Destination Tokyo Page #8

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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.

Okay, 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's 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 kill.

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 wanna know something fast?

I'll do it, Pills.

I won't read anything wrong, Tommy.

Don't worry.

Your back's 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 okay.

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 pursestring 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's 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.

All right, 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 okay?

- 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 attack 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 firing.

- Make all tubes ready for firing.

Torpedo setting, 12 feet, high speed.

Firing order, one, three, four, two.

Firing 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 gonna 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...

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