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Missile away.

A green bird true on course.

Grand bahama report on sighting.

Grand bahama reporting, missile honeymoon overhead.

Velocity one-four-triple o.

Pardon me, sir.

Thank you.

Computing room reports an increase

in predicted takeoff altitude.

We'll be a little behind schedule, sir.

How much?

E.t.a. Plus three minutes, forty seconds.

Mr. Eldridge,

you said the missile would land where?

The missile won't land at all, senator.

It'll be consumed by friction

as it enters the earth's atmosphere.

But the nose cone will zero in

off our bow six miles away.

Mr. Eldridge, just out of idle curiosity,

yes, sir?

Suppose the nose cone yes, sir?

Six miles too soon, perhaps here on deck.

What would that mean?

Among other things, senator, it would mean

that the electronic brain aboard this vessel

had made a slight mistake.

Which it never does.

Would you care to see the brain at work?

Right.

Would you care to see the brain at work?

I think the senators are excellent security risks.

Right this way, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Beyond this panel lies the cortex of the brain,

the seat of its intelligence.

Technically, the brain is known as

"magnetic analyzer computer synchrotron."

His friends call him "Max."

Like the human brain, Max has no moving parts.

His gray matter consists of four thousand vacuum tubes

and 170 miles of fine wire,

electronic nerves producing intense

powers of concentration.

You don't mean Max actually thinks?

As we understand thinking, no.

But he has a superhuman memory

and a super-analytical mind.

Since the missile left its launching pad,

Max has been keeping

a running prediction of its course.

He's telling us now that the cone will hit its Mark

in exactly 1 minute and 4 seconds.

Let's go, gentlemen.

Out of bearing 0-0-3 degrees.

Distance, 12,100 yards.

Right on the nose, sir.

6 miles, 100 yards.

Congratulations, Mr. Eldridge.

Thank you.

Incredible. It's amazing.

Attention all Navy and civilian personnel.

This is captain Adams speaking.

Operation honeymoon has been completed

you'll be proud to learn that your ship has tracked

an I.C.B.M. Across 6,000 miles of ocean

with an accuracy never before attained

in the history of telemetry.

For your efforts...

Throw that doodle on the floor.

- Right there. - You're covered.

And this, my friend, declares the same.

Fergie, roll them strong and true.

The point I was using, gentlemen, is little Joe.

Little Joe from kokomo.

He did it again.

Old buddy, you're hotter than a $2 pistol.

Gentlemen, we will shoot the 200.

And while congratulations are in order,

let us not forget our top-secret friend Max.

Max, who predicted with such accuracy

the course of the missile.

Max, predict us now, predict us, Max, a 7.

And if you can't predict us a 7, then predict us an 11.

I was praying to Max.

Don't pray to Max...

Pray to me, I've got the dice.

And I predict a 7.

Fergie, the great predictor, greater than Max, who knows all.

Who needs Max when we have the great Fergie?

Valuable data, will now with the aid

of electronic equipment enlarge...

Snake eyes, craps and out.

Buddy, what happened?

I should have prayed to Max.

Come on, Fergie, you're still rolling.

Pass.

Should feel proud and honored to be part

of this gigantic undertaking.

You have seen history in the making here today.

I might even say history of your making.

We cannot decorate Max, but we can salute him as I salute you.

Well done.

I'm just asking, that's all.

Is it possible for Max to predict the throw of a dice.

Fergie, before answering,

you aren't planning some sort of little coup

against your brother officers?

Of course not... I'm just interested scientifically.

Look, forget about the dice.

Think of a roulette wheel.

Could Max tell in any single spin of the wheel

what number might show up?

Let's examine the problem.

A roulette wheel is made by human hands.

Since no two human beings are alike,

the same is true of human contraptions.

Roulette wheels?

They have irregularities.

A bearing worn a thousandths of an inch.

A table tilted a hundredth of a degree.

A ball that isn't perfectly rounded.

A roulette wheel like this will not and cannot perform

according to the laws of chance.

Therefore, given such a wheel and given a fair sample

of what numbers it has spun in the past...

Feeding those numbers to Max's memory organ.

With coordinates based on 360 degrees it is just possible...

What's on your mind?

Jason, are you a wealthy man?

I'm a scientist.

All scientists are poor. It's a law.

How would you like to be the first rich scientist in history?

I wouldn't fight it.

I happen to know the fleet is heading north tomorrow.

Barcelona, Rome, venice.

I also happen to know that in venice there is a casino.

And in that casino... Is a roulette wheel.

Sharp thinking.

And what do we do? Smuggle Max in?

I doubt if they'll let him bet.

I was thinking, if we left someone aboard ship

to look after the technical end,

we could communicate with Max from shore,

say with a signal lamp.

Feed him the numbers,

get his answers while you and I put down

a couple of well-considered wagers.

Am I getting through to you?

One thing I'm not sure of.

What?

Why do you want to spend 10 years in the brig?

Do you realize what they could do to you for this?

Jason, just answer my question can Max do it?

Yes or no?

Newton couldn't do it.

Einstein couldn't do it.

A million geniuses with slide rules couldn't do it.

But this fellow can do it.

Well, then.

Hello, Max.

What are the facts?

Holy cow.

What a layout.

In the bedroom, my good fellow, thank you.

Hello, room service, please, servizio Romeo grazie.

Fergie, are we going to live here?

Why?

Is it big enough?

Don't the furnishings meet with your approval?

I don't know.

It kind of looks like a place I'd promised

my wife I'd stay out of.

I'd say one thing, this sightline was made to order.

Beau, set up the blinker; We'll give Max a trial flash.

Servizio Romeo?

Suite 4-6.

Would you please send up two bottles of scotch,

two bourbon, two vodka, one gin,

one vermouth, one cognac.

If I have any afterthoughts, I'll give you a buzz.

Grazie.

One afterthought might be a liquor license.

Who's going to pay for all of that?

My friends, it's about time we started living in a style

in which we are about to become accustomed.

Here you go, my good fellow.

Beau, let me have a little cash, will you?

How much?

That'll do.

Buy yourself a gondola?

Grazie, signor.

Mille grazie.

Well, you gave that man 6,000 lire.

Piddling $7.

$9 and 57.68 cents.

So? He'll remember us.

He might even remember us at the court-martial.

You can't be court-martialed but I can.

And I'm getting worried.

Frankly, I'd like to pull out of this whole deal right now.

Beau!

I'm going to save you from yourself.

I won't let you pull out.

Why?

Because you're my friend, that's why.

And because you got $300, that's why.

I figured it wasn't all sentiment.

Jas, how's the power supply?

110 volts in, 24 out.

Right on the nose.

All set up? Anytime.

All yours, Mr. Gilliam.

You may fire when ready.

I'm ready.

We've got him!

Of course, we've got him.

"Code, 7" what is it?

Computer clear.

Max awaiting your data.

Tell him to stand by for further orders.

That's a good man you got out there, jas.

Now all you have to do is scoot over to the casino.

Watch the wheel.

When you got enough dope, phone me here.

I'll shoot the numbers out to Max.

Beau will join you as soon as he gets into his civvies.

My civvies?

You brought them, didn't you?

Yeah, but I won't wear them, Fergie.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you saw the duty board this morning.

We were specifically ordered to wear whites.

Any officer caught ashore in his civvies

is going to have his tail in a sling.

And it was signed by admiral Fitch himself.

Old foghorn.

Fergie, we agreed not to break any regulations

we didn't have to.

But we have to.

We can't into the casino in Navy uniform.

It's off limits.

Off limits and in civvies, too.

I'll be breaking two regulations at once.

That's right.

It's kind of a package deal.

Now get in there and get out of those whites

and that's an order, lieutenant junior grade Gilliam.

You sure love trouble, don't you?

Whenever there's a risk involved,

you light up like a beacon, you glow all over.

Some people function better when things get hot.

That was fine in Korea;

That's what got you all those medals.

Only what's it going to get you in peacetime?

Money.

You know, there was once a great philosopher named Nietzsche

who said, "live dangerously."

It's the only time you live at all."

But it's my life you're living dangerously.

Fergie, do I have to?

Yep.

What's that smell?

My civvies.

I don't mean your civvies; I mean, what's that smell?

That's my civvies, too.

Bobby Jo packed them for me back home.

She's partial to the moth balls.

No, she's not partial to it... she's in love with it.

Well, maybe I shouldn't wear it?

You know, a smell like this in that casino.

They'll love you in the casino.

There won't be a moth around for 40 miles.

Jas, how long before we get those sample numbers?

520 spins of the wheel.

Say, 50 seconds a spin...

7 hours, 13 minutes and 12 seconds.

Are you going to stand at that table for 7 hours.

Suppose he has to go to the men's room?

Don't be silly.

He's a scientist.

Anyway, you're going to be there to take over.

Well, there's one thing I got to do first.

I promised Bobby Jo if I ever got to venice,

I'll buy her some venetian glass.

Well, wait until we get to Japan.

The best venetian glass comes from Yokohama.

Now look, Fergie, this is for my wife.

And when a man promises his wife...

What's the use?

I know his views about marriage.

He thinks it's for the birds.

Now how could I possibly think that?

You ever know any birds that were honest-to-goodness married?

I mean, they shack up a little now and then but...

I'm sorry.

I must have the wrong room.

Are you sure?

Well, we're in the suite just below

and I must have stepped off on the wrong floor.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

Hi-Dee.

My name's Fergie Howard.

How do you do?

Come in.

- Sit down. - No.

No thanks.

Are you Navy men?

Are you referring to the united states Navy, ma'am?

Well, there's just something about the way

you look and stand.

I thought may be one of us.

One of whom?

You mean, you're in the Navy?

Call me Navy brat, courtesy of my father.

It always sounds so dopey to say your father's an admiral.

An admiral?

An admiral?

An admiral.

Admiral Fitch.

So you're admiral Fitch's daughter.

How did you know that?

You should couldn't be his son.

And after all, he's the only admiral in venice.

You mean that the admiral is actually staying here.

At this hotel?

Is there anything wrong with this hotel?

Well, I think we're lucky.

Imagine, sharing the same roof with the great admiral Fitch.

That certainly proves you're not Navy.

In the fleet they call him "old foghorn."

Not to his face, of course.

How disloyal.

"Old foghorn," imagine.

A man who had been on the cover of time.

I don't know what the world's coming to.

The world's in a bad shape, all right.

And it's getting worse every second.

Well, to me it's looking very, very pretty.

Miss Fitch, I'd like you to meet our chaperones.

This is Jason eldridge, my very good friend.

And this... Schillkraut, ma'am.

Beauregard schillkraut.

And I'm very pleased to meet you.

Won't that glass shop of yours

be closing pretty soon, schillkraut?

Yeah.

Well, good-bye.

So long, jas.

Yeah, yeah.

Excuse me.

Look, you give me a ring as soon as you get that information.

Are you out of your head?

The admiral's daughter?

Yes, sounds like a great idea.

Great idea, my foot.

You'll land all of us...

Fergie, you're glowing again.

Don't worry about a thing.

Well, here we are.

That's the quickest scuttling of chaperones I've ever seen.

You're not listening.

I said, "here we are."

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Close the drapes, bring out the liquor

and let's get this show on the road.

Action, that's what I like.

None of that beating around the bush.

Take it easy.

Look, miss Fitch.

- Call me Julie. - All right, Julie.

It had to happen, it had to happen.

Not necessarily.

All I meant... I'm putty in your hands.

What are you, some kind of a sex fiend?

Just teaching you a little lesson.

Don't make jokes with admiral's daughters.

We cut our teeth on sea wolves...

Than which nothing is wolfier.

Do you give out many of these lessons?

As many as I have to.

But I've got to admit, you scare off pretty easily.

I think I feel my courage oozing back.

Want to try again?

School's out for the day.

How long you going to be in venice?

Why?

I want to see you.

What for?

Another lesson?

No more lessons.

I just want to talk to you.

I want to be near you.

I felt something the minute you walked in the door.

Is this pitch for real?

But I'm staying in venice just as long as my father does.

How about you?

I'll stay as long as you do.

Come on.

No, I mean it.

You stay as long as your father,

I stay as long as your father.

Time means nothing to me.

Are you loaded?

Are you some kind of a deported gangster?

I'll tell you all about myself at dinner tonight.

Harry's bar, 7:00 date?

Mr. Howard, we've barely met,

but you have convinced me of one thing.

What?

You're crazy.

Julie, please have dinner with me.

Well, what do I have to do to buy you a steak?

Enlist in the Navy?

Wear one of those chokey collars?

Would that open the door or anything?

I had my fill of brass buttons by the time I was 18.

And at 19, I swore an oath

the hand that salutes my father will never hold mine.

Never?

"Navy daughter all her life cannot be a Navy wife."

Julie, you're wonderful.

But I haven't even said yes to dinner.

Well, I thought we settled all that.

All right, I know when I'm licked.

7:00?

7:00

Well, if I had to stumble into the wrong room,

I guess I picked the right one.

Pick me up at 6:30.

I want you to meet daddy.

Good evening, sir.

My name is Fergie Howard.

7 red.

Jason, how much longer?

205 spins.

It... it's a mothball.

Camphor.

Comprende?

No.

Prego.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

Take over.

27 in the red.

Jason, for Pete's sake.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

Jason, no!

I've told you time and time again, wear your glasses.

Jason.

You know you can't see anything without them.

The 15 in the black.

Write that down.

Jason, what in the world are you doing in venice?

Don't miss anything, Beau.

7 red.

Place your bets.

The canals are getting worse every year.

You shouldn't be so vain about wearing glasses.

Someday you're going to run that pretty face into a brick wall.

I only wear them when there's something

I'm interested in seeing.

Do you know how long it's been since that night in Washington?

To the hour.

You want the latest quotation?

Why did you run away, Jason?

I didn't run away.

I walked away.

From me.

From you and $40 million.

Or is it 50 by now?

60.

Jason, is it my fault my father manufactures frankfurters?

Nope.

It's just that they're so profitable.

I can see the story in the society pages.

"Penniless professor weds wienie heiress."

Do you know what you'd be eating the rest of your life?

Your father's frankfurters.

They're very good.

Not good enough for Princess Pam.

Jason, you're such a fool.

Put your glasses on.

I don't want to see you.

Well, you haven't told me what you're doing in venice.

That's right, I haven't.

I came over to get married.

May I ask what man has been blessed with such good fortune?

I say fortune advisedly.

Jason eldridge.

If I had to guess who I'd never run into in venice,

I'd pick Jason the genius.

How are you?

How are you, Tommy.

Pam, my sweet.

Sorry.

Bartender.

I suppose Pam's told you the good news.

She told me the news, yeah.

Maybe you'll be around for the wedding in 3 weeks.

I doubt it.

I'm just on a quick business trip.

Government business.

You science fellas are real glamor boys these days.

A little different from prep school when we used to round up

all you greasy grinds and toss you into the lake.

Yeah, those were the happy times all right.

Seriously, if there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

I happen to have a little influence

on the diplomatic level

and I'll have more when they give me Rome.

Someone's giving you Rome?

I expect so.

Would it be rude of me to ask who?

Pardon?

Tommy's in the government now.

Which one?

Our state department.

A very important job in Rome.

Which reminds me, stag dinner tonight for that admiral fella.

Pam, I'm afraid you're on your own this evening.

I'll be all right.

You sure, darling?

I'll look both ways before crossing canals.

Good girl.

Say, why don't you have dinner with old eldridge tonight?

Don't you think it might be more elegant

to ask old eldridge first?

Well, I naturally assumed that...

How about it, Jason?

It's all right with me.

Old eldridge, you swept me off my feet.

That's it then.

Now I've got to go write an after-dinner speech.

What's a man supposed to say about an admiral?

Well, if it's admiral Fitch... It is, why?

I don't think this will help much,

but I understand in the fleet he's known affectionately

as "old foghorn."

That a fact.

Well, good-bye, my sweet.

Old foghorn?

I'll use it.

Yeah, do that.

Say something nice, Jason.

Say something nice about Tommy Dane or I'm leaving right now.

Well?

I'm thinking.

All right, Jason.

Pam.

Pam, wait.

Now, listen.

Listen to me.

I beg your pardon?

Wait a minute, listen.

Tommy Dane is a fine fellow.

He's sober, industrious and a boon to our foreign policy.

In fact, he's a first-class prince.

Ok?

Ok.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Miss Fitch's suite, please.

Admiral Fitch here.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Who's this?

Some blame fool isn't answering.

May I speak to miss Fitch, please?

Stand by.

It's for you, dear.

Thank you.

Hello?

Mr. Howard, where are you?

Dad's been waiting to meet you.

Yeah, well look, I'm afraid I'm going to

have to cancel out on our date tonight.

Well, frankly, I've suffered a burn.

Well, not too serious, but...

Wait a minute.

- Good bye, dad. - Bye, dear.

Have a nice time.

I'm sorry, but my father was just leaving.

Well, like I said.

It's not too serious but, well, it's painful of course

and I may be running a temperature but...

No, no.

I wouldn't want you to do that.

Really?

What kind of ointment.

You don't say.

Really works that fast?

Well, that's certainly very nice of you, Julie.

You're an angel of mercy.

Bye.

Servizio Romeo.

Hello, this is suite 4-6.

Dinner for two.

Grazie.

What did you say was in this?

It's a mild concoction of Brandy, vodka, and champagne.

Draschke.

Pardon?

Draschke.

As long as you can drink vodka

and still say draschke, without it coming out "drofsky,"

then you're perfectly sober.

How's your wound, Mr. Howard?

It wasn't really very bad.

You probably noticed.

I did.

Still, burns can be very painful.

I know they can.

Would you rather I left?

No!

No, it feels fine, see?

That ointment of yours is a real miracle drug.

Do you know what my ointment is?

No.

Peanut butter.

I thought it was a little lumpy...

- Peanut butter? - Shhh!

Not so loud!

Why, up until now

the only thing people have used peanut butter for is to eat.

We may have discovered something.

You wanted to come up here, so you told me you had an ointment.

I put it in the cold cream jar, too.

Julie... you're a fat little faker.

Mr. Howard, it's very decent of you to say so.

Most men wouldn't.

But then, you're unusual.

Well, I told you that.

But I didn't believe you!

That is, well, until somewhere between the fish

and the souffle,

you just seized me with surprise.

Seized you?

I didn't lay a glove on you.

That was the surprise!

Well...

Beware of the wolf that moves slowly.

You know, if you knew the truth, Julie...

The truth of it is, Mr. Howard...

And this may hurt... You are a nice fellow.

I deny that.

You've been a charming and gracious host.

Your manners were fine and your jokes were clean.

Someday you're going to make somebody a wonderful husband.

Oof.

Fergie, are you one of those men who,

when it comes to marriage, would rather die than...?

No, no.

I'm one of those men, when it comes to marriage,

that has an opinion of... not favorable.

Then why were you so nice to me?

Most people who think the way you do

act like a one-man boarding party.

Well, frankly, it entered my mind,

but when you sat there...

Looked the way you looked...

I just couldn't.

Apparently I can.

Apparently.

What was that?

It was the Nina, the pinta, and the Santa Maria!

$35 worth of venetian glass!

Well, maybe it's not all broken.

Well, how did you manage to drop it, schillkraut?

Manage to?

I walk in here and find you with an admiral's dau...

With a practical stranger.

I think he had a perfect right to drop it.

And I think I need some fresh air.

"Drofsky"...i do.

Got those numbers?

Here.

Jason's at the casino, near the phone booth.

All right, shoot 'em out to Max.

With her here?

The blinker's in the bedroom.

We don't want to keep Jason waiting.

Well, he won't mind.

- He's got a girl with him. - A girl?

You mean he's letting some girl interfere with this setup?

Are you kidding me?

Yeah.

Get moving.

Hello.

Jason?

Yeah, he just got here.

Yes.

Well, we've got those figures.

Yeah, well, I'll give you a call as soon as Max

has them processed.

Give me your number. Got it.

The minute I hear from Max, we start the ball rolling.

Right!

Look, if you and your friends have some business...

It's nothing, just dull everyday high finance.

My assistant's attending to it.

- He seems very young. - The youngest.

Did you see the expression on his face

when he walked in and caught us in the act?

Well, I wouldn't describe a little kiss as an act.

Little kiss?

Sank 3 ships.

Yes?

It's dad!

Come on in, dad.

I see you got the note I left.

Yeah...- I'm sorry, sir.

It was stupid of me not to realize.

It certainly was.

Didn't you notice all the braid?

Forgive him, dad.

You know how civilians are.

Yeah, yeah.

Well... aren't you going to shake hands?

It's a great pleasure meeting you, sir.

Yeah.

Is everything all right here?

Yes, except I didn't expect to see you quite so soon.

Well, I left early.

Full dinner, full speeches...

You know a damn fool named Tommy Dane?

No, sir. Why?

Damn fool!

He kept calling me "old foghorn."

No wonder you're in such a bristly mood.

Won't you sit down, sir?

No, no.

I've got a full reception.

Hey, you want to come?

Please, dad.

- Well, I don't blame you. - Fergie?

Fergie, I think you oughta come in here...

This is Julie's father, Mr. Schillkraut.

I'm very pleased to meet you, mr.Schillkraut...

Fitch!

Admiral Fitch!

Relax, young fella.

You're not in my command.

Yes, sir!

I mean, no, sir!

Schillkraut, what was it you wanted?

Well... it was nothing.

Would you excuse me, please?

Excuse me.

Are you sure everything's all right here?

Beau.

Beau!

He recognized us... I saw it in his eyes!

Don't be a dope.

An admiral never recognizes anyone except another admiral.

Now get on that blinker and tell that ship

to stop flashing for a while.

Yeah.

That's peculiar.

Someone's flashing the shore.

Where?

There, there.

See, it's from the elmira.

Do you read morse code?

I haven't been able to read code since I was an ensign.

Well, it stopped.

Probably some sailor signaling to his girl.

Probably... yeah.

Well, I'm... I'm shoving off.

Say good night to that civilian for me.

Now, if you need anything,

there's two shore patrolmen stationed downstairs.

Thank you, dad.

What's going on in here?

Julie, your father.

He's gone.

I knew there was something fishy!

Fishy?

What's fishy?

Well, for one thing... that.

It's a heat lamp.

Schillkraut here's got a little cold, and...

Don't call him schillkraut.

He doesn't answer to it.

And that is not a heat lamp.

It's a blinker.

A blinker!

Well, the man who sold it to me swore up and down...

And to clinch matters, I read morse code.

"Max standing by."

Now, who and what are you?

Lieutenant Ferguson Howard, ma'am.

United States Navy.

Lieutenant junior grade beauregard Gilliam, ma'am.

United States Navy.

Retired.

Official 1-8?

Admiral Fitch.

There's been flashing from the computing room on the elmira.

Get a signalman up to my suite, immediately.

You wanted the story of my life?

You've got it.

I still think if I'd gotten that bicycle for Christmas

when I was 13 years old,

none of this would have happened.

Julie, my fate is in your hands.

"You stay as long as your father does."

"I'll stay as long as your father does."

"Time means nothing to me."

Brother.

Julie... are you going to turn me in?

I don't know.

I'm not sure whether you're a criminal,

or just seriously disturbed.

Anyway, let's get back to the bicycle.

What color was it?

Red!...blue!

Look, Julie, you run me out like a deck swab.

Who cares about imaginary bicycles?

So there wasn't any bicycle!

I told you, I didn't get it!

All right, all right.

Let your father keelhaul me all the way

to the Brooklyn Navy yard.

Let him send me to the brig!

Maybe he should, just for your own protection.

People who think they can get rich from gambling.

It's not gambling... It's science.

Listen...

Beau's in there now, sending off the numbers.

Jason's waiting at the tables.

Julie... don't stand in the way of scientific progress.

Well, of all the silly arguments!

The answer is coming through!

Tell him to hold it!

Julie... For science.

For me.

Go ahead.

You're going to need all the money you can get

when they throw you out of the Navy.

Julie... Battle stations!

Get on the phone.

Lido 3-7.

Lido 3-7.

Here it comes!

Jason?

Hold on, wait.

After... After... Primary... Primary...

Revolution... Revolution... Next drop...

Next drop... Will be... Will be...

165 degrees... 165 degrees...

- West... - West... Of number shown.

Of number shown.

If... First... Revolution... Zero...

Revolution?

Hold... All... Action... End.

Revolution?

Drop will be... 165 degrees.

Get me a chart of the harbor.

Get me a map of venice.

You got it, jas?

Very good.

Well, I haven't got it.

What does it all mean?

This is a roulette wheel.

The ball drops there.

Jason counts back 165 degrees, bets on the next spin,

the ball drops here, or on one number on either side.

He bets all 3... We can't lose.

Admiral, what does it mean?

Well, if I were an enemy spy,

I might be able to tell you.

Security, security!

Captain angle here!

165 degrees... 160.

Is that where the drop is going to be?

Gentlemen!

That's smack in the middle of the fleet!

Get over to the casino and help Jason.

Take this... you may need it to carry the money.

Alert the venice police.

Cancel all leaves.

I want every gig and picket boat in the fleet,

fully manned, fully armed.

Circle the entire city!

Security?

There's a man signaling from the elmira.

Place him under immediate arrest!

No, no, no.

Negative on that order.

Don't alert him.

No, no.

Post a guard at the computing room door.

No one enters, no one leaves.

No, there may be more messages,

and we'll need them to...

To break the code.

The drop will be exactly... in section indicated,

or one section east or west.

East or west of what?

Number 12 in the red.

Pay that gentleman.

It works.

The crazy thing works!

Jason, what's going on?

A system.

There's no such thing.

I know it.

Pam, will you marry me?

27, 13, and 6.

What did you say?

27, 13, and 6.

Before that!

12, 18, and 9.

I mean, about marrying me!

You did ask me to marry you, didn't you?

No, but I'll talk to my wife.

Excuse me.

Listen to me.

You did ask me to marry you, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yes!

Yup.

Well, you certainly have your nerve, old eldridge!

You disappear out of my life,

I don't even hear from you for 3 years,

and then, all of a sudden...

Don't you understand?

I never had any money before.

But now... 27 in the red.

The gentleman wins again.

Now I've got it!

Or I will have.

Enough to buy up every braunschweiger

your father ever stuffed.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

Jason, this is ridiculous!

It certainly is! 11, 36, 30.

I'm not talking about bets,

I'm talking about your marrying me.

Don't you realize I'm engaged?

I came to venice to marry Tommy Dane!

Now, if you want to talk about something really ridiculous,

you're on the right track.

You don't love Tommy Dane.

You don't even like Tommy Dane.

I suppose I love you.

Well, don't you?

Yes, heaven help me.

Then, why argue?

Jason!

Number 11 in the red.

Pay that gentleman again.

I've broken code in Russian, sir,

and I've broken it in hindustani,

but I can't break this.

Why not?

Because it didn't code, sir.

Well, then, what does it mean?

That, sir, I couldn't say.

Ammiraglio...

The venice press, they got wind of something.

So has the a.P.

Shall I give them a story, sir?

No, no.

Nothing to the newspapers!

Not a word!

If I may speak for the state department,

I agree completely with old foghorn.

To alarm the city before old foghorn

knows exactly what's going on could cause a panic.

I'm in favor of leaving everything

in old foghorn's hands.

What do you say, sir?

I say, if you call me old foghorn once more,

I'll belt you one!

Sir?

There's word from one of our picket boats, sir.

They report spotting blinker signals

from shore, early this evening.

What signals?

What did they say?

Just a series of numbers, sir, from zero to 36.

From zero to... What do you make of that?

Sounds like the numbers on a roulette wheel.

Damn it!

This is no time for jokes!

Did they say where on shore the blinker was?

No, sir.

Well, if they flash again, tell them to pinpoint it!

Yes, sir.

Picket 6, this is 1.

Repeat try to pinpoint.

Don't... Don't tell me it doesn't answer.

It's a phone booth in the casino.

There's got to be somebody th...

Did it work?

Come on, man.

Don't keep me in suspense.

She knows.

I had to tell her.

- Did it work? - You told her?

An admiral's daughter...

It's all right, she's on our side.

Just call me Benedict Arnold.

Did it work?

Sort of.

Sort of!