Daddy! Daddy! Wait.
Danny catches him, takes his father's hand, and walks away
The crop duster we saw in the air has just landed, behind
Rafe. The pilot, RAFE'S FATHER, shuts off the engine.
What's goin' on, son?
Nothing. Danny's Dad just come to get
Rafe turns back to the ramshackle plane and replaces the 2x4
propeller. His father looks toward Danny and his father,
walking away, then looks at his own son.
Hey, boy -- you wanna go up?
Rafe can't believe it; he runs to the plane and hops into his
father's lap. As his father cranks the engine and tucks him
into the harness, Rafe says --
Daddy, sometime will you take Danny up
Sure will, son.
The engine races to life...and we --
EXT. NEW JERSEY AIR BASE - DAY
American P-40 fighters blast through the air, props screaming
and wind singing by their wings.
There are eight pilots in their individual seats, and we
focus on two:
RAFE MCCAWLEY has grown lean and handsome.
And DANNY WALKER is very much the same.
Their planes start swapping positions in the formation; while
the other guys are flying along in a tight line, Rafe and
Danny are playing, one of them gunning his engine to go high,
the other diving and coming back up in his place,
It scares the other guys, having their planes flashing in and
out, so close. The TRAINING CAPTAIN, watching through
binoculars on the ground, talks into his RADIO --
McCawley! Walker! Cut that out!
I thought this was a training flight.
I'm just trying to give Danny some
Not on your best day, boy!