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.
At eight thousand feet; this is it
Stanley at the helm of his twin .50’s.
MAC, the tail gunner in firing position.
CLARENCE DOUGLAS and HARRY BROOKS, waist gunners, are ready.
You hit this one and drinks are on
His look drops back down into the bombsight.
Through the bombsight: the point-of-view starts straight
down, then tips slowly up to bring the oncoming island into
I ain’t goin to a bar with you
“dame magnet”. You confuse all the
There is a landing strip on the island. Planes are parked to
the side of the landing strip. However nine zeros are
suddenly moving on the runway. Taking off one by one...
Ya got it, Louie?
Louie is squinting down into the sight.
Get your cameras boys, I’m gonna
light it up like Christmas!
Pilot to bombardier, your ship.
Phil flips a switch.
Bombardier to pilot, roger.
The sky becomes a fury of color, sound and motion.
Louie keeps his focus below.
Bombardier to crew, bomb bay doors
We look down past racked bombs as the bay doors swing open,
showing ocean below.
Bay doors open.
WITHIN MOMENTS... 4
BANG! Superman is rocked by a flak explosion.
The sky fills with flak puffs and the plane rocks with shock
The CHUNK-CHUNK-CHUNK of holes being punched into the
Stanley gripping his machine guns, pivots his turret as the
plane bucks. He can see nothing except white puffs of flak
bursting close by.
Louie is being bounced around, he loses the target, he tries
to find it again, staying focused.
Dull BOOM—the bomber on his wing breaks apart in its midsection
and falls away trailing smoke.
Louie’s look follows the bomber as it falters, and disappear
under Superman's wing.
At last, Lou has his aim.
Louie releasing bombs. Looking down through the bay as the
bombs fall away.
A knot of planes and structures beside a runway EXPLODE.
The Superman passes over a set of red-roofed barracks and an