Crash Dive Page #8

Auxiliary flooding slowly, sir.

Well, men, this is the place

we've been looking for.

This is the base

they've been operating from.

Now, here's our plan.

A landing party will go ashore

for the purpose of demolishing the base.

We'll surface just enough

to let you men off.

Now, when you blow up

the ammunition dumps...

that'll be my signal

to attack the shipping in the harbor.

We'll be operating on

a split-second schedule.

Exactly 30 minutes later...

the Corsair will be standing by

to take aboard those of the landing party...

who can get back.

Thirty minutes isn't much.

Make every minute count.

Mr. Stewart will be in charge

of the landing party.

I'm not going to ask for volunteers.

I know you all want to go.

So I'm gonna ask only the unmarried men

to raise their hands.

- Take over, Mr. Stewart.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Come forward, men.

Oh, boy.

Get the back of your neck too.

What's so funny?

I'm the only born commando here.

Well, we're all set. Mac, take charge of the

machine guns and all the demolition material.

Oliver will give you a hand. Curly,

you and Hammond rig the rubber boat.

What are we gonna do, sir?

Give the Germans a minstrel show?

Some of you boys grab them tommy guns

and give 'em a final check.

- Are you ready to go?

- Two or three minutes, sir.

- I'd like to use one of them to have a word with you.

- Well?

- You know what our chances are of getting back.

- Yes.

Then you can believe that what

I'm gonna tell you is the truth.

It doesn't matter

what you think of me...

but don't feel any bitterness

toward Jean.

She played square

with both of us.

Believe me, I didn't know

what she meant to you.

If I had, I-

Well, all that matters now is that you

believe what I'm telling you is the truth.

So long, Dewey.

Good luck.

Ease her up, Brownie.

Come on, men.

Seventy.

Sixty.

Forty.

- Twenty.

- Open the hatch.

- Remember, 30 minutes.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Take her down, Brownie.

What does it look like,

Mr. Stewart?

If they don't see us before we get there,

we stand a pretty good chance.

All right, men.

From now on, we're on our own.

Rizzie, you and I'll

take the oil tank.

When that goes, it'll be a signal

to blow up the rest of the stuff.

Mac, take the ammunition dump.

Take one man with you.

Aye, aye, sir.

Let's see.

- Hey.

- Okay, Oliver, let's go.

Hammond, you take

the gasoline drums.

- Take these two men and Johnson with you.

- Aye, aye, sir.

That's it.

Give me the tape.

Time them.

Well, what is it?

It takes them about 70 seconds

to make the rounds, sir.

- I can make it. Cover me.

- Right.

Halt!

Fire one.

Fire two.

Keep her down.

Stand by.

Fire five.

Fire six.

- Drop your guns here. Mac, get these men back to the boat.

- Aye, aye, sir.

I thought I told you to get back to the boat.

You've only got five minutes.

- I know, sir. But what about-

- Get going!

Aye, aye, sir.

- What are you doing here?

- I don't like crowds, sir.

There's no more ammunition, sir.

Come on. Let's go.

That was the chief, sir.

- McDonnell, come on!

- Okay, Mr. Stewart, I'm coming!

- Mac!

- Go ahead. I'll be right with you.

Where's McDonnell?

Can you swim underwater?

No, but I'm learning right now, sir.

- Where's Mr. Stewart?

- He's on shore with Mac and Oliver, sir.

- We can't wait. Stand by to dive, Brownie.

- Aye, aye, sir.

There they are, sir.

- Hold it, Brownie!

- Aye, aye, sir.

Give 'em a hand.

Where's McDonnell?

We won't have to wait for him, sir.

Everybody below!

Get set, Brownie.

We're going down.

- The eyes are gone. We'll have to stay on the surface.

- We're a dead fish if we do.

Let's go below.

Prepare to dive her, Brownie.

Brownie, don't dive her.

The captain's up on the bridge.

Tell Mr. Stewart to take over

and take her down to 30 feet.

I'll be your periscope

till we get out of the harbor.

Captain, this is Mr. Stewart.

I'm not gonna dive her while you're up-

- Take her down 30 feet.

- But-

That's an order, Mr. Stewart.

Aye, aye, sir.

Take her down to 30 feet and level off.

Thirty feet.

- Thirty feet. Hold her there.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Are you all right, Captain?

I'm all right.

Steady as you go.

- Steady as you go.

- 170, sir.

We're on 170, Captain.

Are three and four ready for firing?

- Three and four ready?

- Three and four ready, sir.

- Three and four ready, Captain.

- Come right to 195.

- Come right to 195.

- Right to 195.

- On the course, sir.

- On the course, Captain.

- Stand by.

- Stand by.

- Stand by.

- Fire three.

- Fire three.

- Fire three. Three fired, sir.

- What about four, Captain?

- You can save it. They won't need it.

- Come back to 170.

- Come left to 170.

Left to 170.

- On the course, sir.

- On course, Captain.

You're pretty wet.

You'd better slip this on.

Thanks, Brownie.

- All ahead full.

- All ahead full.

All ahead full.

Motor room reports all ahead full, sir.

We're heading for the net.

Brace yourself, men.

We're gonna crash the net.

All hands stand by.

We're crashing the net.

We've cleared the net,

and we're on our way.

Pretty wet up here.

Bring me up a few feet.

- See if you can hold her at 25 feet.

- Twenty-five feet.

We're hit topside.

Captain! Captain!

Blow safety! Get us up fast!

Come on, Brownie.

Riley, Follette,

come topside.

Come on, men.

Bear a hand.

Get him up

in a sitting position.

Easy does it.

Hey, Doc, get the first-aid kit.

Griff, give me a lift.

I've got him.

- What is it,Jack?

- It's only a flesh wound, sir...

but it's pretty deep.

Hey, anybody got a cigarette?

Here you are, Captain.

You'd better paste

that back in, Ward.

Gonna lose it.

Well, don't stand there

like an undertaker.

Open the door.

Hey! Easy with the rice.

They're liable to ration that.

- How are you, darling?

- Congratulations, my boy.

- Thank you, Uncle Bob.

- I told you. I warned you. Serves you right.

Oh, Butch.

Congratulations, Stinky.

You don't deserve her.

Uncle Bob, excuse me. I want you

to know my new executive officer.

- My dear.

- Here, here. Look out.

He's another of them.

They're all wolves in this family.

Uh,just a minute.

Oh, Stinky, leave

the poor girl alone. Come on!

I want to know how he sold you

this bill of goods.

Well, you're back not only with a broom

at the masthead...

but with a bride by your side.

Uncle Bob, I'm certainly glad

that you ordered me to New London.

I take it you're now

a confirmed submarine man.

Well, sir, yes and no.

You'd rather go back

to the P.T. boats?

Well, uh, no and yes.

Now, can't you chart a little

more definite course?

I think so, sir.

The P.T. boats are swell.

They do a grand job...

and they'll play their part

in winning the war...

but not without

the submarines.

They've got their job to do

in all the seven seas...

and, boy,

how they're doing it.

And the carriers

that bring the planes...

that drop the bombs

that sink the enemy ships.

And the cruisers

that protect the airplane carriers.

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