Operation Pacific Page #3

do you get that old zing?

-Now you're talking like a jealous husband.

-Ex-husband and don't evade the question.

It's not a fair question.

A girl can't spend

the rest of her life kissing.

It's a good thing to fall back on

when you run out of talk.

If you wanted to be a nurse,

you didn't have to become a Navy nurse...

be sent to Pearl, where you might see me.

Duke, I have a life of my own to live.

I didn't want to live it

being afraid to run into you.

So you ran into me.

What now?

I don't know.

It's not as simple as I thought.

It took a war to make me understand.

Or maybe it's just

that I'm four years older.

But there hasn't a day

you weren't with me...

or a night...

on patrol, or ashore...

in town or pushing some kids

through the jungle with...

a baby in my arms.

Especially with that baby in my arms.

What good will that kind of talk do now?

I'm trying to convince you

that I want another chance.

I haven't much time to plead my cause.

I called a chaplain friend of mine and

asked him to stand by.

We could have a few days together

before I shove off.

Wait a minute.

I didn't spend these years to be...

rushed off my feet by a white uniform...

a big moon

and the perfume of ginger flowers.

-Tree orchids.

-You know what I mean.

You're thinking about the old zing.

But I'm thinking about the rest of my life.

I can't afford to make another mistake.

The only mistake you made

was in getting that divorce.

We're both grown up now.

We could have grown up together.

Maybe I wasn't around a lot of times

I should have been.

But I guarantee you...

I'm going to spend all the time I have

off-duty making it up to you.

-What is it, Chief?

-I'd like to speak to the Commander.

Excuse me.

How did you know where I was?

-Good evening, Chief.

-Good evening, ma'am.

-Lieutenant.

-Yes, Lieutenant, ma'am.

What's the trouble?

A bunch of the guys went to a luau,

roast pig, okolehao, fresh from the still...

-hula girls.

-Yes, I know.

You know Jonesy.

The Hawaiian police tried to break it up.

Then Shore Patrol got into it,

and of course somebody started swinging.

Anyway, they're all being held

down at the Shore Patrol Station.

-A friend of mine told me.

-Couldn't you get them out?

No ma'am, on account of the Hawaiians.

They want damages.

-This may be serious.

-I know.

You better go take care of your Navy.

Go ahead.

Remember what I told you.

I meant it. Let's go.

Yes, sir.

Belay that racket.

Please, Commander, look at my guitar.

Hello.

-You booked them yet, Chief?

-No, sir--

We haven't booked them because

we haven't figured out all the charges yet.

-That bad?

-Worse.

-It's hard to believe about my crew.

-You think they belong in a nursery?

You think they're in there

for stealing dolls?

Give me that report, Chief.

"In car number one,

we were cruising near Koko Head."

That's five miles

out of bounds, incidentally.

"Our attention was attracted to

a disturbance involving naval personnel.

"Investigation disclosed a dozen members

of the Thunder crew at a luau.

"The Hawaiians were trying

to get them to leave. It was past curfew.

"They became noisy and belligerent.

"When the Hawaiians

sent the hula girls home, a fight started."

I'd like to talk to the man who

made that report.

You'll have to go to the Naval hospital.

He's in there with five of my best men.

I know that you submariners are

practically winning the war single-handed.

But I don't see how fighting our shore

patrolmen is going to weaken the Japs.

There must have been provocation,

for my gang.

-If it was my gang.

-If it was your gang?

Bring those guys from the Thunderfish

out here.

Come on, you thunderbirds.

-Oh, no!

-That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Fall in to march over here!

Hurry it up!

Wipe those smiles off your face.

And lively, now!

Hurry it up!

Right face!

-Yes, sir?

-Did you engineer this?

No, sir. It was natural causes.

Can I talk to you privately?

You can talk to me

but it won't do you any good.

Fighting, men? Not even the Admiral

could get you out of this one.

-Let's be reasonable about it.

-No, not a chance.

I'd like to help you, Duke,

but it's got to stop some place.

Night after night, my men are getting

knocked down like ten pins.

If it isn't the Thunder, it's the Tang, or the

Silversides or the Wahoo or the Growler.

-What makes you submariners--

-Listen.

-They have been out on a tough patrol.

-I know, you brought back some children.

-And two nuns.

-That still doesn't excuse it.

Nuns, did you say?

And there's something else.

The kids don't know it,

but they're going right out again.

All right. I'll make a deal with you.

I'll forget my end if you can fix

the damages with the Hawaiians.

How much do they want?

$233.50.

There isn't that much in the whole crew,

including the officers!

-It's the best I can do.

-Let me at them!

Take it easy, kid.

-What's the matter with you?

-I don't know, sir.

Something went click and here I am.

He was hit over the head with a bottle, sir.

-A bottle of what?

-Okolehao.

-Okolehao?

-Yes, sir.

Intoxicating liquor.

I demand that you

throw these men in the brig...

for selling bootlegged

okolehao to my crew.

Please, Commander. We had a big luau.

A big feast.

We had plenty of okolehao.

Good okolehao.

-Where did you get it?

-We made it special.

That's what I mean. How much are you

trying to collect from these men?

$233.50.

What's the fine for bootlegging Okolehao?

$233.50.

But how about our instruments,

and the guitars and the damages?

-How about the bootlegged liquor?

-Wait a minute.

Why don't you call it even?

You forget the damages.

You forget the liquor. How about it?

Very good.

All right with you, Commander?

All right.

Get out of here before I change my mind.

Thank you.

We'll have a big luau, and no okolehao.

-Goodbye, Admiral. Aloha.

-Aloha.

Be sure you're smiling next month...

when those ukuleles

come floating across the payroll.

-Get them out of here, Chief.

-Aye, aye, sir.

Follow me. One-two-three-four.

So help me,

if that crew ever shows up again, I'm....

Aloha, Commander.

Good evening.

-Ready for sea, Duke?

-Yes, sir.

Excuse us, will you, please.

Don't get hurt.

Don't worry. Take care of yourself.

Thanks for coming down, but,

did you have to bring that kid?

I didn't bring him.

He came to say goodbye to Pop.

I'll never understand this situation.

If you're using Bob

to put me over the jumps, it's all right.

But if you're by any chance serious...

I want to make sure you don't do anything

about it till I get back.

Sure, I'm using the boat and the flags

and everything else that will work for me.

You don't expect a guy to give himself

the worst of it, did you?

-Not this guy.

-I hope I'm interrupting.

Duke!

Don't forget to duck.

Stand by your lines.

Haul in your gangway.

Cast off aft. Cast off forward!

All back one-third.

Boy, it's good to be afloat again.

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