PEARL HARBOR

                     RAFE
          Learn English, then!

                     IAN
          Fook ya dooble!

Rafe moves to the barracks; Ian keeps the fueling hose going,
and moves to help the armorers reload the guns.

INT.  BRITISH AIRFIELD BARRACKS - NIGHT

Rafe falls down onto his cot, exhausted.  The other pilots do
the same, everybody spent from the day's combat.  Then they
hear the SIREN.  Rafe's out of his bunk, with the others,
everybody running.

                     BRITISH PILOT
          Bloody Krauts!  Night raid!

EXT.  BASSINGBORNE AIRFIELD - BRITAIN - NIGHT

They race across the runway.  Rafe reaches his Spitfire, just
as Ian is removing the fueling hose.

                     IAN
          I have'na been able ta --

                     RAFE
          Crank her!

Ian gives the prop a spin, and the engine roars to life.

                     IAN
          God speed ya, laddie.

EXT.  SKIES OVER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL - NIGHT

It's dark, but there are breaks in the clouds, giving way to
patches of light from a full moon.  The squadron of Spitfires
tightens up for battle.

Rafe is positioned just right of the squad leader; he sees
planes breaking out of the dark clouds ahead.

                     RAFE
          Here they come.

The clouds break, revealing a huge attack formation.

                     BRITISH SQUAD LEADER
          Alpha group, on the bombers!  Beta group,
          take the fighters!

They peel off, into action.

EXT.  THE AIR BATTLE OVER THE CHANNEL - NIGHT

We stay with Rafe as he and the Squad Leader rush side by
side at the lead bomber, blasting away with their guns.

INT.  GERMAN BOMBER - IN THE AIR - NIGHT

The Spitfires' bullets rip into the pilot and also kill the
nose gunner; the bomber dips as the copilot struggles to take
control.

INT.  RAFE, IN HIS SPITFIRE - NIGHT

As he streaks past, Rafe sees the bomber wobble in the air.

                     RAFE
          We've got him hurt, stay on him!

Rafe throws his plane into an ultra-tight, high speed turn,
right between the tails of the leader German group and the
noses of the second.  His turn is so tight that the plane
flexes with the g-force.

Rafe comes out of his turn ahead of the Squad Leader, and
races back up through the formation of German bombers, moving
above them where their weapons and armaments are the weakest.
He stitches a trail of bullets from tail to nose of the
wounded lead bomber; it begins to smoke.

The second Spitfire, the Squad Leader's, takes fire from the
other German bombers, and shears off, heading through the
smoke of the plane Rafe has on the ropes.

                     RAFE
          We've got him going!

Rafe does a half-loop and half-spin, to bring him around to
face the bombers again.  This time the g-force of the turn
pops an oil line inside Rafe's cockpit; hot, pressurized oil
begins to spray everywhere -- all over Rafe, his controls,
and worst of all, over the inside of his cockpit glass.

He wipes at the oil with his hands and that just smears it
and makes it worse.

His wingman sees him veering away from the bombers...and sees
the German fighters moving up to meet him.

                     SQUAD LEADER
          McCawley!  Get to the clouds!  Get into
          the clouds!

RAFE, IN HIS PLANE, is flying blind.

                     RAFE
          I can't see the clouds!

His problems are just beginning; the fluid is dripping down
onto his cockpit's corroded electrical wiring; the fluid
causes an arc...a spark...and suddenly a fire is spreading
through Rafe's plane.

He grabs his fire extinguisher and triggers a cloud that
snuffs the fire but fills the entire cockpit with choking
smoke; between that and the smeared fluid on his glass, he
can't see a thing.

And the Messerschmidts are swarming over him.

Rafe's wingman dives in, raking the German planes as he
passes.

Rafe tries to open his cockpit cover to clear the smoke, but
it's jammed; he pulls out his .45 pistol and BLAM!  BLAM!
BLAM!  He blows out the glass; the smoke clears enough for
him to take a breath and try to see.  He fights the stick,
but the plane won't respond.

The Messerschmidts rake him again, bullets riddling his
engine.

                     SQUAD LEADER
          Get out of there, McCawley!  Get out of
          there!

Rafe's plane descends, ever faster, passing through clouds,
then clear air again.  The Squad Leader tries to chase and
cover him, but Rafe's dropping fast, and still isn't out of
the plane as the Germans dive on him again, firing.

Rafe's Spitfire hits the broken fog over the water -- the
Squad Leader loses sight of it for a moment -- and then the
plane hits, splashing and exploding all at once.

The Squad Leader winces, and ducks into the clouds as he
reports on his radio...

                     SQUAD LEADER
          McCawley down.  No 'chute.

EXT.  BATTLESHIP WEST VIRGINIA - PEARL HARBOR - DAY

The sailors have assembled on deck for the ship's heavyweight
championship fight, a contest made more interesting to the
sailors because one of the combatants is white and the other
is black.

The battle is more toughness than technique.  The guys
throwing haymakers and shoving each other around the roped
area, as their shipmates cheer and make wild bets.  The white
guy digs a punch deep into the black guy's ribs, and the
black guy slams a double left hook into the white guy's
belly, making him back up and say --

                     WHITE BOXER
          You hit hard -- for a cook.

The black guy rushes the white guy, only to catch a right
cross that wobbles his knees and makes him stagger, with a
fresh cut over his right eye.  The white guy now rushes in,
and the black guy (his name is DORIE MILLER) throws an upper
cut that drops his opponent like a sack of rocks.

The sailors cheer wildly.  Dorie steps back, and rubs his
glove across his brow.  It's really bleeding now.

EXT.  MILITARY BASE - DAY

Evelyn is returning from church with six of her nurse
friends.  It's very quiet on a Sunday morning, almost nobody
at the base; they walk along the path.

                     BARBARA
          Let's get into civvies and find a bar.

                     MARTHA
          Right after church?

                     BARBARA
          You've gotta sin some, to get
          forgiveness.  Come with us, Evelyn.  You
          need some sin.

                     EVELYN
          I've got to write some requisitions.
          We're undersupplied with morphine.

                     BETTY
          Morphine?  We've been here a month and
          nobody's had worse than a sunburn.

Evelyn smiles softly and walks toward the base hospital.

                     BETTY
          I wish she could forget him.

                     BARBARA
          You don't forget love, Honey.  Not ever.

EXT.  HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - DAY

Evelyn approaches the hospital and finds the black boxer
peering in the window.  He's in a T-shirt and navy pants.

                     EVELYN
          Can I help you, sailor?

As Dorie turns, she sees the cut on his head, closed only
with a band-aid; it's dripping blood down his T-shirt.

                     DORIE
          'Scuse me, 'Mam.  All the ship's doctors
          is golfing, and I couldn't find nobody to
          look at this.

                     EVELYN
          Our doctor's gone too.

                     DORIE
          Sorry to trouble you.

                     EVELYN
          Wait, let me look at that... You better
          come in here.

INT.  MILITARY BASE HOSPITAL - DAY

Miller is sitting on a stool; Evelyn bathes the wound.

                     EVELYN
          How'd you get this?

                     DORIE
          Boxin'.

                     EVELYN
          Win?

                     DORIE
          Yes'm.

He says it without pride.  She puts down the basin.

                     EVELYN
          What's your name?

                     DORIE
          Dorie Miller, 'Mam.

                     EVELYN
          I'm Evelyn.  And I'm just a nurse.  But
          I'm not playing golf, and that cut needs
          sewing, or else it's gonna make a big
          lumpy scar.  Whatta ya say?

INT.  HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - LATER

Evelyn clips the ends of her carefully applied stitches;
Dorie's eyes are rolled up as if he could watch from inside
his skull.

                     EVELYN
          How often you fight like this?

                     DORIE
          Every other Sunday.  I'm heavyweight
          champion of the West Virginia.

                     EVELYN
          What do you get for winning?

                     DORIE
          Respect.

She hands him a mirror.  He studies her work.

                     DORIE
          No doctor would'a give me that good.

She walks him to the door.

                     DORIE
          Thank you, 'Mam.

                     EVELYN
          Tell me something, Dorie.  A man as big
          as you -- and smart too, you knew where
          to come when your ship couldn't help --
          do you still have to fight with your
          fists to get respect?

                     DORIE
          I left my Mama and joined the Navy to be
          a man.  They made me a cook -- and not
          even that, really -- I clean up after the
          other sailors eat.  I shine the officer's
          shoes.  In two years, they've never even
          let me fire a gun.

Now Evelyn understands.

                     EVELYN
          You take care, Dorie.

                     DORIE
          You too, 'Mam.

EXT.  MILITARY BASE HOSPITAL - SUNSET

Dorie walks away, down the path between the palm trees.  She
watches him go, and then is transfixed by someone else
coming, silhouetted by the light of the setting sun.  She
can't make out his face, but he's wearing a pilot's dress
uniform, and coming to her right out of the warm orange
sunset that she has stared at so many times.  Her heart slams
against her ribs; she takes a few steps forward.

                     EVELYN
          ...Rafe...

She moves toward him, and he draws near her, walking slowly.
And then she sees his face...

It's Danny.  His face as sad as death itself.

And even before he tells her, she knows.

                     DANNY
          Lieutenant... I'm Danny Walker.  I'm Rafe
          McCawley's best friend.

                     EVELYN
          Were.  Isn't that what you mean?  Were.
          Because he's dead, isn't he?  And that's
          why you've come.

EXT.  A BENCH - OVERLOOKING PEARL HARBOR - SUNSET

Evelyn and Danny sit on the bench, with a sweeping view of
the harbor and the lights winking on all around it as the sun
settles beyond the horizon.  Evelyn is stoic, numb; Danny is
the one who is struggling.

                     DANNY
          Before Rafe left, he asked me to be the
          one to tell you, if it happened.

                     EVELYN
          He told me about you.  That he had no
          other friend like you.

                     DANNY
          Rafe's folks had a crop dusting business,
          owned their own planes.  Real straight,
          frugal.  My father was the town drunk.
          Went to sleep one night on the railroad
          tracks and was still there when the Dawn
          Express came along.  Rafe and I were the
          only ones at the funeral.  He took me
          back to his house, and I never left.

                     EVELYN
          You were more like brothers.

                     DANNY
          I taught him to drink beer.  He taught me
          how to fly.

                     EVELYN
          He said you're the only one he ever saw
          who was better in the air than him.

                     DANNY
          ...He said that?

Evelyn nods, still staring away from Danny.  This pierces
Danny; he looks away, struggling not to let the emotions pull
him completely under.

                     DANNY
          Look, uh...Rafe's dad...he wrote me with
          the news, and it took me a couple of days
          to work up the guts to come here and tell
          you.  I'm not as brave as Rafe, or as
          noble.  But if there's anything I can
          ever do to help -- you let me know, okay?

She stares into the distance.  He stands and puts his hand on
top of hers, as much for his comfort as for hers.

                     DANNY
          I understand why Rafe loved you.  You're
          as strong as he was.

Since she's still not looking at him, he starts to move away.
When he reaches the turn in the path, he looks back, and sees
her figure in the gathering darkness.  She's begun to break
down; and as he watches, her whole body starts convulsing,
and she doubles up in shattering grief.

Danny can't just stand there; he moves back to her, and puts
a hand on her shoulder.  He sits beside her again, and
suddenly she turns to him and sobs upon him.  Danny wraps her
gently in his arms, and then he breaks down, having found the
first place he can truly grieve.

EXT.  JAPANESE BOMBING PRACTICE - JAPANESE ISLAND - DAY

The Japanese have constructed a replica of Pearl Harbor on
their practice island; erecting new target barriers and
silhouettes of the various ships anchored at Pearl.  Streams
of Japanese planes skim overhead in practice bombing runs,
dropping dummy torpedoes and bombs.  From a control platform
erected on the beach, Yamamoto and Genda oversee it all.

                     YAMAMOTO
          Everything real except the fact that no
          one is shooting back at us.

                     GENDA
          If we achieve surprise, they will offer
          little resistance.

                     YAMAMOTO
          Set up teams of radio operators to send
          out messages the Americans will
          intercept, concerning every potential
          American target in the Pacific.  Include
          Hawaii -- the clutter will be more
          confusing that way.

                     GENDA
          Brilliant, Admiral.

                     YAMAMOTO
          A brilliant man would find a way not to
          fight a war.

He looks out at the planes roaring into his practice harbor
at top speed...

INT.  PRESIDENTIAL BEDROOM - NIGHT

Roosevelt's valet leans over him.

Roosevelt wakes; beside the valet is a Presidential AIDE.

                     AIDE
          Mr. President, we've received a message
          from the Argentinian ambassador to Japan.
          His sources tell him the Japanese are
          assembling their fleet to attack us.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          We're picking up warnings for every
          American base in the Pacific.  Does this
          ambassador know the target?

                     AIDE
          Not for sure.  But he thinks it's Pearl
          Harbor.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          Tell the Pentagon.

The Aide leaves quickly and Roosevelt starts to get out of
bed; his valet comes to help him.

                     PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT
          No, George, I need the practice, in case
          there's a fire.

Roosevelt drags himself out of bed, crawling toward the
bathroom, his powerful arms dragging his lifeless legs.

INT.  PENTAGON - DAY

ADMIRALS and other OFFICERS are gathered around a giant map
of the Pacific.

                     ADMIRAL
          The attack seems inevitable.  The
          question is where?  The way to answer
          that question is to ask:  if we were the
          Japanese, how would we do it?

He nods to a VICE ADMIRAL, who stands over the map.

                     VICE ADMIRAL
          Between America and the Far East are the
          sea lanes where the winds and the
          currents make the best route for
          shipping.  Far above is the northern
          route, between Canada and Russia.
          Between these two is something they call
          the Vacant Sea.  If I were the Japs, I'd
          send a task force there.  You could hide
          the entire land mass of Asia in the
          Vacant Sea, and nobody would know.