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1:31:03
Hello !
1:31:05
Anybody home ?
1:31:13
No ! Don't shoot !
Don't shoot !

1:31:17
- Don't shoot ! Please don't shoot !
- ( Gunfire Stops )

1:31:20
( Man )
ldentify yourself !

1:31:23
Captain Loomis Birkhead,
United States Army !

1:31:29
Birkhead ? What kind of
stupid name is that ?

1:31:35
Just stand right there.
Winowski !

1:31:38
Little tall for a Jap,
wouldn't you say ?

1:31:42
Yeah, but those Japs
are sneaky bastards, sir.

1:31:45
- You never know.
- You're right.

1:31:48
Check him for stilts.
1:31:53
S-Stilts, sir ?
1:31:56
- Do it.
- Yo !

1:32:04
Oww ! Ooh !
God !

1:32:06
Son of a bitch !
1:32:08
Ah, thank God, Captain.
( Laughing )

1:32:12
- Thank God you got through.
- ( Groans )

1:32:15
( Chuckling )
1:32:19
My troops.
Where are my troops ?

1:32:24
- Stilwell promised me troops.
- Yes, sir.

1:32:26
- Uh, you see, w-we're a little,
uh, shorthanded, sir.
- Shorthanded ?

1:32:31
- Stilwell's trying to hold L.A.
- Stilwell ? L.A. ?

1:32:34
Well, my God, doesn't he realize
how desperate my situation is here ?

1:32:38
They're parachuting
murderers into these hills,

1:32:42
and now I'm getting reports
of secret airstrips...

1:32:45
hidden away in
the alfalfa fields of Pomona !

1:32:49
Colonel, you don't, uh--
1:32:53
You don't have any bombers
here, do ya, sir ?

1:32:57
Bombers ?
1:32:59
If I had bombers,
son,


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