Operation Pacific Page #6

is of vital importance.

Our submarines are located

along this general line.

And it's our job to locate them.

-Will the Japs take a gamble like that?

-They'll have to.

The Philippine landing was a ticklish job.

We by-passed a lot of places

to jump in there.

If they let us stay, they're gone geese.

-What is it?

-Message from the Corvena.

They've got gear trouble in number four

main engine and want help from us.

Check with the engineer officer and if we

can spare the parts arrange a rendezvous.

How long have you been out, Freddie?

60 days.

Didn't even see a rowboat!

Did you guys bring any

new pictures with you?

We got a thing called

George Washington Slept Here.

Got anything to trade?

We have a submarine picture.

It sure is exciting.

Send it over.

And you can have

George Washington Slept Here...

and six points.

Joe, do me a favor, will you?

Sure.

When you get back to Pearl,

go up to Room 202.

If there's a buck under the pillow,

it's mine!

If there's a buck under the pillow,

I'll split it with you.

All hands! This is Jonesy.

There will be movies tonight!

How's the picture?

All right, I guess, sir.

The things those Hollywood guys

can do with a submarine!

I wonder how Freddie's doing

with George Washington?

I can't figure out

those explosions Sound reported.

Torpedoes?

Torpedoes. Yes.

Ours or theirs?

Something in the water, sir.

Can you make it out, Larry?

It looks like an oil slick. Wreckage!

All ahead, full.

Find anything, Chief?

Nothing I can identify, sir.

-But there's a life jacket.

-Wait a minute, Chief.

Radar reports single contact sir.

Bearing, 187. Range, 15,000.

Single contact?

Clear the bridge!

Sound?

-Hatch secure, sir.

-Pressure in the boat, sir.

Hold it at periscope depth.

Steady as you go. All ahead one-third.

Up periscope.

-Bearing mark.

-Bearing 1 88.

-Range mark.

-Range, 1 2,000.

Angle on the bow, 40 starboard.

Down periscope.

Ask the navigator what time

is local apparent noon.

-Target course 320.

-Navigator.

Navigator reports local apparent

noon 11:
46, 14 minutes from now.

Up scope.

Battle stations submerge.

-Bearing mark.

-Bearing 195.

Range mark.

Range 6,000.

One l-type Jap submarine!

Mr. Caldwell, take a look!

What do you suppose

he doing is up there?

He might be taking a noon site.

Or maybe just licking his chops.

Down scope.

All ahead, flank.

-Right full rudder.

-All ahead flank, right full rudder.

Steady on course 280.

Make ready all tubes forward.

Up scope.

-Bearing mark.

-Bearing 346.

-Range mark.

-Range 900.

Final bearing, mark.

-Set.

Stand by.

Fire.

Now we have torpedoes, Mr. Caldwell.

Take another look.

It's the first time I ever saw

a sub get knocked off.

Some night, huh?

See anything?

Yes. Johnstown, Pennsylvania.

There used to be a Ferris wheel

just outside of town...

me and my girl rode it a lot.

One night something happened

to the machinery...

and the wheel got stuck

with us way up on top.

Boy, was that a night!

Wonder who is up there with her now?

Radar reports multiple contacts, sir.

Bearing, 278, true.

Target apparently on steady course.

Range?

-22,000, sir.

-Striking party, take stations.

Give me the engineer officer.

How long are you going to need

to need on that battery charge?

We may be down a long while.

Good.

Clear the bridge.

Hatch secure, sir.

That ain't all, Captain.

Propeller noises coming in

all around the dial, sir.

Stand by battle stations!

A destroyer!

-Any pinging?

-No, sir.

All ahead, one-third.

What are we gonna do?

Bring her up easy.

The surface radio antennae.

If we try to get away, they'll be on us

before we can send a message.

If we send a message from here,

we won't be able to get away.

You know what to say.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'll never make fun of another movie

as long as I live!

-Antennae up?

-Yes, sir.

COMSUBPAC.

Urgent priority. Plain language.

Thunder in middle

of Imperial Japanese fleet...

including carriers, battleships

and heavies...

Course 150. Speed 25...

Position 50 miles north of Point Fox.

-We're sending, sir.

-Up scope.

Stand by to fire all tubes.

-No sign of life yet.

-They must hear us.

Maybe they don't believe what they hear.

Somebody's getting nosy.

Down scope.

This is the captain talking.

We asked for it. Now, we got it.

We're right in the middle

of the entire Japanese Imperial fleet.

We gotta sit here like a duck in a shooting

gallery till Pearl gets our contact message.

Search lights are popping

all over the place.

And destroyers are cranking up

depth charges.

If Pearl acknowledges in time,

we have a chance.

With these overlapping targets...

I intend to fire all tubes...

cause so much excitement

that we can make a break for it. That's all.

That's enough!

That is what I was going to say.

-Anything from the radio room?

-No, sir.

Destroyers!

Radio room reports acknowledge, sir.

Fire!

Fire!

Baby, you're wonderful!

Take her down fast and deep.

Rig for depth charge!

Take her down fast and deep.

Rig for depth charge!

Rig for silent running!

We're going down fast.

Rig for depth charge.

Rig for silent running!

Left full rudder.

120 feet.

Right full rudder.

Number six, popping!

All compartments report damage.

How are we doing?

So far, so good. She might sweat a little.

Let her sweat.

Level off.

All ahead one-third.

There's bad leak down here.

A DC party will take care of that.

Hurry up that torpedo reload!

All right, take it away. Get it in there!

Heave!

Come on. Let's go. Heave!

-Larry?

-The usual amount of caulk.

Number one engine water cooler blown.

Brushes for speed regulator, dried out.

Exhaust piping on auxiliary engine

in liner elbow, cracked.

There's a leak in the forward

torpedo room. What else?

We're losing control.

We'll have to surface to repair damage.

Where's that destroyer?

He's echo ranging. He's not sure of us.

Other screw sounds going fainter.

Wait a minute.

There's something else up there.

Heavier screws.

Slow turning.

Let's go take a look. Periscope depth.

Bring her up fast.

This will be down the throat.

-Range.

-800, sir.

Stand by forward tubes.

Heave!

Fire!

They're running at Rockingham.

Torpedoes running.

-Look at here.

-After tubes reloaded, sir.

This is the captain. We made it.

Jap fleet is gone and we took

care of the destroyer they left behind.

But that's not all.

Somebody must live right.

Sitting topside is the most beautiful

carrier you ever saw with a broken wing.

I think we can get even

for the one Pop missed.

They may send destroyers back

but right now she is meat on the table.

What are we supposed to do, throw rocks?

After tubes are reloaded.

Can you keep her under control?

For a carrier, I'll hold her up myself!

Stand by after tubes.

-Range.

-1,800.

Bearing 175.

Fire.

Don't miss back there, you guys!

That does it. Take a look.

Pass the word, everybody take a look.

Up the antennae.

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