Hell and High Water Page #6

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Go on. I'm fascinated.

You could give orders, | but you couldn't take them.

Now look, I-

I know what you're | talking about.

But if you want to know what makes a guy tick, | you've got to look beyond the record.

Those Philippine guerrillas | were cut off and surrounded.

They had to have ammunition | and supplies.

I couldn't just sit there | on my can and let 'em die.

I knew the waters were mined, but I figured | I could get in, get out without a scratch.

So I wrote my own orders.

I lost my sub and 26 men.

And if I had to, | I'd do it again.

I'm sorry...

very sorry.

It was wrong of me | even to mention it.

Forget it. | It's all over.

- You all right? | - Fine.

When this is over, | if we get back...

what gives with you?

- Gives? | - I mean, what're you gonna do?

Go back to Paris, | I suppose, huh?

- Paris is my home. | - Yeah.

And you?

When this is over, | what gives with you?

I don't know.

Have you ever | been in Paris?

No, never.

You would love it.

Americans always do.

Well, we can't stay here.

If they hold us up till morning, | we might never get back.

I'm gonna see if there's | another way out of here. Come on.

You stay here. | I'll be right back.

Here.

You won't need this, but sometimes | the sight of it's a comfort.

I'll be back | in a minute.

Lumfong?

Lumfong!

Denise!

Give me the gun. Come on. | Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Hurry up. | Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

This confirms | our worst fears.

The atomic reaction | is unmistakable.

I don't get it.

I mean, I can't figure out why | that bomber was on the runway.

What would a B-29 be doin' | on a Red air base?

It just doesn't make sense.

Say, didn't you tell me that | that Red officer...

- we picked up on the other island was in the air force? | - Yes. A major.

- Were you ever able to question him? | - Impossible.

- I tried, but he would not say a word. | - Oh.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, did you talk to that | Chinese prisoner, Chin Lee?

He has not | seen the prisoner.

The prisoner | has not seen him.

Holter, dig up that portable microphone | and plant it in the torpedo room.

Then get the prisoner and lock him in there. | Make sure he doesn't see the microphone.

- Right. | - Give him a hand, Ski.

Come on. Let's get into some dry clothes. | We got work to do.

- You have a plan? | - I'm gonna find out what this is all about.

Come on, Chin Lee. | We got a job for you. Let's go.

- You guys got everything set? | - Yep.

Okay.

Now, you're sure Chin Lee understands | exactly what he's supposed to say, huh?

- What'd he say? | - He says he would do anything for you.

He wants you to strike him | in the face...

to make it look more real.

Holter.

He wants you to do it.

He says it will not hurt | if you do it.

You all right, boy? | You okay?

What's he sayin'?

He says...

the prisoner is very intelligent | and must be fooled.

He wants you | to hit him... harder.

I'm sorry, pal.

All right, get him out. | Let's go.

Here. Come on. Take 'em.

This is incredible.

What's it | all about, Skipper?

This is the screwball plot | of all time.

They're gonna drop an atomic bomb | on Korea or Manchuria and blame it on us.

They're taking off tomorrow at | dawn in that made-over bomber.

He found him out!

Now listen to me.

I'm shoving off | for the island alone.

I'll park myself right here, | around the mouth of this cave.

You'll submerge half a mile | beyond the runway, right around here...

so you'll be able | to spot my signal.

Now a heavy load of fuel's | gonna bring that bomber out low.

So when I give you the signal- | two short, two long, two short-

that'll mean | the plane's taking off.

That'll give you just time | enough to surface and fire.

I want every gun in action.

That means everybody.

That plane has to be | knocked out of the sky.

Now the minute you hit it, | crash dive to the bottom and stay there...

because everything's gonna break loose | when that bomber hits.

There's a cove at the north end, right here. | That's where I'll hide.

Tomorrow night at 10:00 sharp, | I'll give you three short blinkers.

Pick me up.

If I don't show up, | shove off, head for home.

Any questions?

I forbid this insanity.

Forbid all you want to, Professor. | That plane is not gonna make it.

It is dreadful enough | to bring back the terrifying report...

that our suspicions | are confirmed.

But we cannot take it upon ourselves | to commit an act of war...

no matter how we feel.

We are civilians!

I am responsible | for this expedition.

I order you to take this submarine | back to Tokyo!

I don't care about you | and your expedition.

There's an enemy bomber out there made up | to look like an American bomber.

It's gonna drop the biggest egg in history, | and we're gonna take the rap for it.

I don't like that.

So from now on, Professor...

this is my expedition.

Skipper.!

The boat's gone!

- What? | - The boat's gone. Montel took it.

- Well, why didn't you stop him? | - We didn't get the chance.

He was on deck with her. | Before we knew, he was in the boat and gone.

- Where's the girl? | - On the bridge.

Please. He doesn't | want you to stop him.

Why didn't you stop him? | All you had to do was yell.

He knows your plan. | He'll carry it out. That's his orders.

That's the trouble with you geniuses- | full of big ideas.

Now you're fouling up | the whole works.

- You know that island's crawling with soldiers. | - He knows that too.

Then why'd you let a nice old guy like that | take a shortcut to the cemetery?

He's no ordinary | two-bit professor, you know.

He's Montel, | top man in his field.

But he's old and helpless- | doesn't know his way outside of a test tube.

You oughta know that. | You work close enough with him.

- What kind of a woman are you? | - Stop!

- Haven't you got any feelings? | - Stop!

He's my father.

What?

My father.

Oh, I'm sorry, Denise.

I'm sorry. | Forgive me.

He said... | it was his place to go...

not yours.

I'm sorry.

She's sure | got a lot of guts.

Only thing I can't figure | out is why the big mystery?

Why didn't she let us know | he's her old man?

Well, that's what you have to pay | for having a famous father.

She's been on a spot | all her life.

Wanted to make good | on her own, and she did.

And he was proud | because she did.

Any sign of him at all?

No, not yet.

There he is.

And there's his signal.

Battle surface! Gun action! Down scope!

- You'd better get below. | - Please.

Okay.

All right, Ski. | Let's go.

Come on, Willie. | Joto, get up here.

Hurry it up. | Hurry it up.

Fire!

You all right?

- Oh. | - The bomb must have gone off under us.

Bring her | back on course.

Take her up | to periscope depth.

Periscope depth.

All compartments, | report damage and casualties.

The bomber didn't crash | in the ocean.

It hit the island.

Head for home.

Each man has his own reason for living, Mr. Jones...

and his own | price for dying.

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