In Washington, high-ranking Navy and
Army officers meet in closed conference.
After months of secret preparations...
a far-reaching, combined
operation is about to begin.
Continued secrecy is imperative...
for the plan's success.
We've practically cornered
the chili sauce market for you sir.
Good work Cookie, you got
plenty steaks to go with it?
Yes sir.
Captain, last torpedo is on board.
- Right. I'll be at the dock phone.
- Aye, aye sir.
Any luck on that Oklahoma City call?
Sorry Captain Cassidy, I haven't
gotten through to your wife.
You know how it is. Christmas Eve.
Yes, I know how it is.
Thank you. Cancel the call.
Hi Rocky. That kid of yours been born yet?
- Yes sir. It's a boy.
- What, no cigar?
- Congratulations Rocky.
- Thank you sir.
- Oh Captain.
- What, Sparks?
I got the record changer all hooked up sir.
So I hear.
The crew certainly does
appreciate your gift sir.
Well, after five patrols, I
appreciate my crew, Sparks.
Full fuel, lube, oil,
battery and fresh water.
Engineering department ready for sea sir.
Request permission to
warm up the main engine.
- Ok Larry.
- Thank you sir.
Sweetheart, we're shoving
off ahead of schedule.
Something urgent.
I tried to telephone you and the children...
to wish you a merry Christmas...
and to tell you I'm now wearing
three stripes on my sleeve...
and some embarrassingly
shiny scrambled eggs on my cap.
I hope you like the nylon stockings darling.
Don't ask me how I got them.
Tell Michael I couldn't find a toy submarine.
Tell him it's the w*r. He'll understand.
There's even a shortage of teddy
bears but I found one for Debby.
I hope her chickenpox didn't
leave any marks on that sweet face.
Full torpedoes on-board. All tubes
loaded and ready for w*r sh*t.
Full amm*nit*on and pyrotechnics on-board.
- Gunnery department ready for sea sir.
- Very well Pete.
- Send in the mail orderly please.
- Aye, aye sir.
I've got the same good crew.
A few new men from sub school.
If we were together tonight darling...
- Mail orderly Captain.
- Mail this before we shove off.
Aye, aye sir.
All hands aboard. All
departments ready for sea.
Secured quarters.
They won't kick you upstairs.
- You're too valuable at sea.
- Who's kidding who?
I'll be fighting from a
desk after this patrol Andy.
Gather around men.
I'm sorry your liberty was cut short.
But I guess the Navy would've let us have
Christmas ashore if this wasn't important.
The men who've been with me know
I don't believe in fight talks.
When a man gives a fight
talk, he needs one himself.
For the benefit of newcomers,
you're here because you volunteered.
You're well-trained, highly selected
men and we're glad to have you aboard.
You may be infants in
the submarine service...
but you'll be veterans by
the time we make port again.
We've had pretty fair luck so far.
Let's hope we really smear them this time.
- Dismiss the crew.
- Aye, aye sir.
Leave your quarters.
Shore connection is clear. Topside
secured, all except mooring lines.
Ok Chief.
All tested out. Ship ready
for getting under way sir.
Number one and two main
engines on propulsion.
Ok, let's go.
Single up.
Answer bells.
Take in one.
Pull five. Port, back one-third.
Port, stop.
Take in five.
All ahead one-third.
- Hatch secured.
- Report, forward room rigged for diving.
What do you think you are? The pipes of Pan?
This, Dakota, is a genuine n*zi flute.
- I paid an Atlantic sailor 5 bucks for it.
- n*zi flute?
You can get them in Frisco for four bits.
- Do you know of Tarpon Springs, Florida?
- Sure.
- You do?
- Yeah.
The best fishermen in the
world are the Greeks, my people.
You're Greek?
- Greek-American.
- What's your name?
Leos Deopoulis Gurfelis Junior.
That junior is pure American.
But seeing you're off a destroyer
we'll settle for Tin Can. Ok?
Ok, just so long as nobody
around here calls me Hey, Greek.
- I'm sensitive.
- Oh Mike.
Surprise.
Here's that 5-spot I borrowed.
- Fine time to pay me back.
- But I did pay you.
There goes one of the nicest guys
that ever borrowed 5 bucks from me.
Why doesn't the captain wear his decorations?
- Doesn't need to.
- We heard a lot about him at sub school.
You can believe anything that was good.
Those torpedoes cost 12,000 bucks
apiece. Our skipper doesn't waste them.
He's got more plain intestinal
fortitude than any guy I ever met.
I'd follow him right
into the mikado's bathtub.
Do you think we'll see action?
Good. That's why I got off that four-stacker.
Up and down, nothing but
escorting. Made me sick.
- Sitting on a beehive?
- I know. He wants a medal.
Who cares about medals?
I got a better reason.
Pipe down. Look.
In all my 12 years in the Navy, I
never seen a doll on a submarine.
I won her Mike. Cute, eh?
- She going to bunk with you?
- Yeap.
She's a liberty gimmick. Makes gals jealous.
- Jealous of that doll?
- Sure.
I take her into a joint, sit her on a table.
Then we have a long talk. It never fails.
Dame comes up and says,
That's the best you can do?
I says, That's up to you honey.
What happens then?
- How old are you Tommy?
- Nineteen.
Come back next year.
Say, that's a cute m*llitary
objective you got there.
- That's my sister.
- Oh, intelligent too.
Well, if you boys don't mind, Nita
and I, we want to be alone, don't we?
See? It's cute. I told you.
You know, it works all the time.
Passed the submarine net Captain.
Well Andy, it'll be a
long time between beers.
Merry Christmas Mike.
Merry Christmas Tommy.
This is the first Christmas
I ever spent underwater.
You should've been aboard
with us Christmas Day 1941.
The Japs sure gave us a Christmas present.
Blasted the living daylights
out of us off Lingayen Gulf.
Between depth charges, we ate
Christmas dinner in the dark...
200 feet down. Ice water and sandwiches.
Well-sprinkled with rust and chips of paint
that kept flying off the bulkheads at that.
- Bet you said your prayers.
- I sure did. Some extra Hail Marys too.
- Do you think prayers do any good Mike?
- Sure, they do.
Some guys say, Go ahead,
prove to me there's a God.
I don't argue. I just know, like
I know there's salt in the sea.
That's the way it is with me too.
Look Mike, if we get depth-charged,
and I show any signs of being yellow...
- you sock me.
- Right on the button.
- That's a promise?
- It's a promise.
If I were in Connecticut now...
Mother and Dad would come in to
wake me singing Christmas carols.
It's sort of a custom they
started when I was a kid.
Pretty, ain't it? Those guys
practice all year for this.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, you guys.
- Merry Christmas, Tin Can.
- Happy Noel.
Same to you and many more.
Merry Christmas, skipper.
Merry Christmas fellas.
Merry Christmas, skipper.
And a very merry Christmas to you gents.
We'll have to top the diesels.
Hey, get a load of him, will you?
Presents.
For Pills, the pharmacist's
mate, a mournful knell.
He dropped his vitamins
down the periscope well.
So, what do you got?
The new kid forward is wiser but sadder.
Since he stepped on the
skipper coming down the ladder.
I apologized.
On Wolf's grave, a wreath is laid.
Since he tangled his line
with that chambermaid.
- Come on, open it.
- Open it.
You should've had it filled.
All hands get ready to upchuck this dinner.
With Cookie in the galley,
we're going to get thinner.
Fine, listen.
If that ain't a new high for gratitude.
Who practically mothers
all the guys on this ship?
I do.
Who bends over a hot stove
all day long for you guys?
I do.
Who's going to get all the
glory when you sink a Jap ship?
You. That's who.
Who's going to get the medals
from this w*r? You guys.
And what am I going to get? Nothing
but varicose veins and dishwater hands.
Open it. Open it.
What have you got? Open it.
Gee guys.
You shouldn't have done it.
Lookouts to the bridge.
Keep your eyes peeled kid.
All submarines look alike.
We're nobody is friend.
Even our ships will sh**t first
and ask questions afterward.
He listens to you like you were a tin god.
- Look pretty snappy today Captain.
- You know, Christmas.
- Coffee sir.
- Thank you.
- All clear starboard.
- All clear port.
You fellas know me. I'm no highbrow.
When I come home, if there's
any grand opera playing...
the whole Connors family
goes down there twice a week.
Don't ask me why but to me,
it's like going down in a sub.
You shove off, go deep under the sea.
When you come back up, you got something
inside that's never been there before.
Irish and Greeks, born philosophers.
I got a philosophy too.
Every day a box of cr*cker Jacks
with a prize in every package.
I feel sorry for you. You
don't know what family means.
Family means a house has a
mortgage, the kids have measles...
and the old man pays for the insurance
when he's dead. No, not for Wolfie.
The only babies I want are
those born 21 years ago.
Captain has given permission to
pick up the San Francisco newscast.
This broadcast comes to you
from the Friendly Credit Company.
The Friendly Credit Company trusts
you. Any amount from $25 to $1000.
And so Christmas Day is bright on all fronts.
San Francisco police are continuing
the manhunt for a sailor...
wanted on several counts.
The woman making the complaints
insists on prosecution.
The sailor was last seen boarding a
United States submarine at Mare Island.
The sailor is known to
the girls only as Wolf.
- Well, Wolfie.
- Shut up.
However, his shipmates volunteered
information to the police.
Enough to send him up for 1042 years.
The Wolf has been described as a body
of man entirely surrounded by women.
- He's...
- Terrific.
Terrific.
It's just a gag, Wolfie. Just a gag.
Captain give you permission
to pull that stunt?
- Yes sir.
- I was in on the gag too.
- Were you?
- Well, just around the edges.
- Plane coming in at the sun.
- Clear the bridge. Take her down.
- Hatch secured.
- Battle stations manned.
Main induction closed.
What was it?
Looked like a four-motor bomber to me.
Pressure in the boat sir.
Level off at 150 feet.
- Rig for depth charge.
- Rig for depth charge.
Close main vents.
Main vents closed sir.
- Blow negative.
- Blow negative.
- Close negative flood.
- Close negative flood.
Negative flood closed sir.
- Level off at 150.
- Level off at 150.
- Zero bubble.
- Zero bubble.
Open all vents.
- All ahead one-third.
- All ahead one-third.
All answering ahead one-third sir.
- Pump from auxiliary to sea.
- Auxiliary to sea.
- Can we hear it when it comes?
- Yeap son.
We'll hear it, all right.
- Isn't there anything we can do?
- Yeap. We're doing it.
Maybe it's one of our own planes.
If we sink, it doesn't
matter who drops the bombs.
Think they can see our shadow from the air?
That's what we're finding out.
All clear sir.
Let's go up for a look-see. Periscope depth.
Periscope depth. Five degrees up angle.
- Twenty-degree rise on the bow planes.
- Five degrees up angle.
- Twenty-degree rise sir.
- Take charge of your planes.
Up a foot.
Maybe that plane had feathers.
Looks as if we dunked for
a four-motored albatross.
Service, down scope. Have
a merry Christmas men.
- Gee fellas. I could have sworn...
- Albatross have retractable landing gear?
Lookouts to the bridge.
- You can hear that motor so plain.
- Key down. He feels bad enough.
Watch out or they'll give
you an E for imagination.
Lay off him Rocky.
That's all right son.
I'd rather submerge for 100 birds
than not submerge for one plane.
Thank you sir.
- All clear starboard.
- All clear port.
Hello Andy.
Almost 24 hours out now, skipper.
About time to open orders?
Three minutes to go Andy.
I got a hunch it's something big.
Last night, I dreamed we upped periscope.
Right in the middle of the
entire Jap imperial fleet.
Passing in review.
- Did we sink them all?
- With one torpedo.
Billiard sh*t.
By the way, there's a
man from the forward room.
Wants to see you on a
matter of vital importance.
- Torpedoman Adams.
- Send him in.
I was told I'd have to ask you sir.
Go ahead. Ask me.
Sir, at sub school, we saw a
lot of pictures of submariners...
coming back from patrols with beards.
- So you want to grow one?
- Yes sir.
- Think you can?
- Sir, I'd like to find out.
Well, I'll tell you Adams.
First patrol, we all
grew beards. I had a pip.
The second patrol was about half and half.
Then we decided beards are itchy.
They get greasy. We keep a trim ship.
Makes sense we have a trim crew to man her.
Yes sir.
But I don't want to cheat you
of a beard on your first patrol.
Oh, that's all right sir. I
only shave twice a week anyway.
If I could grow one, it'd look a little limp.
I'll stick to shaving twice a week sir.
Maybe when we get back, you'll
be shaving three times a week.
Thank you sir. I guess I'd better
get back and do what I was doing.
Thank you.
Send in the quartermaster
with the chart catalog.
Captain wants the chart catalog Rocky.
- Chart catalog sir.
- Thank you. Stand by.
- Has he come yet?
- No. He's still in there.
- Bring in chart 1291.
- Aye, aye sir.
Just get out that old chart of
Tahiti. I got a tomato in Papeete.
Poetry.
Going to write a letter to
your wife every night?
- Yeap. Sort of keeps us in touch.
- Doesn't make sense if there's no mail.
Who knows? We might hit Australia.
Then again, we might not.
Funny thing about submarines.
The crew always knows where we're
going before the captain does.
Holy smoke. Tokyo?
I always wanted to
see those geisha gals up close.
- Too bad you didn't study Japany lingo.
- Listen, my language is international.
How are we going to get into Tokyo Bay?
The Copperfin just naturally sprouts wings.
We fly over the nets and the minefields...
- plumb in the middle of the harbor.
- Tokyo Bay. Perfect.
Bet we sink 70,000 tons.
20 bucks, even money.
- Seventy thousand tons. You're nuts.
- Look, I got a reason to have luck.
Where I go, there's going to be dead Japs.
- What is this reason of yours?
- Never mind. Anybody want to bet?
It's a secret between him and
Roosevelt. I'll take the bet.
I'll pay off double if we make it.
Only two guys whistle in the
Navy. Boatswain's mates and boots.
You a boatswain's mate?
I'm sorry Mike. I forgot.
You hear that music?
- Reminds me of a dame I knew in Frisco.
- Here we go again.
- She was built for speed, like a destroyer.
- Now I listen.
Kind of compact too, like a submarine.
She was coming down Sutter Street.
Off my starboard beam.
I sees her and says, Up periscope.
I gives my motor a third back
and maneuvers for an opening sh*t.
She picks me up on her detector.
Gives her rudder a hard left. Makes
like she's looking in the window.
Naturally, I gives my rudder
a hard right and moves...
right up alongside her.
She's beautiful. But beautiful.
Comes up to about my chin. Fits just right.
Well, neither of us breaks silence.
Naturally, there's a long pause.
We're both running on batteries now.
Something electric is
going on between her and me.
I'd been on patrol three months.
And this was my first night ashore.
Now, you guys know how it is.
There she was in a nice,
clean, crisp, lacy blouse.
And she looked just like she had a bath.
So she looked like she had a bath.
She even smelled like geranium.
So she even smelled like
geraniums. Then what?
Here we are, hove to, with
her smelling like geraniums...
and me with three months' pay in my whites.
- I'll never forget it.
- Never forget what, Wolf?
Some dames have lips
that are curved all right.
But when you kiss them, you find
they have lips as hard as a warhead?
Well, you could tell
hers was as soft as silk.
Just enough lipstick. Just right.
Well, what did you do about it?
I was so busy drinking her in
out of my starboard lamps...
that I don't see this Market
Street commando hove to alongside her.
I'm trying to get a
recognition signal out of her...
when this sailor busts right in and says...
Would you like one of those lacy things?
And she says, Sure.
And they go in and buy one.
- Well, what did you do?
- Me? I'm m*rder*d.
There I am, anchored, dead in the water...
looking in the window. She's picking out one.
And this Market Street
commando is giving me the gloat.
Am I burnt. I'm dying.
My first night in. There she'd
been, standing next to me.
- Smelling like geraniums.
- Ok, we been through that.
This Market Street commando
peels off some lettuce and pays.
And she's smiling as sweet as a dream.
And there I am, outside the
window, bulkheads busted in.
Next thing I know, she gives this guy a kiss.
And the next thing I know,
she's making for my anchorage...
with his stuff under her
arm and she's saying to me...
Going my way, submariner?
Then what happened, Wolf?
She was built for speed,
but like I said kid...
kind of compact too, like a submarine.
According to the orders, we're to pick
up the lieutenant here at point X-ray.
A PBY boat will meet us at 1430.
Why are they flying him down?
Save us going out of our way to
pick him up, time is important.
- Who is he?
- Aerology specialist.
North Pacific area.
All we have to do is put him ashore in Japan.
You are showing signs of needing a sun lamp.
From now on, sign up. Everybody, once a day.
- You ever want to be a real doctor, Pills?
- Yeah.
I was one of those wise guys who
didn't know where he was going.
Funny place to find out, on submarines.
- What college did you go to?
- California.
Only a year. Then I signed up.
I had an A in chemistry, so
they made me a pharmacist's mate.
Ain't it wonderful what an education will do?
When I got out of the third grade,
I took a job at Coney Island.
- Frying hot dogs.
- You should've stuck to hot dogs.
Where's that half-baked barber?
You finishing college when the w*r is over?
Yeap. Putting my pay and a half in w*r bonds.
Working my way through college underwater.
Pills, if anything happened to
us while we're out on patrol...
if we got conked off, you figure
we'd see our folks in the hereafter?
I wouldn't bank on it.
My old man wouldn't be overjoyed to see
me. He never thought I was much good.
- I like to think we got souls...
- I don't know.
All those guys I cut up at
school, never found a soul inside.
Well, what does that prove, Pills?
Say you trust a guy.
You can't see the trust but it's there.
- I'm from Missouri Mike.
- I'm not exactly religious.
- But don't you think God...
- No, I don't.
My angle is, I only believe what I can see.
- Are you an atheist?
- Call it what you like.
The Japs turn the heat on
us, I'll watch you pray.
I've seen it happen before.
- Say, you guys know what?
- No, what?
There's something screwy about
this detour or whatever it is.
We'll know before long.
Hey, Yo Yo, mind if I use
your office? Something private.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
That's the third time he's asked me.
Well, maybe he's writing poems.
There you are, my little scissor-bill.
Get thee behind me.
Mind you, no politics, no ball
games, no hair down my neck.
Nothing but barbering.
Well Cookie, looks like we're
getting pretty close to enemy waters.
Now Tommy, don't go
getting yourself all worried.
Think we ought to take the hat off?
Well, don't you think we'd better?
- Clippers?
- Yes, thanks.
You see Tommy, there's always one
of two things about a submarine.
In the first place, either the
enemy finds you or he doesn't.
If he doesn't find you,
there's nothing to worry about.
But if he does, there is
still one of two things.
Either he drops a depth charge or he don't.
If he doesn't, there's nothing
to worry about. If he does...
then there's still one of two things.
Either he drops it close to you or far away.
If he drops them far away,
it's foolish to worry.
If he drops them near you...
then there is still one
of two things to worry about.
And that is...
Don't cut too much off.
If your pressure hull holds.
Of course, if it holds,
wouldn't it be foolish to worry?
If it doesn't, you won't be
able to worry, so why worry?
Are you through?
Yes.
He was worth waiting for. He's
a good barber. That looks fine.
You next?
One thousand fathoms sir.
Rudder amidships. Steady on course.
- Two-nine-zero.
- Eight hundred fathoms.
Right, five degrees rudder. New
course, 295. All motors stop.
Right, five degrees rudder. New
course, 295. All motors stop.
Three hundred fathoms.
Stations for battle surface.
Ready on all main engines.
Down scope.
All engines, ahead one-third.
Has the radio man picked up
anything on the frequency?
Contact established.
Plane to starboard sir.
Hold your fire.
Stand by to challenge.
Ok Rocky.
Challenge.
Plane answered challenge correctly Captain.
All stop. Rudder amidships.
Always nice to see those stars on the wing.
You know, I'd sure like
to hook an Aleutian salmon.
Cute if I opened him up,
and there was a Jap in there.
Fried Jap in tartar sauce.
I'll take mine boiled in oil.
I'll go down and get him.
Lieutenant Raymond. McCary. Welcome aboard.
- Thank you.
- Come up, meet the captain.
Thanks.
Lieutenant Raymond reporting.
- Glad to have you aboard.
- Glad to be aboard.
Ready on one and two.
You already know McCary.
- Yes sir. We've met.
- How was your trip?
It was pretty rough. Is
my aerology gear aboard?
Under lock and key.
If you'll go below, we'll
arrange for your berthing later.
- I'd like to get this ship out of here.
- Yes sir.
How do I get below? I've never
been aboard a submarine before.
There's the hatch. It goes down.
Yes sir.
Hey. Bear a hand. I got a bite.
Planes approaching, dead astern.
Jap float Zeros.
All ahead full. Ten degrees right rudder.
Commence f*ring.
Get him smack in the teeth.
Unexploded b*mb forward.
We ought to be diving.
Got six fathoms under us. Got to get on.
Coming in low. Get down.
Good work, Wolf.
- Is he hurt badly?
- I think so sir.
There he goes.
If that Nip doesn't get out of
there, he'll end up with a hot seat.
I could pop him off with a clear conscience.
He looks awful lonesome up there.
Ok.
The unexploded b*mb is
wedged in the superstructure.
Let's have a look at it.
Larry, take the watch.
Pick up that Jap aviator.
I want to question him.
We'll have to bring out the cutting torches.
No time.
I'll get your pigeon for you.
Ok Mike. We'll put him to roost.
Looks like the w*r is over for you son.
Mike.
That's enough kid.
Where's Mike?
Dakota is taking him below.
Mike looked up like he
wanted me to do something.
I just stood there.
Me too. It happened so fast.
We need a man to pull the
teeth of an unexploded b*mb.
Volunteers to the control room.
Mike would be alive now if
I hadn't just stood there.
Stow it. These things happen every day.
If you want to take it out on somebody,
take it out on the Japs, not yourself.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
It boils down to a matter of thickness.
The b*mb is wedged in a tight spot.
And neither the captain or I can get to it.
Back home, they used to call me Slim.
You'll do, Slim.
Take this and that off.
Your volunteer Captain.
Know what you're volunteering for?
Yes sir. The b*mb.
It's wedged under the superstructure.
That's not all.
That Jap may have radioed our position.
If planes come while we're down there...
we'll have to drink a lot of water.
I'll go with you Captain.
Ok Tommy. Get down below.
In case of another att*ck, take her down.
Aye, aye sir.
Clear the decks. Diving stations.
Son...
that b*mb may be a dud because
the f*ring pin is fractured.
If it is, the slightest jar will set it off.
So take it very easy.
Here. You'll need this web wrench.
Tell me when you reach the
b*mb but don't touch it.
- Reached the b*mb.
- Don't touch it yet.
Look carefully around the base of the fuse.
The b*mb may be a booby trap, so it
will blow up at the slightest touch.
Do you see any hammer marks
or slight indentations?
- No Captain.
- Alright.
Now, very carefully, feel the nose.
Can you feel any marks?
No marks sir.
Very gently now...
place the web wrench around the fuse.
It unscrews counterclockwise.
Right to left.
You got that?
Yes sir. It's in place.
- It unscrews left to right sir.
- Right to left. Right to left.
I'm sorry sir.
I heard you all right. I repeated it wrong.
Right to left sir. I'm a little nervous.
Stop and take a breath.
You're doing fine.
Well, I guess Mike got
it quicker, that's all.
Shut up.
- Talking don't bother a b*mb.
- It bothers me.
You know, Dakota, I once knew a dame
who had a temperament just like a b*mb.
Laugh? No laugh.
Start unscrewing it gently.
Just use gradual pressure.
Right to left.
- Right.
- Easy.
Easy. Just loosen it.
- I've loosened it sir.
- Now, carefully...
remove the wrench.
Turn the fuse by hand.
Easy.
Very, very gently son.
Easy does it.
Got made in U.S.A. stamped on it.
The appeasers' contribution
to the w*r effort.
Take it and stew it Cookie.
Adams, you did a fine job.
You earned yourself a higher rating.
Thank you sir.
You got a great pair of shoes to fill Tommy.
One kid's shoe.
One pipe, stem broken.
That completes the inventory.
Mike was a first-class torpedoman...
in more ways than one.
Where's the kid?
He went aft. He feels kind of low.
Wonder if we should've told
the exec about that package...
- that Mike used to keep under his sack.
- What package?
Well...
every time he borrowed Yo Yo's office...
he took it along with him.
Hey, maybe it's one of them censored records.
Say, we could do with a laugh.
I thought Mike was acting secret
when he used to come in here.
Hello honey.
I hope you play this record once
in a while while you're away.
It'll mean you're missing
me like I miss you...
from the moment you
shove off, every single time.
Have I ever told you how much those
homecoming bear hugs mean to me Mike?
Gosh darling, you could break all
my ribs, having you back is so good.
The kids miss you and make believe
you're at the table each night.
I don't think they know what
being married 10 years...
to a sweet guy like you is like.
I do, thank God.
Means you've made me
the happiest woman alive.
I hope I've made you happy Mike.
I always tried my darnedest...
because I love you...
with every bit of my heart.
And whilst we consign...
his remains to the deep...
we the living pray thee heavenly Father...
to grant him eternal peace and rest...
through Christ Jesus, our Lord.
Amen.
Why weren't you up there?
I got no use for burials.
Oh, coffee is more important, eh?
- You don't think I care he's dead?
- Why didn't you come up?
- Sorry for that Jap?
- Shut up. I don't take that from nobody.
I'm surprised at you guys, all of you.
You ought to have sense enough not to get...
such dumb ideas.
- I told you, I had my reasons.
- Bilge.
Look.
I had an uncle lived in the old country, see.
A real high-class guy, not like me.
You know what he was?
He was a teacher of philosophy.
To be that in Greece,
the home of philosophy...
you got to be A-number-one
smart and that was my uncle.
So they k*lled him, them Nazis.
They stood him up against
the wall. You know why?
Because he had brains.
Because everybody is got to be their sl*ve.
Them that won't, like my uncle, they k*ll.
My old man was no good.
He was a boozer. He d*ed
in bed having the DT's.
But my uncle, a man with
education and charity...
who used to send my ma what to eat with.
Him, they stood up against the wall.
And that sticks in here with me.
The difference between them and us...
is, with us even the no-good
gets a chance to die in his own bed.
So I don't forget my uncle.
An American flier gets
k*lled, I think of my uncle.
I see pictures of Chinese kids
getting bombed, I think of my uncle.
A Russian guerrilla gets
hanged, I think of my uncle.
I see Mike lying in there
dead, I think of my uncle.
I ain't got room in here to
see one of our guys get buried.
Not yet. Not until I've done
something to even the score.
So I eat with it and I sleep with it.
So be sore at me, you dopes.
- I'm sorry, Tin Can.
- Attention.
At ease men.
- Trying to figure out about Mike?
- Yes sir.
Well...
officers and men on
submarines are closer together...
than in most branches of our Navy.
Mike was with me on my first patrol.
He was my friend. I know his family.
His wife is a fine, great hearted woman.
I know his kids.
I remember Mike's pride when he bought the
first pair of roller skates for his boy.
They were the finest roller
skates that money could buy.
Roller skates for a 5-year-old.
Well, that Jap got a
present too, when he was 5.
Only it was a dagger.
His old man gave him a dagger, so
he'd know what he was supposed to be.
The Japs have a ceremony that goes with it.
At 7, a Jap kid is taking
marches under an army instructor.
At 13, he can put a machine
g*n together blindfolded.
As I see it, that Jap started on the road 20
years ago to putting a Kn*fe in Mike's back.
There are lots of Mikes dying right now.
And a lot more Mikes will die...
until we wipe out a system that puts
daggers in the hands of 5-year-old children.
You know...
if Mike were here to put it into words now...
that's just about what he d*ed for.
More roller skates in this world.
Including some for the next
generation of Japanese kids...
because that's the kind of a man Mike was.
- What's that you're reading?
- San Francisco telephone directory.
- I collect names.
- What do you do with them?
Oh, just meditate. Wonder what
kind of people go with the names.
- Wonder what the names mean, that stuff.
- Names don't mean nothing.
- Oh, no?
- No.
- Well, my name is Wainwright.
- Wainwright. So what?
Well, my grandpa used to build wagons.
A Wainwright is a guy who builds wagons.
- Like covered wagons?
- Sure.
Maybe he built some
wagons crossed the plains.
Some grandpas built houses.
Name is Carpenter.
Some grandpas made clothes. Name is Tailor.
Some guy's grandpa built
wheels for my grandpa's wagons.
Name is Wheelwright, a guy who builds wheels.
Sun lamp ready in the forward
room. Come on, GI sunshine.
Don't tell me the captain
finally gave up that sun lamp.
Phone books are fascinating.
I'm nuts about them.
Personally, I use phone books for long sh*ts.
In San Diego, I had nothing
to do and nothing on my mind...
Except skirts.
So I sees this phone book. I
flip it open. I come to a name.
Rosalie Riley.
Pretty name, I says to myself.
I wonder what she's like.
- So...
- So you call her up.
No. Why waste time?
I go right out to her house, 21 valley Road.
Never forget it. Had
roses all over the place.
Very pretty. Very pretty indeed.
- Red and pink roses...
- Now we're going to pick roses.
I pick a rose. So I got something to
talk about when she comes to the door.
Up I go to the door.
I ring the bell. And I hear a
very nice voice from the inside.
Wait a minute, she says. I'm in the bathtub.
Every girl you meet is in the bathtub.
I haven't met her yet. I'm on her porch.
Naturally, I sit down.
I'm rocking back and forth, back and forth.
Skip the details. Who
cares if you're rocking?
I'm just trying to give you the picture.
We got the picture.
You're in the bathtub. She's on the porch.
She's in the bathtub. I'm on the porch.
She comes to the door. My stomach flutters.
- She's beautiful.
- Now his stomach flutters.
Oh, she says, I thought you were
someone else. Disappointed? I says.
You're there with a snappy comeback.
She says, I can't ask you to come in.
Of course not, I says, giving her pearly
teeth. But I can ask you to come out.
What did she say to that?
Well, she didn't say
anything, that is, right away.
Then I proceeded to pour on the personality.
Then what did you do?
Now, wouldn't you like to know?
You give me a pain in the pancreas.
You're always sh**ting off.
Stow it for the rest of this
patrol. Some of us have sweethearts.
Yeah? Well, maybe some of us haven't.
Hasn't he been telling the truth?
No. You haven't been swallowing
all that stuff, have you?
Captain.
Oh, this it?
I'm afraid to take a look.
Just hope it won't be Coney Island.
Well, I got on my lucky sweater.
What's the bearing?
Zero-five-zero Captain.
Smack on the button. Take a look.
Right down Fujiyama's throat.
Nice work Andy. Check your tangents.
Lieutenant Raymond to the conning tower.
Attention, all hands.
We're lying off the Japanese
mainland. Thought you'd like to know.
Just like the postcards, eh?
You get a better look inside the bay Captain.
By the way, you think you
can get inside the net?
- That's what orders say.
- What about minefields?
- Can you see them underwater?
- Nope. I wish I could.
But if you do get in, how are
you going to get the ship out?
This is a sort of blind date Raymond.
- We have to wait and see what happens.
- Got my tangents Captain.
Ok Andy. Down scope.
We'll break out a chart
of the probable minefields.
Well boys, looks as if we
have to wait for a ticket in.
This is going to be like waiting
to have your first tooth yanked.
Checking the gravity Captain.
How you happen to volunteer for
the submarine service Captain?
Well, when I was a kid...
I used to get a kick
out of swimming underwater.
How's your wife feel about your
shoving off on these patrols?
The way the wives of all
the men in the services feel.
- Did she know what she was getting into?
- Not when she met me.
She was a blind date.
Not quite the same as
the date we've got ahead.
It was dark. I couldn't
see what she looked like.
- You find out what she looked like?
- Yes.
You see, we have two kids by now.
I meant that night sir.
No.
But I found you didn't need to know
what a girl looked like to like her.
I liked her voice, the things
she said, the way she laughed.
Still do.
I like the way she is with our kids.
I like everything about her.
- What made you pick the Navy Raymond?
- Well, I was born and raised in Tokyo.
Tokyo, Japan?
- You speak Japanese?
- Yes, he does.
- We expect to make good use of it soon.
- Let's hear some.
I'm sorry Captain.
I thought there was a Jap
loose on-board ship.
It was Mr. Raymond.
There was a democratic movement in
Japan after the last w*r. What happened?
- The leaders were assassinated.
- What of the people?
They have no voice now.
Starvation is the big stick.
That's right sir. A big wage is $7 a week.
They have no unions, no free press, nothing.
- They do what they're told.
- Most believe what they're told.
Like that hero who knifed your torpedoman.
- They've been sold a swindle and accept it.
- How can they support such big families?
They don't. Daughters of the poor are
often sold to factories or worse...
when they're about 12.
Females are useful there only
to work or to have children.
The Japs don't understand the
love we have for our women.
They don't even have a word for it.
Picking up something directly
aft Captain. Bearing, 180.
- All stop. Up scope.
- All answering stopped sir.
Sounds like a cruiser limping
in, destroyers escorting.
She's a heavy cruiser, deep in the water,
coming home sick, destroyers for nurses.
- Down scope.
- Dead duck Captain?
Live duck. No torpedoes. This is
our ticket to the feeding grounds.
- Range on cruiser, sound-man.
- 4200 yards sir.
Should be tugs coming to help her.
Surge ahead, entrance to Tokyo Bay.
Aye, aye sir.
Picking up several ships sir,
confused sound. Maybe three, maybe four.
Good.
- Ten degrees dive on bow planes.
- Ten degrees on bow planes.
- All ahead one-third.
- The Japs don't know it...
- but they've sent us an invitation.
- All answering ahead one-third sir.
Blow negative.
- Close negative flood.
- Negative flood closed.
- Zero bubble.
- Zero bubble.
That cruiser is probably picking
up a plane escort overhead.
- You figure we're right here, eh?
- And the minefields will start in there.
They're a cinch to have a sounding
device to detect uninvited guests like us.
Small ships passing over sir.
And making so much noise
their destroyers can't hear us.
Live duck, he says.
Did you guys hear the skipper say
that we're not f*ring any torpedoes?
He said our mission was Tokyo Bay. Ok,
we're here. What are we doing, sightseeing?
What's the matter Tommy? Scared
with all the company over us?
I'm not scared yet.
Tugboats have contacted
cruiser and destroyers.
- A description of what we ain't sinking.
- Shut up.
- It's a free country.
- Not where we're sitting, it ain't.
Right in the Nips' birdbath.
Attention, all hands.
We're going to take a chance following
this cruiser through the minefields.
From now on, normal talking is Ok but
be careful of striking metal on metal.
You all know sound travels
far and clear underwater...
especially when it's being sucked in by
Jap listening devices above us or onshore.
It's essential that we get
as near to Tokyo as possible.
In addition to mines, there's
certainly a submarine net ahead...
just waiting for screwballs like us.
The cruiser will be passing any minute.
They'll lower the gate to let her through.
I'm banking on the tugs and cruiser to
keep our motor sound from being picked up.
Stand by. Keep on your toes, Sound-man?
Cruiser is starting to pass overhead.
- All ahead two-thirds, steady as you go.
- All ahead two-thirds, steady as you go.
- How's their speed?
- Slowed a few rpm Captain.
Good. That helps us.
Bearing zero.
Bring her up to 55 feet, keel depth.
Anything I can do sir?
You can join us in holding our breath.
We're trying this on for size.
- Can we hug the cruiser any closer?
- We're just about kissing her now sir.
If we kiss her bottom, we get
an ashcan right down our neck.
Bearing zero. Picking up
gate vessels off both beams.
We're approaching their
submarine net Mr.Raymond.
Men, you may all join me in a silent prayer.
They may not lower the net enough.
We got to take a chance.
Plane up to 45 feet, keel depth.
Attention, all hands.
That bottom you're feeling
is well inside Tokyo Bay.
We'll spend the rest of our first day here
as guests of the Imperial Japanese Navy.
Say Tommy, are you sure you feel all right?
Don't think I'd get sick
in the bottom of Tokyo Bay?
It will be dark upstairs soon.
We'll surface to charge batteries.
I can ask the exec to let you
have some air on the bridge.
No, thanks. I'm all right, honest.
Aye, aye sir.
Hey, Wolf Captain wants you
in his stateroom right away.
Now what have I done?
Skipper probably wants
information on Japanese dames.
Yes sir?
Wolf, how would you like
a little shore leave?
- When sir?
- Tonight.
- Tonight?
- Sit down.
- Sit down.
- Yes sir.
Wolf, you've been with me on five patrols.
I've watched you under
fire. You don't scare easy.
I'm going to ask you to do something. You
can turn it down. It won't go any further.
- Well, just give me the orders Captain.
- This isn't an order.
If you go, you go voluntarily.
You might not come back.
It has to do with why we haven't
betrayed our position by sinking ships.
Yes sir?
We're putting three men
ashore to obtain vital data.
- That's why we're here.
- I'll go Captain.
Good. Come with me, Wolf.
- Hi, Sparks.
- Hi, Wolf.
- Here's your other volunteer.
- Glad to have you with me.
- Thank you sir.
- Forget the sir stuff. There won't be time.
Well, let's get down to facts.
Under the command of Admiral
Halsey, our aircraft carriers...
the Hornet and the Enterprise left
the United States two weeks after we did.
They've followed our course.
At the present time, they're
approaching this position.
The purpose of this combined operation
is the first bombing of Japan.
Sit down.
Lieutenant Raymond will
tell you your mission.
The bombing planes must've information
necessary to a successful operation.
The weather, shore installations...
barrage balloon positions and the number
and location of Japanese ships in the bay.
We'll get that information to them by radio.
After you men are ashore, the Copperfin
will proceed as near as possible to Tokyo.
We'll obtain data that our
fliers need on that city.
That information will be transferred to you.
Pardon me sir...
- but how will we know our way around?
- I was raised in Japan.
We've chosen a spot that I know very well.
- Isn't the coastline one city after another?
- No.
Actually, it's very similar
to that of California.
The spot we've picked is a lonely one.
This special clothing
has been provided for you.
- Anything wrong sir?
- Oh, no.
We always dim the lights 45
minutes before we surface.
It allows our eyes to get
accustomed to the darkness.
If you should run into any geisha girls
on any porches just out of any bathtubs...
don't pick any roses.
Shore party to the conning tower.
- Good luck, Wolf.
- Don't forget that bottle of sake.
Give the emperor a boot for me, will you?
See that Nita doesn't get
lonesome while I'm gone.
Be good.
- So long guys.
- So long, Wolf.
- Ready to go sir.
- Stand by in the conning tower, Wolf.
- Aye, aye sir.
- Send us a postcard kid.
- Happy landings fella.
- Lot of luck, pal.
Don't take any wooden yen.
- Say, Wolf, how come they picked you?
- I don't know.
Strong arms, strong back, weak mind.
- Pass the word, battle stations.
- Battle stations.
Battle stations.
Stand by to surface.
- Sound-man, make another check.
- All clear sir.
Blow negative.
- Put a bubble in safety.
- Bubble in safety.
All ahead one-third. Plane
up to periscope depth.
Once you're in the boat, we'll
submerge and proceed north to Tokyo...
to get the necessary information.
If all goes well, we'll return
to this position tomorrow night...
and surface at 0130.
One of you will come out to meet us in the
boat to get the Tokyo and Yokohama data.
We'll submerge again and await completion
of your shortwave to the Hornet.
- Is that clear?
- Yes sir.
At 0330, we'll surface again.
If you've completed your transmission
and are ready to return to the ship...
- what letter will you flash?
- C if it's clear.
- And if a Jap patrol is onshore?
- J.
Right. Then you return to
cover until the next night.
We won't respond to your
signal but we'll be here...
every night at the same time
until your mission is completed.
Any questions?
Vent safety. All stop. Make
another sweep, sound-man.
- All clear sir.
- Up scope.
Boat detail, stand by.
Down scope.
Surface.
Douse the lights.
Douse that hatch light.
cr*ck the hatch.
All clear aft.
All clear port.
All clear starboard.
Boat detail, on deck.
Load the gear. Step lively.
Get your eyes accustomed to the night.
You might get a medal if
you keep your skins whole.
- We'll work along those lines sir.
- Sir, I'll work on keeping my skin whole.
- Good luck Raymond.
- Thank you sir.
- Good luck, Wolf. Good luck, Sparks.
- Thank you sir.
Wish I were going with them.
Are you kidding? I need you
on-board. I might break a leg.
Stand by to dive.
Figured out how close we
can get to Tokyo Andy?
Course is charted Captain.
Let's pull the cork.
Get loaded. Head up the trail to the top.
You know, we're kind of like
the pilgrims on Plymouth Rock.
Sixty-two-point-zero.
Fifty-nine-point-five.
Eighty-eight.
You picking up anything, Sparks?
Tokyo Rose, giving out with that nightly
guff to the U.S.A. Listen to this.
Never been defeated in a w*r.
The sooner you Americans realize
that Japan is invincible, the better.
So perfect is the iron ring of
defense the great leaders have built...
that no American ship dares approach
within 500 miles of her sacred shores.
The submarine menace has been removed.
The American Navy is afraid to tell
its people of tremendous losses...
suffered at the hands of the
Japanese fleet. The American...
If you don't need me for a while,
I'll thumb a ride to Tokyo...
and silence that dame but good.
Two flattops building on the ship's ways.
One heavy cruiser in dock, three outside.
Barrage balloons over large steel plant.
Oil storage tanks on rise to the south.
Here comes a tin can. Down scope.
Take her down to 100.
Coming this way. Close now.
Let's hope they're not
listening in their own harbor.
Passing over now.
Steady on course 173.
- How's for lunch?
- Can use.
Then the captain blew up the power station,
and that silenced the shore batteries.
And then we pumped a dozen fish
into the balance of the convoy...
and then we b*at it.
I guess that was the biggest
kick of the year, eh Captain?
Well, it was a kick, all right.
But I think the biggest kick I got last
year happened on dry land. Oklahoma City.
I took my little boy to the barbershop
to get his first haircut with me.
I put him up on that little
board they use for children.
I told the barber to give him a Navy haircut.
I just sat down and watched.
My boy asked if he'd cut it so it
would drop down in front of his eyes.
He'd like to see it fall.
All the men waiting their
turns were grinning at me.
Well, my boy just sat up there, not
saying anything, just looking at me...
very proud.
Just looking at me with his eyes warm.
It was my turn next.
My little fellow asked the barber, could
he sit on my lap while I got my haircut?
Well, the barber knew the boy and I
don't see very much of each other...
and he said, Sure.
So Michael climbed up on my lap.
Oh, I guess it really wasn't much...
but after a while he put
his head back on my shoulder...
and looked at all the men
waiting their turns and said...
This is my daddy.
Just something in the way he said it.
But that was my biggest kick of last year.
Captain, there's a lad forward Tommy
Adams, with a high fever sir, 103.
- Well, what's the matter son?
- I got a fire in my stomach sir.
- I'll be all right.
- You don't look too good.
- You sure picked a fine time to get sick.
- I'm sorry sir.
Take him to my quarters.
What have you done for him?
When a guy gets a bellyache, I usually
give him a pill but this is different.
With that temperature, this
is more than a bellyache.
That's why I came to you sir.
What do you think?
If it's what I think it
is, I'm afraid to find out.
Go ahead.
Easy does it. Easy.
What's the matter with me, Pills?
Just relax kid. You'll be all right.
- Well?
- Listen Captain, I'm not a doctor.
All I know is first aid and
handing out pills. I'm not a doctor.
- Alright, you're not a doctor.
- I can't be sure.
I mean, I am sure and I
don't know what to do about it.
- It's appendicitis, isn't it?
- Yes.
- He's got to have an operation right away.
- Can you do it?
- Do what?
- Operate on him.
- I don't know sir. I never tried.
- I can't help it. Do you know how?
- I've seen a few.
- Remember what you saw?
- Not enough.
- Got a book?
- The Hospital Corps handbook.
- And a book on anatomy?
I can't guarantee anything.
What if I k*lled him?
What are his chances if you don't operate?
He hasn't a prayer. He'll die.
Ok, then we operate.
- How do you feel son?
- Kind of sick.
- I'm sorry sir, I...
- Don't be.
You know what you've got? Acute appendicitis.
- Don't worry about me sir.
- Pills, give it to him straight.
Listen kid. I'm just a pharmacist's mate.
I'm all right on vitamins, sun lamps and
pills but operations are out of my line.
You need an operation, bad.
You'll be dead in a couple of days
if you don't have it right away.
I trust you, Pills.
You know what you're saying?
I can't promise you anything.
Sure, I know.
- When do we get underway?
- You got plenty of what it takes kid.
You rest easy.
I appreciate all you're doing sir.
I guess you've got plenty
worries of your own.
We'll do the best we can for you son.
So I need muscle retractors,
scalpels and clamps.
- Let's see those pictures.
- I can rig a landing light for you.
- That's good.
- These knives are made of the finest steel.
If we could just get someone to
grind them down into scalpels.
I'll grind them. Don't worry,
Pills. I can make these things.
Let me take your book with me.
Where do you think you'll do it, Pills?
Why, I guess one of
these mess tables is best.
- All squared away?
- I think so sir.
You may have to take the angle off the table.
Yes sir.
Destroyer passing aft from port to starboard.
When she's gone, take her to the bottom.
We're going to operate on one of the men.
Aye, aye sir.
I came as near the pictures as I could.
Didn't waste time except on the working ends.
Thanks Chief. Give them to Cookie to boil.
Ok Doc.
- Did you find the ether?
- Yes sir.
Good. I think I can administer it.
We'd better grease his
face against ether burns.
- Where's the stuff? I'll get it.
- In my kit. The white Vaseline.
Cookie is been working on the ether cone sir.
Well, here it is. It's only a tea
strainer but I hope it'll do the work.
It should.
Tommy, when you come out of
this, you order anything you like.
Start cooking a pumpkin pie now Cookie.
Pumpkin pie it is, with spanked cream.
There wasn't a bug I didn't k*ll. It's
all sterilized, just like a hospital.
Thanks Cookie.
Go back to your quarters.
I'll keep you informed.
Yes sir. We'll see you Tommy.
Course is charted, Pills.
Sounds like dead reckoning sir.
Can somebody read if I
want to know something fast?
I'll do it, Pills.
I won't read anything wrong Tommy.
Don't worry, your back is against the wall...
but you'll come through all right.
You got friends pulling for you.
Thanks, Tin Can.
- Ready for sea, Pills?
- Ready for sea kid.
I want you to know that
whatever happens, it's Ok.
I know you'll do your best.
Thanks kid.
Everything secure?
Everything secure sir.
I always say my prayers sir.
So do I son.
- Go ahead.
- God bless Mom and Dad.
Our Father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.
- Breathe deeply son.
- Thy kingdom come...
How long has it been?
An hour.
Smell that ether?
The pressure in the boat
makes it affect everybody.
Sponge please.
After applying the three
clamps to the appendiceal base...
and before the appendix is divided, the
area is walled off with moist gauze packs...
to avoid any possible contamination
or injury to the surrounding structures.
- How long has it been?
- Hour and a half.
Traction is then made on the fixed end...
of the purse string suture
by pulling it upward.
More sulfa?
He can't pull through.
I'm taking too long. I
did my best but he can't.
Finish your job, the ether is gone.
Finished.
And lead us not into temptation...
but deliver us from evil...
for thine is the kingdom...
and the power and the glory forever.
Amen.
Alright, Wolf, let's get going.
Two carriers.
Four heavy cruisers.
Seven destroyers in the bay.
Over the city.
Barrage balloons over the Mitsubishi factory.
That's where the Zeros come from.
Over the Nagoya plant...
there're about 20.
- Nice dogs.
- So well-trained.
- Ready and waiting sir.
- Enjoy your shore leave?
- Yes sir.
- Everything Ok?
- Yes sir.
- Here's the Tokyo-Yokohama dope.
We'll surface again at 0330. Good luck.
Ready to broadcast.
- Give me the time, Sparks.
- Five seconds to go.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Get it, Hornet. Get it sweet and clear.
Three.
Four.
Message from the Copperfin coming in sir.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
- Start recording.
- One.
Two.
Three.
I'll report to the admiral.
Copperfin contacted sir. Report coming in.
Good.
As soon as the message is complete,
rush the records to decoding.
If the Japs pick it up, they'll
think it's one of their own guys.
Stand by the antenna.
I picked up a motor sound, lieutenant.
Hold the boat. Stand by to shove off.
Stand by to pick up shore
party. They're shoving off.
Picking up something on the
promontory Andy. Check it.
Jap patrol. Lookouts below. Stand by to dive.
Duck.
Get going. Hurry. Hurry.
Come on. Come on.
Give that gear the deep six.
- Down the hatch, on the double.
- Come on Chief.
Pull the cork.
All ahead full. Level off at 100 feet.
Home sweet home.
Copperfin, sweetheart, I love you.
You won't run into much interference here.
Those making the Tokyo run will have
to do some plain and fancy hedgehopping.
The weather reports from the Copperfin
are in the hands of the navigators.
The Navy has done a great job of
coordination. The rest is up to us.
Any questions?
One last reminder, fellows.
Double-check your pockets.
Make sure you have nothing on you that
would give information to the enemy.
No man taking off is to have any
means of identification whatsoever.
Who you are, where you're
from or where you're going.
When you get to China, don't get
chop suey. That's an American dish.
Good luck, happy landings and God bless you.
Pilots, man your planes.
I'll see you get them back personally fellas.
Hey boy. Go get them, Butch.
So sorry please.
Attention, officers and
men of the att*ck force.
Every man on this ship and every man
in the Navy wishes you the best of luck.
Stand by to start engines.
Start engines.
Here come our boys.
I hear Japs are happy
to die for their emperor.
A lot of them are going
to be made very happy.
Take a look at the results
of your broadcast Ray.
They're dropping eggs all over the
place men, smack on the target.
Terrific. How do you like that?
Take a look Andy.
Small ships, bearing 225.
Minesweepers, running
interference for the big babies.
Our planes are chasing the
rats out of their nests.
- Down scope.
- All ahead full.
All ahead full sir.
They'll lower the gate to let the
capital ships out in a hurry. And us.
We'll take it through the gate wide-open.
Christoforo Columbo. Here comes
a flattop with a destroyer screen.
Their planes are taking off to tackle ours.
Stand by for a setup.
Mark, bearing 290.
Angle on the bow, 20 degrees starboard.
Range, 6000.
Estimated speed, 20 knots. Down scope.
Steady on course 085. All ahead full.
- Make all tubes ready for f*ring.
- Make all tubes ready for f*ring.
Torpedo setting, 12 feet, high speed.
f*ring order, one, three, four, two.
f*ring bearing 338.
Fire one.
- Give me a time check.
- Four seconds.
- Five seconds.
- Fire three.
Fire four.
Fire two.
Down scope.
Twenty-one seconds, 22 seconds, 23 seconds.
Missed him with number one.
- That was mine.
- It was mine, jerk.
Number one.
Take her under the carrier. We'll finish
the job with the sting from our tail.
Stand by stern tubes.
Fire five.
Fire six.
Fire eight.
Fire seven.
Take her down. Rig for depth charge.
Take the angle off the boat.
Zero dive bubbles. Level off at 150 feet.
Hang on, it's going to get rougher.
- All rigged for depth charges kid?
- Yes sir.
When you hear the metallic
click-click, hang on.
- See what I mean?
- Sure giving them a licking, aren't we sir?
Yeah.
You'll pay off for this
too, you dirty snipes.
Nita, I think they found out where we are.
Switch to emergency lighting.
I bet $5 the next one...
- drops on the starboard side.
- I'll take it.
Hey fellas, the next w*r, I'm
going to the Ozarks and hide.
Oh, Duke.
- I'm sorry.
- Skip it Cookie.
I'd rather get wet that way
than have Jap seawater on me.
All stop. We'll try and
coast out from under them.
- Congratulations, Wolf.
- On what?
It's an hour since you
were reminded of a dame.
Sorry honey.
The exec told me to rope you in.
What makes the clicks
before the depth charges?
Well, we figure it's the detonator
going off before the main charge.
Here's a pencil. Skipper won't mind
if you keep score on his bulkhead.
- All ahead full.
- sh**t me a toolbox.
All secured sir.
Hello Ray. Want something to lean
on? There's plenty more coming.
Well anyway, Tokyo got its face lifted.
And we got ourselves a flattop.
Captain.
- I'm no good.
- Why not?
- I'm scared stiff.
- How do you think the rest of us feel?
You're not scared.
- I've looked at your faces.
- I looked at yours too.
- It's the same as the others.
- You're scared?
I'll say I am.
So is everyone else.
What's the matter? You scared?
No. I was just checking my grocery stores.
Would any of you fellas be
interested in a 1938 motor scooter?
It's no good Chief. We're
taking a lot of water sir.
We get one leak wedged,
and another one starts.
- Captain to the phone.
- Phone Captain.
- Yeah?
- Bad leaks in the after-room, skipper.
- Haven't been able to stop them.
- Well, maybe we've lost the Nips.
I'll take a chance on the pumps.
Start drain pumps on the
after-bilges and stand by.
Salt tablets to make up
for what you sweated out.
Thanks.
Do you guys want cotton for your ears?
If it gets that close, you won't need cotton.
Pills, do you think prayers do any good?
Yes, they do.
I know they do.
Secure the pump.
Give me another wedge.
Captain on the phone sir.
You'll have to plug the
leaks as best you can Andy.
- Those Japs are too smart for us.
- We'll do our best.
Back home, we'd call this fun.
If they don't stop those leaks aft, we'll
be headed for the bottom, stern first.
That's a pretty pattern, that one.
I wonder how the invasion
of Europe is getting along.
Water getting higher in the after-room sir.
Come on. Fill them up.
Those are not finger bowls.
We can't take any more
of this. We're finished.
Shut up, Dakota. Don't yell.
Skipper is got to get us out of
this. I've got to see the skipper.
Let go.
I'm sorry I had to sock you. It
was either your chin or the boat.
There's nothing else we could do.
We got to take it. We can't
win if we can't take it.
Don't you know that?
This ship is taken more
than she should've to.
Anybody hurt back there?
Several.
Pills is fixing them up.
The batteries are low.
If we don't surface soon...
Well, I think we're all tired
of getting pushed around.
How many destroyers do you count, sound-man?
Only one for the moment sir.
Let's take a cr*ck at
that Jap. All ahead full.
- Ready on the bow tubes.
- Ready on the bow tubes.
- Bring her up smartly.
- Switch to power operation.
Full rise on the bow planes.
Close vents.
- Destroyer bearing.
- Zero-one-five.
Vents closed sir.
- Stand by the bow tubes.
- Standing by forward sir.
He's spotted us. Here he comes.
We'll only get one chance at him.
Make it good.
Stand by to fire.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Stand by.
Fire one.
Fire two.
We got him.
- We got him.
- Sweetheart, I love you.
- Yeah, we got him.
- Oh, brother.
There he goes, down for the deep six.
Let's get out of here.
Look Chief.
I wonder if they're going where we've been.
Could be.
Hey Eddie, do you think that
sub down there saw any action?
No, probably just out for
a couple of practice dives.
I'm hopping the first
train back to the farm...
and I'm busting open a big
barrel of cider just for me.
I'm going to a platter shop and I'm
going to get drunk on Dinah Shore records.
Every night for weeks, I've been
dreaming of green vegetables.
Four heads of lettuce, all in a row.
Boy, I'm dreaming of something else.
Well, there'll be somebody hanging
over a hot stove for me for a change.
Me, I'm going to take my girl
out in a canoe and propose.
Going to get married and have seven kids.
You wait till I'm a doctor,
I'll deliver them for free.
That reminds me, I want
a picture of that scar...
to put on the wall of my
office when the w*r is over.
It's like Mike said. When you're
here, you wish you were back out there.
Won't be such a long time
between beers now Captain.
For a moment, I thought I saw
my wife and kids on that dock.
I couldn't be that lucky.
Maybe wives have a way of knowing
when their men are coming home.
Take another look.
You're right.
I couldn't be that lucky.
But I am.
To the United States Navy, our thanks
for making this picture possible.
To the gallant officers and
men of the silent service...
to our submarines, now on
w*r patrol in hostile waters...
good luck and good hunting.
Destination Tokyo (1943)
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