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How to be your own lawyer, Monday, 5.

You're a member of World War II.

It was covered by almost all the papers.

And if you were in the Navy Department in Washington in 1942, chances are you were covered by almost all the papers.

I know I was.

Until one of those papers, in Triplicate of course, changed all that.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

More paperwork.

What a surprise.

This one is, sir, your orders.

My orders.

My orders.

Lieutenant Commander Matthew Sherman, when directed on August 1942, detached proceed.

My orders.

And report to Commander Submarine Forces Asiatic Fleet Manila for duty as Commanding Officer USS Sea Tiger.

Air priority once certified.

Oh, Josie, I could kiss you.

Please do, sir.

My orders read proceed directly to Manila Harbor.

Unfortunately, no one connected with Naval Transport had read my orders.

I was shipped to Reykjavik, redirected to Bombay, and rerouted to Manila,

arriving 45 minutes after the Japanese Air Force.

Good morning, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Sherman, reporting to my submarine.

You point the way to the sea, Tiger?

Well, everything seaworthy is out of the harbor, sir.

The sea tiger is right there.

I can't help thinking my submarine has violated Navy tradition by going down without her captain.

I'm left with my orders, and the remnants of a crew to give them to.

This is your chief of the boat, Chief Mullum Free.

Ensign Stovall, your navigator.

Chief Motor Machinists, mate, tossed in.

Radio technician, William, gentlemen, Hunkle, Seaman Gossett, Seaman Horwich, Seaman Broome, Seaman Kanadera,

Seaman Doole, Seaman Fisher, Seaman Biggs, and Seaman Schindelbauer.

All right, man, you can relax.

Where's the rest of the crew, Lieutenant Watson?

Gone, sir.

They were Shanghai.

Shanghai?

Sir, every ship in the harbor is under man.

Transfer started coming through 20 minutes after she went down.

Well, then why weren't the rest of your prom cards filled out?

Oh, we'll be transferred.

As soon as we put her out of her misery, sir.

She's blocking the warp.

You have to blow her up.

Oh, no.

No?

She's not going to be blown up.

The Navy needs her, and we need her.

Men, she may be down now, but we can make her seaworthy.

No way.

What?

Don't pay any attention to DG, sir.

DG?

Doom and gloom broom, sir.

He's negative about everything.

He sends guys in the hospital, get sick cards.

No disrespect, sir.

But how are we going to make the sea tiger seaworthy?

With grit and determination.

Can we also get a crane and pump?

Yes, sir.

A.

A.

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A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

A.

You've been sunk, what does it take to convince you?

Maybe you should read your own report.

Boat kits, main ballast tanks and pressure hull ripped by bomb fragments.

Engine room flooded.

Main induction and ventilation wreck.

Torpedo tubes inoperable.

Oil motor controls and reduction gears inoperable.

Electrical equipment, wire engages, gyro, radio.

All you got out there is a periscope on top of 2,000 tons of scrap metal.

Fully operational periscope, sir.

Matt, maybe with major repairs and a complete overhaul, your boat could be made seaworthy.

I mean, a functioning shipyard might be able to do it.

But we have just been hit by thousands of tons of bombs.

I wouldn't make book on getting a rowboat repaired around here.

We're not pipe dreaming about getting her into fighting trim.

Just enough makeshift repairs to get her out to sea into the nearest sub-tender.

That would be the Bushnell at Darwin.

2,000 miles of ocean with the Japanese roaming all over it,

and you're going to make it in a boat put together with two half hitches and a band-aid.

Sir, the sea tiger was built to fight.

She deserves a better epitaph than commission 1941, sunk 1942, engagements, none, torpedoes fired, none.

You can't let her go that way, sir.

At least give her the chance to earn the champagne she was christened with.

Matt, please.

Sir, I'll be ordered back to Washington.

I don't want to be the only captain to go down to this desk.

I'll give you two weeks to get it out of here, or we'll blow it up.

Fair enough, sir.

Sir, three of my officers and 18 of my men have been reassigned.

How can I get them back?

You can't.

If I start changing orders, there'll be questions I'd rather not answer.

You'll just have to get by with the skeleton crew.

Sir?

All right, I'll get you what replacements I can as soon as possible.

Thank you, sir.

Captain, we got our replacements.

How are we going to fit him on the focus?

We may not have to.

If we can't get the engine running, we can run a sail up on him.

We're reporting for duty aboard the sea tiger, sir.

Report the old and uncle of the shed.

Yes, sir.

How is it, Mr.

Wenson?

Walking pretty, Captain.

All right.

How are you coming with you with Paris, Chief Blumphrey?

I've gone about as far as I can go.

What's left to be done?

Everything.

I need deck plating, couplings and joints for the showers, sinks, and...

What do you hear from the supply officer?

What I hear is they're so short of everything they've done, they're rationing what they're out of.

Put in another requisition.

Can't hurt.

Sir.

Yeah.

Let's take a look at this.

What is that?

Well, I hope I'm wrong, sir, but with that suitcase I'd say he's one of the new replacements.

Do you know him?

Only from the society pages of the Honolulu newspaper, sir.

Lieutenant Nick Holden, the darling of the high brass social set.

He and the admiral's wife won the Rumba Championship two years in a row.

I wonder how come he's running around loose.

They probably sunk the officer's club.

No.

All right, Matt, knock it off.

Let's get back to work.

Lieutenant J.G.

Nick Holden reporting for duty, sir.

Now, you'll have to excuse the men for staring, Mr.

Holden, but it's unusual to see an admiral's aide without the admiral.

Well, sir, he was scheduled to be transferred here today.

I was just sent ahead to make all the arrangements.

And then this blockade went up.

And you're sort of stranded.

Captain Henderson, assign me to you, sir.

I see.

Ever been on a sub before, Mr.

Holden?

No, sir.

We can use a torpedo and gunnery officer.

Any experience along those lines?

Guns?

No, sir, afraid not.

How about communication?

Sorry, sir.

Wish I could help you out.

Mr.

Holden, before you became an admiral's aide, what did you do in the Navy?

Well, sir, I was primarily used as an idea man.

What does an idea man do?

I coordinated the Navy Day parade in Milwaukee.

And then I was the special liaison to the 11th Naval District.

A liaison to what?

Hollywood.

I coordinated the designing of the recruitment postures.

And then I was transferred to Fleethead.

headquarters in Honolulu but don't tell me you were given sea duty oh no sir no no I was the recreation officer at the

Royal Arms Hotel just for my information mr.

Holden what does an idea man do in a hotel well so the Navy had taken over the hotel for training its officers and I

saw to it that entertainment was provided mr.

Holden have you ever been to sea oh yes sir destroy your duties oh how'd you find time to fit it in oh well that was a

mistake sir but about a week after I left Honolulu they got it all straight down oh the admiral for the admiral's wife

it must be awfully upset you being stranded out here unless the cost of the rubber championship this year let's just go

it all in sir officer all into his quarters aye aye sir certainly not very yo-ho-ho is he more yo-ho he pose It's this

way,

sir.

Hey, Chief, is this heavy?

If it wasn't, I'd be carrying it.

Put it in the jet.

What's your estimate, Chief Costin?

Oh, sir, we have a sea tiger operation.

Well, I can patch up those engines, sir.

But if we don't come up with those rail pump shafts, the only way we're gonna leave here is by roaring.

Didn't Uncle put through a requisition?

That's a way to do, sir, put through requisitions.

We still never get anything.

We get more action riding the Santa Claus.

Farewell to our loved ones...

Here you are, Lieutenant.

Is he always so cheerful?

That's just the way he is.

Don't mind him.

Well, I got a feeling that boy knows what he's talking about.

You got any coffee?

Right this way.

Uncle, why hasn't this part been replaced?

Because they don't...

Because they said...

Well, I...

Look!

Relax, Uncle.

Yes, sir.

I've sent through five requisitions.

Are you stabbing the merchant?

I put in a requisition for it, sir.

For what?

For an urgent stamp, sir.

We haven't got one.

You mean nothing's arrived for supply?

No, sir.

Well, yes.

Well, uh...

That's right, nothing.

And look at this.

Last August when we were here, I put in a requisition for it...

Toilet paper.

Every time we've been back since, I put through a follow-up order.

All according to books, all through channels.

I even submitted a sample of the material.

So what happened?

The whole thing just came back, stamped, cannot identify, requisition canceled.

Now, I'm not complaining, sir.

It's just this is the kind of thing I have been going through.

Take a letter, Huckle?

Yes, sir.

From Commanding Officer USS Sea Tiger to Supply Officer, Navy Yard, Cavite,

Philippines via Commander Submarine Force Asiatic Fleet, subject, toilet paper.

On 6 August 1941, this vessel submitted a requisition for 150 rolls of toilet paper.

The requisition was returned with the stamp notation, cannot identify material required.

Two,

Commanding Officer USS Sea Tiger cannot help but wonder what is being used at the supply depot as a substitute for this

unidentifiable material once well known to the Navy.

this command.

Three.

Pardon me sir, have you ever been to Las Vegas?

Why?

Well sir, up there the boys would say that you're trying to make your point the hard way,

putting through these requisitions.

Sir, this is no time for regular channels.

You've got to know how to beat the system.

Have you got any clean fluid I have a spot on my ear?

No sir, I'm afraid I don't.

How does one go about beating the system, Mr.

Holden?

Very simple, all you need is a supply officer who knows all the back alleys.

You, Mr.

Holden?

I don't think so.

You'd ruin your manicure.

Don't let this manicure fool you, sir.

I was born and raised in a neighborhood they call Noah's Ark, you know why?

Because if you didn't travel in pairs, you didn't make it.

You just make out your shopping list and I'll see what they have at the market.

You're not the volunteering type, Mr.

Holden.

Not without an angle, what is it?

Same as yours, sir.

We both want to get this sub out of here, you so you can fight your war and me even.

Well, I'm an optimist, sir.

I figure that wherever we're headed, maybe I can swing a better deal than the one around here.

Well, maybe I'll regret it, Mr.

Holden, but you're my supply officer.

Yes, sir.

.

Captain just appointed a supply officer.

Excuse me, sir.

You need about 100 miles of wiring, insulation, and conduits.

Uh, Lieutenant, I've got to have a new reciprocating with oil pump shafts and a trim control wheel.

And, uh, here's mine.

The important stuff's on top.

Okay, so what you're telling me, gentlemen, is that we need a submarine.

Have we left anything out?

Uh, here's mine, sir.

What do we get first, sir?

Well, I think we should start with the highest priority.

Toilet paper.

I don't seem to be able to understand this supply requisition, Lieutenant Holden.

Well, I can understand you're not understanding it, sir.

You see, what we need is writing paper about four inches wide and of indeterminate length.

I understand that, Lieutenant Holden.

What I don't understand is why you need writing paper of those particular dimensions.

Japanese typewriter, sir.

You see, we are using captured Japanese typewriters on the Sea Tiger.

And naturally, they're very small.

And that's the only size paper they'll take.

I never saw Japanese typewriters.

Good.

Of course, the paper would have to be very lightweight and delicate.

Lightweight and delicate.

Correspondence would have to be sent by air mail.

You know, the only thing that I have that even remotely resembles that is toilet paper.

We'll take it.

Mr.

Stovall?

Yes, sir.

What is that?

Toilet paper, sir.

That would have been my second guess, Mr.

Stovall.

What are we doing?

What looks like at least 50,000 rolls of toilet paper.

Uncle ordered it, sir.

For what possible reason?

Well, it's Uncle's rule of thumb, sir.

You order more than you need in hopes that you get what you want.

He didn't reckon with Lieutenant Holden's gift.

Those are torpedoes.

They could wipe out the enemy.

Lieutenant, I'd like to accommodate you, sir, but I don't have the supplies you need.

Oh, yes, you do.

They're right here.

These belong to the USS Dolphin, sir.

I can't give them to you.

It's against regulations.

But they haven't been delivered to the Dolphin.

Because we can't deliver them, sir.

The Dolphin's at Cebu.

She's on the other side of the blockade.

Then why not deliver them to us?

It's against regulations.

You have got to have your own supplies.

But they haven't been delivered.

They're on their way.

They left the states the same day that the Dolphin did.

We just haven't been able to get them through that blockade.

All right, Chief.

Both the Dolphin and our supplies are on the other side of the blockade, right?

Right.

The Sea Tiger and the Dolphin's supplies are on this side of the blockade, right?

Right.

Now why can't it be arranged for the Dolphin to take our supplies and we take their supplies?

Now that makes sense, doesn't it?

Yes, sir.

It makes sense.

Then why don't we do it?

Because it's against regulation, sir!

Dooley, come on!

Why don't we bring him along, sir?

He's so conspicuous.

It might be a ladder.

It means I just don't think I'm cut out to be a scavenger.

I used to break into a nervous rush when my library book was overdue.

That is exactly the reason I chose you.

You're so honest.

Look at this face.

Cross-worthy, reliable.

Let me do it.

Let me do it.

Give me the bolt cutters.

Bolt cutters?

Get the bolt cutters.

We haven't got any bolt cutters.

What?

I forgot.

Where are we going to get bolt cutters in the middle of the night?

And don't worry.

We'll manage.

What is that?

Cheap, sir.

MPs.

MPs.

MPs.

I knew we'd get caught.

How close are they to me?

About five feet, sir.

Holt, there you are.

Sergeant, kill that light.

What?

Kill the flashlight.

You're endangering our lives.

Can I see some kind of identification?

Slow and easy.

Oh, sorry, Lieutenant.

Why the blackface, sir?

Where is yours, Sergeant?

Don't you know the penalty for breaking blackout regulations?

Well, yes, sir, but...

Don't play coy, Sergeant.

You've read the new order from Admiral Nimitz.

What new order?

Regulations...

1-3-7-5-6-4.

No naval personnel shall appear at night without face camouflage.

A plane comes over.

You look up.

Don't look up.

Moonlight bounces off your face.

You give our position away.

Now, a face like yours could do a lot of damage, Sergeant.

I'm going to have to put you on report.

Honestly, sir, no one ever told me about it.

Well, you're told now, Sergeant.

Now, black out that face.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, Sergeant.

Yes, sir?

Have you got a tool kit?

Well, yes, sir.

Are there any bolt cutters in it?

Why, thanks, sir.

Dooley, do the sergeant's face.

Here they are, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

We will see that you get these back first thing in the morning.

About finished, Dooley?

Yes, sir.

Good night, Sergeant.

Good night, sir.

Sir, we're in terrible trouble.

A sergeant is gonna report us.

Report us?

When he sees all this stuff is missing, he's gonna know exactly who took what?

Uncle, Uncle,

do you really think that a man who wears blackface for no explainable reason and is the very same man who helped us

take these supplies is the kind of man who's gonna report us?

Gentlemen, take what's yours.

Bring it aboard.

Got this.

Move it.

Hey, look, my lumpy, brand new puncture.

Congratulations.

Looks just like you.

You knew the supply office that did quite a job, sir.

Didn't he?

Oh, morning, sir.

Morning.

It's a good night for shopping, sir.

Serve yourself and save.

Well, if I were you, Mr.

Holden, I'd remove the price tags.

Price tags?

Yes, the once-a-say USS Golfin.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, sir.

Hey.

Coming, Chief.

You only need some pipe fittings.

We don't have any more.

Try Lieutenant Holden.

Tell him you need something like an elbow joint.

Yeah, right, Chief.

Yes, sir.

Billy.

Well, how's it coming, Chief?

Slow.

It's what it's coming, sir.

Chief, let me ask you something.

It's holding you a bit in service.

I've got hash marks up one sleeve under my armpit and about half a dozen in my pocket.

What is it?

What is it?

Well, every time a skipper asks a chief, Chief, how long he's been in the service.

There's something he wants to ask or talk about.

Well, it's both.

What do you think, Chief?

Can we make it?

Well, we've got number one engine in shape.

That'll deck us up.

Number two, I won't know about until after I get it put back together.

What about three or four?

I've been using them for parts for one and two.

But I'm a religious man, sir.

And I believe we'll get through as long as the good Lord puts his mind to it.

I mean, he's going to have to give us his undivided attention.

That's good enough.

Also, he's going to have to give us about half a dozen elbow joints.

I'm not going to make it, Lieutenant.

I don't mean to complain, but I have two bowels and one wheel.

I need another wheel.

OK.

Lieutenant Holden, Chief Austin needs elbow joints, sir.

What are elbow joints?

You've seen them, sir.

And the head under the sink, they look like elbows.

Oh, good.

Get in hold of it.

What do you need, Chief Loeffler?

I've still got to do some patchwork on the torpedo room.

I need about six feet of sheet metal.

Ah, don't think I have any on me.

I'll have to look for something.

I thought I retired.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Lieutenant, that just doesn't make any sense.

We can't be out of it.

Somehow, somewhere on this island, there's got to be some toilet paper.

While you're at it, I need a wall.

Yes, a wall.

I need about six feet of wall.

Sheet metal.

I'll call you back.

Commander Sherman.

Morning, sir.

Just coming to see if you're in.

Are you in?

Not as in as I'd like to be.

Thank you, sir.

Commander Sherman.

I had been aware there's been some wholesale scavenging going on, and up to now, I've tried to ignore it,

knowing the position you're in, but this time you've gone too far.

Commander Sherman, I want my wall back.

I'm not sure that we have it, sir.

Well, I'm sure you have it.

You have everything else.

Now, what did you want to see me about?

I revised my estimate of the sea tiger, sir.

I think we have her in fighting trim.

All she needs now to get into action is her body.

You've got your orders.

You've got your order.

As of right now, Matt, you've got orders to check in with the psychiatrist.

Sir, the sea tiger!

Yeah, right.

I have to get back my boat, sir.

Oskins, give me the shore batteries.

What?

Pull the lines are down.

I'll go with you.

Here's the front seat, sir.

I'll go with you, sir.

Hey, Danny, Chief.

No to that hit, sir.

You may have sprung a few plates.

Mr.

Watson's checking.

Well, a couple of them came in close enough for us to spit at Ann with that deck gun, this man.

Oh, that's not how we could do.

I'm afraid that's it, Matt.

Whenever they're in the mood, they know exactly where you are.

Sir, request permission to get underway immediately.

Underway in this?

We've made amazing progress, sir.

But she can't even submerge.

You ran on top of daylight and you're a dead duck.

Chief Malumphrey?

Yes, sir.

Will this boat go down?

Like a rock, sir.

What about the plates, Mr.

Watson?

Tight as a drum, sir.

And the engine, Chief Tustin?

Exactly fresh, sir.

What do you say, sir?

I say take your scavengers and these liars and get out of here.

Thank you, sir.

And good luck.

Oh, sir, what about our orders?

I'll radio them in 12 hours, Captain, assuming you're still afloat.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, this wouldn't be the rest of my war.

I wouldn't know, sir.

Any casualties we can hit?

Everyone's OK, sir.

And you are better than OK, Malumphrey.

I got your paint for the boat.

Whoa!

I bought a truckload off an old lady whose yacht got bombed.

Gray and pink.

Pink?

Pink, paint?

Undercoating.

Undercoating is either red or white.

Malumphrey, pink is a combination of red and white.

Ow.

From...

Harwich!

Get this stuff aboard!

Aboard?

Aren't you going to paint the boat?

Not now.

We're going into action.

Into action?

You mean...

you mean fight?

Up there?

You can't take this boat out there.

No way.

She's not equipped.

She...

She's got a jeep wheel for...

She has bathroom fixtures.

She...

She's put together with junk.

I know.

I got the junk.

Out there?

We don't even know if she can go under there.

Mr.

Holden, I promise you we'll be able to submerge.

Coming up, might be a bit of a problem.

Set the maneuvering watch.

And, sir!

Stand by the lines!

Look out for the log.

Fantastic!

We'll see!

The maneuvering watch sets, sir.

Very well.

Start number one engine.

Engine room bridge, start number one engine.

Start number one engine.

Start number one engine.

Kill the engine room.

Any time they're ready.

Engine room bridge.

Start number one engine whenever you're ready.

The devil is there.

The witch doctor, sir.

I found him in the hills.

You found him in the hills?

Yes, sir, and I heard him.

You're fired.

A two-word-off evil spirit, sir, and to wish us a safe journey.

I think we're going to need...

all the help we can get.

When he saw the boat, he doubled his price.

Let's hold him.

Give him exactly one minute.

Take it all, lines!

Take it all, lines!

Take it in, sir!

Take it in, sir!

All back.

Two thirds.

All back.

Two thirds.

They want to come on you.

They'll never make it.

Seventeen hundred.

We're one hour under way and the sea tiger is still afloat and intact.

It's time to take our lady down and see how she's doing.

She holds up under pressure.

As I gave Mr.

Watson orders to submerge, I couldn't help thinking I may have made a mistake in not finding out whether Mr.

Holden's witch doctor made boat calls.

Mr.

Watson.

We're level at five-eight feet, sir, and satisfactory.

Good.

All right.

Take her to one hundred feet.

Take her to one hundred feet.

Check all compartments for leaks.

All compartments, check for leaks.

Report to control.

All compartments, check for leaks.

Report to control.

I think we're going to bust open like a rotten tomato.

Being so negative, Broom.

Think positive.

Right, sir.

I'm sure we're going to bust open like a rotten tomato.

Chief, look at this.

We're sinking.

We're diving.

Take a look around.

Check for leaks.

Leaks?

What do I do if I find one?

Swim.

Eighty-five feet, sir.

Eighty-seven.

Ninety-four feet, sir.

We're going to make it, sir.

We only need six feet.

All you ever need is six feet.

One hundred feet, sir.

Fair trim.

All compartments report watertight, sir.

Thank you.

Take her to fifty feet, Mr.

Watson.

Take her to fifty feet.

I'll be in my quarters.

I expect orders at zero six hundred.

Aye, aye, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Mr.

Watson.

Captain?

Mm-hmm.

We have a order, sir.

Come in.

Well, what are they?

We are to proceed at full speed.

Out to Maren.

Duke Island one three decimal five degrees north one two two degrees east to rendezvous with Admiral Hatfield 9

September 1942 at fourteen hundred the emeralds to be transported to Savooh transport Admiral Hatfield what is

Henderson doing turning this into a cruise boat better tell the lump for you break up the shuffleboard there's more sir

oh yeah you will engage no enemy shipping what repeat you will engage no enemy shipping that's it sir I guess it is

thank you Dawson good morning sir good morning Gallardo,

let's go up.

Gallardo, where are you going with that train?

Uh, to Mr.

Holden's stateroom, sir.

To Mr.

Holden's stateroom?

I'll take the train to Orlando.

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr.

Holden.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Oh, sit down.

Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no, not at all, sir.

This war must be a great inconvenience to you, Mr.

Holden.

I, uh, try to make the best of it, sir.

Oh, you have.

You have.

Why didn't you join the Navy?

Uh, well, because I needed an officer's uniform, sir.

You see, when I was in the Navy, I was a very small boy.

I was the victim of some vicious propaganda.

People kept telling me that money wasn't everything.

And, uh...

I believed it.

That is, until I realized that the only ones who said it were the ones who had it.

What makes a uniform a blue-chip investment?

Oh, it's not the uniform itself, sir.

It's the contacts.

Oh, such as the admiral and his dancing wife, huh?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, you've been too long without an admiral.

Tomorrow, at 1,400, you will rendezvous with Admiral Hatfield at Maranduke Island and escort him back to this boat.

Mr.

Watson will fill you in on the details.

Yes, sir.

Oh, one more thing.

I know you're unfamiliar with the way the Navy functions at sea, but we fight together, we live together,

and we eat together.

Now, you have exactly three minutes to get off your mattress and report to Mr.

Watson.

You're gonna learn something about a submarine if we have to pump it in to you intravenously.

Well, sir, if you mean, if you were referring to the breakfast here...

It's just that, well, sir, the subtle but is that at daybreak, we're going to try to submerge.

Yeah.

And the way I look at it, the condemned man eats a hearty meal.

Mr.

Holden.

It's past daybreak, and we are submerged.

We are.

Mm-hmm.

You mean there's water up there?

How considerable about it, Mr.

Holden.

You nervous?

Where's table?

From now on, I'd appreciate your presence in the wardrobe for all meals.

I'll go immediately, sir.

Oh, wait a minute.

Well, it's too late.

You missed breakfast.

See you at fortune, Saturday at 7.30.

Thank you.

We've been at anchor for over an hour, and we're still missing one lieutenant, one admiral, and most of the war.

Well, we may have caught up with part of it.

Still no sign of Mr.

Holden, Chief?

No, sir.

He's been ashore more than an hour.

No more smoke, eh?

No, sir.

It could have been a bombing raid on the other side of the island, or maybe even guerrilla warfare.

There's Mr.

Holden.

Mr.

Holden is coming back, sir.

War is hell, Mr.

Watson.

Ho-ho!

He's smokers!

What is it, Chief?

Isn't the admiral with Mr.

Holden?

If he is, he's got one heck of a chest.

Ho-ho!

Sorry, sir.

Army nurses.

Where's the admiral?

Who cares?

Oh, sir.

That statue on the bridge there is alive and well, and to the best of our knowledge is our skipper.

He doesn't seem too friendly.

Oh, don't let him frighten you, lieutenant.

He's a little foul-tempered, you know, but I'm sure there's a good side to him that none of us have ever seen.

Major Hayward, perhaps it would be a good idea if you and I went up first to greet the commander.

Major Hayward, start up your way.

Major Hayward, Commander Sherman.

Major.

Captain, Lieutenant Holden was kind enough to invite us to go with you.

Always.

Oh, well, the major and her unit were stranded, sir.

You see, we landed here to refuel, and this admiral commandeered our plane.

He said he was tired of waiting for the slowest boat in the Navy.

Oh, that wasn't you, was it, sir?

Was your admiral Admiral Hatfield?

Yes.

That was us.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, all right.

Well, we've got another chance, sir.

Admiral Hatfield's plane was shot down at Kerakulong.

He wants us to pick him up there.

He doesn't want to fly anymore.

Well, that's where he is.

That's where we're going to get him.

Good.

And there's a harbor there, sir.

We can paint the boat.

She needs it.

She's starting a rust.

Oh, Captain, there's an army airfield there, and we could catch up with our transport if you could, uh.

Oh, well, uh, you're welcome aboard, Major.

Oh, thank you, sir.

All right, Lieutenant.

Ladies.

There we go.

Here's a hit.

There we go.

Okay.

Nicely done.

Stay careful.

Careful.

Careful.

Lieutenant, call back.

Lieutenant Reed.

Lieutenant Duran.

Sorry.

Here we go.

Thank you.

And Lieutenant Crandall.

Lieutenant Holden, will you see the ladies below, please?

Yes, sir.

Follow me, ladies.

I think it's stuck.

Lieutenant Watson, on sticker.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Can I get your hair with?

Yes, sir.

We're approximately 72 hours from Caracolón, your nurses being women and our men being men,

and living in confined quarters and fairly close contact.

Well, it could create situations inconsistent with normal submarine operations.

The nurses are all...

All well acquainted with the facts of life, Captain.

So are the men, Major.

I'm just trying to avoid any exchange of information.

Yes.

Hey.

It works.

Hold it.

I'm going to go tell the captain.

What's up?

Never mind what's up.

The boy's coming down.

All right.

Mr.

Watson.

I think you should assemble a crew and instruct them to ignore completely the fact that our passengers are women.

I'll do that immediately, sir.

It's not soon enough.

Sir, the men are not to blame.

It was an instinctive response.

The repressed feelings that have unexpectedly been released.

A five iron.

The golf clubs.

Yeah, to utilize them, Mr.

Holden, didn't they get object?

Oh, no.

No, sir, I do not object.

However, I can't speak for the admiral.

They're his clubs.

Oh, no, sir, I do not object.

Mr.

Stovall.

Yes, sir.

Major Hayward and the nurses will occupy the chief's quarters in my state room.

The chief will bunk with the men.

Move my gear in with Mr.

Watson.

You will stay with Mr.

Holden.

Yes, sir.

Captain, is there some place we can wash?

A shower aboard the ship?

Both, Major.

Both.

Captain, I would be very happy to work out a shower schedule with the nurses.

Well, Mr.

Stovall can arrange that, Mr.

Holden.

Yes, sir.

You'll be allowed to use it between 0630 and 0650.

You'll each be allowed a minute and a half.

A minute and a half?

Problem with fresh water supply.

Anything else, sir?

Show the ladies to their quarters.

Nurses, Captain.

I will take the ladies to their quarters, sir.

Follow me, nurses.

Captain, most of our luggage was lost.

Now, we've been in these uniforms for several days,

and I was wondering if you might have a surplus of clothes you might wear until we've washed these.

I'm sure we can.

can help you out, Major.

Our supply officer, Mr.

Holden, has an extensive line.

I know.

Of uniformness.

And if he can't help you out, I'm sure you'll find plenty of other volunteers.

Thank you, Captain.

You're welcome, Major.

Mr.

Watson?

Let's get underway.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stations for getting underway.

Determined to catch up with Admiral Hatfield, I've ordered full speed ahead and set the shortest course for Caracolong,

although it means passing through the Japanese blockade.

While we were operating in enemy waters, Mr.

Holden was operating in much more friendly territory.

Lieutenant Reed, how are you?

Hey, let me see.

36, 24, and 36.

Perfect.

I have to agree.

Where you are, Lieutenant?

What you doing?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Bye.

Bye.

Okay, 36, 24, 35.

Now, you've given me your age and your IQ, Lieutenant, but what does the last number mean?

Oh, that's cute.

Okay, Lieutenant, here you are.

These are your little shorts there.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That's right.

Lieutenant Crandall.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, you are much, much too broad-shouldered.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be, don't be.

Uh, Malumphrey is about your size.

Now, Malumphrey's quarters are right next to the crew's showers, okay?

Thank you very much.

Oh, you're most welcome.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Major Hayward.

Major, I think this will do nicely.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You're welcome.

Oh, and for your records, 35, 25, 36.

Lieutenant Duran.

Lieutenant Duran.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, where did you get those?

All from Alvin.

Alvin?

Alvin Hunkle.

He thought you might not have enough for all of us.

Alvin was wrong.

I think I can fit you perfectly.

Oh, man.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

What is that?

The captain's taking her down.

Underwater.

You nervous?

Yeah, well, I was nervous, too, the first time I went under.

Get them all right now.

You know, Hunkle's clothes do nothing for you.

Why hide our treasures in a shopping bag?

But you come with me, I'll find something.

Hey, no, I'm comfortable in these.

Back home on the farm, I always wore overalls.

Where was the farm?

In Idaho.

We're listening again.

I didn't notice.

Eh, you'll get used to it.

Oh, why does the vote do that?

We're trimming our ballast.

What's that mean?

Well, it's kind of like shifting weights on a scale to make it balance.

Whoa, hey, there we go again.

So where in Idaho?

Oh, it's a small town.

You've probably never heard of it.

Try me.

Mr.

Holland?

Excuse me.

Yes, sir.

When you're through with a pharmacist's mate, do you relieve Mr.

Watson on watch?

The pharmacist's mate, sir?

Yes, an inner ear problem.

I'm worried about you.

You keep losing your balance.

Dad?

Captain.

Yes?

I'd like to thank you.

For what?

After rescuing you from Lieutenant Holden?

Yes, but for rescuing us from the island.

No one in the community?

I'm sorry.

We must be trimming our ballast.

I've heard that one before, Captain.

Good evening, Chief.

Sir.

Chief, this is a first.

I've never known you to surface when we're running.

S.M.

Whitman.

I told you, sir, having a woman on board is bad luck.

And if having one on board is bad luck, what do you think five women are going to get?

What do you want me to do, Chief?

Throw them overboard?

It's something to think about, sir.

Well, it's just a superstition.

Women are...

I'm sorry.

She's a Japanese spy.

Major, he was tough.

The clones would drive faster than the engine room.

You know, with all the heat and everything, well, I hung them on the wheel,

and I didn't realize the clothes were so heavy.

And is everyone all right?

No, I'm not.

Lieutenant, why don't you go to your quarters?

Well, what about the clothes, sir?

The chief and I will work that out.

Right, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're all wet, sir.

Oh, let me dry you off.

No, thank you, Lieutenant.

I'm in the engine room.

I'll dry quickly.

Good night.

Yes, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

What do we do with that?

We hang it up, Chief.

The sooner it dries, the sooner we'll get it out of here.

You hold this, I'll tie it off.

I wonder if we should wash this again or spin up a floor.

I suppose we can.

Well, I think we have that pretty nicely.

Good night, Chief.

Good night.

Thank you.

I'm terribly sorry about what happened.

I'd like to speak to the chief.

Is he in the engine room?

Yes, but I'm afraid it's no woman's land.

I owe him an apology.

James Tosten?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry about any of the problems we've caused you.

Yes, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

You really got your hands full here, haven't you?

Half of these parts don't even belong in a submarine.

No offense, ma'am.

But what would you know about machinery?

Well, no offense, Chief, but I was raised with machinery.

My father was Chief Engineer of the Seattle Power Plant.

You're going to have trouble with this if you don't install a new valve spring.

You can't install a new valve spring if you don't have one.

Well, let me think about it.

I might be able to solve your problem.

You're going to jump ship.

Good night, Chief.

Dooley!

Dooley, put these clothesline somewhere where I can't see them.

Okay, Chief.

You all right?

Yeah.

When I was a kid, and something went wrong, I'd kind of make a game out of it.

I'd list all the bad things on one side.

One side of a sheet of paper, then list all the good things on the other side.

Somehow they always balanced out, and I felt better.

Today, the bad things are, my boat is still running on two engines.

I have five non-regulation Army nurses aboard.

And although I have borders to pick up an admiral, we've run into a storm that's slowing us down.

On the good side?

You know, that was a stupid game I played when I was a kid.

Morning, Captain.

Morning.

How's your shower, sir?

Non-existent.

I can't get in there.

Morning, Captain.

Morning, Galato.

Coffee, Captain?

Yes, thank you, Galato.

What's the word of the storm?

Yeah, according.

He's a meteorological report.

We should not run him within an hour.

Good.

We've got to get the caracolam and schedule.

We can't afford to miss that item again.

Sit down, Captain, and I'll bring you a bit.

Thank you, Gallardo.

Where's Gallardo from?

Philippines, I guess, sir.

Why?

Oh, thank you, Gallardo.

Speech pattern.

Sounds different.

You're my dance uncle, sir.

Uncle?

He signed him aboard.

Right.

If the storm gets any worse, we're in trouble.

It's already slowing us down, sir.

We're losing a couple of knots.

Better than losing the boat.

Yes, sir.

That's right, sir.

We're lifting, sir.

Yes, I noticed that.

What's my love for you doing?

Well, we have a leaky valve, sir.

We're losing hydraulics in the stern plane.

Oh, can he fix it?

Oh, we're trying, sir.

It will help if we can stay on the surface.

We can't do that.

There's too many enemy aircraft in the area.

Oh, I suppose if we don't have to dive suddenly or run deep, sir, we should be able to make it to Karakulong.

Do you want some coffee, Mr.

Stumple?

Oh, I don't know.

Yeah, I need some coffee.

Take my shower.

I'll take the table, sir.

Good luck with it.

Mr.

Watson?

Oh, good morning.

I'm having a little trouble.

I can't seem to get it to work.

I think there's something wrong with the shower head.

Oh?

Would you help me?

Sure.

I'd like to apologize again, Captain, for causing the trouble in the engine room.

Oh, that's quite all right.

Are you sure you followed the instructions?

Yes, I did.

I turned this one, and this one, and this one.

All right.

I think that's what I did.

Well, at least let me blow you off.

No, no, no.

That's just quite all right.

Whoever's shower schedule you worked out, sir, saves water.

Oh, no, no, no.

I was just showing her how to operate.

It's your boat if you want to have these showers.

No, no, no, no.

I forgot my shower, Captain.

Would you hold this, please?

I'll be right back.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Uncle.

Delardo.

Delardo Delardo.

Yes, the best to her.

You signed him on.

What do you know about him?

Well, I didn't.

I mean, I didn't sign him on.

It must have been Mr.

Stovall.

He has so many men reporting for duty, he says it.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Captain.

I'll be just a minute and a half.

That's all right.

Sir, I hope you don't mind a little professional advice, but you look a little peeked, tense.

If nothing's nervous and irritable, you can be sure there's something he's not getting enough of.

Vitamins and minerals.

Oh, dear, what you need isn't in here.

I didn't think it would be.

But they're in my other pillbox.

I'll get them.

No, no, that's quite all right.

Don't bother, Lieutenant.

It's no bother, sir.

No, no, you can give it to me later.

All right.

I'll be out in a...

No, no, no.

Right.

Captain, you got to get that woman and a thing out of my engine room, sir.

The Major?

Yes, sir.

If you don't, you're going to have a mutiny on you.

Oh, later, Chief.

I...

Now, sir.

No, but I...

All right, Dooley.

You stand guard here.

Lieutenant Crandell can come out, but no one can go in.

The next shower is mine!

The next shower is mine!

I don't care what she says, sir.

I don't want it in my engine room.

What?

That.

It's only temporary, sir.

Captain, what are you going to do about it?

Well, it looks like it works.

That thing going up and down, it's indecent.

Chief, what other choice do we have?

None, sir, not until we make up the house, Frank.

What do you mean, we?

I'll throw up the design.

You can turn it out.

Excuse me.

I don't want that thing around me all day.

I know the feeling, Chief.

Chief, I'm going to go take my shower.

Frank, what goes down must come up unless it's blank.

Frank, is he always like that?

No.

Sometimes he gets depressed.

That's amazing how compact everything is.

Well, you know, in a submarine, you have to learn how to operate in very close quarters.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Good morning.

Sir.

Good morning, Mr.

Stovall.

Lieutenant Duran would like to look through the periscope.

There's nothing out there but ocean.

But if you like ocean, just walk her easy.

Walk her easy?

Turn it very slowly.

You're doing it very well.

Thank you.

It's just terrific.

What's that ship out there?

Ship!

Holy cow, we got a sitting duck.

Were you looking at a ship or a farm?

Oh, yeah, it's a tanker and a good one.

At least 8,000 tons of her.

And she's riding low.

It means she's still loaded, sir.

Number one tube is operational, sir.

All we need is one shot.

This boat wasn't meant to be an old maid.

All right, Mr.

Stovall, let's go duck hunting.

You light it up, I'll get the captain.

You better get below the tent.

Load torpedo.

Tube one.

Load torpedo.

Tube one.

Captain, we've made contact, sir.

What?

An enemy tanker off our starboard side.

She's tied up in the harbor just...

We have orders, Lieutenant.

We're not to engage in battle.

Sir, it won't be a battle.

One shot and she's gone.

No semantic games, Mr.

Holden.

Captain, I understand the moral dilemma you're facing.

Lieutenant, you're not even remotely acquainted with morality, and it's not a dilemma.

It's a frustration, a tail-graping frustration.

But I have my orders, and I intend to obey them.

And you, Mr., could make things much easier if you had stopped trying to beat the system.

Sir!

Sir, I am not trying to beat the system!

I'm trying to beat the enemy!

There is enough oil in that tanker to keep the blockade going for another month.

Mr.

Holden, why you're wearing that uniform is your business.

What it does when it's on this boat is my business, and it's going to obey orders or be confined to quarters.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

We're on target, sir.

Negative.

Secure from battle stations, torpedoes, down scopes.

But, sir, the way she's ready, she'll sink like one of my mother's donuts.

Lieutenant, will you get below?

You're biting the pills.

Will you get below?

Up scopes.

Did I do something wrong?

What happened, sir?

We've just sunk a truck.

Let's get out of range of those shore batteries.

Sir, where's Lieutenant Colonel?

She went to a quarter, sir.

She couldn't help it.

It was an accident.

Exactly what I'm trying to tell her, Lieutenant.

Captain?

Yes, Chief?

Thank you very much.

I know how you want this boat to get in action and how tough it was for you to follow those damn orders.

I shouldn't have made it any tougher.

Forget it, Chief.

Herbert, I gotta tell you, it's not tough.

It's murder.

You just have to try to bear with it.

Captain flooding in the radio room.

Captain flooding in the radio room.

Hey!

Hold it!

One of those tail critters.

Here, stop it.

Take them out of control.

Lost five.

David, control, Chief.

One holds this one.

All right, stay with him off.

Back to him.

Got it, got it.

What's our next move?

What do you think, Chief?

Well, sir, either we can tie up somewhere and jury-patch it.

Or...

Or we can sink.

No choice.

Where's the nearest naval base?

Our destination, sir.

Tarak along.

We'll never make it.

Where's the nearest island?

Mingus.

Now, they have no docking facility.

Well, there's an inlet that I remember, sir.

If we dam it up and we pump it out, I think we can manage our repairs.

Well, we've got her in dry dock.

I should paint her.

Painter?

Chief, we have an admiral waiting for us.

Again?

We'll do it while we're making repairs.

There won't be any loss of time.

How long do you estimate it will take?

Well, sir, if amends sleep on the beach and we work around the clock and shifts four to eight hours.

36 hours.

Maybe less.

Mr.

Holden?

Yes, sir.

Set up a schedule for the work detail.

Chief, I'm free estimates it'll take about 36 hours.

Anything you can do to shorten that will be appreciated.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's set our course for Mingus.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mingus Island is seductive, more conducive to play than to work.

Chief O'Lumfrey and his painting crew are relaxing,

while the rest of us have the sea tiger out in the shakedown cruise.

One of the principal players, of course, is Mr.

Holden.

We have, however, managed to make our repairs and give the boat a pink undercoat, saving the gray for the finish coat.

No leaks.

It's working beautifully.

Admiral Hatfield still wants to keep the rendezvous, sir.

Artile gave him a chance to recuperate.

They're asking for confirmation.

Affirmative.

I can't confirm, sir.

The transmitter isn't working.

Keep trying.

Chief O'Lumfrey did a great job.

But when it works, sir, I mean using wood.

Well, it may seem somewhat innovative, Mr.

Stovall, but back in the States, there's talk about, possibly, making an entire boat out of wood.

We're stable, sir, and all compartments are holding.

Mr.

Watson, we have ourselves a boat.

Take her up.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stand by, Serbets.

Success.

Lieutenant, I award you this coconut.

I consider it an honor, sir, and I'll wear it proudly.

Whew.

I thought that was supposed to be done on both cheeks.

Only by amateurs.

I hear planes.

Let's try it again.

You're supposed to hear bells.

I hear bells.

I hear planes.

Enemy, plane!

Come on!

Get out of the door!

It's the fire of the day!

It'll take some bad way to cross it!

Sergeant McCoy, hit the dead gun, this is all.

Down to double quarters!

The fire of the day!

All right, let's get my hand.

Here they come!

The fire of the day!

Go!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

All right, we can watch this recuritize, now we're in trouble, we're over it.

Captain, look!

What?

Oh, that's gonna get us all killed.

Come on!

Reciting ducts, sir.

Do we dive?

Come on!

He's a very powerful swimmer, sir, but he's not gonna get out here in time!

We've got to dive!

No, no!

This is no looking for him!

Watch him give my hand!

Aye, sir!

Aye, sir!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Hey, let's figure it out fast.

Sir, I just wanted to thank you for the risk you took.

A risk I should not have had to take, Mr.

Holden.

Your inability to accept responsibility endangered the lives of everyone on board this boat.

I put you in charge of a work party and you turned it into a beach party.

I thought I shouldn't bother you with the problem of command because I doubt that you will ever have one, Mr.

Holden.

You are confined to quarters until we reach Caracolong, at which time I am transferring you off of this boat,

and if possible, out of this Navy, that is all.

Captain, that wasn't all Lieutenant Holden's fault.

Everybody was kinda drunk on fresh air and palm trees.

It was, uh, stupid.

I'm stupid.

Yes, stupid.

I'm stupid.

Thank you, Malampri.

Maybe I overreacted.

Yes, sir.

Stupid.

He saved our skin.

This battle, he did win.

But it was foolish for him to try.

For if not today, tomorrow we die.

How you feeling, Dolores?

Fine, thanks, but very stupid.

Stupid.

I've been thinking about all the problems I've given you.

The engine room, the torpedoes.

With me around, you don't need the enemy.

I owe you an apology.

No, I owe you one.

I was on my way to make it yesterday, and the war got in the way, so I'm sorry.

I accept.

Could you tell me what it was for?

If you don't remember what it was for, I retract the apology.

Oh, I lost my temper in the control room.

Captain, we picked up Tokyo Rose on the radio, sir.

I'll be right there, Stolo.

See you later, Dolores.

Goodbye, sir.

Before our next number, I have a message for the crew of that pink submarine cruising somewhere in the Celebi Sea.

How did she know we were pink?

She said we were pink.

Fellows, start the new year off right.

Surrender.

We don't know what you're up to, but it won't work.

All you've done painting yourself pink is to make it easier for us to find you.

That's not good news.

So why die, boys?

And now, an appropriate number.

She's right, sir.

A pink submarine is an awful easy target to spot.

What are we gonna do?

We hide, Mr.

Watson, to one of our own ship's sites.

It's chills crazy.

Yes, sir.

Yes, Commander.

Just check with British, Australian, and Dutch naval units.

They have no pink submarines.

Well, it's certainly not one of ours.

Well, intelligence fields at Tokyo Rose broadcasted a decoy to slip onto their own subs through.

Well, that's one trick they won't get away with.

Notify all allied naval units.

Any unidentified submarines, pink or otherwise, should be sunk on sight.

Yes, sir.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Sir, destroyer, bearing two seven five degrees.

That's one of ours.

Well, how do you want to contact them, sir?

Our radio still isn't transmitting.

By visual signal.

Stand by the surface.

Get Gosset up here.

Down scope.

Stand by the surface.

Seaman Gosset, report to the counting tower.

Sir, it's a pink soft.

Down general quarters.

Mr.

Morrison, take that submarine out of the fire.

Aye aye, sir.

All ahead flying crash done.

Take your knees.

I thought that destroyer was one of ours.

It is, but they don't know we're one of theirs.

They're diving, sir.

All ahead, sir.

Stand by to roll down the charges.

Stand by to roll down the charges.

Let me see here!

Now see me surprise!

All stopped.

Pastor?

Turn off the engines.

I think they're getting closer.

Captain, what if we try to convince them we're sunk?

Stuff everything that floats in the torpedo tube and send it to the surface.

It's an old trick, sir, but, uh, we need all the help we can get, sir.

All right, my lovely.

Go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Go!

Come on!

Go!

I'm afraid we can't use this broom.

Thank you, though.

Sir?

Ladies, are they where, uncle?

Well, I took it because they gave it to me.

They gave it to me.

Yes, sir.

I took it because they gave it to me, sir, and...

There will be some help, and, frankly, we need as much help as we can get, sir.

And maybe an understatement, though.

Go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Come on!

Move it!

Go!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

We're ready with yours, sir.

Fire!

Kipper, look.

We sunk them.

We sunk something.

Damn.

It's got to be a trick.

Can you get up, Chinese?

I guess they're not buying it.

No, but we're going to if we don't do something.

Malumphrey, break out of Mom's some lunch.

Mr.

Watson, may I talk to you in private for a moment?

All right, sir.

Mr.

Watson.

What's the mums and lung for, sir?

I'm going to try to make it to the surface.

You can't do it.

A mums and lung is operational to about 100 feet.

We're far beyond its operational depth.

It's an awful risk, sir.

Well, we're at a risk, Mr.

Watson.

I'm unaware of any options.

If we can get someone to a surface in the Yankee uniform, they can yell stop in a language they can understand.

He makes it.

Mr.

Watson, you're in charge of the boat until I return.

Let's...

Mr.

Watson, you're in charge of the boat until I return.

Let's...

We only hit one mums and lung.

That's all we need.

But it's not working.

It needs adjusting.

Uh, adjusting.

Captain, you're not thinking of going up there in this thing, are you?

Captain, sir, request permission to go ashore.

I have the uniform.

I'd like to make sure.

Mr.

Holden?

Yes, sir.

Isn't that out of character?

I don't think so, sir.

One of those is going to hit us eventually.

And if I have to have a funeral, I don't just want to be one of the guys.

A name on a list.

I thought you grew up in Noah's Ark territory, never traveled alone.

Well, I'm gaining wisdom with age, sir.

I've become a private person.

I don't want to share anymore, especially my dad.

Do you have that ready yet?

Almost.

Captain, no disrespect, sir, but I think it would be a good idea if the Lieutenant used it.

He's got 10 years on you, sir.

Could make a big difference.

Remember that extra 20 feet, sir.

I was on the fleet swimming team, sir.

Well, I don't want to disappoint you or Mr.

Watson on the lumpy, so...

Go ahead.

Good luck.

It'll just take a minute, sir.

You have to secure it.

By the way, Captain, in that little dialogue between you and Mr.

Watson, how come that was outside my stateroom?

Were you planning to go through with this, or was that all from my benefit?

Secure.

In other words, sir, did I volunteer, or was I volunteer?

I want you to know when you return.

Good luck.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Let's give her a look.

Babe, Ruth!

Joe, come on!

Joe!

Thank you.

Let's surface and pick up Mr.

Holden.

Thank you.

Finally Caracolone, and finally on time, assuming Admiral Hatfield is still on the island.

More coffee, Captain?

Yes.

Thank you, Gallardo.

No, thank you, Gallardo.

Sir, the Admiral's watch is approaching, and Mr.

Holden and the nurses are waiting to go ashore.

Thank you, Mr.

Watson.

Sir, I'll make a fresh pot of coffee in case the Admiral wants some.

Right.

Mr.

Stovall!

Here, sir.

Stovall, where's Gallardo from?

I don't know, sir.

You signed him on.

No, I didn't.

Uncle did.

Uncle said you did.

Never mind.

To whom do I report, Captain?

We haven't had a chance to cut your orders yet, Mr.

Holden, so they'll be verbal.

Yes, sir.

I've arranged to have you assigned to the submarine Sea Tiger.

Here, sir?

Well, I have some influence with the commanding officer.

He's a son of an admiral, but he appreciates good men.

Thank you, sir.

Mr.

Holden.

Now that you've rejoined our ranks, one question.

What's Gallardo's name?

I beg your pardon?

Long Gallardo, I messed to it.

What's his real name?

Kimi Yoshizaki, sir.

Well, no.

No, he's an American, but of Japanese descent.

He's an old friend.

And you showed him away on my boat.

Yes, sir.

You see, Kimi wound up in an internment camp in Manila, and when the reprisal started after the bombing rate,

I just didn't want anything to happen to him.

Mr.

Holden, I'm afraid you're going to take offense at what I'm about to say, but you're a fraud.

I try, sir.

If you want to be thought of as a con man, you're going to have to do a better job.

Right now, Mr.

Holden, you're in danger of being known as a sentimentalist, maybe even a humanist.

Well, can't let that happen, can we?

I'll keep you secret.

Thank you, sir.

I appreciate that.

Captain, Admiral Hatfield is coming aboard, sir.

Right, Mr.

Watson.

Thank you, sir.

I'll board the welcome boat, sir.

Ensign Stovall will show you to your quarters, sir.

Thank you, Captain.

This way, sir.

Major Heywood.

You and your nurses may use my boat.

Thank you, sir.

There's a plane waiting at the airstrip.

They'll take you to the nearest army base.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, and goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Major.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Captain.

You're welcome.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

Take care.

I will.

Ow!

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's all right.

Give me something to remember you by.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Captain.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Goodbye, Barbara.

Hey, you never gave me the name of the little town.

From what town?

The town in Idaho.

Pocatello.

I'll see you.

Goodbye.

Captain!

Yes, sir.

There's something wrong, sir.

You've got a Jeep wheel on the trim control, golf clubs operating the Kingston valves, and a girdle in the engine room.

Yes, sir.

I know, sir.

Any skipper who can keep this boat in fighting trim deserves every commendation in the book.

Right now, I hope you'll be satisfied with the salute.

Captain, I'm proud to be aboard your boat.

Thank you, sir.

On behalf of the crew, I thank you.

As you were.

What's that?

All the planes are taking off, sir.

Why?

Why?

Captain!

There's a flight of bombers headed this way.

Orders have come through to clear the airstrip.

Transfer all operational aircraft to Sabu.

Sir, one of those is the nurse's plane.

What do we do?

Well, Mr.

Holden, I guess we'll have to invite them on board.

Yes, sir.

Nurses, would you like to come aboard?

It's like asking Jonah if he wants to take another trip with the whale.

Ladies, we're getting underway.

Aye, aye, sir.

Lay in the dirt!

Stand by to raise the anchor!

Here.

Thank you, Mr.

Holden.

Mr.

Holden.

Hold on.

Listen.

Do you think we'll ever get the nations off this boat?

With any luck, sir, no.