Pearl Harbor Page #21
In the main ward, Evelyn and the other nurses are using the
fly sprayers to spritz cooling antiseptic on the charred
bodies. Evelyn looks up and sees both Rafe and Danny. Her
eyes register relief, but they are the only part of her that
can show emotion now; the rest of her is covered in blood.
Rafe and Danny move to her.
RAFE:
How can we help?
INT. HOSPITAL - PEARL HARBOR - NIGHT
Rafe and Danny sit quietly as Evelyn adjusts the tubes
conducting blood from their arms into sterilized Coke bottles
for transfusion.
RAFE:
What else can we do?
EVELYN:
There's nothing you can do here, they'll
die or they won't, we just --
She stops, afraid if she says more, she'll lose grip on her
emotions. She can see the wreckage out in the harbor.
EVELYN:
There was a sailor, a black man on the
West Virginia, named Dorie Miller. I'd
like to know if he's alive.
She goes back to her work.
Rafe and Danny hop from the ambulance in which they've
hitched a ride to the harbor. They see the awful
devastation.
Rafe and Danny reach the West Virginia's pier, but in the
darkness, they can't find anything. They stop a NAVAL
OFFICER.
DANNY:
Where is the West Virginia?
OFFICER:
There.
He points; the battleship has sunk, its superstructure barely
showing above the water.
It looks hopeless to find a single sailor here; but then they
see a powerful black sailor, pulling to the dock with a
dinghy full of dead men retrieved from the water. As workers
unload the bodies, the black sailor sits down, exhausted
physically and emotionally, his head in his hands. Rafe and
Danny approach him.
DANNY:
We're looking for Dorie Miller.
DORIE:
That's me, Sir.
RAFE:
A friend of ours wanted to be sure you're
alive. Evelyn. A nurse.
DORIE:
How is she?
DANNY:
Like we all are.
Miller nods, and looks out over the harbor, a hellish place
where black smoke still hangs over everything, the shattered
remains of men and ships still in the harbor. It's total
devastation. And yet something about that scene stirs
something else in Dorie Miller.
DORIE:
There's something out there I need to
get. Will you help me?
EXT. PEARL HARBOR - AFTERMATH - NIGHT
Dorie pilots the dinghy through the floating debris. Rafe
and Danny sit with him. He stops over a dangerous pile of
superstructure wreckage.
DORIE:
The Arizona. Hold the dinghy steady, so
it doesn't bust open.
Rafe and Danny brace the dinghy so it doesn't move; but they
still don't see what Dorie is after as he fishes down in the
water, for something barely at the surface; he works for a
moment, then pulls it up.
It's the oil-soaked flag of the Arizona.
Men are working through the night to save the sailors trapped
in the hull.
INT. OKLAHOMA - THE TRAPPED SAILORS
are in total darkness. From it we hear GASPING, then --
SAILOR:
What's that?
The light comes on and sweeps around the faces. The water is
up to their chests, but it's stopped rising.
SAILOR FLASHLIGHT
Just hand on. They'll find us.
SAILOR:
How do you know?
SAILOR FLASHLIGHT
Because we would find them.
He switches the light off again.
The welders are cutting away, the torches sending showers of
sparks everywhere.
INT. OKLAHOMA - THE TRAPPED SAILORS
They are gasping, running out of air.
SAILOR FLASHLIGHT
Breathe easy. Stay calm.
SAILOR:
You hear something?
Something stirs in the ship; a noise...from where? Then a
point of light; sparks fly into the room; somebody's cutting
through the wall. And the sparks illuminate faces suddenly
filled with hope.
But as the cut enlarges, the trapped air, compressed by the
water, starts rushing out -- and the water starts rising
again. The trapped sailors hope turns to terror.
SAILOR:
It's letting out air, and letting in
water!
The steel circle pops out, and they knock the welders down in
their hurry to escape.
Some of the sailors who were trapped are naked. They fight
their way toward the escape hole cut into the hull, assisted
by rescue workers.
The trapped sailors emerge, and they can barely take in the
devastation. Destroyed ships everywhere, the smoking
wreckage... The rescued sailors gaze around them in shock.
They are shivering, and other sailors put blankets around
them.
The entire Washington press corps is waiting, with fresh
bulbs in the flash attachments of cameras that are already as
big as a shoe box. The President is wheeled out of the White
House, and not a single photographer takes a picture...not
yet.
Aides help Roosevelt from the chair, and the press people all
see the President struggle on legs that have no strength, to
the podium. His aides lock the steel clasps at the knees of
his braces into place, and the President stands at the
microphone. And suddenly, from the front, Roosevelt looks
powerful, even majestic.
Now all the bulbs pop and flash. He looks into the cameras.
ROOSEVELT:
Yesterday, December 7, 1941 -- a date
which will live in infamy -- the United
States of American was suddenly and
deliberately attacked by naval and air
forces of the Empire of Japan.
OVER THIS, we see the bombing, the aftermath, the bodies
being fished from the oil-soaked harbor.
ROOSEVELT:
The distance of Hawaii from Japan makes
it obvious that the attacks was planned
many days or even weeks ago. During the
intervening time the Japanese Government
has deliberately sought to deceive the
United States by false statements and
expressions of hope for continued peace.
The Japanese fleet steams back toward Japan. The young
officers are exultant...but Yamamoto is pensive.
ROOSEVELT:
...I regret to tell you that many
American lives have been lost.
EXT. PEARL HARBOR - DAY
We see rows of bodies outside the hospital where Evelyn
works.
The mess hall has been converted to a silent morgue, with
bodies on every table.
ROOSEVELT:
Yesterday the Japanese Government also
launched an attack against Malaya. Last
night Japanese forces attacked Hong
Kong... Guam...
OVER THIS, EXT. ISLANDS - NIGHT
We see Japanese planes bombing islands, and soldiers
attacking amphibious landings.
ROOSEVELT:
...the Philippine Islands... Wake
Island... And this morning the Japanese
attacked Midway Island.
ROOSEVELT:
The facts speak for themselves. With
confidence in our armed forces -- with
the unbounding determination of our
people -- we will gain the inevitable
triumph -- so help us God. I ask that
the Congress declare that since the
unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan
on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of
war --
The words echoes out across America --
ROOSEVELT'S VOICE
War...war...war...
It rings through the radios of farm houses, to country boys
gathered round; in the pool halls of big cities; in the fire
houses and high schools...
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