PEARL HARBOR

Rafe sticks his hand out to Danny.  Danny knocks it away, and
hugs him.

Rafe steps onto the train, and it pulls away.  Rafe waves.
Danny waves back and smiles, but he whispers like a prayer...

                     DANNY
          Give 'em hell, Rafe.

INT.  TRAIN - DAWN

Rafe finds a seat and sits down.  He's the only one in the
car, and he's deeply alone.

EXT.  TRAIN STATION - DAWN

Danny walks to one of the three revolving doors back into the
station.  He takes the one on the far right.  As he passes
through it, he doesn't see Evelyn rushing through the door on
the left side.  She's told herself she wouldn't come, but
couldn't help it, and now as she sees the last car of the
train disappearing around the corner the pain of it all hits
her.

She stands on the empty platform, as lonely as Rafe.

MONTAGE - THE JOURNEYS

Rafe and Evelyn travel in opposite directions, toward
opposite ends of the earth...

EXT.  A GRAY, COLD, CANADIAN SEAPORT - DAY

as Rafe boards a Canadian naval vessel headed into the North
Atlantic.

EXT.  TRAIN - TRAVELING THROUGH THE AMERICAN WEST - DAY

Evelyn and her fellow nurses ride the train through the
American southwest.  The scenery outside the window is
beautiful, but her thoughts are far away...

EXT.  NORTH ATLANTIC - DAY

Rafe's ship is in a convoy through the rough gray waters.
The deck is loaded with military supplies bound for Britain.
Rafe stands among the drab crates and seems oblivious to the
rain, his thoughts on Evelyn.

He looks toward the eastern horizon, where his ship is
heading.  A deep, dark storm is brewing before them...

EXT.  PACIFIC - DAY

Evelyn stands on the deck of a ship headed in the opposite
direction, on another ocean, the sky is clear, the breeze is
warm, the light of a glowing sunset bathes her face.  The
MONTAGE ENDS, with them heading to different ends of the
earth.

EXT.  BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - DUSK

In the eternal dusk of England, everything is cold and gray.
British fighter planes -- Spitfires and Hurricanes -- are
surrounded by mechanics hurriedly ripping off bullet riddled
fuselage panels and digging into overworked aircraft engines.
Rafe walks across the tarmac, still carrying his duffel bag.
He moves up behind a slim, pale BRITISH AIR COMMANDER who is
surveying engine damage on one of the Spitfires.

                     RAFE
          Rafe McCawley, Sir.

Rafe salutes as the Air Commander turns and then returns the
salute, with his left arm -- his right arm is gone.  Rafe
freezes at the sight, reminded of Danny's father.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          On loan from Colonel Doolittle, is it?

                     RAFE
          That's me, Sir.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          Good on you, then, Rafe McCawley.  We'll
          get you situated in some quarters, and
          then introduce you to the equipment
          you'll be flying.

                     RAFE
          If you're patching up bullet holes right
          here on the runway, maybe we should skip
          the housekeeping and get right to the
          planes.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          Are all the Yanks as anxious as you are
          to get yourself killed, Lieutenant?

                     RAFE
          Not anxious to die, Sir, anxious to
          matter.

EXT.  BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - DAY

A Spitfire sits on the runway, and it's badly mangled -- a
string of bullet holes punched through at mid-fuselage; a
shot-off chunk of wingtip; but most striking is the blood
still splattered over the inside of the cockpit.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          Good lad.  Didn't die till he'd landed
          and shut down his engine.  Welcome to the
          war.

He walks away, leaving Rafe to stare at the bloody cockpit.

EXT.  PEARL HARBOR - MILITARY BASE - DAY

Evelyn and the nurses enter the base, riding in two jeeps.
As they stop at the gate, the guards look at them, especially
Evelyn in the lead jeep; one guard mumbles to the other --

                     GUARD
          I've died and gone to heaven.

The guards lift the bar and smile at the nurses.  The jeeps
drive through.  The nurses are loving this island paradise
already.

                     BARBARA
          You know the ratio of men to women on
          this island?  Four-thousand...to one.

Barbara slides on a new pair of sunglasses with plastic palm
trees glued on the sides, and calls back to the guards as the
jeeps pull away --

                     BARBARA
          See ya on the beach, boys!

EXT.  MILITARY BASE - NURSES' QUARTERS - OAHU - DAY

As the other nurses happily unpack, Evelyn leaves and crosses
the grass in the drenching sunshine.  We follow her into --

INT.  BASE HOSPITAL - DAY

She finds a small, immaculately clean hospital, twenty beds
with luminous white sheets, all empty.

Then she notices the view.  It's of Pearl Harbor, with the
entire American Pacific fleet riding at anchor.  Battleships
all in a row.  Aircraft carriers too, in perfect stillness on
the aqua blue water with a white sand bottom.  The view is
expansive and beautiful.

The sound of an approaching fighter plane with wing guns
firing as we --

                                                      CUT TO:

EXT.  THE DARK SKIES OVER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL - DAY

Rafe, in the middle of an aerial dogfight, throws his
Spitfire into a tight turn, swinging around to fire again
into a squadron of Messerschmidts; they outnumber the British
planes, and they're tougher and faster.  Rafe darts through
their line, machine guns blazing.

One of the Spitfires in Rafe's squadron has taken hits in the
engine compartment and is sputtering, losing power, its
pilot, NIGEL, frantic as the German planes swarm into finish
him.

                     BRITISH PILOT (NIGEL)
          I need help!  Someone get them off me!

Rafe slams his control stick hard right and goes into a power
dive at one of the Messerschmidts.  Rafe's bullets chew up
its cockpit and the plane goes into a fast corkscrew spiral,
down into the water.

Rafe instantly climbs again.  Nigel, in the moment of safety
Rafe has bought him, bails out, his chute blossoming and
carrying him toward the water.  The OTHER BRITISH PILOTS are
impressed.

                     OTHER BRITISH PILOT
               (into radio)
          Nigel's out!  I'll call in the position!
               (to himself)
          That Yank is bloody good.

Rafe swings his plane right back at the Germans; he attacks
them head on, just like he went at Danny, only this time he's
firing his machine guns.

And OVER THIS ferocious dogfight, we hear his letter to
Evelyn...

                     RAFE'S VOICE (LETTER)
          Dear Evelyn... It is cold here.  So cold,
          in a way that goes deep into your bones.

The Messerschmidt in Rafe's sights breaks apart with the
stream of precise fire he pours into it, its prop flying into
pieces, its disintegration accelerated by its airspeed.
Before it completely comes apart, it explodes.

Rafe goes into another tight turn, to get at them again.

                     RAFE'S VOICE (LETTER)
          It's not easy making friends.  Two nights
          ago I drank a beer with a couple of the
          R.A.F. pilots -- beer's the only thing
          here that isn't cold -- and yesterday both
          of them got killed...

As Rafe starts another attack we see him in the cockpit, in
the trance of battle, as other Spitfires around him are
getting shot out of the sky...as we --

                                                 DISSOLVE TO:

EXT.  HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - DAY

Evelyn, receiving the letter at mail call.

She sits on the grass under a palm tree, in paradise, reading
his letter.

                     RAFE'S VOICE (LETTER)
          There is one place I can go to find
          warmth, and that is to think of you.

EXT.  OUTDOOR RESTAURANT - OAHU - DAY

Evelyn is off duty, and wears a light cotton dress.  She's
let her hair down, and her skin has the sheen of light sweat
in the tropical heat.

The restaurant is barely more than a shelter of palm wood
posts with a frond roof, and it looks out over the harbor.
Evelyn sits alone.  She's brought writing paper.  As the
Hawaiian waiter serves her an icy tropical ambrosia with
chunks of pineapple and a fresh plumeria flower floating at
the rim of the glass, she lifts her pen.

But before she can start to write, three naval officers move
over to her table from the bar.  They're out of uniform too,
wearing garish tropical shirts.

                     NAVY GUY 1
          A woman beautiful as you shouldn't be
          sitting alone.  Buy you a drink?

                     EVELYN
          Thank you...Ensign.

The guys look at each other, impressed that she could tell.

                     NAVY GUY 1
          Ensign!  Smart too!

                     NAVY GUY 2
          So how about that drink?  Or dinner?

                     EVELYN
          Thank you, but...I really want to be
          alone right now.

                     NAVY GUY 3
          Want to see something long and hard?

He shows her the tattoo of an anchor on his forearm.  Evelyn
looks away from them, toward the harbor.

                     EVELYN
          I'm sorry.  I've got a letter to write.

                     NAVY GUY 3
          Cold bitch.

His friends start to pull him away, but Evelyn's eyes flare.

                     EVELYN
          What did you say?

                     NAVY GUY 3
          I said you're cold.

                     EVELYN
          Cold?  No, I'm just thinking about a war.
          And maybe you should be too.

They leave, shaking their heads.  Evelyn picks up her pen,
and writes.

                     EVELYN'S VOICE (LETTER)
          Dear Rafe... It's strange to be so far
          from you in body, and so close to you in
          spirit.  But if our spirits really give
          our bodies life, then you should know
          this:  Every night I look at the sunset,
          and try to draw the last ounce of heat
          from its long day...

She looks toward the sunset now; then she writes again...

EXT.  BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - NIGHT

Rafe brings his battered plane in for a landing...

INT.  BRITISH AIRFIELD BARRACKS - NIGHT

Rafe sits on his cot, reading her letter.

                     EVELYN'S VOICE (LETTER)
          ...and send it from my heart to yours.

Rafe is startled as the Air Commander appears beside his
bunk.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          Air-Sea Rescue picked up Nigel.  He'll be
          back with us tomorrow.

Rafe nods, glad to hear the news.  The Commander starts to
walk away, then turns back.

                     BRITISH AIR COMMANDER
          Some of us look down on the Yanks for not
          yet joining this war.  I'd just like to
          say that if there are many more back home
          like you, God help anyone who goes to war
          with America.

The Commander salutes, with his left hand.  And Rafe salutes
too -- with his left hand.

EXT.  ESTABLISHING THE WHITE HOUSE - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY

The White House looks somehow whiter and purer in the glow of
1941.

INT.  PRESIDENTIAL CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

GENERALS, ADMIRALS, and other advisors sit around the
polished table -- all males, in suits and in uniforms.  The
door opens, and the men all stand.

PRESIDENT FRANKLIN ROOSEVELT appears, in a wheelchair, pushed
by a huge black valet, GEORGE.  The President's legs are
shriveled, braced with the iron supports that attach to his
shoes and are apparent beneath the cloth of his pin-striped
pants.  From the waist up Roosevelt is heavily muscled,
powerful, and handsome even in his little spectacles.  The
valet rolls him to the head of the table; he's speaking even
before he settles in.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          Please be seated, gentlemen.

They sit, as one.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          Churchill and Stalin are asking me what
          I'm asking you:  How long is America
          going to pretend the world is not at war?

                     GENERAL MARSHALL
          We've increased supply shipments to them,
          Mr. President, and we're losing merchant
          vessels every day.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          Shift in every destroyer and anti-
          aircraft weapon you can find.

                     ADMIRAL
          Sir, our Pacific Fleet is already down
          to almost nothing.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          Gentlemen, at this moment the nation of
          Hungry has a larger military then the
          United States.  We have no choice but to
          draw from whatever we can.

EXT.  ESTABLISHING TOKYO - JAPAN - NIGHT

INT.  JAPANESE HIGH COMMAND - NIGHT

The Conference Room is similar to that of the White House.
But this table is low and all the men sit on the floor.  And
there are no civilians here; Japan is now a nation ruled by
its warriors.

The last man to enter the room and take his place is ADMIRAL
YAMAMOTO.  Harvard educated, Yamamoto is an object of
veneration and suspicion among the men of the war council.
Yamamoto bows, sits, and looks across the table at his friend
Genda, who can't hide his fear.  Yamamoto glances to the far
end of the table where NISHIKURA, chief of the War Council,
sits glowering.  (Their discussion is in Japanese, with
subtitles.)

                     NISHIKURA
          So you join us, Admiral.  Some of us
          thought your education at an American
          university would make you too weak to
          fight the Americans.

                     YAMAMOTO
          If knowledge of opponents and careful
          calculation of danger is taken as
          weakness then I have misunderstood what
          it means to be Japanese.