All language subtitles for The Incredible Mr Limpet 1964_English SDH [English] (SUBRIP)

When we locked this file back in 1945,
I hoped we'd never have to open it again.

Can't we just keep it closed
and mark it "Rest in Peace"?

Not while naval scientists
are trying to prove...

...that porpoises have brain structures
rivaling man's.

Tests are proving these sea creatures
are so intelligent and possess...

...such amazing faculties
that they seem almost human.

Even superhuman.

And they think that he might
be teaching them?

- That's right, lieutenant.
- But, admiral--

Do you think we'll be able to find him
after all these years?

That's our assignment, to find him.

And if what they think is so, to try to get him
to coordinate his work with our scientists.

"September, 1941."
That's when it first started.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's when it started.

I never knew him,
you know, until after...

- Is that a good likeness?
- Perfect.

Yes. At least that's the way
he looked before--

Well, you know--

How he was when...

In September '41 before...

And this...

...taken by one of our divers.

Is there any doubt in your mind?

No, that's him.

Just when I almost managed
to forget...

...it all comes back like-- Like a nightmare.

- Skipper!
- We have no choice, lieutenant.

Orders from the very top.
They're recalling him to active duty.

And we must stay with it until
we complete our mission:

To find...

... Henry Limpet.

GEORGE: I don't know.
Henry always lived in a world of his own.

I remember way back when he was
working as a bookkeeper in Brooklyn.

[LAUGHS]

[ALL LAUGHING]

There you are, Mr. Limpet.

Thank you. Thank you, Miss Barnes.

I know what it is to be
without your glasses.

Well, did you have your physical
this morning?

I suppose we'll be losing you
to the Navy soon, then?

- I'm afraid not.
- Really?

No, my eyesight. And a few other
things. I'm classified 4-F.

Everybody can't be a hero, Mr. Limpet.
We need men like you at home too.

- Why?
- Well-- To give to the blood bank, of course.

Well, they don't want my blood either.

- There's always your job here at the office.
- Miss Barnes, my job here isn't that important.

They could hire almost anybody
to replace me.

I'm sure your wife will be happy
to know you'll never be called.

Well, I hope so.
But Bessie's very patriotic.

And very healthy. They may take her. Ha, ha.

[PHONE RINGS]

-Henry Limpet.
BESSIE [OVER PHONE]: Henry? Henry.

- Hello, Bessie.
- Henry, George is here--

- George Stickle?
- Yes. Now, Henry--

- He's back on liberty?
- Yes, he is.

- That's nice.
- Don't interrupt me. You go to the draft board?

- Yes, I did, Bessie. They rejected me.
- Rejected? Again?

Let's not say too much
about this in front of George, all right?

[SCREAMS]

Now, Henry, you come
right straight home from work.

Don't hang around that pet shop for hours.

Don't be upset, Miss Barnes.

There's a fish in the water cooler.

HENRY:
I know. It's mine.

Hi, there.

Hi. Hi.

Hi, Hen, old boy! Ha!

- George. Good to see you, George.
- Good to see you, little buddy.

Don't you look important? That uniform
and all those doodads on your sleeve.

- Just a couple of hash marks.
- Don't apologize, George.

For your information, Henry, I am now
a machinist's mate 2nd class.

Machinist's mate 2nd class. You look
first-class to me, George. Ha-ha-ha.

What kind of a machine
are you mated to?

That's a little bit of humor.

Hey, Bess! Time to take over.
Lover-boy's here.

- Hello, dear.
- Hello, Henry.

Control yourself, Henry. We have a guest.

- I'm sorry, George.
- A little sticky, Casanova, but I'll forgive you.

Henry, isn't it wonderful?

George has liberty the whole weekend,
and he wants to spend it with us.

Whole weekend? Oh, well, that's great.

Well, little buddy,
I hear you missed the boat, huh?

The boat? No, I missed
the subway train, but I--

No, no, Hanky pal,
down at the draft board.

Washed out completely, I hear.

Oh, that. Well, you can't
win them all, George.

Bessie!

Yes, George. What is it?

What say we clear the decks
for action, go dancing?

- Feel like shaking a leg, Henry?
- Oh, no thanks, George.

I can't. I have this faulty equilibrium
due to poor vision.

Henry, how many times must I tell you,
you do not rumba with your eyes!

Now, don't worry.
We'll think of something exciting.

Say, listen, I have an idea.

Why don't we go to the university tomorrow
for Professor Hoffmeyer's lecture?

- Lecture?
- Yeah, on decapods of the genera Pagurus.

You know, George, he's gonna talk about
the mating habits of the shellfish. Ha, ha.

It's a little risqué.
Sort of for adults only, you know.

Uh, I'll just pass on that action.
I've got a weak heart.

I've got it! Why don't we run out to Coney
Island tomorrow morning? How about that?

- Well, I don't know--
- Henry!

You do not have to eat clam chowder
just because it's Coney Island! We'll go!

I hate to miss that lecture,
but I do like the water.

Water and fish.

If you paid half as much attention to me as
those fish, I'd be the happiest wife in Flatbush.

It's just that fish are so bright
and cheerful. And so beautiful.

Look at him. Always drawing into his
shell, going off into his fish world!

Say, Henry, old boy, if you just stand
there staring down...

...at that cup of sardines,
you're liable to go off your nut.

George...

George, come here.

Have you given much thought
to the Devonian Period?

- The what?
- The Devonian Period of the Paleozoic Era.

You know, it followed the Silurian
and preceded the Carboniferous Eras.

- I try not to think of things like that, Henry.
- Well, I've given it a lot of thought, George.

A lot of thought.

Do you realize that our ancestors
were fish?

Maybe your ancestors, Henry, not mine.

Henry, maybe you ought to try to find a new
hobby. Maybe go in for parakeets.

- George, I'm not joking. I can explain.
- He sure can, George.

He's read hundreds of scientific books
on the subject.

He claims millions of years ago there
was nothing but fish in the world.

That's right. And then, you see, some of those
ancient creatures became amphibians...

...and they crawled out on land. Then millions
of years later they became men.

- I know some who ought to crawl right back.
- But doesn't it give you a thrill of hope?

Hope for what, Henry?

Well, with the war in Europe
and new weapons being invented all the time...

...what if men were actually foolish enough
to destroy themselves completely?

Then the fish in the ocean would develop
into a new race of men...

...and this time they might
turn out better.

How would you like a cocktail, George?

Fine, fine.

Excuse me, Henry.

I wish I were a fish.

Fish have a better life than people.

BESSIE:
Henry! The water! Oh!

What a mess!

- Just look-- Just look at my rug!
- I've got it stopped now, Bessie.

Henry, you are floating yourself right out
of your happy home with this crazy hobby!

I'm gonna run down to the pet store and
get a new regulator for the intake hose.

And be sure to take all of this junk with you!
The fish, tank, bowl, the whole works!

- You mean get rid of them?
- You bet I do. Everything. Everything out!

- But, Bessie!
- Henry Limpet, either those fish go or I do!

Well, which is it to be?

[SPEAKS INAUDIBLY]

I keep remembering how hurt
they looked when I left them.

- Who looked hurt?
- My fish. When I left them at the pet shop.

For heaven's sake, Henry, forget that.

We're out to enjoy ourselves.
For once.

Say, Bessie, did I tell you about
my last stretch of patrol duty near Bermuda?

You wrote us all about that.

Oh. I probably left out
the most exciting details.

See, I don't like to brag, but, I tell you,
when we put out to sea that one morning...

- It was at night, wasn't it?
- Right. Yeah, right. Good memory, Henry.

We went out to sea that night with me
in the engine room--

I thought you were on the bridge
with the admiral?

Now, Henry, was it you or George
who made that voyage?

I'm sorry, George.

There are just a lot of things
you don't mention in the open, Henry.

We're not in the war. Why can't
you tell us about your destroyer?

- The USS Elias J. Starbright, isn't it?
- Shh!

Keep it down about my ship,
will you?

There are things you don't understand, Henry,
not being in the service.

- I tried.
- I can tell you this, though.

There are so many Nazi submarines below
the surface you could walk to Europe on them.

The ocean's jumping with U-boats ready
to go in case Uncle Sam gets in the fight.

I don't want to start a panic, Henry, so you
keep all this under your hat, right?

Right, Bessie?

[CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Hen, old boy, did I ever tell you
about the Caribbean?

Man, what a liberty we had
in a port near Trinidad!

And Miami. Wow.

- Did you ever do the rumba, Henry?
- Huh? No, I have faulty equilibrium.

Yes, sir! Join the Navy and have a whirl.

Barbados, Kingston, the Virgin Islands.

Ah. Lunch is almost ready.

It must be wonderful
down there in your world.

Not a 4-F in the bunch.

Come along, Henry!

HENRY: I don't wanna wait
a million years to go back again.

More than anything, I wish
I could be one of you right now.

I wish...

I wish I were a fish.

[SPLASHES]

Henry! George, Henry can't swim.
Save him!

Oh, what will we do?

Save him!

Get some help! Call the lifeguard!
Get the police!

Police! Lifeguard! Help!

[POLICE WHISTLE BLOWS]

You all right, son?

[CROWD MURMURING]

OFFICER: Come on. All right, move out.
It's all over. It's all over.

Sorry, Bessie. I'll try again.

He doesn't even know how to swim.

Heh. And Bessie thought I couldn't swim.

BESSIE: He doesn't know how to swim.
He doesn't know how to--

OFFICER:
Keep clear here!

[POLICE SIREN BLARING]

OFFICER:
Let me help you, son.

Bessie! What's gonna happen
to poor Bessie?

BESSIE:
George. George.

- Didn't you see any sign of him at all?
- Afraid he's gone, Bessie.

Guess he must have lost his glasses
during the fall.

- I saw a fish wearing them.
- Fish?

[BESSIE SOBBING]

-Oh, no. Oh, George!
GEORGE: Now, now, now.

There, Bessie, we'd better
get going home now.

There we go. There we go.

OFFICER: All right, folks, back up, please.
Let us through. Keep it clear, please.

BESSIE:
Oh, no.

HENRY: And I thought it all
would be so beautiful.

Wish I were home with Bessie.

What am I gonna do now?

Bessie won't like it at all.

I've never stayed out all night before.

Maybe I should have listened to Bessie.

I got this back from the pet shop.

It didn't seem right leaving it,
with Henry--

I mean, well, he was so crazy about it.

Don't you think it would
make a nice planter?

Oh, sure. Sure. And you could fix it up
with dried seaweed and stuff.

- Make sort of a memorial for old Hen.
- George, that's sweet.

- And I think he would appreciate that.
- Ah, here's the notice:

"Henry Limpet, a bookkeeper, residing
at 1313 Pleasant Avenue, Flatbush, yesterday...

...fell or jumped from a pier at Coney Island.
The body was not recovered.

Limpet is survived by his widow,
Bessie Limpet."

BESSIE:
Poor Henry.

Hi!

Gee, I must be nearing Florida.
Parrotfish live in southern waters.

Hi! I'm Henry Limpet. I'm-- I'm--

FISH:
Hmph!

Ugh!

CRUSTY: Jumping St. Elmo's fire!
Who in blue blazes invited you in here?

Huh? Who--?

- What is it?
- Slamming into my private quarters.

Come about and stand by for action,
you four-eyed flounder!

Say, you're talking to me.

You bet your binnacle
I'm talking to you, matey!

Now, hoist your tail and get!

Why, you're a splendid specimen
of a Pagurus pollicaris.

In common terminology,
you're a crustacean, a hermit crab.

- I'm glad to meet you, Crusty.
- Crusty! That does it!

Put up your fins! I'm gonna swab
the ocean floor with you.

Ow!

Hey! Take it easy. I don't wanna fight!

Let that be a lesson to you,
you confounded, four-eyed--

Say, what are you, anyway?

You related to the porpoise family, maybe?

No, I'm a Limpet. Henry Limpet from
Brooklyn. You know, Flatbush.

I've seen flat fish, but I've never
seen no four-eyed flat bush.

Well, you see, I--

Well, I'm not really a fish, I'm a man.

Or I was a man until quite recently.

Listen, Flatbush, anything I hate,
it's a smart-aleck fish.

I didn't mean to barge in on you,
but a shark was chasing me.

Shark! Jumping jellyfish!

Just swing about and let that shark
chase you full speed away from here!

Oh!

[BELLOWS]

Golly! Did that come out of me?

Hurricane! Typhoon! Stand by for a blow!

HENRY:
There's no hurricane.

It was just me.

Just you? You mean to say
that blast came out of you?

Why, you loudmouth
son of a bellerin' barracuda!

That belch of yours liked to capsize me
in the backwash.

If you sound off like that again,
I swear...

...I'll batten your gills
and lower the boom on you.

And furthermore--

[BELLOWS]

Crusty?

Crusty? You all right, Crusty?

Gotta hand it to you, Flatbush...

...that whale-busting noise of yours
is really something.

I guess that long-legged blob of shrimp bait'll
think twice before he fools with us again.

Well, guess I'll be off.

Off? Where you going?

I'd like to see if I can
locate others of my kind.

Well, then I figure I'd better go along
to keep you out of trouble.

Hey, great! Climb aboard, Crusty.

And I got a feeling I'm gonna be busier
than a one-armed octopus with hives.

We're off!

All right, Flatbush, let her rip.

HENRY:
Look! A freighter!

CRUSTY: Hey, let's not get too close
to the critter.

Don't worry, it's not alive.

Not alive? Suffering swordfish!

What kind of sea monster you reckon
killed a whopper like that?

HENRY:
A torpedo did it.

CRUSTY:
A torpedi?

Full speed away before
that blasted torpedi comes back.

Oh, they won't attack us,
they're just after ships.

Hey, don't go moseying around
in this thing's innards.

No wonder this thing died!
Look at the kind of stuff it ate.

Here's the captain's logbook.

Hey, listen to what it says.

This ship was carrying
important cargo for the Allies.

Listen to what it says?
I didn't hear it say anything, Flatbush.

There must be a way to stop
the Nazi submarines.

If only I could help.

Quit mumbling to yourself, Flatbush.
Come on, let's shove off.

This must be the captain's cabin.

Crusty, there's another fish in here!
A vicious-looking brute!

Ugliest critter I've ever seen.
Gangway, get me out of here!

[LAUGHS]

It's only a mirror. It's me.

That's what I look like.

Well, swab my scuppers. Another Flatbush.

I'm not a bad-looking fish at that.

Really, a pretty unique specimen. Heh.

You've got some good points,
but beauty ain't one of them.

Look at that strong gill structure.

Did you ever see
such a fine dorsal formation?

But maybe I'm a freak!

Am I gonna be like this
for just a little while or always?

I'm probably the only one of my kind.

Oh, if only there was another
fish like me, even just one.

Someone who would understand me.

[GROANING]

[MOTOR RUMBLING]

- Listen. Don't you hear that sound?
- What sound?

I better go up topside and have a look.

HENRY:
How awful!

[LAUGHING]

Did you see that?
They're trained to save each other!

HENRY:
Are you all right?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Oh, well, gosh...

That was nothing at all. I mean, nothing.

Oh, yes, it was.
It was very nice of you.

- And very clever.
- Heh.

[STAMMERING]

It was just a simple thing, really.
I mean, anyone could have done it.

Well, I think you're wonderful.

Well, uh...

Say, does that mean that you...

-...like me?
- Oh, yes, I like you very...

-...very much.
- Is that right? Heh.

Well, golly, I mean... Heh.

- What's your name?
- Name?

- I don't know what you mean.
- What people--

- I mean, what fish call you by.
- I've never heard of such a thing.

Oh.

Well, let's see.

I'll call you "Ladyfish."

Do you like that?

Yeah, Ladyfish!

By the way, my name is Limpet.
Henry--

Oh. Oh. Heh.

Limpet.

- All right, Limpet, shall we go?
- Go? Go where?

Why, to the spawning grounds.
After what you did for me, I--

Now, wait!
You don't know what you're saying.

Oh, but I do.

All I can say is:

Mush and bilge water! Huh.

Well? Do you like it?

Wow!

Bessie, you're a knockout!

You know what that dress reminds me of?
The first time I saw you. Remember?

Your pop brought me for dinner.

Oh, George, imagine your remembering,
after all these years.

Thank you. That was even before Henry--

Limpet, what is that on your nose?

On my nose?

Oh, oh. Ha, ha.

Those are my eyeglasses. Heh.

- You see, I have a little astigmatism.
- Tigma-tism.

[GIGGLES]

Astigmatisms must be very nice.

They make you look so distinguished.

Well, they help me to see
a long way off. Heh.

Do you see that barracuda
coming at us?

Oh, Limpet, Limpet, we'll be killed!

HENRY:
Just watch this.

[BELLOWS]

Oh!

You're very wonderful.

Shall we go?

Ladyfish.

You see, you don't understand.

See, I have to tell you that...

Well, I'm married.

Married? What is that?

Well, I have a wife.

Oh. Is that like astigmatism?

Oh, no. I mean I already have
another lady fish.

Oh, that! Shall we go?

- You mean it doesn't make a difference to you?
- Well, I don't see why it should.

Well, it's just not done.

Say, do you run off
to those spawning grounds...

...with every Tom, Dick and, and fish
that comes along?

Oh, no. You see, up until now
I've been too young.

Yes, yes, of course. I understand.

Now shall we go?

Now, look, Ladyfish, I--

I'd sure like-- I mean--
Well, that is to say--

Do you suppose that
we could just be...

...well, more or less, friends?

Friends?

Wouldn't that be, more or less,
nothing, Limpet?

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

But-- I mean, it wouldn't be proper.

Gosh, I can't.

But, Ladyfish! I didn't mean it!

Ladyfish!

Ladyfish!

Oh, Ladyfish!

Oh, Ladyfish!

[BELLOWING]

[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[BELLOWING CONTINUES
OVER RADIO]

[SONAR BEEPING]

It's no use. I've searched everywhere.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Sunday, December 7, 1941.

All across the nation, people were stunned
as they rose to hear the news this morning...

...of the unprovoked and dastardly attack
that has led to a state of war.

The rest is a mere formality.

Sources say that the president
will ask Congress tomorrow--

Our country at war?

Technically...

...I'm not 4-F anymore.

I know, I'll go back to Brooklyn,
I'll find George Stickle and I'll...

I'll do something!

What's all this blabberdash about war
and 4-F and Stickle, and like that?

Look, Flatbush, if you're in trouble, boy,
you can count on me.

If you'd stay here and act as my lookout
for Ladyfish, I'd sure be grateful.

Not me, I'm going with you!

Oh, please, it's important, Crusty.

Tell her I love her
and I'll be back as soon as I can.

Well, all right. if you don't need me.

Oh, I need you more
than ever, old fella.

But I need you to look after her
while I'm gone.

Flatbush, take it easy, huh?

I will, Crusty.

Thanks.

So long, Flatbush!

[EXPLOSIONS]

They're missing the U-boat!

Ahoy there!

Ship ahoy!

Ahoy! Ship ahoy!

-Who's out there?
HENRY: A friend.

Ahoy there!

Ship ahoy!

Don't be alarmed. Please don't!

SAILOR 1:
Are you on a raft?

HENRY:
No, I'm swimming. I'm a fish!

Good Lord, a comedian!

HENRY:
Ahoy there!

- What are you doing off the bridge?
- We've got an unidentified contact, sir.

Why didn't you identify it?
There's a war going on!

Give the recognition signal!

HENRY: I can't!
HARLOCK: Give the recognition signal!

HENRY: I'm Henry Limpet.
I fell in the ocean and was drowned.

Only I wasn't drowned, exactly.

- Hit him with the light.
- Hit him with the light!

HARLOCK:
Give the recognition signal!

-Commence firing to starboard.
SAILOR 1: Commence firing to starboard!

SAILOR 2:
Activate sonar dome.

HENRY:
Uh-oh.

Must be the ship's underwater
listening device.

Now hear this!

HENRY [OVER HEADPHONES]:
This is Henry Limpet speaking.

This is Henry Limpet.

You missed the sub.

All engines ahead full.
Left standard rudder.

The old man should hear this.
Pipe it to the bridge!

HENRY [OVER SPEAKER]:
All engines ahead full. Left standard rudder.

All engines ahead full,
left standard rudder?

SAILOR 3:
All engines ahead full, sir.

HENRY [OVER SPEAKER]: The enemy's
hiding on the bottom. 400 yards...

...straight ahead.
Set your charges for 200 feet.

Oil slick on the starboard beam, sir.
A direct hit.

Keep scanning. Could be a Nazi trick.

HENRY: Cut that light! I'm the friend
who guided you to the U-boat.

If you're friendly,
give the recognition signal!

HENRY:
How can I convince you...

...I'm just a plain American
trying to serve my country?

Give the recognition signal at once or
we'll commence firing depth charges.

HENRY:
Now, look!

You were trying
to locate a submarine, weren't you?

You couldn't find it, could you?

And I told you where it was, didn't I?

And then you got it, didn't you?

We cannot see you!
How are you staying afloat?

HENRY:
I'd rather not say at the moment...

...you wouldn't believe me.

What the blasted blazes is this?

HENRY:
if you wanna know who I am...

...and what I can do for you,
bring George Stickle...

...machinist mate 2nd class,
out here and you'll learn the answer.

What do you make of it?

Probably a Nazi trick,
just as you said, sir.

You want to meet
with somebody called Pickle?

HENRY:
Not Pickle! Stickle!

Machinist Mate 2nd Class
George Stickle!

On the USS Elias J. Starbright!

Well, I'll do what I can. I'll send
a full report of this meeting in...

...but I can't guarantee Pickle.

Stickle!

HENRY:
Good.

I'll be at this same spot
three days from now.

Left full rudder,
all engines ahead full.

Wait till this hits the Navy departments.

Harlock, you've either been drinking
or you're suffering from severe combat fatigue!

Believe me, admiral, this strange voice
just seemed to come up right out of the water.

We haven't time for nonsense.
We've got a war on our hands.

- That's just it, admiral.
- What's just it?

The voice-- Whatever it is.
It seems to be most efficient.

It led us to a Nazi sub
and directed our charges accurately.

All right, Harlock. All right.

Let's say you heard this voice.
And it did what you say it did.

What's your explanation
for this strange phenomenon?

I don't know, sir. I only know
that it's friendly and cooperative.

It wants to work with us.

Blast it, Harlock!
We can't enlist a voice!

Why not? if it directed our depth charges
accurately.

Because I'm not going down on record as
that admiral who was packed quietly away...

...because he believed in strange voices
coming from the ocean.

Why not delegate the responsibility
to someone else?

There's nobody else crazy enough
to take it, except yourself.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Oh, not me. No me, admiral, I--
Ha, ha, ha, ha!

I was thinking about Machinist Mate
2nd Class George Pickle-- Stickle.

Who in thunder is he?

The voice asked us to bring this Stickle
out for a rendezvous with him.

Or it.

I think we can arrange a little leave for you
immediately. Take a good long rest.

Think what this could mean to us.
It could spot submarines all over the Atlantic.

Within a year we could break
the back of the Nazi U-boat threat.

All right, Harlock. We'll arrange
for Stickle to meet with this voice.

But until we learn the true nature of this
device, it will remain top-secret.

- No further discussion of it beyond this room.
- Certainly, admiral.

Except between Stickle and yourself,
of course.

You're to shoulder complete
responsibility for this, uh... secret weapon.

Commander, you've got to believe me!
I know nothing of this.

I'm just a machinist mate
2nd class attached to the--

I know all about you, Pickle.
Uh, Stickle.

I hunted through half the Navy
to find you.

- Yes, sir, but may I ask--?
- You may not! I'll ask.

Stickle...

...you have been summoned here
by a voice from the sea.

- I have, sir?
- Yes.

The voice claims to be a friend of yours.
Who do you know that might be down there?

I don't know anyone down there, sir.
Maybe a buddy on a submarine.

The voice did not come from a submarine.

So help me, sir, you've got to believe me.
I don't know anything about this!

When the voice hails us, you'll engage it
in conversation until we get a fix on it.

And destroy it if necessary.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

HENRY:
Ahoy there!

Ahoy out there!

Are you the one that hailed us
three days ago?

HENRY:
I am!

[SNAPS FINGERS]

HENRY: Did you bring George Stickle?
- He's here.

Say something, quick.

- Talk, sailor.
- Uh, uh...

Uh...
Ahoy... Ahoy there! Um...

This is George.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ge-- George Stickle.

HENRY:
Hi, George. This is Henry Limpet.

George! Did you hear me?
This is Henry!

How are you, George?

Come on, sailor! For heaven's sake, get
a grip on yourself! Keep him occupied.

Hello, Henry. It's good to hear you.
Heh, heh.

- It's impossible. Henry Limpet is dead.
- Just keep him talking.

We've got four other ships
closing in on him.

This-- This is a real surprise, Henry.
Real.

[GIGGLES]

Everybody thinks you're dead.
Ha, ha, ha!

HENRY:
I'm not, George. I'm just--

Well, a little different.

- Sure sounds like Henry's voice.
- Sir?

Radar can't detect anything.
Sonar says there's no engine vibrations.

But they do have a hydrophone
fix on the voice.

-Hit him with light.
HENRY: I've got to talk to you, George.

It's awful urgent!

George! George, why don't you answer me?

Turn that light off or I'll go away
right now!

Secure that light!

HENRY: That's better.
Now, listen to me, George.

Have them put you in a little boat all alone,
and come out here to meet me.

Break out a rubber life raft.

Ru-- Rub-- Rubber...?

No. Oh, no!

You can't make me--

You're the key to this mystery, Stickle.
You have to go.

Don't worry, we'll give you a strong
flashlight. Put him in the boat.

No, no. No.

Henry.

Henry.

He-- Henry.

He-- Henry, it's me. George Stickle.

HENRY:
I'm right here, George.

Where? Where? I, I don't see you.

HENRY: Don't turn that flashlight on.
- No, no, no. Certainly not, Henry.

HENRY: You don't know how glad
I am to see you, George.

Look, if you're really Henry, what are
you doing out here in the ocean?

HENRY: Remember when you jumped
in the water after me at Coney Island?

Yeah, I sure do.

HENRY: Didn't you see a fish?
A rather strange fish?

Well, no. No, I don't think--

Hey, wait, wait. Wait. I did!

And I thought it was wearing glasses,
just like yours...

...only I was so upset,
it was just my imagination.

HENRY:
No, George, that was me.

You? You, a fish! Oh--

Yeah. if you were a fish, you certainly would
need to wear your glasses, Henry.

If you'll pardon me now, Henry,
I gotta get going.

HENRY: All right, I suppose
you'll have to see to believe.

You can turn the light on me.

Now do you believe me, George?

Excuse me a minute. Gotta go down for air.
You know how it is, a fish out of water.

No.

No, no, no.

Oh, it's-- It's-- It's impossible.

[GEORGE MOANS]

Remember how you used to come over
to our apartment on Friday nights?

You and Bessie would sit up till all hours
playing poker while I read myself to sleep?

That's right. Regular as clockwork,
every Friday night.

How about the time the three of us
went to the Bronx Zoo? Remember?

I got separated from you and Bessie.
I had to walk home. Bessie had my cash.

Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yes.
Oh, yes, I'll never forget that.

Hey, wait a minute.

Only Henry Limpet would know all that.

Henry!

- You are Henry!
- Yes, George.

Is there--? ls there anything
I can do for you, Henry?

Well, I wanted to talk to you about
my helping the Navy.

- You, in the Navy?
- Yeah, I want to help.

I can be a big help in spotting Nazi subs
or guiding destroyers to them.

Maybe scouting around as an underseas
patrol, or dozens of things.

S-- S-- Sure, Henry. I see where
you'd be quite a help to the Navy.

Speak to the Navy right away.

Go right to the top level. I don't want
to waste time on red tape.

And I want to know about Bessie.
Is she all right?

Bessie?

Bessie. She's still in a state of shock
about your being drowned.

You can tell her now
I wasn't drowned.

Gosh, Henry, you certainly
do sound different.

- You really have changed.
- You don't know the half of it.

There's nothing like realizing your importance
to the world to make a man out of you.

Even if that man is a fish. Let me know
the minute there's word from the Navy.

Yes, I'll certainly
do the best I can, Henry.

If we ever need you, we'll just
use the oscillator gear.

- You think you can hear it?
- I'll hear it.

I've stayed above too long.
Gotta submerge now.

Wonderful talking to you. See you!

[STUTTERING]

Goodbye, Henry.

A fish!

Harlock, you're cracking up.

Admiral, we've got to admit
there's something out there.

Call it a fish or a secret weapon
or a thingamajig, whatever you wish...

...but it's there.
Pickle-- Stickle saw it.

Talked to it.
And it's offered to help.

[STAMMERING]

All right, Harlock. We'll assign
this secret weapon to your ship.

- Let it help you, if you think it can.
- Thank you.

But please stop bringing
these fantastic reports to me.

I've heard all I wanna hear. I'll have a hard
enough time explaining this to the Pentagon.

HARLOCK: I understand.
- And this is still top-secret.

Your secret, Harlock.

Yes, sir, admiral. I was at the point of
calling you about that, uh, secret weapon.

Oh, wonderful progress, sir.
Wonderful.

Research phase accomplished,
operational testing underway.

Oh, one little thing, sir.

This mission merits our pushing through
a special rating for Stickle...

...and a promotion for Harlock.
No, no, no. No, sir.

I wasn't expecting anything
for myself. No, just doing my duty.

Of course, if you insist.

"Vice admiral."

Hello, George. I heard the oscillator
and got here as fast as I could.

- Good news?
- Very good news, Henry.

The Navy has agreed
to accept your services.

You and me have been assigned
to Commander Harlock's destroyer.

- That's wonderful.
- That's quite an honor, Henry.

- Very unusual for a civilian.
- Very unusual for a fish too.

Here's the hydrophone.

Oh, a water-talkie. Thanks.

Limpet to Stickle.

Okay.

Henry. Now, hear this.

They'd like you to give the Navy
a little assist.

Just hunt down Nazi U-boats
and lead us to them.

You'll be under my direct command.

- I'm your liaison with the fleet.
- I like that, George.

It won't be necessary for you to
salute me or address me as "sir"...

...even though I've been promoted
to piscatorial protocol specialist 1st class.

- Fine. Now, what's the first order?
- They go on the prowl for U-boats at once.

- How do we keep in contact?
- Signal me through the ship's oscillator...

-...and I'll signal you with my thrum.
- Your what?

It's a remarkable sound I make now, George.
Goes over big underwater. Like this:

[HENRY BELLOWS]

Did you hear it?

Sure did. I'll pick that up, all right.
Well...

Good luck, Henry.
And full speed ahead.

Aye, aye, George.

[RADAR PINGS]

Drop your charges! Hurry!

[BELLOWS]

[BELLOWS]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[NAZI SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[BELLOWS]

[BELLOWS]

"Limpet"

"Limpet"?

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Limpet, Limpet, Limpet, Limpet!

Limpet.

[SHOUTS IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

SCIENTIST:
The answer to Das Limpet.

Bring the thrum sound-maker.

The führer's super-secret weapon.

[ INVENTION BEEPS]

The perfect Nazi counter-weapon to
blitz the American underwater secret.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Our new beeper torpedoes will react
to the thrum, and "boom." Kaput.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

You're doing a very nice job, Henry.
Captain Harlock is pleased.

I'm glad, George.

Say, isn't that a new rating
you're sporting?

Oh!

Yeah. Yeah, they gave me
this little promotion here.

Chief petty officer, you know.

Skipper too. He's a four-striper now.
And old Admiral Spewter, our big boss...

...he's moving right up there, ha, ha, ha.

Well, congratulations.
I suppose I'm in all the papers.

You? Well...

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, well, no, you're not, Henry.

- Why not?
- Well, um...

You're top-secret.

- We can't let a thing like this out, you know.
- Yeah, I suppose not.

There's a couple of very important things
I must talk to you about. Very important.

So, gentlemen, this is the rendezvous
point for the mammoth convoy.

Captain Harlock's destroyer will
assume a vanguard position there.

And, uh, Limpet will be out
in front of Harlock.

This convoy must get through safely.
On its safe voyage depends...

...the Allies' greatest all-out effort:

The invasion of Europe.

[ALL MURMURING]

I'm Captain Harlock, sir. I'm sorry
to interrupt, but it's rather urgent.

- It may change plans for the convoy.
- Yes, Harlock.

May I speak with Admiral Spewter privately?
It concerns the liaison problem...

-...with the secret weapon.
- Yes, certainly.

Excuse me, sir.

FLEET ADMIRAL: The cruiser
Los Angeles will be the guide.

Vice Admiral Jones will be the OTC
and will fly his flag...

[HARLOCK CLEARS THROAT]

All right, Harlock. What is it?
You interrupted an important briefing.

Stickle has relayed a request
from the secret weapon.

I told you that was
your responsibility.

I appreciate that, sir,
but I don't have the authority...

...to act on this unusual request.

- Now what?
- He wants to be paid.

[SHOUTS]
What?

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Are you out of your mind, Harlock?

How can we pay a fish?

He wants the pay sent
to his wife in Brooklyn.

The fish has a wife in Brooklyn?

She's not a fish. She's a real woman.

I knew I should've thrown you out...

...the first time you came to me
with this fish story.

All right, I suppose
we can find some way...

...to push this through
the paymaster's office.

[HARLOCK CLEARS THROAT]

FLEET ADMIRAL: British screening units
will deploy to their assigned ports...

There's more?

He also wants
a lieutenant's commission.

[SHOUTS]
No. Absolutely, no!

It's impossible to hold two meetings here
at once.

Since you won't join mine, may I join yours?

I'm sorry, sir. The news Harlock
brought is disturbing.

Since it concerns the secret weapon,
I'd like to hear it.

Our secret weapon wants to be paid.
And he wants a lieutenant's commission.

Then Admiral Spewter, I suggest you
pay him and commission him. Immediately!

Commission?
But, sir, you don't understand.

I understand the secret weapon is the most
vital key to the safe conduct of our convoy.

I order you to commission
the secret weapon personally!

Henry's here now, sir.
You ready to begin the ceremonies?

Henry Limpet,
this is to inform you that--

Sir. No, sir.
He's over that way, sir.

I think you can see him out there.
Port beam. You can see him, can't you, sir?

I might if I cared to look.

- Limpet, raise your right hand.
- Ahem. Sir, sir...

Raise your right fin
and I will now swear you in...

... Lieutenant Limpet.

A check for me? From the Navy?

What does it mean, George?

Well, it's made out to you, Bessie,
but it's for Henry's services.

Henry? When was Henry
ever in the Navy?

You better get a grip
on yourself, Bessie.

He's in the Navy right now.

- Henry's alive?
- Yes, but you see that--

Then I'm going to him.
I'm going this minute.

- Now, Bessie.
- You take me to him right this second.

- Now, Bessie.
- Why wasn't I told this before?

How long has he been alive?
I mean, when did he--?

- He didn't drown?
- No.

No, but brace yourself, Bessie.

He's changed.

You can't see him.
You wouldn't want to.

I do want to. How can you say a thing
like that? Why can't I see him?

Believe me, Bessie, it's impossible.
The work he's doing for the Navy is top-secret.

Now, just be happy with his paycheck.
Don't even mention his name to anyone.

- There's something very fishy about this.
- You said it.

A Mrs. Fish? What about a Mrs. Fish?

No, no, no. Not a "Mrs. Fish," sir.
Mrs. Limpet.

- The wife of the fish.
- Spewter--

She's a forceful woman, sir,
very headstrong and determined.

She demands that we change
her husband from a fish back into a man.

Sounds like a most humane
and reasonable request. Do it!

Do it.

I beg your pardon, sir.
How do we do it?

- You claim the man turned into a fish.
- So I understand.

Then it's simple.
Just reverse the process.

Reverse?

- We'll try, sir.
- You'll do nothing of the sort.

We have a weapon
of amazing effectiveness there.

You'll guard it with your life.
Don't even touch it, understand?

Now, never come to me again
with a ridiculous request like that.

At a time like this,
when we have a giant convoy on our hands...

...ready for the biggest push
of the war.

Oh, if Bessie could see me now.
Ha! Not bad for a 4-F fish.

The spearhead of the spearhead.

Imagine! This might make me
a national hero.

[PLAYING FIFE]

[CROWD CHEERING]

My glasses. I must find my glasses.

The convoy. I'm losing the convoy.

Without my glasses, we're sunk.

Sunk? Just when the Navy
needs me most.

[BELLOWS]

Himmel and Blitzels!
It's that female Flatbush.

[WHISTLES]

Ladyfish, got a message
for you from Limpet.

He said he loves you
and other such mush like that.

He loves me?

Oh, he loves me!

[STAMMERS]

I don't love you, he does.
Silly female.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

... Limpet!

Oh, Crusty, do you think
he'll ever come back?

Don't get yourself into
a tizzy now, Ladyfish.

If I know Flatbush, he'll be back.

[HENRY BELLOWS]

Listen.

[HENRY BELLOWS]

Listen. It's him.

It's Limpet!

[BELLOWS]

HENRY:
Ladyfish.

Oh, Limpet, I've never heard anything more
beautiful than that noise you make.

Ladyfish, I'm in terrible trouble.
I can't see.

Come along.

Any sign of him yet?

Not yet, sir.

He better show up soon or the whole
operation will be snafued.

Yes, sir.

I'm not completely blind,
but things are awful fuzzy.

Flatbush, what in tarnation...?

Crusty, I'm in an awful predicament.
I need some glasses, and--

I kind of noticed you were missing
a pair of eyes.

I've got to get back to my convoy.
But how will I find it?

Tell you what, I'll be your other set of eyes.
I'll climb topside and serve as your navigator.

That might do it. The sound of the convoy
will guide me, and with you navigating, why--

- I can't ask you to risk your life for me.
- Risk my life?

Hold everything.

Eh, maybe I ought to put on something
more torpedi-proof.

- Ladyfish...
- Limpet.

- I've got to go now. I'm on duty.
- Does that mean you'll be leaving me again?

Don't you care for me at all, Limpet?

But I have an important job to do
before we can talk about that anymore.

Sheesh!

Let's shove off.

- Then I'm going with you too.
- No, you can't.

It's a very dangerous mission.
Wait for me here, Ladyfish.

All right, cast off. Full speed ahead.

No, no, hard aport. Full reverse.

Come about full,
then steady as she goes.

I'll always wait for you, Limpet.

Slow down, gosh darn it. I ain't got
the hang of steering you yet.

Whoa!

Haul up your keel!

Whoo!

Dang near shivered your timbers that time.

Dagnab it. Hey, Flatbush, wait!

Hold it! Wait!

He makes a--

A thrum.

Sorry, chief, no thrums.

HARLOCK:
Stickle!

Any contact with that
piscatorial lieutenant pal of yours?

- We're nearing enemy water, Stickle.
- Well, sir, it's not my fault.

Maybe Henry has laryngitis.

Me and my secret weapon.

We've come quite a way. I still can't
pick up any sound of the convoy.

Do you see anything?

No. Say, why don't you make that
whale-busting noise of yours again?

- Let them know you're on your way.
- Yeah. I should've thought of that.

Just hold up a minute till I get inside.

[BELLOWING]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[HENRY BELLOWING OVER HEADPHONES]

... Limpet... Limpet!

I hear the convoy now. Dead ahead.

- Hooray, we finally made it!
- Stop. Hold it. Hold it.

Whole school of big ones,
coming dead at us.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Oh!

Hard right rudder. Hard right.

HENRY:
They're attacking our convoy!

Oh!

[BELLOWS]

They're coming at us!

[BELLOWS]

Stop making that whale-busting thrum
of yours. Those things go for it.

Yeah, how about that?
Then I'll just keep it up.

Follow me, you beeping devil.

[BELLOWS]

We'll take it right back
where it came from.

- What's happening below?
- I don't know, sir. Might be Henry.

Something big is going on down there.

Them torpedies pack
a walloping thrum too.

HENRY:
Great! They hit their own boats.

[HENRY BELLOWS OVER HEADPHONES]

[SAILOR SPEAKING GERMAN]

HENRY:
We've got the system now.

We'll just let them knock themselves out.

[BELLOWS]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[HENRY BELLOWS]

We gonna drop depth charges, skipper?

No, we don't dare.

Crash dive!

Help!

[ANTENNA BEEPS]

It's about time you showed up.

[HENRY BELLOWING]

George.

I gotta talk to George Stickle.

George Stickle.

Henry!

Where have you been?

You put me in a terrible spot with Captain
Harlock and the admiral when we lost contact.

I'm sorry, George.
I had a little accident.

I lost my glasses.

Nice work anyhow, Henry.

I'll see Bessie when we get back
and have her get you a new pair.

We'll meet at Coney Island
when this is over!

Aye, aye, George. See you at Coney
when it's all over. Carry on.

LADYFISH:
Limpet, you did come back.

Yes, Ladyfish. And you did wait.

- You're coming with me now?
- No, but you're coming with me.

You see, I love you, but I don't know
if I have any right to.

I've got to talk to my wife first.

You and I have to make
a trip to Coney Island.

I can be your other eyes now.

Take over. I'm not going.
I'd probably drown in all the slush.

Thanks for all your
wonderful help, Crusty.

Forget it. I like the bachelor life.

So long, Flatbush.

Hate to admit it,
but I'm gonna miss him.

Had to lose my best buddy
to a frilly female.

Meh. Better get rid of this battle gear
and get back to my civvies.

What if I told you I was
once a human being?

I don't care how terrible
your past was, Limpet.

I'll help you forget.

Well, I've forgotten an awful lot already.

So long, Flatbush.

I'll never leave you,
and I hope you'll never leave me.

It's always the males
who leave in our species.

That's why there's so few of us.

HENRY:
Heh, heh.

Well, in that case, there might
be more before long.

[LAUGHING]

You and I could be the beginning
of a whole new and better world. Ha, ha.

I know where we are now. Follow me.

There, that's my wife.

Not much to look at, is she?

HENRY: Actually, for a human,
she's quite lovely.

Oh, let's get this over with, Limpet.
The water here is very cold.

Hello, Bessie.

[STAMMERING]

Henry, is that you?

Don't you recognize me, Bessie?

Henry, you really are...

A fish? Yes, Bessie, you can say it.

To think you're actually still alive,
and I'm married to a--

A fish. Is that so terrible?

It doesn't happen every day.

Well, what's new? I mean,
how have you been, Bessie?

Well, I'm...

I'm bewildered, Henry.

Henry, am I the widow of a man...

...or the wife of a fish?

Well, now, let's be logical, Bessie. You couldn't
very well keep me in the bathtub, could you?

I suppose not. No.

- I mean, what would the neighbors say?
- Oh, I shudder to think.

You know how that Miss Harris objects
every time I fry fish. Why--

Oh, good heavens.

Well, there you are.

Are you really happier
down there, Henry?

Ah, if you only knew, Bessie.

Well, I...

I guess this is goodbye, Henry.

Henry...

Henry, if you'll come up to the steps,
I have something for you.

Take care of yourself, Henry.

Remember how you always catch cold
when you get your feet wet.

Don't break up, Bessie. I'm just fine.

Maybe all along I was meant to be a fish.
Maybe nature just corrected her error.

Maybe.

Well...

Goodbye, Henry.

Goodbye, Bessie. And thanks for being
so sensible about this, and understanding.

-Goodbye, Henry.
HENRY: So long, George.

I know you'll take good care of Bessie.

And tell them not to look for me.
They won't find me.

"Goodbye, Henry," I said.
And I saluted.

I thought that that was it.

Bessie and I have been happy all these years.
Why stir this thing up again?

Because the chief of naval operations
has ordered it.

Do they really think that Henry
is really teaching porpoises?

That's what we've been assigned to find out.
You and I, Pickle. Stickle.

Where do we start to look?

Maybe that spot off the Florida coast
where Henry first contacted you.

It's worth a try. Better get on to the old man.
He's going with us.

The secretary of defense has ordered him
to take personal command of this mission.

"On behalf of the secretary of defense,
and speaking for a grateful nation...

...I'm empowered to advance you
to the rank of commodore...

... United States Naval Reserve."

And now, commodore...

...regarding porpoise activities...

[HENRY BELLOWS]

[English - US - SDH]