Follow the Fleet Page #6

Well, you know, Bilge, you and I

are both men of the world.

Don't make me laugh.

You wouldn't like to make

a little bet or anything, would you?

Any amount you say.

Ten bucks?

All right with me.

You wait out there,

and keep your eyes open.

Okay.

Was I long, darling?

Was I long, darling?

Was I long, darling?

Every minute seemed like an hour, babe.

And every hour away from you

seems like a day.

You're not expecting anyone,

are you?

Well, I was.

But when I heard you could come

I told my servants...

...I wasn't home to anyone

but you, Bakey.

And to think we've only

known each other these few days.

Of course, there have been

other men in my life...

...but they all seem like such petty,

unimportant people since I met you.

Yes, I understand.

Tell me, have there ever been

any other women in your life?

-You're the first.

-Oh, my darling. You make me so happy.

There, there.

Sorry if I'm interrupting anything.

And you're supposed to be my pal.

How dare you enter like this.

What right have you to come prying,

forcing yourself into my private life?

-But l--

-Understand this.

I was only playing with you.

And you, poor sap, fell for it.

Will you leave,

or do I ring for the butler?

Don't trouble yourself.

Well, how was I?

You were swell. Nobody could've

done the part as well as you.

I was confused at the end. Bilgy didn't

say his lines the way they were written.

No, but he got the general sense of it.

Isn't Bake here yet?

The boys say he didn't leave

in their boat with them.

No one knows

what's happened to him.

I might have known. A little thing

like this show's just slipped his mind.

I bet he's telling the admiral

how to run the fleet.

If he doesn't come,

we'll just have to return the money.

Without Bake, we'll have no show.

And without a show, we'll have no Bake.

Why did they let the rest of the men go

and keep me?

I've gotta get to that show.

All I know is that orders are

your liberty has been cancelled.

I'll bet you did this to get even

with me for last night.

Well, if you think I did it,

go ask your executive officer.

Okay, admiral, I'll do that.

Seaman Baker to speak

with the executive officer.

Just a minute.

Seaman Baker requests to see you, sir.

Permission granted.

Here's Baker now.

-Executive officer will see you.

-Thank you.

Yes, Baker?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I've changed my mind.

Just a moment.

We've been talking about you.

Lieutenant Williams came aboard

to discuss you with me.

I'm sincerely sorry

about the other evening, sir.

I didn't know you were an officer.

I realize that, Baker.

Lt. Williams has been very generous

about the whole thing.

He's just been interceding for you.

Thank you, sir.

May I go ashore now, sir?

Your name is on the report.

The captain will probably scratch it

tomorrow at mast.

But until then, you must remain aboard.

-But, sir, l--

-That'll be all, Baker.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, wise guy,

did you get your liberty pass?

Where are you going

without liberty?

-Where do you think?

-Wait.

-You crazy?

-I'm not crazy. I'm going.

You know the orders.

I don't care what

the orders are. I'm going.

Cut it out, will you?

Gee, kid, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I forgot myself.

Come on, Bake, hit me.

Hey, water taxi. Stand by.

Bake!

What is it, quartermaster?

It's a man jumping ship, sir.

-Do you know who it is?

-Yes, sir.

It's Seaman Baker.

Smith.

Get a detail of men and arrest

Seaman Baker immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

You've gotta be ready by the third chorus.

Get your clothes on. Hurry, kids.

-Is he here yet?

-No.

Here I am.

-Hello, Sullivan.

-Hello, Mr. Nolan.

Glad to see you taking

so much interest in scouting talent.

Yes, Mr. Nolan.

If I'd known you were coming...

-...l'd have changed my plans.

-Oh, that's all right. Glad to see you.

Let's sit together.

Baker sent a note telling me he had a

Monte Carlo idea when the fleet was there.

I'm anxious to see it.

Might be able to use it.

-He's a smart lad.

-In more ways than one.

Sullivan...

...look at that costume.

That's the kind we should've

used in Mum's the Word.

Yes, sir.

-Shore patrol coming aboard on duty.

-Aye, aye, sir.

You men patrol the docks and

see that he doesn't get off the ship.

Wonder what this is all about.

Hello, Connie.

It's you. What are you doing here?

I've come to arrest Bake.

Arrest Bake? Why?

He jumped ship.

My orders are to bring him back.

Well, couldn't you wait

until after the show?

If I don't bring him back right away,

it'll cost me my stripes.

Well, I guess you'd better

make your arrest then.

He's in there.

Thanks.

Connie, I've been wanting

to say this to you, but l--

I don't know how.

Can't we start again,

like at the beginning?

I'm afraid you missed the beginning.

This is the end of the show.

You're under arrest, Bake.

I guess I didn't hit you hard enough.

Come on, we gotta get back to the ship.

You win.

You may as well know, that thing with

Iris Manning last night was a gag.

What?

While you were running around

with a bottle of peroxide...

...you were passing up a girl

you were nuts about.

That's my business.

Tried to make up.

She wouldn't look at me.

I don't blame her.

Do you know why

this show's being given?

To help Connie pay off this ship.

Is this the Connie Martin?

It ain't the Joe Doakes.

She didn't tell me she salvaged it.

She salvaged it for you, you sap.

She knew I was going to arrest you,

and she told me where you were.

That's the kind of a girl she is.

You go on with this show.

-What about the patrol?

-I'll stall them off until you get through.

Oh, no, just because I'm in a jam,

there's no need for you to get in one.

Those are orders. Do as I tell you.

Maybe they won't be putting us

in the same cell together anyway.

Okay, chief.

And we'll sail to China and India,

and all those spiggoty places.

With your husband at the helm.

Hey, Bake.

Here's a note for you and Miss Sherry.

It's from Nolan. I told you I'd fix it.

Oh, he asked me to get an answer.

Tell Mr. Nolan we'll be happy

to consider his proposition...

...as soon as Mr. Baker

gets out of the brig...

...which is one

thing he can't fix.

-Okay.

-Wait a minute. One condition.

That is that Miss Martin

asks me to marry her.

Well, will you?

You'll have to ask Father.

Get your uniform on.

I can't stall the patrol any longer.

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