Convoy Page #8

You're to engage the enemy

as soon as we leave the smokescreen.

And shoot straight,

yours are the only guns left.

Very good, sir.

Let's go.

Tell the engine room

to stop the smokescreen.

Donnerwetter!

They are hard, these British.

They are attacking again.

(ln-coming shell whistles)

Tell the captain there's been

a direct hit on Mr Howard's turret.

Aye-aye, sir.

Mr Cranford's gone up.

Howard?

Where's Mr Howard?

Went below to the magazine, sir.

It's on fire. The whole ship'll blow up

in a minute, sir.

(Explosion)

Get that gun working again.

Shorty?

(Coughs)

I was trying to flood the magazine, sir.

(Coughs)

(Coughs)

- Are you all right, sir?

- Yes.

Mr Cranford is down there.

Easy now, easy.

Magazine, must, must,

must get maga...

Hello, Shorty.

Hello, sir.

S... Something I want to tell...

If I were you, old man...

...I wouldn't marry that girl.

Not... not your sort.

They're waiting for you on top, sir.

There's one gun in the turret

still working.

All right, close the flood valve

and get some more cordite up.

- Howard's turret still out of action?

- There's a message coming along, sir.

- Right turret ready for action, sir.

- Then what the hell's he waiting for?

Tell him to open fire as soon as he can.

I'm still engaging the enemy.

(Speaks German)

She's still firing.

- Shall we steer the new course?

- Yes, close in.

She's been silent for five minutes,

Herr Kapitan.

I think she's done.

We'll finish her now.

- Steer to close in 5,000 metres.

- Will we stop to pick up survivors?

I've no time.

I've got to get that convoy.

(Speaks German)

Bridge,

British battleships approaching.

The battle cruisers, that ends it,

mein Herren. This is no place for us.

Cease fire and steer for home

at full speed.

Well... we held her.

I think we can cease fire.

Cease fire.

- Anybody got a handkerchief?

- Here, sir.

Thank you.

(Bugle signal)

Cease fire.

Easy, boy.

Come on.

The end of a perfect day (!)

(Cheering)

Blimey, chums, the old Deutschland

is off like a scalded cat.

Ooh, and they're giving her a pasting!

- Who's firing?

- It's the big boys.

(All) Hooray, hooray.

Well, doctor...

how did we get on?

I'm afraid you've lost

some good men, sir.

(Sighs)

What about a bit of leave

this time, sir?

I think it's in the bag this time, lads.

When are we gonna get home, sir?

We'll hold church in harbour tomorrow.

Any man who's fit for leave

is fit for church, isn't he, doctor?

- That's right, sir.

- (Laughter)

A very soft job this convoy.

Nothing to do.

Just steaming along

with a lot of merchantmen.

Aye.

They ought to come

and have a spell at oor job.

Thank heaven we're home at last.

When I set me foot on dry land, nothing

will get me out of England again,

except when I go on me holidays,

of course.

- I'm just glad it's all over.

- Yes, it'll be good to be home.

Wireless message for you, ma'am,

from the Apollo.

Leave me alone for a moment,

will you, Mary?

(All singing)

(All) Amen

O, eternal Lord God,

be pleased to receive

into thy almighty

and most gracious protection,

the persons of us, thy servants,

and the fleet in which we serve.

Preserve us from the dangers of the sea

and from the violence of the enemy...

- Hear hear.

- Shut up.

...that we may be a safeguard

unto our most gracious sovereign lord,

King George and his dominions,

and a security for such as pass

on the sea upon their lawful occasions,

that the inhabitants of our empire,

may in peace and quietness

serve thee our God,

and that we may return in safety

to enjoy the blessings of the land,

and with a thankful remembrance

of thy mercies,

to praise and glorify thy holy name

through Jesus Christ our Lord.

- Amen, amen.

- (All) Amen.

(# "Rule Britannia")

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