Away All Boats Page #4
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- 1956
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I wanted to be a doctor.
It's the truth.
Hot flash in high school,
so when I got to college,
everybody pressured me
into going out for the team.
There aren't enough hours
to play football...
and study medicine
at the same time.
Guess not.
I've been thinking, though.
When this war is over,
I'm going back to Cal...
and this time, no football.
See, Doc?
You're a bad influence.
- Congratulations, Mr. Kruger.
- Thank you, sir.
You're all a credit
to the Belinda.
Ship's company, dismissed!
Yes, sir?
You're the recognition officer.
Are those Japs or friendlies?
What's the captain waiting for?
Why don't he let us open fire?
They must be Japs, sir.
Commander Quigley!
- Sir?
- Identify those planes.
QUIGLEY:
Friendly.- Huh?
- Hellcats, Captain.
Cease fire.
Cease fire immediately!
Planes fired on are friendly.
I say again, friendly.
Mr. Twitchell, go study
your recognition manual.
You're on hack until you've
drawn 25 freehand silhouettes...
of F-6Fs.
While you're doing it,
remember you advised me
to shoot down Americans.
No gunnery discipline at all
on those ships.
Almost started an epidemic.
Boat from the Sandival's
out to pick up that flier.
He doesn't seem hurt.
I don't envy the crew
that picks him up.
He's going to be the maddest
pilot in the United States Navy.
Six more men on report-all for
fighting amongst themselves.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
If this keeps up, we'll have
the whole crew on report.
Yes, I know.
Since the men found out the
routing changed from Noumea...
to Guadalcanal, they've been...
well, sir, they were
disappointed.
So was I.
Sir, I checked
with island command.
We can have their athletic field
from 1:
00 to 4:00 tomorrow.The chaplain's stirring up
interest in a baseball game.
Mr. Jackson found out anything
about our mail yet?
He's checking on it.
Beer and Coke?
The chaplain wants to have
some for the younger men.
I'm surprised we have
any younger men...
after what they've been through.
So ordered, Commander.
Liberty for all hands
on Guadalcanal tomorrow.
QUIGLEY:
Yes, sir.Liberty on Guadalcanal.
That's like getting to New York
and spending your leave...
in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
CHIEF:
And I thought we wasgoing to New Caledonia.
To Noumea.
The navy figures we're too young
to be exposed to French dames.
I like to visit
historical places.
Don't you ever wash?
CHIEF:
This garbage grinder'sready for salt water.
You don't
understand. I wash.
Quit pushing!
All right. Knock it off!
Knock it off.
Captain...
Sir?
All of our mail is at Noumea.
We haven't had mail for weeks,
and my wife's having a baby.
Believe me, the men
- The baby?
- No, sir-
no, sir. I mean the mail, sir.
I know what you mean,
Mr. Jackson.
Send a signal
to the fleet post office.
Request that the mail be
forwarded to our next anchorage.
Yes, sir.
Plans for the next operation
have arrived, sir.
Liberty on Guadalcanal.
Fine lot of combat efficiency
that'll build into my crew.
Sir?
CAPTAIN:
Nothing. Nothing. Let'slook at those operational plans.
Yech.
If this was Aussie brew,
I'd be feeling it. Nah.
In good Australia, where they
got good beer and pretty women.
In New Caledonia, where they got
pretty French women.
Warm 3.2.
No dames, no mail, no nothing.
Nothing!
Nothing but sailing on the lousy
Pacific on a lousy ship...
with a bunch of creeps
like Sacktime Riley!
RILEY:
Huh? What's the matter?Bad enough doping off
aboard ship. Don't do it here.
RILEY:
What's eating you?If it wasn't so warm,
I'd work you over.
You, too, if you weren't
such a runt.
Don't let that stop you.
Look at them.
You'd think it was
the World Series.
Strike one!
- Strike two!
- Strike? Strike?!
Chaplain, are you blind?
That last ball almost
took my head off.
Strike two, O'Bannion.
O'BANNION:
If that wasa strike, I'll eat it.
CHAPLAIN:
If you don'tstop arguing...
every time you're at bat,
I'll toss you out of the game.
One more word and out you go.
Now play ball.
Well, that's
a Protestant for you.
- That's my coconut.
- Your coconut? It's mine.
- I said it's my coconut.
Get one of your own!
Hey, a fight, guys! Let's go!
Attention, men!
Attention, I tell you!
This is an officer speak-
Mr. Twitchell, sir, I'm really-
TWITCHELL:
You're under arrestfor striking an officer.
- Ah, shut up.
- Get away from me.
- What did you say?
- Get off my foot! Ow.
TWITCHELL:
What are you doing?I saw you do that!
You got it all wrong.
CHIEF:
Riley? Riley!MacDOUGALL:
Break it up.Break it up!
Mr. MacDougall.
Mr. MacDougall.
What's going on here?
TWITCHELL:
You saw it.You're a witness. He hit me!
He struck an officer.
He was in on it, too.
MacDOUGALL:
All right.Knock it off!
Did anybody see
what happened here?
I saw the whole thing, sir.
TWITCHELL:
How could you?You were busy catching.
While I was
taking off my mask,
I looked up
They were wrestling
over a coconut.
All in fun, sir.
Mr. Twitchell evidently
thought they were fighting.
When he stepped between them,
he tumbled over a coconut...
and fell and hit his head
on... that tree.
No-nobody punched him.
Nobody laid a hand on him, sir.
It's all a pack of lies!
I'll get witnesses.
You'll all pay for this.
I'll put everybody on report
for this! You'll see.
You'll see.
All right. Break it up.
Back to your game.
Any noticeable good effects
from our afternoon on the beach?
Mostly bruises,
as far as I can see.
Mr. Twitchell's report
about his mouse...
would indicate
a riot took place.
I've been able to secure
a replacement for Twitchell.
Cut orders
relieving him from duty...
and send him ashore
for further assignment.
QUIGLEY:
Yes, sir.- You wanted to see me, Captain?
- Oh, yes, Torgeson.
Come on. Sit down. Commander, I
want him off the ship tonight.
- Tonight, sir? But-
- Aye, aye, sir.
CAPTAIN:
Sit down.- Coffee?
- Sure.
Two coffees.
My compliments on
procuring that fine hardwood...
from the navy sawmen ashore.
How much did you get?
I mean, 10 feet...
What, sir?
CAPTAIN:
I asked how muchhardwood did you get?
Oh.
That's almost enough...
to repair every landing craft
in the division.
Well, sir, a little extra
always comes in handy...
for trading purposes.
It ain't, uh-no.
It ain't as though there
wasn't plenty of it.
Island's lousy with it, sir.
Look here. Nice
little boat, huh?
Sure is.
Could you build
a boat like that?
Yes, sir.
If I had plans, I could.
CAPTAIN:
There's a descriptionand all specifications.
Could you build it from those?
- Yes, sir, I could.
- Good. Do so.
Huh?
CAPTAIN:
Take that alongand start building my sailboat.
You mean tonight, sir?
Right now, aboard ship, sir?
If you're capable
of building it...
and repairing our landing craft
at the same time.
You've ample materials.
I want it completed
at the earliest possible date.
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