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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,

1:33:02
I'd be bombin' the hell out of 'em
right now ! ( Laughing )

1:33:06
- ( Troops Laughing )
- No planes ?

1:33:10
Boy, am I
in trouble now.

1:33:15
( Laughing Stops
Suddenly )

1:33:17
Son, the only plane I got
is that shit-on-a-shingle
trainer sittin' over there.

1:33:30
( Whispers )
It's fine, it's fine. Let's go.

1:33:34
Sir, I happen to have
a reconnaissance expert...

1:33:37
from our intelligence office
in Washington with us in the car and...

1:33:44
with your permission,
sir,

1:33:46
we'd like to take that trainer
and try to spot that enemy airfield.

1:33:52
Why, son, tha-that plane doesn't have
any guns on it. You're talkin' suicide.

1:33:59
I have no other choice.

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