Hell and High Water Page #5

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There's 50 grand | in that bunk.

Fifty grand is worth | a little air.

Joto, turn on | the white lights.

Boys, I'm gonna try | a long shot.

If her first couple of torpedoes | miss us, we got a chance.

I'd rather pass out without air than have | a torpedo come plowing through us.

Now when we start the pump, | we're liable to get a spark.

Maybe it'll burn off | the hydrogen, maybe it won't.

If it doesn't...

we'll blow up so fast | you'll never feel it.

Good luck | to all of us.

- You got everything straight? | - Yes, sir.

Now here's where we find out | if we've lived right.

No more chance of explosion. | Pass the word along.

And build up | the turns slowly.

- Hold down the noise. | - Yes, sir.

- All ahead one-third. | - Yes, sir.

- Take her up and level her to 175 feet, Mr. Neuman. | - Yes, sir.

She's speeded up, Skipper.

Bearing 240 degrees.

Right full rudder! | All ahead flank!

- Stand by to ram! | - Stand by to ram!

Range 200, | bearing 010 degrees.

Left full rudder! | Take her down to 190 feet.

- 190 feet. | - Stand by to ram!

All back, emergency! | Blow all main ballasts!

Captain!

Captain!

There you are. | Are you sure you're all right, Doc?

- Yes, thank you. | - All right.

Now take a good deep | breath of fresh air.

Feel all right, Dugboat?

Yeah. For a quiet scientific expedition, | I couldn't feel better.

You look awful. | Let me see your tongue.

It all real cool, man.

This are the end, Jackson.

I'm learning French. You know, | like Chin Lee learned that American song.

You're wasting | your time, junior.

- Hi. | - Hello.

Say, uh, if that music disturbs you, | I could have it turned off.

Oh, no. | I- I love music.

- Oh. That? | - Mm-hmm.

Well, how's the hand, | Professor?

Wonderful, Captain, | as you see.

- Good. Glad to hear it. And how are you, Professor? | - I'm fine, thank you.

- Swell. You know, uh, when I- | - Captain Jones.!

- Come topside, please. Freighter in sight of land. | - Excuse me.

Bonne chance.

I don't understand.

Our intelligence report | cannot be this wrong.

All we are getting is a normal count.

- You ought to be happy. | - Don't misunderstand.

Nothing would please me more | than to know that our suspicions are unfounded.

Then let's move out.

There's nothin' here but this two-bit garrison | and some beat-up storage tanks.

It's a great pity | I cannot talk to them.

We are worlds apart. | But, after all, they are human.

- Let's go. | - But Neuman.

Forget it. | Shot right through the head.

Let's get out of here.

Ski, try to knock out that light.!

All right, come on! | Let's get outta here!

You yellow dogs!

Come on, Ski. Give me a hand. | Let's get him in the boat.

You wanted to talk to one | of these "humans. " I got one for you.

Wet down your coats.

Well, they must be combing | the whole area for us...

but so far, nothin', huh?

Not even a seagull.

Hey, Dugboat, you sure this jelly I'm rubbin' | on my chest won't eat off my tattoo?

What are you worried about? | You can always get another.

Are you nuts? That's my | "piece de resistance. "

- Your piece de what? | - That's French.

I been practicing, | "nessie-pas?"

You need more practice.

Captain Jones. | Professor Montel wants to see you in sick bay.

- Want more coffee? | - No. No, thank you, Chin Lee. Thank you.

This is wonderful.

- You want to see me, Professor? | - Yes.

Denise has just | translated his orders.

His name is Ho Sin. He's a pilot en route | to Kevlock Island for special duty.

- So what? | - Kevlock must be the island Captain Taylor photographed.

Well, how do you | figure that?

An air force pilot would hardly be assigned | to duty on an island without an airstrip.

And as you know, Kevlock is the only island | indicated by name in this entire chain.

It appears to be due north | of our present position.

And what do you suggest | we do about it?

It seems to me | our course is obvious.

- Not in my book, Doc. | - What do you mean?

I mean you said once that each man's got | his own reason for living...

and his own price | for dying.

Well, my reason for living | is 50 grand.

I'm not sticking | my neck out again.

- Is one neck that important, Captain? | - It is when it's mine.

What kind of man are you?

Hold it. Hold it.

Let's not gang up | with a lot of double-talk.

I'm a businessman.

Maybe to a couple of flag-wavers like you | I'm a mercenary. All right.

But I lived up to my part | of the contract.

The deal was to tail | the freighter to the island...

put you ashore | and get you back to Tokyo.

Nobody said anything | about a second island.

So as far as I'm concerned, | mission completed. We're going home.

Any objections?

Yes.

I hate to use authority...

but if I have to, I will.

I didn't want it | to come to this...

but as long as you have | mentioned the contract...

study it closely, Captain.

You will find a paragraph | stating that I...

and I alone...

shall determine when | the mission is finished.

And in my book, Captain...

the mission will be finished | after I am taken to Kevlock...

given the chance | to examine the island...

and returned to Tokyo.

- Joto. | - Yes, sir.

- Head due north. | - Did you say north?

You heard me. | Set a new course for Kevlock Island.

- It's on your chart. | - Yes, sir.

Okay, Doc, let's go.

What's the matter?

My knee.

- I thought you said it was okay this morning. | - It was.

- I'll manage in a few moments. | - Not a chance. You'd just be in the way.

- It will improve by tomorrow. I'm sure of it. | - Sorry, Doc.

We're not hanging around these waters | that long. This is a powder keg.

Wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. | What's going on? What are you talking about?

Captain Jones...

my assistant | will accompany you.

- What? | - She has sufficient training to compute figures...

determine strength | and identify elements...

if there are any | on this island.

You mean you'd- | you'd let her go?

With the exception of me, Professor Gerard | is the only member of this expedition...

capable of performing | this task.

Oh, you're both crazy.

You will take her ashore...

and follow her instructions | as you would have followed mine.

She is not going, | and that's final.

You still cannot take an order, | can you, Captain Jones?

And what's behind that crack?

Exactly what you think | is behind it.

Ski, you stay here. | Keep your eyes open.

What about her? | I could carry her equipment.

She can take care | of her own equipment.

Psst!

Take a look down there.

Looks like | a bunch of doors.

I'm afraid we have found | what we are looking for.

A Geiger counter reaction like | this can mean only one thing.

These figures-

What are they saying?

They are looking for Lumfong, | a missing soldier.

We gotta stay put | till they move out. Come on.

What did you mean when you said | I still can't take an order?

Your record, Captain.

In the war you were a very good officer, | except for one thing.

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