Hell and High Water Page #3

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Dive!

Stand right over there, | you'll be all right.

- Thank you. | - Professor Gerard, give me your hand.

Watch that top rung. | It's murder.

- Thank you. | - You're welcome.

You sit right... here.

Captain, trim satisfactory | at periscope depth.

- Very well. Joto. | - Yes, sir?

Give Welles a hand with those starboard | engine blueprint translations, will you?

I'll take care of it, | Captain.

Everything's tight | in the forward torpedo room.

We're gonna try her down deep. | Have all stations checked. Let me know.

Aye, aye, Captain.

This is that test we were talking about | today, Professor.

- Now? | - Now.

Don't get nervous. If we crack up, | you won't get a chance to feel it.

Take it easy. | It'll be all right.

Put her on the bottom, | Mr. Neuman.

Two degrees | down bubble.

- Flood negative. | - Flood negative.

Oh, thanks, Chin Lee.

- Coffee, Professor? | - No, thanks.

- How 'bout you? | - No, thank you.

Two hundred feet, | Kapitn.

Better hold on, | Professor.

All right. Now let's see if we | can hit the roof.

- Take her up, Mr. Neuman. | - Close all main ballast vents.

- Stand by to surface. | - Stand by to surface.

- Surface. | - Surface.

- Blow all main ballasts! | - Blow all main ballasts.

What's with the air banks, | Holter?

- The air bank's dry. | - Open the emergency banks. Put 'em on the line.

- They won't open. | - They've got to open. We've checked everything.

- These signs are all fouled up. I'll have to try every valve. | - Now, wait a minute.

Joto, come to the control room. | Unsnarl theseJapanese signs.

I can translate it. That one reads, | "Open emergency air bank. "

- What? | - "Open emergency air bank. "

Go ahead. Try it.

- Air bank's on the line. | - Good. Thanks.

Okay. Put her | on the roof.

- Skipper. | - Yeah. Everything all right, Carpino?

Just a few leaks around the stuffing glands. | I marked them.

Okay. Make | a full sweep, Ski.

All clear, Skipper.

Rig for red. | Up scope.

You better move out, | Professor.

This helps get our eyes used to the dark | when we go up.

Open the hatch, Holter.

You did a good job | translating that sign, Doc.

Professor Gerard | is M.O.L.

- M.O.L.? | - Master of Oriental Languages.

Oh? | Trs bon. Trs bon.

Down scope.

Glad to have you aboard, | Professor.

Glad to be aboard, | Captain.

Captain. The professor wants to know | if it's all right to come up for fresh air.

- Which one? | - The one with the beard.

Oh. Okay.

Come to course 355, | ahead full on both engines.

Aye, aye, Captain.

You won't need your umbrella, Professor. | She's a dry boat.

It's nothing | to worry about.

Almost everybody gets a touch | of claustrophobia first time down.

It's not claustrophobia, | Captain.

It's the realization | that, at last...

our mission has begun.

If anyone had told me | six months ago...

that today I would be on a submarine | headed for arctic waters...

in search of | a secret atomic base-

- I just can't believe it. | - Yeah, I know what you mean.

Well, uh...

what about your assistant, | Professor?

What makes a girl who looks like that | get mixed up in science?

She comes from | a family of scientists.

She was a child prodigy.

At 14, | she entered college.

At 18, she studied | at Gttingen.

She is really | very brilliant.

A child prodigy | with a body by Fisher, huh?

And this is the greatest pigboat | in the whole submarine service.

The U.S.S. Bowfin.

It's one we served on | together-

me, the chief, Gunner, | Dugboat and the skipper.

Beautiful, ain't she?

Oh, yes. | Very beautiful.

You know something else | that's very beautiful?

All my life I've been | wanting to find a girl called Denise.

Oh, Ski, I'm sure you will find her.

Oh, I found her, | all right.

You see, I lost no time at all | in learning your first name.

Yep. Denise. | It's always been my favorite name.

I- I never met | a Denise...

but I always knew I would.

You see, from the moment | I saw you, I said, "Lafayette, I'm here. "

That's right. I always knew | I'd meet a girl called Denise.

D- E-N-I-

Don't let him | kid you, honey.

I just seen him | put your name on his arm.

- Look. | - All right, bub. You asked for it!

No!

Come here, | you big drunkard!

That's what I mean byJonahs. | They were beefing over the dame.

Wasn't her fault. | He's stiff.

- She okay? | - Yeah.

Just roughed up | a little.

Take care of him, | Holter.

Oh, here, | let me help you, Professor.

- Thank you. | - Let's see.

Boy.

I'm really very sorry | about this, Professor.

That drunk was | a last-minute replacement.

- He's all right when he's sober. | - I'm sorry.

This is the last thing | I- I wanted to happen.

It had to break out sooner or later. | Let's have another look here.

Whew! It's lucky you | still got your teeth.

Don't get nervous, Doc. | Nobody's gonna bite you.

Don't you think that the pharmacist | should treat me, if it's necessary?

He's got his hands full | with those two lugs.

Besides, there's nothing | he can do that I can't, you know.

Oh, my. He got you | so greasy.

Okay.

You know what a log is?

- Yes. | - You do, huh?

Well, I'm supposed to keep a detailed report | of everything that happens.

- It's for Mr. Fujimori. | - Mm-hmm.

How'd it start?

I was working | on a new formula...

when Ski asked if he | could show me his chest.

- Show you his chest? | - Yes.

Oh.

And then what?

Then he removed | his shirt.

No kidding.

- He wanted me to see his tattoo. | - Oh, no.

- It was a beautiful tattoo. | - I'll bet it was.

- Beautiful. | - Mm-hmm.

- But the intoxicated one rubbed it off. | - Naturally.

Tell me, uh, | he make a pass at you?

- A pass? | - Did he try to kiss you?

Yes, he did.

He did, huh? | Did you coldcock him?

- What? | - Did you hit him?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hold the phone. Hold the phone. | Now, say that in English.

- I slapped him. | - You did, huh?

Uh, tell me, uh...

you hit him after | he kissed you?

- Yes. | - Not before, huh?

I do not understand.

Well, you see, Professor, I-I just want | to make sure my report is factual.

- I-I couldn't put- | - Captain Jones.

Is this report for Mr. Fujimori... | or for you?

- Uh- | - Mmm.

Now, really, a child prodigy oughta | be able to figure that one out.

Don't you think?

- Yes. | - Yes.

Au revoir, Professor.

Now listen to me.

I don't want any more beefs, | you understand?

If I hear of anybody | making a play for that girl...

I'll personally shoot him out through | torpedo tube number one.

Captain, is it still a secret | where we're goin'?

We're tailin' a freighter | to an island in the North Pacific.

Gonna sink her?

We're gonna sneak into this island, | take a look and sneak out.

This is a scientific | expedition.

- But, Skipper, what are we lookin' for? | - Four-leaf clovers.

Well, what if the guys on | the island don't like us?

Look, I know you're all | itchin' for a little action...

but you'll only get it if we | have to defend ourselves, so relax.

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