Hell and High Water Page #4

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CapitaineJones?

Le CapitaineJones.

- Mm-hmm. | - Bonne nuit.

Bonne nuit.

Oh, good morning!

- Was the water hot enough, Professor? | - Just wonderful, thank you.

- Voulez-vous "fume"une cigarette? | - What?

- I'm speaking French. | - Oh.

Voulez-vous "fume" | une cigarette?

Oh, you mean | "Voulez-vous fumer une cigarette?"

- That's what I said. | - No. Fumer.

- Foo-may. | - No, no, no.

You have to form | your lips like this.

Fumer.

Fumer.

I think I better go now.

Thank you.

You know, someday I'm gonna | find out what color her eyes are.

Good morning, Captain Jones. | You wanted to see me?

Why did you let me sleep | through that plane contact?

I thought you needed the rest. | You were on duty for almost 20 hours.

Didn't you stop to think how important | that message might be?

Of course.

So I made sure | that it was not...

by decoding it myself.

As you see, | it reports only...

that the Kiang Ching has made | no change in speed or course.

I knew that was | of no importance.

Professor, did it ever | occur to you...

that I might be steering | a course to be-

You've lost us | approximately two hours!

I'm very sorry, | Captain.

- And I think I have learned something. | - I hope so.

If you want to listen in | on conversations, use the intercom.

- It's easier. | - That conversation I would prefer not to have heard.

- But I was waiting to see you. | - Okay, you see me. I'm busy.

Many years have I been | with Professor Montel...

but never before have I heard anyone | speak like you...

to the greatest | scientist in his field.

Professor Montel's field isn't commanding | a screwball submarine. Mine is.

If such rudeness | is necessary...

I hope this will be | a very short cruise.

What'd you want to see me about?

- Joto. | - Yes, sir?

In the future, when a message comes in | to this boat, I get it...

no matter who says it's unnecessary, | you understand?

Yes, sir.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

No, no, no, no.

This time, he was right.

May we come | on the bridge?

Sure. Help yourself.

Contact plane | approaching on schedule!

Good enough.

Okay, Charlie.

There it is!

Well, this one's | for you, Doc.

"Intelligence reports Kiang Ching | carrying unconventional-type...

61-J capsule. "

Signed, "Fujimori. " | What's a 61-J capsule?

The charge to explode | an A-bomb.

Hey, Skipper. | Radar shows surface object approaching...

bearing 355 degrees.

- Speed? | - Can't tell yet, but he's closing fast.

- Range. | - 3,800 yards.

- Maybe the freighter has seen our signal and comes after us. | - Rig for red.

A sub's after us.

A sub? I thought this was | a scientific expedition.

It is, and we're | gonna play it safe.

No use getting a bloody nose | unless we have to.

She's submerged | and listening for us.

- That's why she stopped pinging. | - What does this mean?

It means she's saving her torpedoes, | waiting till we surface.

Just one more day, Doc...

and we'd have finished | overhauling those torpedo tubes.

Can you see her scope?

No.

Well, we can | play possum too.

- How's the hydrogen? | - Built up to three percent.

Well, we can't chance surfacing here. | We've got to make a run for it.

Professor, I think | you'd both better stay in your quarters.

Down scope.

They're still | on our stern, Skipper.

- How's that hydrogen gas? | - Four percent, and still building.

Take her up!

Okay, Charlie.

You better keep off | the bridge, Professor.

I'm not going up.

The skipper'd blow his top if he even | found you here in the control room.

- Sit down, Professor. Grab some air. | - Thank you.

Have you identified | the submarine?

No. We haven't even | seen her yet.

They're topside | trying to spot her now.

No sign of her yet, | Skipper.

Sonar tells us she's not far. | Alert the gun crew.

- What? | - I know. We're not lookin' for trouble.

But we'd be fools | not to protect ourselves.

Alert for | battle stations!

Gun crew stand by to man the deck gun.

What about | these torpedoes?

You know those tubes haven't been checked. | Forget the torpedoes!

- Where is she now, Joto? | - Range, 1,500.

Either she's moving out, | or she's gonna surface.

There she is, | Skipper!

They're coming out | on deck.

Ask them where we are, | Charlie.

- Why not man the five-incher now? | - No!

The minute they spot a crew near that gun, | they'll throw torpedoes at us.

- What are they saying? | - They want to know who we are and what we're doing here.

Tell 'em we're a private scientific expedition | headed for the Arctic.

They insist | on boarding us.

Well, keep stallin'. | Tell 'em we don't understand.

Ask them to repeat | the message.

Put one over our bow. | Keep asking them to repeat, Charlie.

Turn our nose into her. | Steer 001.

And get ready | to man that gun.

Keep clear | of the lifeline!

Right full rudder.

Torpedo!

Clear the deck! | Clear the deck!

Dive!

Close the hatch!

My hand! My hand!

My hand!

- Give me a knife! | - No.! No.! No.!

- My hand! | - No!

Here.

- How is he? How is he? | - It's his thumb.

All right. | Get 'em all below.

Hey, you guys! Come on up here! | Give me a hand, quick!

We ship too much water. | Can't hold her up.

- Get the angle off and let her settle to the bottom. | - All back full.

Enemy torpedo fired.

Number two fish out of their basket.

Secure all running machinery. | Remain silent.

Bilge pump motor's flooded, Skipper.

Form a bucket line. | Dump the water in the engine room bilges.

That tub's laying for us, Skipper. | She's coming real close.

I lost her.

Nothing out of her now. | No sound.

What do you think, | Skipper?

I think she's pulling | the same trick we are.

Now watch that salt water. | We don't want any chlorine gas in the boat.

Hold it.

Captain, this hot heat | is killing us.

We got to turn on | the fans.

If they heard our fans, you wouldn't | have to worry about the heat killing you, boy.

All right, I'll fill in | the picture for you quick.

We got torpedoes, but our tubes | aren't in condition to fire 'em.

And the Red sub's parked on the bottom | like we are, waitin' to pick us up on sonar.

Once she does, | she'll throw more fish at us.

So it's a question of who can | hold out longer without air- the Reds or us.

If we break first, chances are it'll be | our last break.

And we're | loaded with hydrogen.

We're liable to explode.

But we got one thing | in our favor.

We can save oxygen | by shutting up.

That's all.

Nothin', huh?

Nothin'.

We gotta save juice.

Shift to red.

Keep your ears open, Ski.

I am sorry, Captain, | for being so stupid.

That's all right. | Save your breath.

You had to use | the knife.

If you didn't close the hatch, | we would all be dead.

You're beat.

You better get back to | your bunk and take it easy. Come on.

- I want to tell you how- | - Shh.

Don't talk.

Skipper.

He's in a bad way.

I thought that hypo was gonna do the trick, | but he's sufferin' from shock and loss of blood.

If he don't get some air right away, | you're gonna have only one professor for cargo.

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