Lifeboat

Are you number two boat?

Faster.!

He was on number one last time I saw him.!

Ahoy there.!

Lady, you don't look like somebody

that's just been shipwrecked.

Man, I certainly feel like it.

Did you see anything

of Charcoal?

- Who?

- Joe, the steward.

He helped me

into the lifeboat with my things.

I thought this boat

was abandoned.

Not by me, it wasn't.

It looked pretty good to me.

What part of the ship

are you from, darling?

Engine room.

I was off duty in the washroom.

Thanks.

Caught with my...

I was washing my hands

when the torpedo smacked us.

Most of the crew

were trapped like rats.

- When they got to topside, it was a shambles.

- Quite a night.

Reminds me of an air raid once

that hit me in Chungking.

Reminded me of a slaughterhouse

I once worked at in Chicago.

Those Nazi buzzards in tin fish ain't

enough. They've got to shell us too.

Ha. Now I can perfect my backhand.

Get that.

It might come in handy.

Let's have the cap too.

What are we worryin'

about this junk for?

Let's take a look for the others before

that U-boat surfaces again and sees us.

- She won't surface. One of our shells got her.

- Are you sure?

She was killed dead, darling.

Went down like a rock.

Did you see it?

It's all in here, my pet.

You're Constance Porter.

I heard you were aboard.

- So you took pictures?

- And what pictures! Priceless!

Oh, I caught some

wonderful shots on deck.

A little knot of people

around one of the lifeboats.

They look slow and heavy and fat

with the life belts on, so lonesome.

Then a shell hit the lifeboat.

They all jumped overboard.

I got a beautiful shot of the gun crew

firing at the submarine.

But the best of all was in the boat,

here, with Joe.

I got the freighter going down, one of the

lifeboats caught in the suction and pulled under!

I got some of the U-boat crew

jumping overboard and I also got...

Look!

That's a perfect touch!

What did you do that for?

Why don't you wait for the baby

to float by and photograph that?

Help.!

Gangway!

You stupid, clumsy, son-of-a...

Why don't you

look where you're going?

Absolutely irreplaceable stuff.

Priceless. The best film I ever took.!

- Goes to the bottom of the sea.

- That's better than going there yourself!

I wouldn't have parted with that film

for a million dollars.

When will I ever get stuff like that

again? Of all the stupid, clumsy...

Maybe we can arrange another shipwreck

for you sometime.

Sparks, did you have time

to send out an S.O.S.?

Hardly. The first shell from the U-boat

did for the radio shack.

Keep going, Kovac.

There's more people out there.

- Where'd this come from?

- t was floating by.

Miss MacKenzie!

- Stanley.!

- She's out there.

She's alive.

Come on, Kovac. Come on.

There's somebody, out there.

To your right, Kovac.

- There's three of them!

- Swing over, Kovac.

- Hurry, we've got a wounded man!

- Step on it!

- A dame!

- Never mind me. Help him. He's hurt his leg.

- Well, hang on, Miss.

- Well, folks, we're in business again.

- Somebody gonna give me a hand?

- Ritt.

- You old rat.

- Connie!

Did you come from the freighter

or the Stork Club?

- Still striking oil, I see, eh, Ritt?

- Anybody got any liquor?

I'll have this off you in a jiffy.

I'm okay, Sparks.

What happened to Nolan?

I was on my way from the bridge

to bring him our position...

a shell from the U-boat

hit the radio shack.

I was at the wheel waitin'

for Hennessy to relieve me.

Just set the mug up with

some hot java when...

Holy smokes, look at this mess.

Maybe we'd better

get the raft back.

- Do you think we'll stay afloat?

- f the buoyancy tanks are okay, she'll float...

even if we're waterlogged.

Well, I see you've even managed

to get some of your luggage aboard.

- Just the bare necessities.

- Uh, look at that.

Six full boxes, and

I had to grab this one.

Don't cry, my pet.

It'll last until we're picked up. I hope.

- First shell must have done for the skipper.

- And most of the gun crew.

What happened to the woman

with the baby?

See if you can

find a first-aid kit.

I thought everybody was killed.

I never expected to see you alive.

You know I'm practically

immortal, Ritt.

l... I thought I was done for. See,

we were playing poker in the saloon...

Now, how do you get this thing off?

Here's the first-aid kit.

It's been pretty well smashed up.

Oh. I need something

to cover him up with.

Let me have that blanket, please.

Bandages, please.

Well, share and share

alike, I always say.

- Lie down, please.

- What for?

You'll be more comfortable.

I wanna take a look at your leg.

Oh, well, okay, babe. Maybe you'll

let me return the compliment someday.

- Shh. Lie down, please.

- think it's got a hunk of slug in it.

Yes, sir.

It was the biggest pot of the game...

but believe you me, I never

even stopped to collect it.

- That pot went to DavyJones.

- Well, not all of it.

- Here's 20 bucks Mr. Jones didn't get.

- Well, it's yours.

- t was floating in the water.

- Well, keep it.

No, go on. I insist.

It's probably legitimate as salvage.

- You one of the crew, son?

- Black gang. Oiler. Name's Kovac.

- Kovac, eh? My name's Rittenhouse.

- Glad to...

- Rittenhouse?

- That's right.

- C.J. Rittenhouse?

- C.J. Rittenhouse.

- Junior.

- Here.

- Are you sure there's no sulfanilamide left in the kit?

- 'Fraid not.

- Hurt?

- No.

Here's the shrapnel. Thought you might

like to keep it as a souvenir.

Nah. My hide was

full of that stuff on the last trip.

- Hold it steady.

- oughta have my head examined.

This is the fourth time I've shipped out

since the war, and I ain't got no place yet.

Gee, I wish I could make

the complete round-trip just once.

- How does it look?

- t's a pretty deep cut.

It's leakin'. I ain't gonna wind up

with a gimpy leg, am I?

No. Not enough to interfere

with your jitterbugging.

- Jive, huh?

- Eh, tell her, Sparks.

Why he's the champion hoofer

of the merchant marines.

Tell her what I done

in Jersey City.

Listen, I copped two prizes

at Roseland one year...

and all the time, I'm suffering somethin'

terrible from double pneumonia.

I can out-jive the rest of those hepcats

even with a bum gam.

Everything under control?

Anything I can do?

You ain't got somethin'

to drink on ya?

- Sorry, son. Not a drop.

- have some brandy, darling.

Oh, boy. I could sure go

for some of that.

- 'll get my flask.

- No. In a case like this, the rule is to...

Come on.

We're among friends, ain't we?

- don't think it's advisable.

- Look. Just one slug. It'll pick me up.

- Make up your minds, darlings.

- Help.!

Help!

- Help.!

- t's Charcoal!

It's the steward.!

- There's a woman.

- And a baby.

Easy there.

Give me the baby.

Are you all right, Joe?

I got my feet wet

a little bit.

She was fightin' me

all the time in the water.

She tried to drown the baby

and herself with it.

Huh, it's all right,

sister. You're safe.

The baby's safe.

It's all right. The danger's over.

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