Morning Departure

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MAN ON PA. :
Call all hands, call all hands

call all hands, call all hands.

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine.

The morning's fine, get up, it's time.

(BABY CRYING)

(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)

(BABY STOPS CRYING)

Wonderful child, isn't he?

I willed him to stop.

Incredible. Now will yourself back to sleep,

Mrs. Armstrong.

Oh, no. Rules for dutiful naval wives

numbers one and two.

First soothe the fractious child,

then get up at impossible hours

and cook your husband's breakfast

with a pleasant smile.

Rules for gallant submarine commanders.

Be able to do everything that your men

can do, and that includes frying eggs.

I'll cook my own.

Go shave that beard off, it scratches.

- How long have we got?

- The boat leaves at 7:30.

I can never understand

why the Navy always insists

on doing everything at the crack of dawn.

- The sea's there all day.

- It impresses the taxpayers.

You know, you're wrong about that beard,

I'd look pretty sensational.

- Don't shout.

- What was that?

Don't make such a noise,

you'll wake the sprog again.

I'm sorry, darling.

- Peter?

- Mmm-hmm?

You know that letter I had

from Daddy yesterday?

Oh, yes, yes,

I meant to ask you about that.

How's the great big world of commerce?

Is he still making millions?

He's opening a new factory.

Good for him.

I always said I'd marry an heiress.

He's looking for a man to run it.

Nice job for someone.

He suggested you might like it.

Good heavens, I don't know

anything about vacuum cleaners.

He said you could pick up

all the essentials in six months.

I'm sure I could, darling,

but just at the moment,

I'm perfectly happy where I am.

- You can't stay in the Navy forever.

- Well, it has been known.

It's also been known

for people to be thrown out

when it's too late for them

to start anything else,

so they have to take up jobs as golf club

secretaries and running chicken farms.

Oh, that's not a bad idea.

I wouldn't mind a chicken farm.

Well, I would.

I'm sorry, darling.

I didn't mean it seriously.

I think chickens are absolutely idiotic.

Oh, Peter, why are you so obstinate?

Surely you've had enough of submarines?

All through the war,

ever since we were married.

Why don't you retire now?

You know Daddy wants you to join him.

Would it make you

very much happier if I did?

Of course it would.

It's not just a question

of the career and money,

I want a home, Peter.

Something that'll be ours for always.

I want us to belong somewhere

instead of always moving around

from one place to another.

Oh, darling,

I'm not being impossible, am I?

Only, I do love you and

I'm so sick of sharing you

with a lot of damned submarines.

All right, darling.

We'll talk about it this afternoon.

I should be back by teatime.

- What's so funny?

- Your face.

Just look at it. You're all lopsided.

HIGGINS:
Pass the marge, Nobby.

Come out of the clouds, pass the marge.

Sorry, mate.

I was thinking about something.

Oh, you don't want to worry. It'll happen

when it's ready, and not before.

That's right, Nobby.

When we had our third, it was a week late,

and none the worse for that.

Blimey, have you had three?

Start young in Ireland, don't they?

She always wanted a nipper, the old girl,

but we left it a bit late, see,

and, that's why I'm worried like her.

- Are you going already, Andy?

- Yes, I feel like a bit of air.

He's got a hangover, if you ask me.

Out on the town, he was, last night.

What? Andy?

And you engaged to be married?

Don't know what

the younger generation's coming to.

As a matter of fact,

I went to the ballet in Weymouth.

- Well, I don't know.

- Did you now?

I knew a ballet girl once, I think she was.

Used to do 100 somersaults

without stopping.

- ANDREWS:
Anyone coming?

- Okay, Andy.

KELLY:
I'm not going to sit

and listen to them two blarneying.

If you hadn't got your hook up, me lad,

I'd put you across me knee

and smack your Irish bottom.

Still wet behind the ears, they are.

(PIGEON COOING)

You haven't got that bird in there,

have you?

NOBBY:
Yes, she's coming out with us

this morning, ain't you, Clarrie?

You can't take a perishing pigeon

down in a submarine.

I'm not going to. Just before we dive,

I'm going to release her.

It's never been done before.

What? Would she fly all the way

back to Birmingham?

No, back here where she lives.

I don't know what you want a kid for.

You've got one already.

Heaven help you, if the First Lieutenant

catches you, that's all!

Like it?

Yes, it's lovely, Rosie.

I only got it yesterday.

You don't mean you bought it yourself?

Oh, that's all you ever talk about, money.

Anybody would think you wanted me

to go around looking like a servant.

Now, Rosie, you know I don't mean that.

It's just that we gotta be careful.

You can't do much on a stokers' pay.

All right, all right.

There's no need to get upset.

As a matter of fact,

I didn't pay for it myself.

- It was a present.

- Who from?

- Mr. Randall.

- Mr. Randall?

He's the managing director

of Model Modes.

I'm one of his best customers,

so he gave it to me.

Now, look, Rosie,

we've had all this out before.

You're married to me now.

You can't go accepting...

Half a minute ago, you were annoyed

because you thought I'd paid for it myself.

What do you want?

Rosie, I only want you to have

everything you want, but...

(BELL RINGING)

Look, I'll have to go now or I'll be late.

Don't forgot to ask Johnstone

for some butter.

I shan't be seeing Johnstone.

- I thought he was the cook on the Solway?

- Well, yes, he is, but,

I was transferred last week to the Trojan.

Oh, my, they don't half

shift you around, don't they?

- Third time this year, isn't it?

- Yes.

Oh, George, before you go.

What about the housekeeping?

I gave it to you on Friday.

Yes, I know, dear, but I had to spend

a bit extra over the weekend,

with you being home all the time.

You eat so much.

All right, dear.

There's 18 bob. Bye, Rosie.

Are you picking up Harry Manson?

No, he's staying in Weymouth somewhere

with his latest girlfriend.

I believe this one's

really trying to hook him.

Well, I hope she's successful.

It's high time he got married.

- I don't think he ever will, you know.

- Oh, why not?

- He says he prefers the Navy to nappies.

- What a sordid way to look at it.

- Well, I know what he means.

- Peter.

- See you at teatime.

- 4:
00. Good-bye, darling.

Bye-bye.

(BABY CRYING)

- Morning, Chief.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning, sir.

- Good morning.

- Have a good weekend?

- Ah, yes, sir. All right.

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

Come on, look sharp,

the skipper's ahead of us.

It's all a flipping derby, ain't it?

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning, Number One.

You're five seconds early,

couldn't you sleep?

(CHUCKLING) Got off to a bad start, sir.

- Good morning, Chief.

- Carry on, sir, please?

- Carry on, please, Coxswain.

- Let go, forward. Let go, aft.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

First Mate.

(WHISTLES BLOWING)

- Hello, James.

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