Crash Dive Page #5

- Aye, sir.

- Q-boat slowing down, sir.

Coming up awful fast.

More dive on the bow planes.

More dive

on the bow planes.

- 40.

- Up periscope.

- Hold it. Steady as you go.

- Steady as you go, sir.

- Are all torpedo tubes ready for firing?

- Three and four ready, sir.

- Mark.

- 285, sir.

Enemy bearing 003.

Angle on the bow,

80 port.

- One and two are ready, sir.

- They stopped, Brownie.

Enemy speed:
Zero.

Watch your depth, Stevie. Watch your depth.

Range:
1,200.

- Firing order one and two.

- Firing order one and two.

You're right on it, sir.

- Stand by, one.

- Stand by, one.

- Fire one.

- Fire one. One fired, sir.

Well, babies, you're on your way.

Do your stuff.

- Stand by, two.

- Stand by, two.

- Fire two.

- Fire two. Two fired, sir.

Bring 'er up, Stevie.

Roll one, two and five.

Little chilly, but a beautiful evening,

Mr. Stewart.

- Lovely.

- I'm off watch, but I hate to think about going below.

Mac, tell Oliver

to bring me up a cup of coffee.

- Aye, sir.

- Tell him to make it two, Mac.

Aye, sir.

Nice work for all of us.

Beautiful evening.

Yes, it is. It's usually like that

in these latitudes.

- How do you feel, Captain?

- Oh, fine.

I want to congratulate you

on the way you got that Q-boat.

Well, he'd have got us

if you hadn't played possum.

You know,

I'm thinking someday...

they'll make a torpedo boat

that'll submerge.

That's funny you should

mention that, Captain...

'cause I've been thinking of a way

to make a submarine go 50 knots.

Here. Cigarette?

Thanks, Dewey.

You're welcome, Ward.

Let's go below

and have a smoke.

Hello, Dewey!

- Gee, it's nice to see you back.

- Where'd you get that broom?

Don't tell 'em. Make 'em guess.

Ah, it sure feels good

to see the sun after 60 days.

Get me the officers' club,

will you, please?

You see what I mean?

You come back from one of these cruises...

and look like you've been born in a

pool room and graduated from Alcatraz.

Sure, but you head for these lights,

and before you know it...

you look and feel like

you just got back from Palm Beach.

On a P.T. boat, you don't have to

depend on a sunlamp.

Will you pipe down

about those P.T.s for a while?

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

Give me

the dining room, please.

Yes, on those P.T.s,

you get the real article all day long-

sun and wind and spray.

This is Lieutenant Commander

Connors speaking.

We just got back from a cruise.

We're coming over for lunch.

There'll be two of us.

Oh, no.

No meats, no steaks, no chops.

We want vegetables.

- Fresh vegetables.

- Fresh vegetables. All you've got. And milk.

- Not out of cans.

- Not out of cans.

And fruit. Plenty of fresh fruit.

Watermelon.

And above all, butter.

- Fresh butter, and all they've got.

- All you've got. Right.

Ah, fresh celery.

- Hello, Lee. How are you?

- Fine, sir. Glad to see you ashore.

- You get our the rest of our order?

- Yes, sir. Coming right up, sir.

- Excuse me, Ward. I got to make a phone call.

- Right.

Oh, fresh butter.

When have I seen you before?

- Just an appetizer, sir.

- Mmm.

Just an appetizer, hmm?

Hello, Bromley School?

Could you get a message to Miss Jean Hewlitt

when she's through with class?

Ask her to call

Commander Connors...

at the officers' club

at the sub base.

That's right.

Thank you.

Say, are you following me around?

No, sir. I ain't following you.

I'm just walking with you.

Well, if you're walking with me,

walk up where I can see you...

- not in back of me.

- Okay.

Wherever I am, you are.

Wherever I go, you go.

I got a feeling you're spying on me.

What is this?

Well, I don't know, Chief. I guess

what you might call coincidence.

- You know, Captain, this is Michigan celery.

- Oh, Mac.

McDonnell,just a minute.

Excuse me, Ward.

- Captain.

- Got a bit of good news for you, Mac.

- News, sir?

- I just saw some papers over on the captain's desk.

What papers, sir?

I don't know who, but somebody

recommended you for promotion to warrant.

Oh. Well, that's

wonderful of you, Captain.

You'll pass your physical,

and it's in the bag.

Yes, sir.

Thanks a million, Captain.

So, uh, you're gonna make us salute,

huh, Chief?

- Is that it, Lee?

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, is that gorgeous!

- Oh, boy.

And milk. Let's have some of that.

Fill 'em up.

Am I gonna spoil

that beautiful arrangement.

You better dive into this, Ward.

There's not gonna be any left.

I'll be with you in just a minute.

There you are.

You can't get milk like that

from a sea cow.

Ahh. Ambrosia.

Fill it up again.

Nectar.

Make it two.

- You better get another pitcher, Lee.

- Yes, sir.

- How 'bout some watermelon?

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Connors?

Telephone, sir.

Oh, boy. That's the call

I've been waiting for.

Excuse me, Ward.

Hello, darling. I love you.

I love you.

I appreciate that, Dewey.

Thanks very much. And it's mutual.

Oh, Captain Bryson.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

- I was expecting another call.

- So I gathered.

Dewey, how soon can you leave

for Washington?

Washington, sir?

Don't tell me they're gonna transfer me.

Well, don't worry about that.

The department wants you to make a personal

report and possibly express their appreciation.

When can you leave?

On the next plane,

sir, I suppose.

Very well. I'll be right over.

Chief.

- Chief McDonnell.

- What do you want?

Well, I was delivering

the captain's laundry.

Yours was ready,

so I thought I'd bring it up.

Who told you

to come up here?

Nobody. But it was ready,

so I just thought I'd bring it on up.

All right.

Put it over there.

Well, how'd you come out

on your physical?

- What physical?

- For your promotion to warrant officer.

I decided to turn it down.

- Turn it down?

- Sure. What do I want with it?

More work, more grief.

I'm satisfied where I am.

I don't want any promotion.

Maybe you'd rather

have a pension.

What do you mean, pension?

Mac, it's none of my business...

and it certainly isn't up to me

to give you advice, but...

if I had a weak heart-

What are you talking about?

A man don't take nitroglycerin

for dandruff.

Who told you?

I saw you get

the fit on the ship.

And I saw you take

the little pills.

Mac, it's no disgrace to get sick. Maybe if

you told a doctor, he could fix you up-

And put me on the beach

for the rest of my life, huh?

No, thanks. I'm satisfied the way I am.

I don't want any promotion.

And I don't want any pension.

I know just what I want.

And if you say anything about it,

you sneaking little stool pigeon, I'll-

Sit down, Oliver.

I'm sorry.

I can't understand

how you got by on your last physical.

Oh, that was okay. I didn't have the first

attack till a couple months ago...

and I went and saw

a civilian doctor.

Yeah, but there'll be

a routine checkup in three months.

But there'll be one more cruise

before then.

You'll understand

when I tell you something...

something I've never told

anybody else in the world.

It was in the last war-

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