TALES OF THE GOLD MONKEY

ONCE A TIGER...

(Formerly: EYE OF THE TIGER)

Participating Writers
George Geiger
L. Ford Neale & John Huff

Written: October 8, 1982
Revisions: 10/15/82, 10/19/82



			_ACT ONE_

FADE IN

EXTERIOR SKY - DAY - THUNDERSTORM

Rain drives across thunderheads blackening the sky above and below.  We 
hear the groan of radial aircraft engines bucking the wind, then see a 
cargo plane, perhaps a C-40, or DC-3, fighting for its life.  Over this we 
hear the controlled voice of a flier working to save the aircraft.

			KRAMER'S VOICE
	Red line.  Lose some revs or you'll run these props off their 
	shafts.

INTERIOR CARGO PLANE COCKPIT - DAY - FLIERS

Jim Kramer, the copilot, is an open-faced midwestern type, early twenties.  
The pilot, Randall McGraw, is a fortyish, brusque character, more insulted 
by the storm than frightened by it.  Both wear Flying Tiger jackets.

			MC GRAW
	If I do that she won't be runnin' at all, 'cause we'll be in the 
	drink.
		(beat; all business)
	Fire.  Port engine.

A ruddy light bursts on them from the left.  McGraw slaps the throttles 
and the engine sounds drop a tone.  Kramer is automatically performing the 
procedure for an engine fire.

INSERT - BURNING ENGINE

Despite the water streaming past the engine, a tongue of flame shoots out, 
then black smoke as the prop freezes.

RESUME SCENE - INTERIOR COCKPIT

			MC GRAW
	Get on the horn and bring somebody runnin'.  We're not stayin' in 
	the sky on one engine with this load.

INSERT - RADIO

Kramer spins the veneer knob and frequency numbers spin past the backlit 
dial.

RESUME - FAVOR KRAMER

			KRAMER
		(into mike)
	Mayday...mayday...m'aider...Air Cargo flight four-oh bound for New 
	Britain.  We're ditching vicinity French Marivellas...Mayday...
	M'aider.

Kramer has succeeded in opening an aviation chart.

			KRAMER
		(continuing)
	Last known position...one hundred sixty degrees, thirteen minutes 
	east...oh-fifty-three south, bearing two eighty-five.

McGraw wrestles the yoke, a whine now building as the plane dives.

			MC GRAW
	Hit the silk, Kramer, while I can still keep her out of a spin.

Knowing he's right, Kramer unsnaps his harness and stands.

			KRAMER
	See you on the beach, McGraw.

INTERIOR CARGO COMPARTMENT - DAY - LOOKING FORWARD

Bulky wooden crates leave only a narrow corridor back for Kramer.  He 
buckles into a parachute and then releases the dogs on the hatch.  Water 
and wind slash through as Kramer takes a look back and leaps, clutching a 
canvas bundle.

INTERIOR COCKPIT - DAY - MC GRAW

Jaw set, eyes steady, McGraw continues the distress call with a steady 
voice into the mike.

			MC GRAW
		Mayday...mayday....

					DISSOLVE TO

EXTERIOR BORAGORA - DAY - TO ESTABLISH

It's bright, sunny and calm.  A rooster crows.

INTERIOR SARAH'S ROOM - DAY

Sarah sits on her bed with her suitcase radio, sipping a beer, and wearing 
a set of earphones.  We hear the dots and dashes of the transmission she 
is decoding on a pad, a matter of routine.

			SARAH
	Air Cargo flight four-oh now five days overdue to New Britain.
		(a pause; to herself)
	Poor guys....

The code resumes, and what she hears makes her sit up.

			SARAH
		(continuing)
	New information...missing aircraft was carrying advanced gunsights 
	to Flying Tigers in China.  All agents recover or confirm gunsights 
	destroyed.

EXTERIOR SEA - DAY - U.S.S. HANOVER - STOCK

as we hear more code, now very loud.

INTERIOR HANOVER RADIO ROOM - DAY

Sparks is sending on a double key.  The Intelligence Officer enters with a 
message flimsy, looking concerned.

			SPARKS
	Sixteen hundred transmission complete, sir.

			OFFICER
	Add this...believe Japanese Navy may also be searching for flight 
	four-oh.

Sparks nods, copies the words, then begins to send again.

					CUT TO

EXTERIOR WILLIE'S CHURCH - DAY

Willie, dressed as Reverend Tenboom, is aiding an itinerant dentist, Doc 
Doyle, who is working on the teeth of an islander.  Doyle is in his late 
fifties, wearing safari shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt.  His drill is 
powered by another islander pedaling a stationary bicycle frame, jerry-
rigged by pulleys and a wobbly belt to spin the crude drill.  Doyle keeps 
the yelping patient in the chair with a burly forearm.

			DOYLE
	Must be a tad of nerve still in there.

Willie gestures to an island girl to mop the brow of the patient with a 
towel while he croons comfort.

			WILLIE
	Now, now, now, now, be still, my son.  Nothing of value comes 
	without suffering.

			DOYLE
		(eyeing girl)
	You know, Rev, I think your flock's got some of the finest...
	Christians in the whole Marivellas.

			WILLIE
		(beaming)
	Yes, I consider myself truly blessed.

NEW ANGLE - TO JAKE, CORKY AND JACK

sitting on the church steps behind a few islanders waiting their turn with 
the dentist.  Corky moans, suffering along with the islander under the 
drill.

			CORKY
	I can't watch, Jake.  Ain't we got time for a beer?

			JAKE
	Stay put.  You want to lose your place in line?

			CORKY
	Yes.

			JAKE
	Corky!  You said you'd go through with it this time.

			SARAH
	I hope you didn't promise.

NEW ANGLE TO INCLUDE SARAH

joining them.  She's a bit alarmed by Doyle's dentistry.  Jack barks twice 
for "yes."  Corky moans again.  The distant, drawn-out note of a conch 
shell horn reaches them.  Jack bolts for the water.  The sound has the 
same effect on the islanders as a fire engine.  They rush after Jack, 
babbling and pointing, even Doyle's patient.

			WILLIE
	A long note like that is for distress, jah?

THEIR POINT OF VIEW - AN OUTRIGGER

Two native fishermen are paddling rapidly towards the dock, a third blows 
the horn in the bow.  Between them is the slumped form of a white man in a 
dark jacket.

ON JAKE AND SARAH

They meet each other's hopeful glance.

			JAKE
	They've picked somebody up....

EXTERIOR DOCK - DAY

Jake, Corky and Sarah bull through the crowd.  The fishermen are lifting 
their passenger onto the dock.  It's Jim Kramer, dazed and sunburned, 
clearly in bad shape.

			FISHERMAN
	Dis fella b'long water, three...four day like.

Corky steadies Kramer from the rear as Jake unsnaps Kramer's life jacket 
revealing the Flying Tiger insignia.  (Also revealing Kramer's service 
sidearm worn in a cross holster over his shoulder outside his jacket.  
Option:  the gun is under his jacket and we don't see it until Louie opens 
the jacket in Scene 21.)

			CORKY
	H...hey!  This guy's a Tiger.

			JAKE
		(look to Sarah)
	From that missing Air Cargo flight?

Sarah nods, slightly.

ON KRAMER - CLOSE

between Jake and Corky as they carry his limp body toward the hotel.  
Their exchange makes him force open his swollen eyes.

			JAKE
		(to Corky)
	You know him?

			CORKY
	I don't think so.  Jake, what would a Tiger be doing in these 
	waters?

			JAKE
		(looking at Sarah)
	I don't know, Corky.

					CUT TO

INTERIOR JAKE'S ROOM - DAY

Jake and Corky are putting Kramer onto Jake's bed.  Louie rushes in 
through the interior door from the bar with an armload of supplies -- 
saline solution, burn ointment, gauze.  One look and he flinches.  Jake 
finishes removing Kramer's jacket.

			LOUIE
	Mon dieu!  He is a lucky man to still be alive.

ON JAKE AND SARAH

Jake steps back to give Louie room.  Sarah leans in, but Jake pulls her 
aside.  Louie begins to clean Kramer's face, and will have applied gauze 
to his forehead before the end of this scene.

			SARAH
	I've got to talk to him.

			LOUIE
	It'll have to wait.

			SARAH
	It's important.

			JAKE
	Sarah...look at the man.

She does, relenting.  Jake gestures they should leave.

			LOUIE
	The angel of mercy will stay with me, si vous plait.  The rest of 
	you out.

ACROSS KRAMER TO GROUP

			KRAMER
		(delirious)
	Blue-faced boobys...I see blue-faced boobys.

			SARAH
	What's he talking about?

			CORKY
	It's a funny looking bird.  The blue-faced booby.  You see 'em when 
	you're about fifty miles from land.

			JAKE
	When he comes around, Louie, tell him there's an ex-Tiger downstairs 
	who wants to buy him a drink.

			KRAMER
	I'm tellin' you, McGraw...One sixty thirteen east...oh fifty-three 
	south.  That's it.  One sixty thirteen east...oh fifty-three south.  
	Hear that, McGraw?

Jake and Corky react to the name "McGraw" as Kramer continues to mumble.

			CORKY
		(astonished)
	Gosh, Jake!  He was flyin' with McGraw!

Jake nods he understands.

					CUT TO

INTERIOR MONKEY BAR - NIGHT

Jake and Corky are at the bar, Kramer's wadded Tigers jacket behind them.  
In the background we see the fishermen who brought Kramer learning to 
shoot pool from a crowd of locals making sport of their drunkenness.  Jake 
raises his beer.

			JAKE
	To Randall McGraw.

They clink mugs.

			CORKY
	Randall McGraw.  That dirty, son of a ---

			JAKE
	Corky!

			CORKY
		(finishing)
	...blue-faced booby.

			JAKE
	He's probably dead.

			CORKY
	But, Jake...he nearly got you killed over Nanking.

			JAKE
	That was more'n a year ago...it sure doesn't matter now.  Let's just 
	be happy even one of 'em made it.

On the bar in front of Jake is a clutter of water-damaged money and ID 
taken from Kramer's wallet.

INSERT - JAKE'S HAND - KRAMER'S ARMY AIR FORCE ID

			JAKE
	James Kramer...twenty-six...from Sioux Falls.  Long way from home to 
	get lost in the middle of the Pacific.

			CORKY
	Like us.

BACK WIDE

			JAKE
		(with smile)
	In a way...Kramer's only been with the Tigers since March.  That's 
	why we didn't know him.

			CORKY
	Poor guy.  Imagine havin' to fly with McGraw...that dirty ---

			JAKE
		(little angry)
	Corky!

			CORKY
		(flinching)
	Yeah, Jake....

ANGLE PAST JAKE TO INSIDE BALCONY

Sarah is leaning over the balcony, crooking a finger at Jake.  Louie is 
wiping his hands coming down the stairs.

			JAKE
		(softening)
	You can have the rest of my beer.

			CORKY
	Oh, gee thanks, Jake.

INTERIOR SARAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

Sarah is splashing her face with water from the basin.

			SARAH
	It's open.

Jake enters.  Sarah turns, toweling off her face.  Some of the water has 
wet her blouse, a button or two open.  She looks particularly fresh faced 
and appealing.  He gives her a warm smile.

			JAKE
	How's he doing?

			SARAH
	Sleeping.
		(beat)
	Poor man...he got so cut up on the coral...and it got infected...and 
	so did the salt sores...and the jelly fish got him while he was in 
	the water...ugh!

Sarah looks a little light headed, and it's a short step into the 
protection of Jake's arms.  As he comforts her, he looks a bit puzzled but 
pleased.  Sarah's soft voice emerges from the folds of Jake's jacket.

			JAKE
	Sarah, you knew the pilots of that flight were Tigers and you didn't 
	tell me.

			SARAH
		(soft)
	Jake I can't tell you everything...after all, you're not a spy.
		(off his look)
	But you could do me a big favor.

			JAKE
	What?

Sarah pulls back slightly to look into Jake's face.

			SARAH
	Take me to one sixty thirteen east...oh fifty-three south.  Wherever 
	that is.

Jake releases Sarah like she was suddenly electrified.  He stalks around 
the room.

			JAKE
	Why do I always fall for that?

			SARAH
	Because I'm very good at it....

			JAKE
	And, I'm a sap...Goodnight.

			SARAH
	But, the plane?  Thanks to Kramer we know where to find it.

During Jake's next speech Sarah gets so frustrated she finally stomps her 
foot.

			JAKE
	No we don't...The intersection of a line of longitude and a line of 
	latitude isn't an "X marks the spot"...it's about four thousand 
	square miles.  And Kramer was guessing.  Even those fishermen, who 
	spend their lives on this ocean, don't even know where he went down, 
	and....

			SARAH
	Jake!  The Hanover radioed today that part of the cargo in that 
	plane was gunsights for the Flying Tigers...very advanced gunsights.

			JAKE
	They got 'em!

			SARAH
	You know about them?

			JAKE
	Just that General Chennault said Uncle Sam was developing a gunsight 
	that could help the Tigers.
		(off her look)
	Sarah, my buddies are so outnumbered by the Zekes in China that 
	their only chance is to hit 'em when they're not expecting it...like 
	from the clouds.

			SARAH
	How can gunsights help?

			JAKE
	Filters...and prisms that refract at different wave lengths...
		(off her look)
	If those are the gunsights Chennault told us were coming, they can 
	actually see through clouds!

			SARAH
	Jake...the message from the Hanover also said the Japanese might be 
	searching for that plane.
		(beat)
	You think they know about the gunsights?

			JAKE
	If they do and they find 'em, you can write off the Tigers and 
	without them...China.
		(beat)
	See you at first light.

Jake turns to go.  Sarah plucks his sleeve.

			SARAH
	Jake, Kramer's in your room, where are you gonna spend the night?

			JAKE
	In the Goose.
		(beat)
	Unless...you know...ah...a better place?

			SARAH
		(flustered)
	Ah...I guess not.
		(beat)
	Night.

			JAKE
		(exiting)
	Good night.

					DISSOLVE TO

EXTERIOR BORAGORA DOCK - DAY

Early morning, all quiet in Boragora.

ON THE GOOSE - A CABIN WINDOW

Jake wakes and stretches his left leg stiffly.  Jack appears beside him as 
he rubs his leg.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	I don't know if it was sleeping in the Goose or seeing a fellow 
	Flying Tiger, but the leg I'd almost lost to a Zeke over Hankow was 
	stiff as a board again.
		(beat)
	General Chennault had said it would be at least a year before my leg 
	was up to combat flying.  I guess he was right, but part of me felt 
	I was letting my buddies in China down.  That's why finding those 
	gunsights was so important...if I could do it, in a way I'd be back 
	up there with them.

			SARAH'S VOICE
		(calling ahead)
	It's five after six...Jake....

NEW ANGLE - ALONG DOCK

Jake steps stiffly out of the plane.  Sarah is leading Corky toward the 
Goose.

			SARAH
	What's wrong with your leg?

			CORKY
		(yawning)
	Oh, Jake got....

			JAKE
		(cutting him off)
	A little stiff from sleeping in the Goose.

			CORKY
	Huh?  You got that....

			JAKE
		(interrupting again)
	Did you get the coffee, Corky?

Sarah pulls a thermos out of her bag.

			SARAH
	I grabbed it for you.  Louie's finest French roast...every sip like 
	a little charge of dynamite to your nervous system.

			CORKY
	Jake....

			JAKE
	Better pre-flight the Goose for me.

			CORKY
		(puzzled)
	Sure, Jake.

Jake accepts the thermos from Sarah, unscrews the lid, and pours a cup.  
Behind him in the Goose's cargo hatch, Jack begins to growl at something 
unseen.

			JAKE
		(sipping)
	Hold your horses, Jack.  You don't always have to be first ---

Jake freezes, seeing something off screen.  The others follow his gaze.

THEIR POINT OF VIEW - KRAMER

coming towards them along the dock.  His progress is painfully slow, due 
to the stiffness of his wounds.  Gauze bandages obscure parts of his face, 
and he is wearing some of Jake's clothes.  Kramer's speech is halting, 
forced between blistered lips.

			KRAMER
	Hope you don't mind.  I borrowed some of your clothes.

			JAKE
	No.
		(extends a hand)
	Jake Cutter.

			KRAMER
	James Kramer.  I heard of you.  McGraw said you were one hell of a 
	pilot.

			JAKE
		(surprised)
	McGraw said that.

			KRAMER
		(smiles)
	Among other things.

Jake nods and turns....

			JAKE
	That's my mechanic, Corky.

Corky waves.

			JAKE
		(continuing)
	And this is a friend...Sarah Stickney White.

		KRAMER
	Ah...the beautiful angel of mercy, I remember you.

			SARAH
	You were unconscious.

			KRAMER
		(looking her over)
	I'm never that unconscious.

Sarah blushes a little.  Jake looks uncomfortable.  Jack growls.

			JAKE
	Oh, and this is Jack.

			KRAMER
	Hiya, Jack.

Jack growls again.

			JAKE
		(to Kramer)
	Ignore him.  He treats everyone like that.

Kramer shrugs and looks at the Goose.

			KRAMER
	So you went from fighters to a Goose.  Some come-down.

Jake shrugs and Sarah looks a bit put out.  Corky is pissed.  Kramer 
turns.

			KRAMER
	Where you off to?

Sarah shoots Jake a warning look, but he ignores it.

			JAKE
	To look for that Gooney Bird of yours.

			KRAMER
	That's what I figured.

			SARAH
	Why?

			KRAMER
	'Cause there's another Tiger out there somewhere and he might still 
	be alive.
		(turns to Jake)
	Right.

			JAKE
	Right.

			SARAH
	Oh.

NEW ANGLE - JAKE AND KRAMER

together beside the Goose, leaving Sarah on top of the steps.  Corky goes 
about his pre-flight chores:  checking cable ports, condensation in the 
tanks, etc.

			KRAMER
	What sorta speed does she have?

			JAKE
	Well...top end's supposed to be two hundred...two-oh-five....

			KRAMER
		(knowing chuckle)
	Supposed to be.

			JAKE
		(understanding)
	Corky's been known to squeeze a little extra out of her.

			SARAH'S VOICE
		(small)
	Jake.  Could I see you?

ANGLE PAST SARAH TO JAKE

She's still at the top of the steps.  Jake leaves Kramer with the Goose 
and comes up to her.

			SARAH
		(quietly)
	I really don't think he should come with us.  He's obviously not up 
	to it.

			KRAMER
	Look, Miss White, there's no need to whisper.  That's my buddy out 
	there and dead or alive I'm going to look for him.

			CORKY
	McGraw was your buddy?

			KRAMER
	He's a little rough around the edges but he was teaching me all he 
	knew.

			CORKY
	Like how to get your wingman shot down.

			JAKE
	Corky!

			CORKY
	I know.  I know.  Finish the pre-flight.

ANOTHER ANGLE

as Corky goes back to checking out the Goose.

			JAKE
	Look, Kramer, Sarah's right.  You're in no shape to fly.

			KRAMER
	I thought I'd leave that to you.

Jake can't help but smile.

			JAKE
	Okay.  Climb aboard.

			KRAMER
		(painful wink)
	Thanks, pal.

He hobbles toward the Goose and we isolate on Jake and Sarah; she is 
angry.

			SARAH
		(pissed)
	Jake.  This is a mission for Uncle Sam.  A secret mission!

			JAKE
	Sarah...Kramer was flying those gunsights to General Chennault.  I 
	don't think it's a secret from him.

			SARAH
	Well, I don't like it.

			JAKE
		(after a beat)
	Maybe you're right.

			SARAH
		(surprised)
	I am?

			JAKE
		(nods)
	That Gooney Bird of Kramer's could be down in the Japanese mandate.  
	And, if as you say, they're searching for it too...well, this 
	mission will be doubly dangerous.
		(turns toward Goose)
	It's probably best you stay behind.

			SARAH
		(suckered in)
	I'm glad for once you see it my...
		(catches herself)
	Think you're funny, don't you.

Jack barks twice.  Sarah quickly moves to get into the Goose.

			SARAH
	Well, I don't.

CLOSE ON JAKE

He smiles as he watches Sarah climb aboard.  Then as he lights his cheroot 
and checks the sky for weather....

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	Sarah was right.  Kramer was in no shape to go searching for his 
	plane.  But Sarah wasn't a pilot and there's no way to explain how 
	you feel when you're safe and your buddy is still out there 
	somewhere...even when that buddy is Randall McGraw.

Jake takes a last look and heads for the Goose.

					FADE OUT

			_END OF ACT ONE_


			_ACT TWO_

FADE IN

EXTERIOR SKY - DAY - THE GOOSE

cruising above open sea.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	I'd put three and four together and come up with a way to maybe 
	improve our chances from none to slim.

INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S CABIN - DAY - SARAH

seated beside Corky, Jack in her lap.

INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S COCKPIT - DAY

Jake flying, Kramer in the co-pilot's chair.  Jake steals a look back at 
Sarah and is greeted with an angry scowl.  He quickly looks back forward, 
scanning below.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
		(continuing)
	The Peleau reef fishermen who picked up Kramer usually worked the 
	shallows between their island and Aapu...about two days' canoe ride 
	from Boragora, just in range of the blue-faced boobys.  A DC-3 is 
	big enough to spot if it isn't too deep.  But, I guess I'm not the 
	only one who knows that.

ON CORKY

pointing past Sarah out the window.

			CORKY
	Hey, Jake.  Trouble.

Jack barks twice for "yes" and scoots out of Sarah's arms for his safe 
spot in the rear.

THEIR POINT OF VIEW - BELOW - JAPANESE NAVY - STOCK

A pair of destroyers is steaming below.

			JAKE'S VOICE
	I see 'em, Corky.

ON JAKE

He tips the Goose over in a bank away from the ships.

EXTERIOR THE GOOSE - DAY

It slips into a handy cloud, disappearing.

INTERIOR COCKPIT - DAY

Clouds stream by the window.

			KRAMER
	Two more destroyers...Yamagumo class.

			JAKE
	Asagumo class...Sharper rake to their bows.  That's five in the last 
	fifty miles.

			KRAMER
	I take it that's a little more attention from the Japanese Imperial 
	Navy in these waters than you're used to.

			JAKE
	More than a little.  They've been pulled up around the Philippines 
	and the Malay Peninsula for months.

			KRAMER
	You figure they brought all that iron down here just to look for my 
	little ol' plane?

			JAKE
	I don't see how.  You splashed five days ago.  It's an eight-day 
	steam from the China Sea.

ANGLE TO SARAH

She's standing between Jake and Kramer.

			SARAH
	They've got to spot us sooner or later.

			JAKE
	Probably already have.

She reacts.

			JAKE
	We're over international waters, Sarah.  Out here it's one big happy 
	family.

The engines suddenly sputter, coughing.  Jake's hands fly to the controls.  
Corky pops his head in beside Sarah, alarmed.

			CORKY
	We can't be dry, Jake.  We can't!

There is a terrible moment of silence, then the engines catch and begin to 
hum again.  They all breathe easier.

			JAKE
	Fuel tanks needed to be switched...that's all.
		(beat)
	Thought I did it....

ON JACK

still in the rear.  He barks twice for "yes."

BACK TO COCKPIT

Sarah is genuinely concerned.

			KRAMER
	It's my fault, I'm no good to you.  You're doing too much...
	Searching for a wreck, dodging destroyers and tiptoeing along the 
	border of the Japanese Marivellas.

Corky is leaning in, casting his eyes carefully over the controls.

			CORKY
	He's right, Jake.
		(to Jake)
	If I'd been up here, I would have switched tanks.

Jake gives Corky a grin.

			JAKE
	Let Kramer stay up here long enough for me to cut across Aapu and 
	make one more pass from the back side.

Corky accepts this, but is acting a bit miffed.  He goes back into the 
cabin.

			KRAMER
	You don't have to push it for me.  We can try again tomorrow.

			JAKE
	I'm not pushing it for you, Kramer.  I'm doing it for McGraw and the 
	Tigers.

Kramer nods.

INTERCUT - EXTERIOR ISLAND - DAY

as the Goose crosses inland from beach, on the deck, across a lagoon and 
heading for jungle-clad volcanic slopes.

NEW ANGLE ACROSS KRAMER TO JAKE

Kramer glances back at Sarah, who's studying the horizon through 
binoculars.

			KRAMER
	Kinda cute.  I take it she's your girl.

			JAKE
		(overly casual)
	Just a good friend.  Helps me out, now and then.
		(changing subject)
	I've been trying to recreate your track.  Figure flying a great 
	circle course from Samoa to New Britain...about two-eighty-five 
	true, huh?

			KRAMER
		(whistles)
	Dead on.

			JAKE
	So, that storm blew down from around Java right in your teeth.

			KRAMER
	Uh-huh.

			JAKE
	Louie keeps his big short wave on Boragora tuned to the distress 
	frequency during heavy weather.  This close, we should've picked up 
	your mayday.

			KRAMER
	We were sending...Boy, were we sending.

ON CORKY AND SARAH

Seated together again, Corky cranes past her, puzzled, then worried, then 
alarmed.

			CORKY
	F...four o'clock, Jake!

EXTERIOR JUNGLE - DAY - FROM ABOVE

The tail section of the Army DC-3 is barely visible under the jungle 
canopy of the island.  A swath of destruction is gouged behind it from the 
crash landing.

ON JAKE AND KRAMER

			JAKE
	Way to go, Corky!  In the middle of all this water and she goes down 
	on an island!

			KRAMER
	Not a bad looking wreck either.

ON SARAH AND CORKY

Sarah is riveted on the wreck.  Corky is strangling on his terrified 
excitement.

			CORKY
	What wreck?  I'm talking about those Zekes at one o'clock!

INTERCUT - EXTERIOR - DAY - JAPANESE ZEROS - STOCK

on two warplanes swooping in from the ocean.

			SARAH
	Oh my lord!
		(to Jake)
	You did say we were in international waters?

ON JAKE

			JAKE
	We were...when I said it.

			KRAMER
	I wouldn't sweat it, Cutter.  Your Goose isn't armed, and this isn't 
	China.  We're not at war with the Japanese.

One of the Zeros rips off a burst from its wing gun that sprays in front 
of the Goose's nose.

			CORKY
	Tell them that!

Jake hauls on the yoke and wings over in a steep turn.

EXTERIOR THE GOOSE

It turns back from the slopes and returns across the lagoon, the Zeros on 
either wing.

			JAKE
	I think they just want to show us the road.

EXTERIOR ZERO - DAY - CLOSE

The Japanese pilot gestures emphatically forward, making it clear that's 
the direction he wants the Goose to keep going, away from Aapu.

NEW ANGLE TO INCLUDE SARAH

She is now standing behind him between the seats.  Kramer points ahead.

			KRAMER
	Oh-oh!  Think they spotted the wreck and called her in?

EXTERIOR LAGOON - DAY

A Japanese patrol boat is heading towards the island.  The Goose flies out 
to sea.

INTERIOR COCKPIT - FAVOR JAKE

			JAKE
	Probably.

			SARAH
	Jake, you've got to go back.

			JAKE
	As soon as we're clear of the Japanese mandate, we can land and wait 
	till dark, then slip back into that lagoon.

			CORKY
	That patrol boat would hear our engines.

			JAKE
	Not if we glide in.

			KRAMER
	You ever glided this bird?

			JAKE
	No...but there's a first time for everything.

			KRAMER
	Be a pretty mean stunt...if you can do it.

			CORKY
	Jake can do it if anyone can, right, Jake?

Jack barks once.  Off Jake's look....

EXTERIOR ZEROS - DAY

One after the other they peel off.

			JAKE
	We're back over international waters.

INTERIOR GOOSE COCKPIT - ON ALL

as they fly further away from the island.

			JAKE
	Whatta you say?

			KRAMER
	I didn't see any sign of life around the wreck...but if you're for 
	it, I'm with you.

			SARAH
	Me too.

			CORKY
	Me three.

Jack barks once.  Jake looks at Jack.

			JAKE
		(to others)
	He never did like McGraw.

EXTERIOR GOOSE - DAY

flying away from us.

					DISSOLVE TO

EXTERIOR GOOSE - NIGHT

now returning, a tropic moon on its wing.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	We landed near the first island we found in the French mandate and 
	rested until sunset.  Then took off and climbed as high as the Goose 
	could go.  Down at sea level, it was still warm and balmy.

INTERIOR REAR COCKPIT - CLOSE ON JACK

shivering.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
		(continuing)
	But at twenty-five thousand feet we were all freezing our tails off.

FEATURE SARAH

She is freezing in the high altitude, hunched in a blanket.

			SARAH
		(chattering)
	How can I be so cold and so sleepy at the same time?
		
Corky is beside her, not much better off, but experienced.

			CORKY
	Air gets pretty thin this high up.  You get kinda dopey.

			SARAH
	How can Jake fly?

			CORKY
	He's got a bottle of oxygen.  He'll be okay.

			SARAH
	If we don't freeze solid first.

Corky shifts over to share his blanket with Sarah, kind of cuddling her.  
They snuggle.

			CORKY
	At least this is the tropics.  You get up to twenty-five thousand 
	feet over China and ---

			SARAH
	How many thousand?

			CORKY
	That's the ceiling for the Goose, see ---

			SARAH
	Hold it.  A mile is five thousand two hundred and eighty feet, so 
	we're nearly five miles up ---

Right then the familiar growl of the engines sputters and quits.  The 
silence that replaces it is eerie in the dark.

ON JACK

He lifts his head up showing himself to be completely buried under a pile 
of blankets.

			SARAH
		(continuing; hushed)
	...and falling like a brick.

INTERIOR COCKPIT - NIGHT - JAKE

lit only by the red tinge of the instruments.  A rubber tube droops from 
the corner of his mouth running to a small bottle of oxygen in his lap.  
He opens the valve on the bottle another crack and sucks on the oxygen.

INTERCUT - EXTERIOR GOOSE - NIGHT

The props come to a stop and are feathered.  Beautiful and silent in the 
moonlight, only the rush of wind accompanies the Goose's steep glide 
toward the dark island below.

Jake deftly controls the glide path, checking instruments and the tell-
tale whine of a falling aircraft gets louder.

EXTERIOR LAGOON - NIGHT - JAPANESE PATROL BOAT

sitting at anchor.

EXTERIOR LAGOON - NIGHT

The Goose slaps onto the water, skips and then settles in.

INTERCUT - INTERIOR GOOSE - FACES

Jake and the others relieved and proud.  Jake shows the thumbs-up sign and 
the others return it.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	Maybe she was a brick, but she was a brick with the grace of 
	a...Goose when she wanted to be.

					DISSOLVE TO

EXTERIOR BEACH - DAY - THE GOOSE

They've covered the plane with camouflage.  Jake, Corky, Sarah, Kramer and 
Jack are setting out into the jungle.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	By dawn, we had the Goose so covered with vegetation that patrol 
	boat couldn't have spotted us from ten feet away.

EXTERIOR JAPANESE PATROL BOAT - STOCK

moving across the lagoon only a few hundred yards away.

CLOSE ON JAKE

watching from the jungle.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	Of course, they weren't looking for us...they were looking for 
	Kramer's plane.  I just hoped we'd beat them to it.

MATCHING ANGLE - WIDER - BINOCULAR MATTE

following Jake as he leads the others into the bush.

REVERSE - ON JAPANESE SCOUT

lowering his binoculars.  He is hiding on the beach behind a stand of 
seagrape.  He speaks softly into the headset of the field radio he wears 
on his back.

			SCOUT
		(in Japanese)
	Come ashore.  They've gone island.

The scout clips the handset onto the radio and hurries stealthily after 
the party.

EXTERIOR LAGOON - PATROL BOAT - DAY - STOCK

turning toward shore.

					CUT TO

VARIOUS SHOTS - THE HIKERS

cutting and hacking through the dense brush, swatting insects, suffering 
from the heat and the clinging vines.

EXTERIOR EDGE OF SWAMP - DAY

The swamp water is covered with a low haze.  Jake wrestles through a mat 
of creepers on the bank.

			SARAH
	Have to hand it to you, Jake.  You sure know how to cut a trail.

			JAKE
	A little muck on the boots never hurt anybody.

ANGLE TO JACK

He barks twice for "yes" and backs away from the swamp.

ON JAKE

			JAKE
	So, we'll carry you.
		(to Sarah)
	Come on, it's fine.

			SARAH
	It sure doesn't smell fine.

			JAKE
	Swamp gas ---

			CORKY'S VOICE
	Jake!  Over here.

EXTERIOR ANOTHER SECTION OF SWAMP - DAY

not visible from where Jake and Sarah are standing.  Across this stretch 
of swamp, a series of bamboo rafts have been laid end to end forming a 
road over the water.  Jake and Sarah join Corky and Kramer already 
studying the road.

			KRAMER
	Who do we thank for this?

			JAKE
	Nobody...I hope.  Come on.

Jake leads the party, stepping carefully from one raft to the other.  Then 
into the thick brush on the far bank.  Jack keeps looking back.

ANGLE TO SHORE

The Japanese scout peers warily at the rafts, waits a beat, then hurries 
across.

ACROSS SCOUT TO JACK

Jack is returning alone to the foot of the raft bridge to surprise the 
scout.  Jack growls and the scout stops a few rafts short of shore.  Jack 
looks off to the water.

ON THE WATER

A disturbance under the swamp water suggests a huge creature moving 
swiftly toward the bank.  The motion causes the vapor clinging to the 
water to swirl and part.  Whatever it is, it's twenty or thirty feet long, 
massive and powerful.  The swish of what might be a tail kicks water out 
of the swamp and onto Jack and the scout.

CREATURE'S POINT OF VIEW - THE SCOUT

moving rapidly toward the Japanese scout who turns and sees his fate, eyes 
bulging with terror.

WIDE

The scout's scream is lost in a gurgle as he is violently thrown from the 
raft which heaves high off the water.  The water froths and then grows 
quiet, the Japanese scout never surfacing.

ON JACK

He backs a few steps then turns tail and charges after the others.

EXTERIOR CRASH SITE - DAY

The shattered cargo plane is surrounded by burning torches and is 
partially reconstructed with bamboo and woven grass.  Several large rocks 
form an altar.  The hikers push through a wall of greenery and stop dead 
when they see the plane.

ON SARAH

Wide-eyed, she takes a few steps into the clearing.

			SARAH
	I've never seen anything ---

			JAKE
	Careful, Sarah!

There is a sharp twang and Jake dives, tackling Sarah away as a limber 
log, studded with bamboo shivs drops where she had been standing.  The 
others also dive for cover, then warily stand as Jake fingers the strand 
of coconut fiber Sarah tripped.

			JAKE
	Careful!  The natives who went to all this trouble obviously don't 
	want us just barging in.

INTERIOR WRECK - DAY - LOOKING OUT THE HATCH

as Jake, Sarah and Corky pick their way toward it, Kramer behind.  The 
cargo space is empty, not even a crate left.  Jake signals the others to 
wait as he enters and makes for the cockpit.  Kramer is nervous, squinting 
into the gloom.  Jack puts his feet on the edge of the hatch and barks.

JAKE'S POINT OF VIEW - THE COCKPIT

A figure is seated in the pilot's chair, officer's hat still on its head.  
They all see it simultaneously.  Kramer pulls his gun as the figure, 
disturbed by Jake's progress, begins to fall out of the chair.

			SARAH
	My God!

			JAKE
	It's McGraw.

The figure slowly twists out of the chair as if to rise.

					FADE OUT

			_END OF ACT TWO_


			_ACT THREE_

FADE IN

EXTERIOR CLEARING - DAY - CARGO PLANE

looking in through the shattered cockpit windows.  The eerie figure of the 
pilot stares back at us through the hollow eyes of a human skull as Jake 
ducks over its shoulder and turns the figure to see:

CLOSER

It is a human likeness made of woven wicker/bamboo with a flier's hat 
perched on the skull.

			JAKE
		(to the others)
	It's only bamboo...most of it.

			KRAMER
	You...don't think that's McGraw?

ON JACK

He barks once for "no."

INTERIOR CARGO PLANE - DAY

Jake turns to find Kramer behind the others with his gun drawn.

			JAKE
	Jack's right, it's just a dummy.
		(sees Kramer's gun)
	What's wrong?

			KRAMER
	I heard something outside.

Jake draws his gun.

EXTERIOR PLANE - DAY

Corky and Sarah peer out from the windows while Jake, Kramer and Jack scan 
the area.  Jake holsters his revolver.  Kramer grudgingly does likewise.

			KRAMER
	Sorry, this place has got me hearing things.

			JAKE
	Just because you're hearing things doesn't mean there isn't 
	something to hear.

Corky and Sarah come out of the plane.

			SARAH
	What does that mean?

			JAKE
		(making light)
	Nothing to worry about.

Jack barks once.

			SARAH
	That's right.  People who try to turn other people into lace 
	curtains are plenty to worry about.

			JAKE
	Sarah, it's perfectly safe back at the Goose.

			CORKY
	Jake's right.

			JAKE
	You and Kramer go back, Corky and I'll camp here.

Corky doesn't like the sound of this.  Neither does Sarah.

			CORKY
	Oh.

			SARAH
	If you stay, I stay.

			JAKE
	This ground's awfully hard, Sarah, and things crawl around in the 
	jungle at night, right over your face, sometimes....

			SARAH
	Just stop it.  I'm staying and that's the end of it.

			KRAMER
	I don't see what good it'll do for anybody to stay.  McGraw's body's 
	not here.  And the natives cleaned the cargo out.

			SARAH
	I agree.  Why camp here when we have to find them?

			JAKE
	Because, it's a big island and if this is a "cargo cult" -- they'll 
	be back here before long to worship, saving us the trouble.

			KRAMER
	Cargo cult?

			JAKE
	Take a primitive tribe well off the beaten path; a shipwreck washes 
	ashore or a plane comes down and the locals think they've been 
	favored by the gods.  They've gone to all the trouble to turn this 
	Gooney Bird into a temple.  They'll be back.

Sarah takes Corky's machete and begins cutting down a broad-leafed palm 
frond to make a pallet.

			SARAH
	And, they'll find us...all of us waiting for them, to demand our 
	property back....

			JAKE
	Demand isn't exactly the right word.

			SARAH
	Cajole...badger...plead...standing here arguing semantics isn't 
	going to get camp made.

Sarah moves off purposefully hacking at fronds.  Jake and Kramer exchange 
grins.  Corky buttonholes Jake.

			CORKY
	As long as we're staying, Jake...what about the Japanese?  In case 
	Jack wants to know.

			JAKE
	They were still in the lagoon when we left.  I think we've got 
	enough of a jump on them so they can't make it this far until 
	tomorrow.

			CORKY
		(relieved)
	Good...that'll make Jack feel a lot better.

Jack barks once.

					CUT TO

EXTERIOR JUNGLE - DAY

A patrol of Japanese soldiers is moving through the bushes.  The shadows 
are getting long, making the thick jungle brush a dark, forbidding mass.  
One soldier has a field radio matching the one worn by the dead scout.  
This radio man is trying to raise the scout, speaking softly into the 
handset of his radio.

			RADIO MAN
		(in Japanese)
	Do you hear me, over?  Do you hear me?

But when the radio man releases the switch on the handset, all we hear is 
static.  He shakes his head and addresses his lieutenant.

			RADIO MAN
		(continuing; in Japanese)
	I'm sorry, sir.  I cannot contact him.

The lieutenant looks concerned, studies his compass, referring to a field 
map.  Then he looks at the fading light and shakes his head.

			LIEUTENANT
		(in Japanese)
	We cannot go on.  Make camp.
		(to radio man)
	Keep trying.

With the universal relief of soldiers everywhere, the Japanese shrug off 
their heavy packs and begin to unroll their tents, talking in low tones.

ON THE LIEUTENANT

He checks his watch, again looking inland, impatient.

			RADIO MAN
		(into radio)
	Can you hear me, over?...

					CUT TO

EXTERIOR CRASH SITE - NIGHT

The campfire has burned down.  Kramer, Sarah, and Corky are asleep around 
it, each on a makeshift pallet, covered by a coat or a small blanket.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
	It's one thing to talk about do-or-die missions in the daylight.  
	It's another at night when you're looking out into that jungle 
	beyond the reach of your firelight....

Scanning the dark jungle perimeter.

			JAKE'S VOICE OVER
		(continuing)
	...and you know you've got company.

ON CORKY

He's asleep.  His eyes flutter open as he senses off-screen movement, he 
lurches around and opens his eyes very slowly, afraid of what he might 
see.  It's Jake and Jack.

			CORKY
	Somethin' wrong?

			JAKE
	No...It'll be light soon.  It's your watch.

Corky collects his thoughts for a minute.

			CORKY
	Oh, sure, Jake.  You gonna get some shut eye?

			JAKE
	Thought I'd poke around the wreck one more time....

Sarah and Kramer have remained asleep.  Corky follows Jake and Jack away, 
a little leery of their destination.

INTERIOR CARGO PLANE - NIGHT - LOOKING OUT

Jake leads the way inside.  They carry burning brands from the fire.

			JAKE
	Maybe find something that'll give us an edge.

			CORKY
		(scared)
	An edge against what?

Jack is rooting at a spot in the cargo compartment.

Jake kneels down to a flush-fitted sliding panel.

			JAKE
		(ignores Corky's remark)
	Good boy, Jack.  Overwater flights usually carry a good supply 
	of ---

Jake flips it open revealing several rows of smoke canisters.

			JAKE
		(continuing)
	Smoke markers.

			CORKY
		(eyes lighting)
	Boy, they missed something there.  That'd be powerful medicine to 
	any natives.

			JAKE
	Yep.
		(looks around)
	Maybe there's somethin' else.

NEW ANGLE

Corky begins to nose around the eerie fuselage toward the cockpit as Jake 
inspects the smoke flares.

CORKY'S FACE

A puzzled concern creases his brow.

INSERT - RADIO DIAL

Slowly, Corky checks the dial setting.

			CORKY'S VOICE
		(hushed)
	Hey...Jake.

RESUME SCENE

			CORKY
		(continuing)
	International voice distress frequency is two-one-oh point eight-two 
	kilocycles, right?

			JAKE
		(coming forward)
	You know it is.

			CORKY
	Well, Kramer was sending a mayday on...four-fifty-six point seven 
	kilocycles.
		(looks up)
	What's that?

			JAKE
		(grim)
	The main tactical frequency for the Japanese Imperial Navy.

Jack growls.  Jake and Corky turn and Corky yells in surprise.

THEIR POINT OF VIEW THROUGH THE COCKPIT WINDOW

Looking in at them, squatting, crouching like motionless statues in the 
thinning shadows are several dozen alter guardians led by a grizzled 
shaman.  They wear body paint and loin cloths, raised tattoos, and tooth 
and tusk modifications of noses and ears.  Some carry primitive bows and 
arrows, others thin-shanked spears.  Some have torches.

EXTERIOR WRECK - NIGHT

Jake and Corky step quietly from the wreck.  The natives are silent and 
wary.  Jack gives them a wide berth.

ANGLE TO CAMPFIRE

Kramer is gone.  Jake nudges Sarah.  She comes awake and he stifles a 
scream.

			JAKE
	Just move slow and easy, Sarah.

			SARAH
	I won't move...at all.

			JAKE
	Where's Kramer?

			SARAH
	I...I don't know.  He was asleep.

			CORKY
	Sarah...he's in cahoots with the Japanese.

			SARAH
		(triumphant to Jake)
	I told you!

			JAKE
		(eyeing natives)
	You told me he was too ill to come along.  But let's not argue about 
	that now, we've got bigger problems.

ANGLE ON SHAMAN AND AIDES

Their heads are inside thin-stripped bamboo "birdcage" masks so abstracted 
and stylized that only slowly has it dawned on us that the ribbed slivers 
of bamboo are assembled as faithful copies of the inner superstructure 
from the downed plane.

NEW ANGLE - MORE PRIMITIVES

There is a surreal overlay of adornment, western skivvies, pilot's leather 
cap, a camera, flight jackets here and there and aviator glasses.  A 
couple of men puff on Lucky Strikes like inexperienced children.  They 
cough uncontrollably.  Jake stands and strides slowly to the shaman.  He 
illustrates what he says with over elaborate arm gestures.

			JAKE
		(continuing)
	I'm Jake Cutter...I fly.
		(flaps arms)
	You know, fly, fly, like in this _airplane_....

			SARAH
	Oh brother, to think my life depends on this.

But the natives are enchanted, breaking into broad smiles and rocking and 
bobbing rhythmically.

			JAKE
	You can thank me later.

The shaman raises his spear and all smiles and movement cease.  He 
scrutinizes Jake for an excruciatingly long beat, then reaches into a deep 
pouch.  Jack's worry rumbles in his throat.

INSERT - SHAMAN'S HAND

reappearing with a pack of gum.

BACK WIDE

He offers Jake a stick, which Jake takes with relief.

			JAKE
	Good, very good.

He ritually unwraps the gum, aware that some of the warriors are 
unwrapping their own gum in an exact copy of his movements.

			JAKE
		(to the others)
	If you don't like spearmint, keep it to yourself.

			SARAH
	My favorite.

Corky and Sarah take their gifts of gum.  Everyone chews enthusiastically 
for several beats.  Jake nudges Sarah, under his breath.

			JAKE
		(to her)
	Take a look at what's on those totem poles.

ANGLE - A CLUSTER OF PORTABLE TOTEM POLES

bedecked with feathers and bones, now freshly stuck in the soft earth.  
Hanging from each are a pair of gunsights amidst feathers and beads.  The 
gunsights are about six inches across, like elaborate lenses with cross 
hairs and optics which occasionally glint in the torchlight.

WIDER

			SARAH
	Gunsights?

			JAKE
	The new ones...the prototypes.

			CORKY
	We'll never get them away from this outfit.

			JAKE
		(special meaning)
	If we don't, the Japanese will.  And, they won't waste time standing 
	around chewing gum, either.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Jake smilingly gestures the shaman over to one of the poles and casually 
reaches up to bring down one of the gunsights.

ANGLE - TOP OF THE POLE

Instantly Jake's hand is outlined by several bird-tipped, half-size arrows 
far more deadly than their toy-like size indicates.

			JAKE
		(to Sarah)
	So much for the demanding.

			SARAH
	Maybe if you explained the vital strategic importance...
		(off Jake's look)
	No...I guess they wouldn't understand that.

BACK WIDER

Jack pulls back his hand and smiles to the shaman.

			JAKE
		(continuing)
	I'm willing to trade...trade?  I give you...you give me...happy, 
	happy.

He gestures extravagantly.  The shaman understands and nods.

			SARAH
	We don't have anything to trade.

Jake snaps his fingers.

			JAKE
	Your watch.

			SARAH
	This is my fourth year Glee Club watch.

			JAKE
	Sarah....

Jake takes the watch and holds it up to the shaman's ear.  The ticking is 
an instant hit.  The shaman takes the watch and holds it to the ears of 
his aides.

			CORKY
	Here, Jake.  Give him this.

It's a tiny, flip-page story book.  He gestures the islanders to look 
closely as he flips the pages and their eyes widen at the "motion picture" 
effect.  They emulate what they've seen.

			SARAH
	What is that?

			CORKY
	It's this dancer from Singapore....

			JAKE
	You don't want to know....

Jake fishes around and comes up with a chocolate bar.

			JAKE
	American chocolate.  Mmm...good.

			CORKY
	Jake!  American chocolate?

			JAKE
	Sorry, Corky.  I was saving it for you.

ON THE SHAMAN

as he tastes the chocolate.

			JAKE
	Now, you give me _these_.

Jake has again reached for the gunsights.  He edges closer with them at 
his fingertips when another volley of needle arrows blocks off his reach.

WIDER

Jake turns and shrugs to the goods he's just traded.  "What gives?"  The 
shaman steps forward and drapes one string of beads around Jake's neck.  
The shaman is pleased with his business acumen, Jake not so much.

			JAKE
	Oh, thank you.

			SARAH
	I hear the bead market is bullish these days.

An approaching drum beat in the background alerts them.

ANGLE TO TRAIL

A chanting, ceremonial procession led by more warriors, followed by 
incense bearers and then a shoulder-borne litter with a bamboo woven 
throne.  The thick incense obscures the slumped figure in the throne, 
torchlight flickering on him.

ANGLE - CHAIR GOD

The incense cloys and swirls.  Then the smoke clears before a slumped 
Randall McGraw, tattered khakis and a pilot's oxygen mask dangling loosely 
from his ashen face.

					FADE OUT

			_END OF ACT THREE_


			_ACT FOUR_

FADE IN

EXTERIOR SUNRISE - DAY - STOCK

Dawn breaks over the island.

EXTERIOR CARGO PLANE AREA - DAY - LONG - BINOCULAR MATTE

Jake, Sarah and Corky are hovering over McGraw who has been set down.  The 
cargo cultists are acting protective and deferential toward McGraw.

EXTERIOR CLEARING - DAY

A patrol of Japanese soldiers is gathered around the base of a tree.  
Their lieutenant is up on a branch with the binoculars.  He drops to the 
ground gesturing his men onward.

			LIEUTENANT
		Mo ii.

The men follow him into the bush.

EXTERIOR CARGO PLANE AREA - DAY - THE THRONE LITTER

Jake removes McGraw's oxygen mask.  The tribesmen crowd around them, high 
and low, like a human amphitheater.

			JAKE
	McGraw?
		(to others)
	They've turned him into a god.

McGraw is half delirious, sweaty.

			MC GRAW
	Who are...you?
		(focuses)
	Jake Cutter!  That really you?

			JAKE
	In the flesh.

			MC GRAW
		(shakes his head)
	Thought Chennault sent you stateside to recoup.

			JAKE
	I only got as far as the Marivellas.

			MC GRAW
		(sees Jack)
	Jack.  Hell, he lost your eye again.

Jack barks twice.

			MC GRAW
	And Corky?  Where's Corky?

Corky moves into his sight.

			CORKY
		(doesn't like him)
	Hi, McGraw.

			MC GRAW
	Still sucking a bottle or has Jake got you weaned?

			SARAH
		(steps in)
	That's not very nice.

McGraw looks her over, then to Jake.

			MC GRAW
	Now I know why you only got this far.

			JAKE
		(shakes his head)
	McGraw...Kramer's with us.

			MC GRAW
	I'll be damned.  He got picked up and came back for me.  Didn't 
	think that wet-behind-the-ears kid had it in him.

			JAKE
	He didn't.
		(beat)
	We found your radio set for a Japanese tact freq.  He sent your SOS 
	to them.

			MC GRAW
	What!

			JAKE
	He was probably going to shoot you and drop your plane into the 
	shallows.  That's why the Japanese Imperial Navy is crawling all 
	over the place.  They were waiting for you.

McGraw tries to get up but is too weak.

			MC GRAW
	Why that dirty son of a....

			CORKY
	Blue-faced booby?

			JAKE
		(holding him down)
	Take it easy, you're in no shape to get into a donnybrook with 
	anyone.

			SARAH
	Besides...Kramer's gone.  Took off last night.

			CORKY
	Jake...you don't think he's trying to hook up with the Japanese!

			MC GRAW
		(looking at Corky)
	Still slow on the uptake, ain't he.

			JAKE
		(pissed)
	Look, McGraw!

			MC GRAW
		(innocent)
	Yeah?

			JAKE
		(recovering his composure)
	Sarah...Corky.  See if you can edge back into the wreck.  We could 
	use some big medicine.

			SARAH
	What?

			CORKY
	Hey...I know what you mean, Jake.  Come on Jack...Sarah.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Sarah is confused, but she follows Corky and Jack's lead back to the 
wreck.  The natives watch, but don't stop them.  We move in on Jake and 
McGraw checks his wounds.

			JAKE
	Why didn't you jump?

			MC GRAW
	Not my style.  You oughta know that.

			JAKE
	Yeah.

			MC GRAW
		(bit of boast)
	You should have seen me, Cutter.  I was buckin' sixty-knot winds and 
	only had one engine, but I put that bird in here like a chorus girl 
	slippin' her leg into a silk stocking.
		(looks up)
	Saved those gunsights for Chennault.

			JAKE
		(touch of admiration)
	Gotta give you credit, McGraw...you did that.

			MC GRAW
	Damn right.  Now how we gonna get 'em back?

			JAKE
	You're the god.

			MC GRAW
	They won't let me outta this throne.

			JAKE
	Maybe I oughta leave you there.

			MC GRAW
		(laughs)
	Naw...You may not like me, but you'd never leave a fellow Tiger 
	here.

Sarah and Corky return with armloads of smoke markers.  Even Jack has one 
in his mouth.

			SARAH
	Jake.  These might work to get us out of here, but...
		(looks at McGraw)
	He'll never make it.

			MC GRAW
		(smiles)
	You just set those babies off and watch, honey.

Jake can't help but smile.  He turns to the shaman.

			JAKE
		(holding out canister)
	This big magic.  From fire god...Pele.

The shaman looks at the canister curiously.

			CORKY
	I don't think he knows who Pele is, Jake.

			JAKE
	Then let's show him.

Jake pulls the pin, setting off the canister, tossing it at his feet.  The 
natives fall back in awe, only the shaman holds his ground.  Jake holds 
out another canister.

			MC GRAW
	Hand it to him, Cutter.  He can't chicken out...the others won't 
	respect him.

Jake extends the unignited canister and the shaman slowly takes it.  He 
pulls the igniter and holds it a second until it burns his hand, then 
tosses it and dances around it, laughing and chattering.  Corky and Sarah 
set off others.  The smoke canisters fascinate the natives.  They twirl 
and wave in the plumes as smoky chaos envelops all; it's hard to see many 
figures through the dense haze.  It grows unexpectedly into an opaque fog 
and the natives get crazed.

EXTERIOR JUNGLE TRAIL - DAY

Sarah, then Corky and Jake helping McGraw emerge from the smoke and make 
their way along the trail.

			JAKE
	Get going!  I'll catch up with you!!

He's doubled back into the smoke.

			SARAH
	Jake!

			CORKY
	Come on, Sarah!!

Sarah rushes to help Corky with McGraw and the three continue ahead into 
the bush.

EXTERIOR CARGO PLANE AREA - IN SMOKE

Dark shapes hurtle and dance in and out of sight, groping at him.

ANGLE - GUNSIGHT ON TOTEM POLE

Jake's machete slices the thong around the sights.

ANGLE - ANOTHER TOTEM, ANOTHER TWO GUNSIGHTS

EXTERIOR JUNGLE TRAIL - DAY

Corky, Sarah and McGraw are hustling along as best they can.  Jake catches 
up with them.  They all catch their breath.  Jake holds out one of the 
shoulder pouches -- full of gunsights.

			JAKE
	I got 'em!

			SARAH
	Jake, you're terrific.

			MC GRAW
	Oh, brother!

EXTERIOR SWAMP - DAY

Jake and Corky lead with McGraw between them, and Sarah brings up the rear 
as they cross the "road" of rafts across the swamp.  A gun shot rings out, 
kicking up splinters in front of them.

THEIR POINT OF VIEW - KRAMER

rising out of the bush on the far shore, taking careful aim to shoot 
again.

ON GROUP

Sarah turns to run back toward the other shore, but Jake hauls her onto 
the rafts.

			JAKE
	Get down!

They all dive onto their faces as the second shot narrowly misses.  Jake 
draws and fires his revolver making Kramer duck for cover.

			JAKE
	Take cover behind the rafts.

Jake is about to slide over the side when McGraw pulls him back.

			MC GRAW
	No!  Hold it, Cutter!

THEIR POINT OF VIEW - THE WATER

Next to their raft the water splits across the thick, powerful back of the 
swamp's denizen as it slices past, larger than the raft itself, rolling 
sinuously.  The raft heaves as the creature dives underneath.  Its tail 
smacks a solid wall of spray across Jake and the others.

BACK ON RAFT

Sarah screams.  Jake reflexively curls her into his arms for protection.  
The rocking stops.  The water again still and sinister.

			SARAH
	My God!  What was that?

			CORKY
	I don't know...but I hope I never find out.

ON KRAMER

He is holding two vines which lead out into the swamp.  He drapes them 
across his shoulder and begins to haul.

ON THE GROUP

Kramer has rigged the vines to the rafts, one in front of, one behind 
Jake's party.  They can't jump in time to catch the rafts.  Jake looks 
around, frantic.

			JAKE
	Corky!  Where's Jack?

			CORKY
	He was right behind us...he was...
		(pointing)
	Right there!

ANGLE TO JACK

running full tilt with a smoke canister in his mouth.  He bounds, as only 
a dog could do, from the last raft in the "road" to one that Kramer has 
moved out of place, to the one on which the others stand.  A massive surge 
beside Jack sends the last raft he hit flying like toothpicks.

			JAKE
	Good boy....

Jack drops the canister in Jake's hand and barks twice in happy agreement.

ON KRAMER

He has tied the vines to a branch and is returning to the bank, pistol in 
hand, to finish his work.

KRAMER'S POINT OF VIEW - THE SWAMP

Jake has ignited the smoke marker and the smoke is quickly blocking 
Kramer's view.  He can't find a target and fires blindly.

ON GROUP

inside their protective shroud of smoke.  Jake strips off his jacket, then 
takes McGraw's and ties the two together.  Then gives Sarah a sleeve.

			JAKE
	Take this, Sarah.  Don't let go.  Corky, you make sure you bring the 
	gunsights.

			MC GRAW
	Where are you going?

			JAKE
	You know...hot day, cool inviting jungle pool....

ON SARAH

coughing from the smoke.  Wincing as another splash covers them, then 
dropping to her knees for balance as the raft rocks crazily.

Jake has taken a gunsight out of the sack and is fiddling with the focus 
controls as he peers around the otherwise opaque cloud of smoke.

JAKE'S POINT OF VIEW THROUGH THE GUNSIGHT

The special optics of the sight create an eerie effect.  Past the cross-
hatchings and alignment numbers the sight allows Jake to pierce the smoke 
long enough to spot the nearest raft.

			JAKE'S VOICE
	There we are...the Tigers are gonna love these.

ON KRAMER

also unable to see into the smoke.  He hears a noise behind him and turns.  
A Japanese soldier appears in the brush, then ducks out of sight.

ON JAKE

He eases off the raft, holding one sleeve of the jacket, Sarah has the 
other.  He strokes through the smoke-covered water for the invisible raft.

CLOSE ON SARAH AND MC GRAW

as they watch Jake disappear in the heavy smoke, but she has the sleeve.

			SARAH
	What about that...that thing.

			MC GRAW
	Shoot...it's probably more afraid of us than we are of it.

At that moment we hear thrashing in the water where Jake disappeared.

			SARAH
	Jake!

She only draws gunfire from Kramer and they duck.

CLOSEUP - JAKE'S FINGERS

feeling above the surface, grasping the bamboo side of the raft he's 
after.  He pops up.

			JAKE
	Sarah!  Pull!

In the middle between the two rafts, Jake takes the strain in his arms as 
Sarah pulls on the jacket.  Slowly the two rafts close the distance until 
Jake can roll onto one of them just as the water is cleaved where he had 
been a moment before.  Corky helps McGraw change rafts, also carefully 
carrying the sack of gunsights.  Jake picks up the vine Kramer used to 
pull the raft aside and begins to haul on it, moving the raft toward the 
shore.

ON KRAMER

He's looking anxiously into the bush, spotting a fleeting Japanese soldier 
here and there.  One of the Japanese soldiers fires his rifle.  Kramer 
ducks for cover.

			KRAMER
	Don't shoot!

In response, the Japanese open up in earnest, a withering volley of fire 
that peppers the foliage around Kramer.

			KRAMER
		(continuing)
	Cease fire, you idiots.  I'm with you!

But the firing continues, forcing Kramer to duck into the bush along the 
bank of the swamp.

ON JAPANESE SOLDIERS

The lieutenant waves his men after Kramer.

EXTERIOR SWAMP - DAY - ANOTHER SPOT - ON KRAMER

Running, ducking as rifle fire spits through the leaves around him.  He 
finds himself backing into the swamp water, nowhere to hide.  A bullet 
catches him in the thigh, spinning him backwards, over the bank and into 
the water.

CREATURE'S POINT OF VIEW

Cruising toward the unsuspecting man who only gets a moment to realize his 
fate before:

BACK WIDE

The water splits with a boiling fury and despite his anguished thrashing, 
Kramer is swallowed up.  In seconds the placid surface of the water is 
again unmarked.  The Japanese gather around the shore, ad libbing wonder 
and awe in Japanese.  One of them points back.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Jake and the others emerge out of the smoke like wraiths, pulling next to 
the bank, a distance away from where Kramer went in.  Using the remaining 
smoke as cover, they plunge into the bush just as the Japanese spot them.  
The chase is on.

EXTERIOR BEACH - DAY

The Goose is where they left it.  Jake and the others hit the water 
thrashing and wading out.

CLOSE ON GOOSE

Jake punches through the palm fronds covering the hatch and half helps and 
half throws Sarah holding Jack inside.  Corky follows.

INTERIOR GOOSE - DAY

Together Corky and McGraw get in.

			JAKE
	Warm her up.  I'll cut us loose.

EXTERIOR LAGOON  - DAY

Jake hauls the camouflage off the Goose, splashing toward the bow where 
lines secure it to palms.

ON ENGINE

It cranks to life, black smoke pouring out.  The other turns over right 
behind it.

ON JAKE

He shoves at the bow, backing the Goose into the water.  Jake signals 
Corky to put the juice to the seaplane.

			JAKE
	Get her out of here, Corky!

The Goose begins to move.

EXTERIOR BEACH - ON JAPANESE

as they emerge and open fire.

NEW ANGLE

Jake slogs after the plane, trying for a grip on the sill of the hatch as 
the Goose gains momentum.  Sarah leans way out, offering a hand.  Bullets 
hit beside the hatch.

ON THE BEACH

Japanese soldiers are rushing onto the beach, firing.

INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S CABIN - DAY

Jake flings himself aboard.

			SARAH
	Oh, Jake!

She kisses him, but before he can respond:

			CORKY'S VOICE
		(panicking)
	J...Jake!

ANGLE - FROM COCKPIT TO CABIN

Jake struggles against acceleration and careening of the Goose over the 
waves and slings himself into the cockpit.

			JAKE
	Okay, Corky, I'll....

We widen to see McGraw at the controls; he's close to passing out, but 
determined to get the Goose in the air.

			MC GRAW
		(weakly)
	Ease off, kid.  I can do it.

On that, he passes out.  Jake changes places with Corky and takes the 
controls.

			JAKE
	I got her.

CLOSE ON JAKE

His eyes widen in surprise.

HIS POINT OF VIEW - AHEAD

The Japanese patrol boat is cutting across their path.  Its deck gun 
firing.

EXTERIOR LAGOON - DAY - THE GOOSE

Shells burst in the water around the plane as Jake urges it into the air.  
The Goose breaks free, rising, and Jake immediately wings over to escape 
the patrol boat's fire.

INTERIOR COCKPIT - DAY

as Jake trims up, looking below, pulling out of his bank.  McGraw comes 
to.

			MC GRAW
		(grabbing for controls)
	I...got her.

Jake looks at him and lets go of the controls.

EXTERIOR THE GOOSE

It suddenly dives toward the deck.

INTERIOR COCKPIT

McGraw tries to pull up, but he can't...he's too weak.  Jake just watches 
him.  Corky and Sarah are speechless.

			JAKE
	For once in your life, McGraw, admit you can't do something!

			MC GRAW
		(straining)
	I...I could use a little help.

Jack barks twice.  Jake grabs the controls and pulls the Goose back up.  
Sarah and Corky let out a sigh of relief.

EXTERIOR ON THE GOOSE

as it pulls out of the dive and flies into the distance.

					FADE OUT

			_END OF ACT FOUR_


			_TAG_

FADE IN

INTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY

McGraw, in bandages, Sarah and Jake are sitting at a table having 
something to eat.

			MC GRAW
		(wolfing it down)
	God, I haven't been this hungry since I got those three Zekes over 
	Hankow in one morning.

			JAKE
		(slowly)
	Three Zekes and one Tiger.

			SARAH
	What do you mean?

			JAKE
	I was his wingman that day....

			SARAH
	And....

			MC GRAW
		(still eating)
	He got shot down.

			JAKE
	Trying to pull a Zeke off your tail while you insisted on going 
	after your third kill.

			MC GRAW
		(shrugs)
	Didn't ask you to do that.

			JAKE
	I was your wingman!  It was my job.

			MC GRAW
	Then what's your beef?

Jake looks at him in disbelief.

			MC GRAW
		(wiping his mouth)
	Tell you what, Cutter.  When I get back to China, I'll make it up to 
	you.  I'm gonna tell Chennault how you lent a hand in getting those 
	gunsights back.  Yes, sir.  You got my word on that.

Jake just stares at him in disbelief.  McGraw smiles and turns to Gushie.

			MC GRAW
		(shouts)
	Let's have another round of beers over here.

CLOSE ON SARAH AND JAKE

as Sarah leans into him.

			SARAH
	Why don't you slug him?

			JAKE
	Sarah...it wouldn't do any good.

There's a commotion at the door.

ANGLE ON DOOR

as Doc Doyle enters and crosses to the bar, Willie and Louie enter with 
Corky suspended between them.  His jaws are swollen like the mumps.  They 
help him to Jake's table.

ANGLE AT THE TABLE - CLOSE ON CORKY

still cradling his jaw.  Jack has followed Corky in.

			WILLIE
	Well, it was a trial, but I must say, Corky endured the kind 
	attentions of Herr Doyle with the patience of Job.

			LOUIE
	Except for punching him in the stomach, but I'm sure that was an 
	accident.

Jack barks once.

Gushie rolls up with a new round of beers.  Corky reflexively reaches for 
one, then catches himself.  He looks at Jake, mumbling plaintively.

			GUSHIE
	I think that means "Please, Jake...just one."

Corky nods emphatically, then grabs his jaw.

WIDER

			JAKE
	Anybody who can sit in the Doc's chair for three hours deserves one 
	cold beer.

Corky snatches up the beer.  He's about to take a deep drink when Doyle 
holds up a hand.

			DOYLE
	I believe I told you, son...Nothin' cold for at least a week.

They all ad lib, "Too bad, Corky," etc.  Corky gives Doyle a murderous 
glare, looks around and then sets his beer in a hot shaft of light coming 
through the window.  He sits next to it, crossing his arms.

			CORKY
		(with difficulty)
	Nothing wrong with warm.

					FREEZE FRAME

					FADE OUT

			_THE END_



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