Don't Give Up the Ship Page #3

More champagne.

More champagne.

I hope it's pink champagne!

It is!

Goody, goody, goody!

What'd he say?

Goody, goody, goody.

- Lieutenant Steckler?

- The seventh.

But, this room is occupied.

Here you, man, just a minute!

You're out of bounds!

Orders from the Admiral, sir.

Got a staff car waiting.

- You're to come with us.

- Come with you?

Wait just a minute, darling.

I'll take care of this.

I don't think you understand, gentlemen. You

see, we were just married this morning.

- Lot's of luck.

- Thank you.

Sir, now if you'll get ready,

sir, we'll drop you off at B.O.Q.

- B.O.Q.?

- Bachelor Officer's Quarters, ma'am.

Is this all the Navy has to do? Run

around breaking up honeymoons?

Why aren't you men out sailing ships?

Darling, please. I'm sorry, but

they're just following orders, that's all.

But, you're not a bachelor. Tell them.

Well, technically I am. I, no I'm

not a bachelor! There, I told them.

Sorry, Mrs. Steckler. Orders are orders.

And you wasted all this time talking.

Well, honey. I mean, no, she's honey.

Sweetheart.

Sweet, I'll tell

sweet... Would you wait?

I'm... Honey! Just, I'm... Excuse

me, men for a sec, I...

Dear.

Let me explain, dear. Is it my fault

that the Kornblatt is missing?

- We've got to snap it up, sir.

- And on the double! Yes, sir!

Here we go! Honey, really, bear

with me, dear. This is a prob...

Thank you very much, dear. Please, honey. I'm

awfully sorry, but this is not my fault.

- These are orders, dear.

- Oh, honey!

Oh, don't feel bad sweetheart, because

this is something that just has to be.

You just relax and I'll

call you at eight bells.

Keep it on ice.

I'm stumped, Steckler.

I don't really believe you could

lose a ship like the Kornblatt.

Because I don't believe you would ever

be put in command of the Kornblatt.

But, if you were, then you could.

Oh, I was, but I didn't.

You didn't what?

I mean I didn't, sir.

We're not giving up.

Report to the office of Naval

Intelligence immediately.

I've assigned one of the best

young officers to help you out.

Yes, sir.

Enson Benson.

Yes. Crackerjack mind. Smart as a whip.

Remember, Steckler. We have

only nine days. No more.

Alright? Now, batten down the hatches.

Full speed ahead.

Batten down the hatches,

full speed ahead. Yes, sir!

Um.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

May I make a call? I

promised the little woman...

- Shove off!

- Yes, sir.

How?

How did we ever win?

Top secret area.

Well?

What is it?

Who are you?

Come, come, man, speak up!

Lieutenant Steckler repor...

I told you it was a secret.

The enson is expecting you.

This way.

How do you do, Lieutenant?

En-Enson B-Benson?

That's right.

Lieutenant John Paul Stellman...

Paul John Stallet...

Paul Paul Stalfer.

- Steckler.

- Steckler, that's it! Harry Steckler. No!

Sit down, Lieutenant. Please

make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

They let you keep secrets?

Of course. Why?

Oh, oh nothing.

It's, it's just that you look like

a girl that has nothing to hide.

Hmm?

No, I don't, what I

mean to say is, that if the Korn..

Kornblatt were built anything like

you they'd a never lost it.

Uh, no, what I'm trying to say is...

I don't know what they're putting

together over there in Russia

but whatever it it, we're

way ahead of them.

Lieutenant, I know you're the victim

of one of the biggest boo boos in the

history of the U.S. Navy.

Yeah, I am.

I've looked over your

record and it's spotless.

You've always had the utmost

concern for government property.

Well, well I always did try my best.

Except maybe just that one time

when I painted my sea bag all red.

And cut the two holes in

the bottom for my feet.

Your feet?

Well, it was a Halloween party. You

see, I went as a skinless frankfurter.

As a... I see.

- Lieutenant...

- I won first prize!

- How nice.

- It was a case of skinless frankfurters.

- That was a coincidence.

- I was very lucky.

- Now, Lieutenant, let's review the facts.

- Anything!

We're going to be working pretty

closely together, and I...

That's all well and good, Enson, it's

very nice and I might like that, but...

I'm married.

I know! What I meant was...

How is Prudence?

- Who?

- Prudence. Your wife.

Oh, oh the one I'm married to. Oh,

Prudence, she's fine. Thank you.

Well, what I started to say was, we'll

be working pretty closely together

and I thought perhaps we might

dispense with the usual formalities.

Thank you very much, Enson.

That's a very good idea.

We can relax that way.

You can call me John.

And I can call you...

Enson Benson?

- Rita.

- Rita. Oh, that's nice.

I once had a parrot I called Rita.

It hated me.

It's real name was Frank.

Frank!

Uh, say, Enson it's strange,

but how do you know

so much about my wife,

Prudence, and myself?

Oh, I know lots of things about you, John.

Practically everything.

Everything except what happened to

the Kornblatt. Why don't you fill me in?

Can we talk?

Yes.

Rita.

If I knew anything, wouldn't

you be the first to tell me?

Well, since you put it that way.

Well, we'll see. Now, if you'll just come

with me, Lieutenant we can get started.

- Where are we going?

- Operation Snaggle.

There now. Do you like waltzes?

Oh, yes, I love 'em, but

I'm too upset to dance.

This is therapy, John.

Just to soothe you, get you relaxed.

- Uh huh.

- Comfortable?

Yes, very.

You can take your shoes off if you like.

Oh, thank you.

I won't be as tall, though.

I just want you to be completely relaxed.

Now, stretch out.

Anything you say.

Not on the floor, John. On the chair.

On the chair. I'm sorry. Thank you.

You're very kind.

Hey, this is peaceful.

I've never been this comfortable before.

Relax, John!

- Yes.

- Relax.

How's that?

Oh, yummy.

Now, I want you to tell

me everything you can

remember about the Kornblatt.

Everything.

- Now, concentrate, John.

- Yeah.

- Go back.

- Back.

Far, far back.

Far, far back.

Yeah, I'm going back.

Back, back.

Back, very far, far, far back.

What ship are you on?

I'm on the good...

- ship...

- Yes.

Lollipop. I'm in a bathtub.

Mommy!

Mommy, my boat went down the dwain!

My boat went down the dwain, Mommy!

Not that far back.

Far back.

Concentrate on the Kornblatt.

The U.S.S. Kornblatt.

Concentrate.

I'll concentrate.

It's coming back to me now.

Yeah, I can see her.

The Kornblatt gliding

through the blue Pacific.

Trim and beautiful.

Bulging in just the right places.

No wonder she was known to us aboard

as the pinup girl of the fleet.

The U.S.S. Marilyn Kornblatt.

It was V.J. Day.

End of the war in the Pacific.

Kornblatt! Orders, orders! Kornblatt!

Who's he?

You remember, sir? Enson Steckler.

Came aboard about a month ago.

You said to put him to

work in the engine room.

Oh, yes.

Which he nearly blew up.

Oh, yes!

So, now he's helping out in

the communication's shack.

- What do you got there, mister?

- A message from Singpack, sir.

- Well, read it.

- Uh, yes, sir.

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