PEARL HARBOR

                     NISHIKURA
          The time has come to strike!  Or to sit
          and let the Americans cut off our oil and
          our future.  I know what you whisper to
          the others, Yamamoto -- that the Americans
          are strong.  Yet look at their leader.

He motions to OYAMA, an intelligence analyst, who opens a
file and lays out pictures of Roosevelt.

                     OYAMA
          Franklin Roosevelt.  Born into great
          wealth.  Fifteen years ago, he was
          stricken with polio.  Now he cannot walk,
          or even stand without help.
          Photographers will not take pictures of
          him in his chair; Americans do not wish
          to know how weak their President is.

Yamamoto makes a low grunt.

                     NISHIKURA
          You have something to say, Yamamoto?

                     YAMAMOTO
          The Council knows I have opposed fighting
          the Americans.  No matter how great our
          resolve, they have resources beyond ours.
          If we must go to war, there is only one
          way -- deal them a blow from which it will
          take them years to recover.  In that time
          we can conquer all of the Pacific, and
          they will have no choice but to ask for
          peace.

                     NISHIKURA
          You see us as capable of such a blow?

                     YAMAMOTO
          The Americans themselves have made it
          possible.  We will annihilate them in a
          single attack -- at Pearl Harbor.

The members of the war council are so pleased with Yamamoto
that they bow to him.  Only Genda keeps his eyes raised long
enough to see the sadness in Yamamoto's face.

EXT.  PEARL HARBOR - AIR BASE - BARRACKS - DAY

Danny Walker and his pilot buddies have just arrived; they
enter the barracks, talking happily.

                     RED
          If I ain't n-never on a b-boat again,
          it'll be too s-soon.

                     BILLY
          Where are the women on this --

Danny has stopped before the others; now all of them see that
the other pilots who inhabit this air base are still in their
beds, sleeping off hangovers.  They wear Hawaiian shirts;
they haven't shaved.

                     RED
          They're s-still asleep!

Danny pauses for a moment, then shouts --

                     DANNY
          Drop your cocks and grab your socks,
          boys!  The terror of the skies are here!

The sleeping pilots groan, and cover their heads with their
pillows.

                     ANTHONY
          They're all drunk.

One guy sits up in bed, his hair pointing every direction of
the compass, his tongue working as if to wipe a terrible
taste from his mouth.  As his feet dangle over the side of
the bunk and one of them touches the floor, a sensation
reaches his sotted brain; he raises that foot to look at its
bottom, and finds a new tattoo, on the sole of his foot; he
blinks as if trying to remember how it got there.

Danny moves over to him, and dubs him with a name, COMA.

                     DANNY
          Hey.  You.  Mr. Coma.

                     COMA
          Where's that lizard?

                     DANNY
          What lizard?

                     COMA
          The one that slept in my mouth last
          night.

                     DANNY
          What the hell happened to you guys?

Coma is one of those drunks who speak as if he's always about
to burp.

                     COMA
          Ever hear of mai-tai's?  Comes in a
          big...pot.  Like...like...

                     RED
          A m-missionary?

                     COMA
          No, like...

Coma emits a pukey, toxic burp that has Danny and his buddies
wincing back from the fumes.

                     DANNY
          This is an Air Base?  Where's your squad
          commander?

The question soaks through to Coma's brain.  His right hand
points...and his left hand points...in different directions.
His hands float around in the air until finally both of them
are indicating the same direction, behind his back.  In the
bunk beyond Coma's is another drunk pilot in a Hawaiian
shirt...and to judge by the shapely bronzed leg that
protrudes from under his damp sheet, there's a woman with him
too.

Danny and his buddies are speechless -- except for Red
Strange.

                     RED
          I th-think I'm gonna like it here.

                     COMA
          You guys are new?

                     DANNY
          Yeah.

                     COMA
          Mai-tai's.  I got this to tell ya, about
          mai-tai's.

Coma's head drifts forward slowly; they think for a moment
he's looking for something under the bed.  Then he pukes.
Danny leaps back from the splatter, and marches out of the
barracks; his friends follow.

EXT.  PEARL HARBOR - AIRFIELD - DAY

Danny and his buddies stride up to the airfield.  It's full
of fighter planes -- and they're all bunched together in
clusters on the field.  Danny grabs a MECHANIC.

                     DANNY
          Hey!  What is this, the planes all
          bunched up like that?

                     MECHANIC
          The brass is afraid of sabotage.  This
          makes 'em easier to protect -- and easier
          to service.

                     DANNY
          What about easier to hit in an air raid?

                     MECHANIC
          Who's gonna to that?  Japan is four
          thousand miles away.  So you guys just
          arrived, huh?

                     DANNY
          Yeah.

                     MECHANIC
          We got a saying here.  A-low-HA!

The mechanic walks off.  Danny and the guys are left standing
on the tarmac.

                     DANNY
          Well guys...I reckon there's just one
          thing to do...

INT.  OAHU BAR - DAY

Danny and the pilots are in Hawaiian shirts, their party in
full swing.  A bucket-sized hollowed-out volcano sits in the
middle of the table, with twelve straws emerging from the
crater.  It's full of booze -- or was; Danny and the other
guys are pulling heartily at the straws, and they gurgle as
the last liquid is sucked dry.

                     RED
          More m-mai-tai's!

Coma is sitting there with them, beside Red.

                     COMA
          Absolutely right.

Everybody's having a ball, the new arrivals fitting right in
with the others.  Danny's a bit off to himself, lost in his
own thoughts.  Billy and Anthony are doing the hula to the
Hawaiian music playing.

                     COMA
          No, you guys aren't doing it right.  It's
          in the hands.  They talk story.

Coma stands and starts demonstrating, explaining the gestures
of his hula.

                     COMA
          Fish swim in ocean... Happy in the Mother
          Sea... Girl, beautiful girl, with big
          jugs, walks into water...waves lapping at
          her thighs...

                     ANTHONY
          I never knew those dances were so
          sophisticated.

                     COMA
          ...Fish nibble at her breasts...

Coma's really into his dance, his hands over enormous
imaginary breasts; but as he turns toward the windows --

                     COMA
          A more beautiful girl walks by...

The guys see Evelyn passing on the other side of the street,
gorgeous in the sunshine.  Coma's hands start squeezing the
imaginary breasts of his hula.

                     BILLY
          Hey, isn't that Evelyn?

Danny moves up to look.

                     DANNY
          Rafe's girl, Evelyn?

                     COMA
          You guys know her?!  I gotta have an
          intro!  Man, I'd like to --

Danny's hand is suddenly around Coma's larynx.

                     DANNY
          A friend of mine's in love with her.  So
          you don't even look -- not ever.

Danny releases him and Coma staggers back to the table to
nuzzle up to one of the straws of the mai-tai volcano.

Danny looks out the window again and sees Evelyn's beautiful
form disappear around the corner, on her way back to the base
hospital.  Danny moves back to the table, and as two burly
Hawaiian waiters set another full loaded mai-tai volcano onto
the center of the table, he picks up a glass and dips it full
of the potent liquid.  He shouts to the whole room --

                     DANNY
          I'm a better pilot than any son-of-a-
          bitch on this island!  So I'm the one to
          say this!  Here's to Rafe McCawley!  A
          better pilot...and a better man...than
          me.

The other pilots drink up -- from glasses or from straws.

                     OTHER PILOTS
          To Rafe.

Danny drains the whole glass at one chug, and slams it down
onto the table.  Then he blinks, puts a hand on his stomach,
and frowns.  Coma recognizes the look.

                     COMA
          Uh oh.  Volcanic eruption!

Danny bends at the waist; his head obscured by the table.

                     COMA
          Shit, he's puking on my feet!

                     RED
          Well, you p-puked on his feet.

                     COMA
          Yeah, but he was wearing shoes!

INT.  ADMIRAL KIMMEL'S OFFICE - OAHU - DAY

ADMIRAL KIMMEL is Commander of the American Pacific Fleet.

Two members of his staff are standing uncomfortably in front
of him, having delivered a message from the Joint Chiefs of
Staff.

                     ADMIRAL KIMMEL
          ...transfer twelve more destroyers to
          Atlantic Fleet, and all the available
          anti-aircraft weaponry?!  Washington has
          gone insane!

Kimmel's STRATEGIC ANALYST speaks up.

                     STRATEGIC ANALYST
          We've done what you ordered, Admiral, and
          war gamed the likely outcome of a
          Japanese attack against each of our major
          bases in the Pacific.  Wake, Guam,
          Midway, the Philippines.  In each case,
          we lose.

                     ADMIRAL KIMMEL
          You left out Hawaii.

                     STRATEGIC ANALYST
          Pearl Harbor can't be attacked
          effectively from the air.  It's too
          shallow for an aerial torpedo attack.
          Pearl Harbor's safe.  It's everywhere
          else that we're vulnerable.

                     ADMIRAL KIMMEL
          Step up surveillance of Japanese
          communications.  They're gonna do
          something somewhere.  I can feel it.

EXT.  THE SKIES ABOVE OAHU - DAY

A seaplane takes tourists on an excursion above Pearl Harbor
and around the island of Oahu.  One Japanese tourist shoots
pictures rapidly...first of the ships as seen from overhead;
then he leans to the other side of the plane and shoots
pictures of the airfield below them.

EXT.  PEARL HARBOR - DAY

Another Japanese tourist hikes through the hills above Pearl
Harbor.  He takes an excellent camera from his picnic basket,
and shoots pictures.

CLOSE - THE PICTURES, being carried down a hallway, into --

INT.  JAPANESE PLANNERS OFFICE - DAY

The courier places the pictures onto the table in front of
Yamamoto, Genda, and the other JAPANESE OFFICERS.

                     GENDA
          Look at the ships -- all grouped.  Perfect
          targets!

                     JAPANESE OFFICER
          And the planes!  They are -- what is that
          American expression?  Sitting geese?

                     YAMAMOTO
          Sitting ducks.

                     JAPANESE OFFICER
          How can they be so foolish?

                     YAMAMOTO
          They think no one would be stupid enough
          to attack them at Pearl Harbor.

                     GENDA
          Or perhaps they think no one is capable.
          Look at this...

He moves to a diagram displayed on the wall -- a simple
display showing water depth and ship displacement.

                     GENDA
          Pearl Harbor's depth of only forty feet
          makes them feel safe.  A torpedo dropped
          from an airplane plunges to one hundred
          feet before it can level off.  That is a
          conventional torpedo.  But we have been
          experimenting.

From a stand beside his diagram he takes a set of wooden
fins, attached to a circular metallic band.

                     GENDA
          Wooden fins.  We are testing them
          tomorrow.

EXT.  JAPANESE ISLAND - DAY

Yamamoto and his planners have flown to a quiet Japanese
island, sunlit and pleasant.  They are gathered on the shore
of the island's natural harbor.  Wooden targets -- basically
huge plank barriers -- are sunk into the water like ships at
anchor.  A squadron of Japanese planes zooms overhead, taking
up attack positions.

                     GENDA
          We have chosen this place because its
          depth is exactly the same as Pearl
          Harbor's.

Genda speaks into a field radio.  A lone plane drops out of
formation and goes into a low-level approach, speeding up and
dropping its torpedo.

BELOW THE SURFACE we see the torpedo as it plunges at two
hundred miles an hour into the sunlit sea.  With the wooden
fins the torpedo makes a sharp dip and levels off above the
sea floor.

ABOVE THE SURFACE the planners see the path of the torpedo;
it hits the wooden barrier with a satisfying THUNK.  The
planners are impressed -- but Yamamoto is not satisfied.

                     YAMAMOTO
          Uncharged torpedoes have different
          balance.

                     GENDA
          I have arranged a live fire drill -- with
          your permission.

Yamamoto nods; Genda speaks again into his radio, and another
plane swoops down and drops a torpedo.  Genda holds his hands
to his ears, causing the others to do the same; even though
they wonder at the need.

The torpedo hits the barrier, and the explosion is deafening,
and of shocking force; the entire barrier is blown to
toothpicks.

                     GENDA
          Of course against a ship the explosion
          will not be dissipated, and will have
          more force.

The planners, nearly blown off their feet, nod as if they
knew that all the time.

INT.  MILITARY BASE - PILOTS' BARRACKS - NIGHT

The pilots are getting slicked up.

                     BILLY
          Are you sure they're here?

                     ANTHONY
          If Evelyn's here, the rest are here!

Red moves up beside him to frown at the mirror.  His hair is
plastered down and parted, his uniform's immaculate.

                     ANTHONY
          Looking good, Red.

                     RED
          Shut up.

Red moves away, to polish his shoes.

                     ANTHONY
          What is it with Red?  I've never seen him
          this way.

                     BILLY
          He's been like that all day.  Hey Danny,
          you coming?

                     DANNY
          Nah, I'm gonna stay here.  Read.

Anthony and Billy look at each other; Danny's in his bunk,
and he's not reading, just staring at the ceiling.

INT.  NURSES' BARRACKS - PEARL HARBOR - NIGHT

The nurses are primping to go out; Evelyn is in her uniform
getting ready to go back to work.

                     BARBARA
          Now listen, it's hands off Billy.  I
          mean, you can put your hands on him if
          you want to, but then my hands will break
          yours.

                     BETTY
          He was that good?

                     BARBARA
          No, I was.

EXT.  NURSES' QUARTERS - OAHU - NIGHT

Creeping through the vegetation, Red leads Anthony and Billy
to a spot outside the nurses' barracks; they can see the
girls through the barracks window.

                     BILLY
          Red, Peeping Tom stuff can get us court-
          marshaled.

                     RED
          Shhh!

Anthony and Billy are baffled, even more so when Red strides
into the open, right outside the nurses' window.

And then, Red begins to sing.

                     RED
               (singing)
          Oh...Betty, Betty, Betty, you're the one
          for me, Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty, can't
          you see...

Anthony and Billy look at each other, dumbfounded.  The
nurses move to the open windows.  Red's singing is pretty
good -- though not that good.  But he doesn't stutter when he
sings.

                     RED
               (singing)
          I'll be yours for eternity, Betty, Betty,
          Betty, Betty, Betty!

Anthony and Billy are hysterical, trying to keep their
laughter hidden.  But then they see the effect this is having
on the women -- especially on Betty.  She's smitten.

Red repeats the verse, really getting into it; when he
finishes, Betty runs out and hugs him, as all the nurses
applaud.  They move off into the darkness, arm and arm.

The nurses go back to their primping.

Anthony and Billy are changed men.  Anthony stands up;
Billy's baffled.  Anthony moves out and starts singing.

                     ANTHONY
               (singing)
          Oh Sandra...I like you...love you...

He's terrible.  The nurses pelt him with hairbrushes,
curlers, shoes...

EXT.  BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - DAY

Coming out of the blustery skies at the end of another deadly
day, a squadron of Spitfires chirps in for landings.  The
planes are shot up and battered.

Rafe is one of the pilots; the fuselage below his cockpit is
marked with four swastikas, symbols of his victories.  He
taxis to a stop, and is met by IAN, a Scottish mechanic, who
is dismayed at the state of the plane.

                     IAN
          Leapin' Jesus!

                     RAFE
               (climbing down)
          The struts are loose, the hydraulics are
          leaking, and the electrical system's
          shorting out in the cockpit.

                     IAN
          Well which of those three ya want fixed?

                     RAFE
          All of 'em.

Rafe starts away, and Ian calls to his back --

                     IAN
          If ye'd wanted a bloody Cadillac ya
          should'a stayed in the bloody States!

                     RAFE
          And if you don't give me a plane that can
          handle combat, you better start learning
          to speak German.

                     IAN
          Fook ya!