boy profile.

The kind of guy you can trust
when the shit hits the fan.

Boom. It's hit the fan, man.

See you later, Clarky.

Later, Clarky.

Don't wait up for me, ok?

Take care.

Birddog, Bat 21. Is that you?

Roger, Bat 21. It's me.

I need a visual reference,
so I can stay in range.

You'll need one.

Got you, Bat 21.

Positive contact.

I appreciate you
dropping by, Birddog.

That's what I'm here for.

Charlie walked by my
hole about an hour ago.

How many?

10 or 12. It seems
to be quiet now.

Just stay calm.

You'll be out of there
in the morning.

Birddog, could you do
me a personal favour?

Shoot.

Get in touch with my wife.

I was supposed to
call her tonight.

She'll be scared to death.

Her name is Gwen.

I know. I pulled
your personal file.

I got her address and number,

but I think you should
let it ride for a day.

She may not be too excited

about where you decided
to spend the night.

Yeah, we'll do it your way.

I'm glad somebody's
thinking clearly.

How long you been
flying Oscar-Deuces?

Too long. Due to rotate soon.

You know, I'm probably the
oldest captain in the Air Force.

How old are you?

Would you believe, 35 in June?

Ha-ha-ha. That's not very old.

Shit. Sometimes, it is.

Are you married, Birddog?

Yeah.

Got a wife and kid back home.

I've been thinking about
my old lady a lot

since I've been down here.

Funny how that works.

She keeps bugging me that my mind

is some place else
when I'm with her.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.

Any news on the
other crew members?

No. No other chutes were spotted.

We're still searching
for the wreckage.

The jungle is hot.

Has anyone contacted Scott's wife?

Yeah. That's been taken care of.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

I feel like a real jerk.

I'm the big expert on this deal,

and I get us shot down.

Don't beat yourself up,
Bat 21. It happens.

You ok for the night, Bat 21?

Yeah. No problem.
Thanks for checking in.

Then I'm RTB.

Tuck yourself in.

Carpool will pick you
up at first light.

This is Birddog
signing off, Bat 21.

Birddog, Birddog, this is Bat 21.

Are you in the vicinity?

Roger, Bat 21.

Just about to give
you a wake-up call.

Birddog, take a look
at the intersection

of hollywood and vine.
Rush-hour traffic.

Could be a problem for
our Jolly Greens.

Roger, Bat 21. Stand by.

Let's put some hits on these guys.

I got a good visual.
I'll call them.

You sure? You're pretty close to
the action. You might get nicked.

I can see the
crossroads from here.

About half a click south
of the rice paddy.

Mark it.

You pulling rank on me, Bat 21?

I'll take my chances.

You got it.

Here you go. Enjoy the show.

Birddog to Crabtree, I marked my
targets. What are you hauling?

Roger, Birddog. This is Crabtree,

coming in from the south

with a full load
of snake and nape.

Roger, Crabtree. You see my smoke?

Affirmative, Birddog.

Waste the area, but remember,

we have a friendly
in the vicinity.

Try not to ruin his day
with a stray frag.

Don't worry, Birddog.

We can thread a
needle if we have to.

Thread a needle, my ass. Shit.

Birddog, on your next pass,

move just east of
the intersection.

You got camouflaged tanks.

Roger, Bat 21.

Crabtree, tanks just
east of intersection,

Missed on first pass.

Roger, Birddog.

We're Winchester, Birddog.
Please assess damage.

Additional targets
still appear active.

Copy, Crabtree. Return
to base. Will advise.

Bat 21 from Birddog.

Bat 21?

Bat 21 from Birddog.

Do you copy, Bat 21?

Go, Birddog.

You intact?

Affirmative.

Nice quarterbacking.

Maybe we ought to leave you
in for the second half.

Negative. I've seen enough.

I guess it's different
on the ground.

It's too damn close.

Bat 21, your pick-up
may be delayed.

The area is still too hot.

Negative. Negative. It's got
to be today, goddamn it.

I repeat, area's still too hot.

It's a war zone, goddamn
it. What do you expect?

Relax, Bat 21. We'll get
you out at first light.

Jesus Christ.

Just stay calm.
Birddog will deliver.

Negative, Birddog.
Bat 21 has a plan.

I worked it out last night.

Birddog would like to RTB, refuel,

and confirm before you move.

Negative, Birddog.
Not enough time.

Bat 21. Bat 21.

Birddog would like to
confirm before you move.

Negative. Bat's on the move.

Heading for the swanee.

Swanee?

Repeat, heading for the swanee,

Like in the song. "Swanee, swanee.

"How I love you. How I love you."

Yeah, yeah, I know the song.

"Swanee, How I Love You."

Huh. I think I broke
the code, Bat 21.

But still do not advise.

Route takes you through
too many unfriendlies.

Birddog has no way to track you.

I worked out a front nine
to avoid the hazards.

Copy this. Add zero to yardage.

Holes three, six
and eight at Shaw.

South one and 17 at Macdill.

Coming in on two, 12,
14, and 18 at Hickum.

How do you copy?

Copy, but I still don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

Contact Colonel Douglass at Kerat
Air Base for instructions.

I'm not sure this is
a good idea, Bat 21.

Bat 21 is teeing off from
the blue markers now. Out.

Bat 21, from Birddog.

Bat 21, Bat 21, from Birddog.

Bat... Oh, shit.

You want to tell me about it?

Hambleton's moving on me.

Where's he going?

I don't know. He gave me
some kind of goddamned code,

after I decided it was
too hot to pick him up.

Yeah, I heard you brought
in the flyboys...

That was his idea.

That's some kind of tough bastard.

Shit.

I mean, he must realise

they aren't always that accurate.

I've seen frags drop 30 feet
in front of my windscreen.

Wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

Sit down and finish
your beer. Sit down.

I got to go up again.
I got to find him.

You're spending more time in
the air than on Mother Earth.

You look like hell.

Well, I need the overtime.

You are going for a
DFFC, aren't you?

A Distinguished
Fucking Flying Cross.

Man, I must have
vapour-locked, or something.

"FAC pilot saves Colonel."

You're gearing up for the
ceremony. A full dress parade,

a nice shiny medal to
show the folks back home,

and a newfound respect in
the military community.

Shit. Clarky, stick
around. Come on.

We'll take a chopper up.

We'll shoot a few cows and have
a barbecue. What do you say?

Ross, not tonight, yeah?

Don't you think you've got

a little obsessive
behaviour going here?

Obsessive behaviour? Me,
obsessive behaviour?

Man, I recall some of
the crazy, lunatic shit

that you've done in your machine.

Maybe I like hauling those
sorry dudes out of the bush.

Maybe I like to see
their big, sloppy

smiles when I drag
them into the chopper,

because you just know they
thought they were going

to spend the rest of the
war dodging punji sticks,

snakes, and gooks, and I hand
them a camel and a candy bar,

and they smile like when they
got laid for the first time.

I'm not into this
death-and-destruction

bullshit either, or
flying fucking medals.

You know, all I want to do
is bring the old man back.

Ok... Go on. Get him
through the night.

I'll haul his ass
out in the morning.

Ok, Birddog?

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

No, no, no, no. Look... Friend.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Friend. Friend.

Pa?

I'm sorry.

No, no, no. Number 14 at Hickum.

Right, Hickum.

Yeah, the par four
across the water.

That's the one. Hold
the phone a minute.

Captain,

number 14 at Hickum, 390 yards.

Draw it in.

Don't forget to add the zero.

Come here, Clark.

Colonel, that puts
our puzzle together.

Now let's hope the damn
thing works... Right.

Yeah, I will keep you
abreast of everything.

Right, I will.

And thank you.

What have we got, sir?

I got a lot to tell
you about your boy.

Seems like Hambleton was flying

a pave-penny mission for a
major bombing strike, Captain.

He came up with the idea himself,

and then he volunteers to go.

Right man for the
job and all that.

Sounds like to me he must have
written the damn manuals.

Wouldn't Charlie like to get

their hands on him,
open him up? Shit.

It doesn't get any better.

The strike was scheduled
for 07:00 hours tomorrow.

Their objective, carpet-bomb

this crossroads where Hambleton is

and everything around
it for 8 kilometres.

That's what he was talking about.

Exactly.

He won't make it.

They're going to blast the
whole goddamn area, huh?

I'm fucking blowing my brains out

trying to get this
motherfucker home,

and they're talking
about carpet-bombing.

Goddamn it, Captain...

Now, wait a minute...

Shut up, goddamn it.

I bought us 24 hours.

That's the best I could do.

Had to put my ass on
the line to get that.

I told Seventh Air we'd
get him out of there.

That's exactly what
we're going to do.

Nice work, Colonel.

Let's don't start
jumping up and down,

throwing babies in the
air yet, Captain.

We'd better wait and see

if Hambleton's code works.

You got any ideas?

Douglass knew what Hambleton

was talking about right away.

I mean, they're
both golf fanatics.

They play three times a week.
Hambleton's got a four handicap.

With all that in mind, come here.
I want to show you something.

Thank you, Howard.

Now... stay with me, Captain.

This gets pretty wild.

Hambleton wants to get here to
the river, to the swanee, right?

Well, how's he going to do that?

I mean, he's not about to just
tear ass out through there

and lose contact with you.

Hell, he's dead meat.

On the other hand, he
can't get on the radio

and tell you where he's going.
Charlie's got VHF too.

So he gives you an imaginary
nine holes of golf.

When you lay those nine holes
over our map, Captain...

there's what they look like.

Now we can track him,

now that we know where he is.

We know exactly where
he comes out at the end

because he didn't pick
those holes at random.

They come off three Air
Force golf courses

he's played a hundred times,

knows them like the
back of his hand.

Now, let's take these three

that come off Shaw Air Force base.

First hole, 410-yard
par-four dogleg.

We add that zero
Hambleton's talking about,

it reads 4,100 yards,

and the first green
puts him right there.

Next green, here and here.

These two holes come off the
front and back of Macdill.

These four finishing holes here,

according to Douglass,

are the holes Hambleton birdied

the last time he played Hickum

to shoot a one-under-par 71.

Pretty good score, huh?

Clever son of a bitch.

You play golf, Captain?

No, sir. Golf wasn't big
in my neighbourhood.

All right. Well, all these
holes are on these cards,

and this is a glossary
of golf terminology.

Now, you're going to
communicate with Hambleton

using these terms, because
Charlie won't know

what in the hell
you're talking about

until it's too late, anyway.

So get busy. Learn this.

That's the key to
Hambleton's code.

Dogleg.

Dogleg.

Does Anderson know you
borrowed his prop?

No, sir.

I'd love to be there when
he tries to take off.

He's going to need a hell
of a long runway, Captain.

Yeah.

Look, at the risk of
being out of line, sir,

I think you look a
bit overextended.

Now, in the best interest of the
mission and your personal safety,

I put together this tape.

Some serious sounds, Captain.

They're guaranteed
to keep you alert.

You're quite a man, Rumbaugh.

You just have a good
flight, all right, sir?

All right.

Fuck.

Son of a bitch.

God. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Fuck.

God...

Fucked-up Rumbaugh shit.

Birddog on radio. Bat
21, this is Birddog.

Come in, come in. Where
the hell are you?

Birddog, this is Bat 21.

I read you loud and clear.

Copy, Bat 21. It's good to hear
from you. I thought I'd lost you.

It's good to hear
your voice, Birddog.

I'm at the third fairway,

trying to get a fix
on your position.

You broke the code.

I'm working on it. It's
not an easy game to play.

What is your...

lie?

Birddog, I'm 150 yards
northwest of the third green.

I'll give you a signal, white one.

Got you marked.

Any problems?

I ran into an unfriendly
a while back.

I had to do some backtracking.

You all right?

My landing gear's
a little damaged,

but it's still serviceable.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

Listen, Birddog...

you got to get me out of here.

Affirmative.

I'm here to tell
you the good news.

We bought 24 hours. Copy that?

You bet I copy.

You must have friends
in high places

who want to see your face again.

That's nice to know.

Bat 21...

stay put and don't transmit.

I have business to take care of.

This is Birddog. This is Birddog.

Anyone on station?
And play it cool.

Copy, Cupcake. If it's
not too much trouble,

I'd enjoy your company
at coordinates

Zulu-Zulu-5, Lima-Hotel-7.

Cupcake on the way.

Copy, Cupcake.

Back to you, Bat 21.
This is Birddog.

Birddog...

I killed a man today.

Roger that.

He wasn't even a soldier.

He just kept coming.

I couldn't stop him.

I understand.

I didn't want to do it.

I never had to do anything
like that before in my life.

I've always been sitting
in an aeroplane

at 30,000 feet with a cup
of coffee in front of me.

Look here, Bat 21,
I never met you,

but you don't sound like a killer.

I'm sure you couldn't
stop it from happening.

Now, the important thing
is to put it behind you.

What the hell's going on, Birddog?

There's too many unfriendly
foursomes in your vicinity.

Fireworks courtesy of Wolfpack.

Jesus Christ. Does it ever stop?

Are you with me, Bat 21?

Yeah, Birddog, I'm here.

All right.

I want you to listen real hard.

I know you're hurting,
but we have to deal with

getting you back to the clubhouse.

We're going to pick you
up at first light.

Damn, I'm ready.

I want you to play the
fourth hole tonight.

The green will be our LZ.

That's a long goddamn hole.

Yeah. There's a few hazards,

but the green is safe.

Think you can make it, Bat 21?

Yeah, I should be
able to play through.

Looking forward to
buying you a drink.

I'll start the tab.

Roger that.

Birddog signing off.

I'll see you in the morning.

Bat 21, this is Birddog. Come in.

Birddog, Bat 21. Go ahead.

Are you still on course?

Birddog, yeah, I'm
an easy chip shot

from the green,

except that there's a village
right here in front of me.

Reconned yesterday. Area's safe.

We'll take another look.

Ok, Birddog.

Shine up your medal, Clarky,

I'm bringing back your boy.

I'll personally alert Bat 21.

Bat 21, this is Birddog
again. Come in.

Yeah, Birddog, I'm still here.

Not for long. I'm
sending in my best man.

Get your flares ready,
and don't pop the smoke

until you hear from Jolly
Greens. Understand?

Roger, Birddog.

Bat 21, Cobra Leader. Do you copy?

Go ahead.

We'll come over your
position from the north.

Be ready to pop those flares.

I've been ready for two days.

Hold what you got, Big Sky.

I'm going to send Birddog
in to take a look.

Roger.

Talk to me, Birddog.

Looks quiet.

I'm going in for a closer look.

Here we go. Be right back.

It don't look like anybody's home.

All right, Big Sky, go get him.

I'll cover your tail.

Jolly Green from Birddog.

You're looking good, looking good.

Coming in on your LZ.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Shit. We're taking hits.

The village is hot.
The village is hot.

Birddog, there's at least two
machine guns in the village.

I thought you said that
goddamn LZ was secure.

Get back in the trees, Bat
21. Back in the trees.

Stevie, open up.

Get those mines ready.

We're going to drop them
right here in this paddy.

Keep them away from Bat 21.

Drop those mines.

Son of a bitch.

Big Sky, get the
hell out of there.

I'm coming back. Open up, Steven.

Get on those guns
and give them hell.

Son of a bitch. He's hit.

Take care of him. Hendricks,
get on the gun.

We're going to fix you up.

Big Sky, abort mission.

Repeat, abort. Abort.

Boys, they're not going to stick
a fork in me till I'm done.

We're going to get that boy.

Abort mission, Big Sky. Get
the hell out of there, Ross.

Sorry. Transmission
is breaking up.

Repeat, abort.

Sorry. Transmission
is breaking up.

That's bullshit. You heard me.

I said abort.

Fuck it. Let's go in.

Come on, you...

Ross, get out of there.

Son of a bitch.

He's hit. Birddog, he's hit.

Shit.

Shit. I'm losing it.

Up, Big Sky. Big Rocks. Pull out.

Shit. We're going down.

We're going down. Mayday. Mayday.

I can't see a goddamn
thing, goddamn it.

We're going down. Mayday.

Start, motherfucker.

Start.

Let's get out of here, Ross.

Fuck. They're coming.

The gun jammed. Let's
go, Ross. Come on.

Goddamn it. Let's fucking go.

Start. Shit.

Start.

Shit.

Come on, Pearson. We got
to get out of here.

Come on, Ross. Jesus. The gun.

Come on. We got to
get out of here.

Goddamn it, come on.

Get up, man. We got to go.

Finley, goddamn it.
Give me the gun.

Shit. Come on, give
me the gun, Finley.

Give me the goddamn
gun, goddamn it.

Jesus Christ. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. Holy shit.

I'm fucking hit, man.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God.

Steve, stay alive.
Someone will be back.

Don't fucking leave us, Ross.

Just stay alive, goddamn it.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Don't leave us, Ross.

Don't worry. I'll be back.

All right.

Ross. Ross.

Goddamn you.

Birddog, they've got
two of our men.

I think the rest of
the crew is dead.

Copy, Bat 21. Stand by.

Cobra Leader, Charlie
has two of our airmen.

Can you identify?

Negative, Birddog. Can't
make out from here.

We're holding our fire.

They shot my damn hydraulics out.

I'm not going to be able to
put this thing down here.

I'm going down for a closer look.

Not advisable, Birddog.

It will be a quick pass.

Confirmed, two airmen.

One is pilot.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

You know what, Charlie? I don't
follow your fucking drift.

I took Spanish in
school. No comprendo.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Get your fucking slimy
fucking hands off me.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

I don't understand you.

Birddog, they're trying to
get him to tell where I am.

Copy, Bat 21. Just stay low.

Bastard. Motherfucker.

They just killed one of our men.

Was it the pilot, Bat 21?

I don't think so.
It's me they want.

I'm going to give myself up.

Keep your ass down, Bat 21.
Charlie doesn't bargain.

Nothing you can do about it.

Now, retreat double-time
back into the trees.

Come on, fella. Come closer.

Come on. Come on,
you motherfucker.

Come on.

Oh.

Come on.

They're walking him out
into the minefield.

Ah, Jesus.

Come on.

Hey, come on.

Goddamn it.

Motherfucker.

You lowlife...

I've got enough dead
heroes for one day, Clark.

Get your ass out of there.

Oh, fuck.

You'll get Bat 21
back on the course.

Then rendezvous with
me at Hilo-1-8-5.

I'm going to waste this
whole goddamned area.

Four-square leader, hustle
your ass over here.

One click north of Hilo-1-niner-6.

Gun emplacement in village.

Jolly Green down. Crew is dead.

Look for the smoke.

People are still in the village.

Charlie is using them for cover.

Stay off frequency, Bat 21.

Await instructions from Birddog.

Birddog. Birddog, people
are in the village.

Repeat, civilians, women and
children, in the village.

That's a confirmation.
Will advise.

Cobra Leader, this is Birddog.

Village is still not clear.

Civilians still in area.

Stay off frequency.

Delay the strike.
Repeat, delay strike.

Bat 21, get back on course.

Will connect with you at swanee.

Fuck the goddamn swanee.
Delay the strike.

That was my friend
laying in the mud

with his fucking head blown off.

Now, get back on course.

Now, do as I say. Back on course.

People keep dying all around me.

I'm through killing.

I'm through, goddamn it.

You called for me, sir?

Ahem...

Lost six people today, Clark.

Kids, all of them, just kids.

And I couldn't guarantee

we'd get him out of there

if we had another week.
Damn it, it's too hot.

So, the strike is a go...

07:00 hours tomorrow.

They're going to level
the whole area.

All we can do is
hope and pray to God

Hambleton makes it to the river.

I...

Did I ever call the Navy,

and, they're going to send

a patrol boat up there.

Where are you headed?

I'm going to help him make
it to the river, sir.

Planes are grounded, Clark.

We are not to go back in there

until the strike is over.

Our hands are tied.

Yes, sir.

Birddog, Bat 21. Over.

Birddog, Bat 21. How
do you read? Over.

'Birddog, this is Bat 21. Come in.

'I'm on the sixth hole,
Birddog. Do you copy?

'Birddog, this is Bat 21.

'Come in, Birddog.'

Thank you.

For me?

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Definitely not a good idea,
sir. It's a bad idea.

I trained in one of these
things 15 years ago.

So, just refresh my memory.

You got three minutes.

Let's go, Rumbaugh.

All right.

Ok.

This is your rotor speed.
Keep it in the green.

This is your engine speed.

Keep it also in the green.

Red-line and you crash and burn.

All right, pedals. Pedals
work the same as your ship.

The stick does not. It's cyclic.

It controls the angles of
your blades, all right?

I can't believe you're
taking the old man's ship.

All right, power. Power's
controlled by your collective.

One thing you may
have forgotten is,

when you increase power,
you increase left pedal

to compensate for
increased torque. Got it?

Yeah... yeah, it's
coming back to me.

And what about autorotation?

Why? You planning on
not coming back, sir?

Tell me anyway.

All right. Your engine quits.

You're falling out of the sky.

Now, all you've got left is the
energy stored in your blades, ok?

Push the left...

No, push the right, the
right pedal to the floor,

collective down,

keep your rotor
speed in the green.

Keep it at about 80 knots and
about 100 feet off the deck.

Begin to flare and then cushion
it on down with the collective.

Now, you may start to spin,

but that's cool. Don't panic.

Key point being, he
who hesitates...

You don't want to
hesitate, all right?

All right.

Here's your checklist, your
maps, all your golf shit.

All right.

Now, you got everything, right?

You understand all this?

Yeah.

All right.

Thanks for the lesson.

Just come back, all right?

Pedals. Pedals.

Collective.

Shit.

Up. Up. Up.

Ok, all right. Torque,
torque, torque.

Get it up.

You got it. You got it. Up.

Who's that crazy son of
a bitch? Is that Clark?

I believe it is, sir.

All right, Captain.

We're looking at a
court-martial now.

Rotor speed up.

Throttle friction.

Jesus Christ.

When he gets back here, Sergeant,

I'm throwing his ass
in the stockade.

We don't have a stockade, sir.

I'll build one.

Son of a bitch.

Good luck, Captain.

All right, all right,
all right, here I come.

Chopper Pilot, this is Bat 21.

This is Chopper Pilot,

above your signal
on the ninth hole.

Is that you, Birddog?

Yeah, it's me.

Now, let's get you out of here.

50 metres east of you,
there's a small field.

If I can get into it,
I can make it happen.

Copy that, Bat 21?

I'm on my way, Birddog.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Down.

- Let's go.
- Ok.

Hey.

Hang on.

Hurry up.

All right.

I'm glad to see you, Birddog.

Have a seat, Bat 21.

You'd better check the charts.

I had a hell of a
time navigating here.

Jesus.

Shit.

You're losing oil pressure.

Jesus.

There's the river.

We got to make it from here.

I'm going to have to put
this baby down, ok?

There's a clearing at 9 o'clock.

Cut into the woods.

Let's go.

It's the air strike.

It's right on time.

Jesus.

(SPEAKING VIETNAMESE)

Go. Move.

Oh, shit. Goddamn.

You know, I've been
in the service...

most of my adult life.

It's the first time
I ever saw any war.

Guess I was a little
closer to the action.

I've wanted to be a fighter
pilot since I was a kid.

But they wouldn't let
me out of the O-2.

Lucky for me.

You could have quit anytime.

Why'd you keep coming back?

Guess it's the
stubborn side of me.

I started out just doing my job,

no different from you.

I hate being told I
can't do something.

I guess that's why
I'm still a captain.

Besides...

I started feeling what
you were going through.

I heard it in your voice.

We're home free, Colonel.

Yeah.

Cut the Colonel crap, ok, Birddog?

It's Iceal Hambleton.

Iceal?

It's Hamb.

Yeah. Hey... Clark Bartholomew.

Bartholomew?

Clarky.

Ok.

This is USPB-Niner-6.

We have your boys aboard.
Injuries have been treated.

Will rendezvous with
you at base Victor-4.

This is Niner-6 out.

Welcome home, Bat 21.

Why don't you and the Captain
meet me at the 19th hole?

The drinks are on me.

Cobra Leader, over and out.