1 EXT. OCEAN 1
We are panning, from high, a horizon that is water, all
water, a world of water. It is softly, warmly lit.
We are starting to hear the distant thrum of engines.
Our high sweep of the planet has brought into frame the sun,
big, red, rising, just at the horizon.
The engine noise approaches, louder, and is now
distinguishable as being many engines not one.
Our continuing pan brings into frame nine B-24’s in combat
wing assembly, speeding toward us.
2 INT. INSIDE THE LEAD AIRCRAFT 2
Close on the pilot, RUSSEL ALLEN PHILLIPS—“PHIL”.
Droning engines. Phil’s head bobs with the motion of the
HUGH CUPPERNELL. Scanning the sky for enemy
The top turret gunner: STANLEY PILLSBURY.
He looks out:
his view to one side, of the accompanying
planes on his wing, pans forward, over his own plane’s
cockpit and nose, to the ocean before us.
A point-of-view straight down at whitecaps racing underneath
us. The view is through the hatchmarks of a sight of some
Extremely close on a blinking eye.
Close on the bombardier, LOUIE ZAMPERINI. He raises his head
from his Norden bombsight, looks forward through the belly
bubble, squints at something dead ahead.
Above him, nose gunner ROBERT MITCHELL scans the sky.
3 Back to Phil, the pilot. He also reacts to something dead 3
a small island in the middle of the vast ocean.
He speaks into his radio:
We. . . are. . . here.
Cup reacts, tensing after many soporific hours of flying.