The Americanization of Emily Page #6

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

What do we do now?

I don't know what Marvin's going to do...

I'm going back to the office

to cut your orders.

What orders?

Orders authorizing you

to transfer unattached personnel...

to your photographic unit.

Come on, Bus. I'm not going to make

any silly movie.

There are no unattached photographic

personnel. I've already checked.

So you report to me about that next week.

Then I'll cut you new orders,

flight orders...

pay orders, temporary duty orders.

Before I finish cutting orders

for this movie, the war will be over.

- Do this my way, Charlie.

- I don't like it. It's devious.

You've already tried

the forthright frontal assault...

nearly got yourself court-martialed...

stripped of your commission...

sent to the Arctic Circle

to do polar research.

Man, you don't tell two-star admirals

you don't approve of their orders.

Now you're on the Admiral's brig list.

I'll assign you to Exeter, Portland

or some other channel ports...

for the purpose

of making preliminary investigations...

And you just stay

out of the Admiral's sight.

I'll assign Emily as your driver,

and you just have yourself a vacation.

Now, do this my way.

A nutty situation, Marv?

All right, I'll go to Sussex

with Emily for a week.

Not such a bad deal.

Sussex should be lovely

at this time of year.

Sheila would say,

"It's too bloody lovely. Really, it is. "

She's not doing the bloody poling.

It's defiant, is it? Just give it a big push.

Help!

Charlie.

I love you, Emily.

How many more weeks do we have?

Three, maybe four.

I know Adm. Jessup

has to be back in Washington...

by the end of June.

Lord, I hope I don't get pregnant.

I've told myself a hundred times,

don't get earnest about this man.

It's a casual thing.

A brief, passionate explosion.

Don't get sticky about it,

for heaven's sake.

I'm sticky, Charlie. I'm sticky as hell.

I'm insanely in love with you.

Have you ever given any thought

to getting married?

You really do cut to the core of things,

don't you?

I've got some

Navy marriage applications here.

Charlie, let's be honest about this.

Emily, we're nuts about each other.

Let's get married.

But we're basically incompatible, Charlie.

It's got nothing to do with that.

It's our fundamental approaches to life.

I've got this ingrained British morality...

and you're the most immoral man

I've ever met.

You're a shameless coward,

selfish as a child...

and you're pretty ruthless

about getting what you want.

For all your charm,

you're a scoundrel, Charlie.

Seems I don't mind

making love to a scoundrel...

but I think it immoral to marry one.

You lack principles, Charlie.

Isn't there anything you'd die for?

Sure.

I'd die for you, if it ever came to that.

I really believe you would.

There are lots of things I'd die for, Emily.

My home, my family, my country.

But that's love, not principle.

Now, if I were to bring

a raging lion into the house...

and wrestle it just to prove

that I'd die for you...

that would be highly principled of me.

But what's a lion doing

in a man's house, anyway?

Shut up.

Charlie, I've been so silly.

Of course I'll marry you.

I'll give you the signed documents

in the morning.

I love you so.

Lord, I hope you do get pregnant.

What?

What is this?

- All right.

- I don't do this kind of thing.

- Shut up.

- What is this all about?

- Close the door.

- I'm a decent girl.

- Will you shut up?

- He's got the bloody lights on!

- Turn the lights off!

- I want to read this to you!

I know what it is. I drew it up!

It is an order assigning me

to a demolition unit in Portland!

- I know what it is!

- What are you yelling about?

- Don't you ever knock?

- All right, I'm sorry!

For Pete's sake, Charlie.

Will you stop jumping around?

I'm naked, dear.

I'm looking for something to put on.

This is my best friend, you dotty witch,

not the house detective.

Now, just stand at attention

while Cmdr. Madison and I confer.

Charlie, ever since

you're away all the time...

I have to dig up my own girls.

The Admiral came into my office

yesterday morning and said...

"I want Madison immediately assigned

to a demolition unit. "

I cut your orders.

You and your camera crew...

report to the port commander, Portland.

Tomorrow is June 4.

I know tomorrow is June 4.

Fill in the names.

What names?

- Names of your camera crew.

- I don't have any camera crew.

What's the matter with you, Bus?

I know you don't have any camera crew.

But by 1000 hours tomorrow morning...

I'll cut flight orders

for this camera you don't have...

on the 1900 hours flight to Portland...

with a copy of each to COMINT, SHAEF,

COMNAVEU, COMLANCRABEU...

and Port Commander,

Portland, PORLANCRABEAU.

It will take me two hours

to rescind those orders...

let alone draft new flight orders...

new requisition orders, new pay orders.

Don't get swept up with the sheer artistry

of it all.

Look. These orders specifically

assign me...

to the 6th Naval Engineer Unit.

That makes this whole silly movie,

official Navy business...

with a copy each for COMINT, SHAEF,

and PORLANCRABEAU.

- The balloon is going up any day now.

- Will you stop...

No. The Admiral's been at Southampton

to Supreme Command...

more often than he's been in town

this week.

Now, Charlie! Trust me.

All right.

Bus, could you assign Emily and me

to the Lake District next week?

That's lovely up there.

This one really takes the cake.

We don't have anything

in the Lake District, Charlie.

What about Cornwall? Land's End,

rocky cliffs over looking the sea.

It's very romantic.

I have a training station at Falmouth.

I can assign you there.

Sounds very nice. We'll take it.

Bus, I'm marrying her.

Charlie!

- You're getting a great girl.

- Thanks, Bus.

I'm going to throw you

the biggest spread...

this whole town has ever seen. The works!

Formal Annapolis wedding,

arch of sabers, everything.

Congratulations, sailor.

Thanks, mate.

I'll see you tomorrow in the office?

- Tomorrow morning, buddy.

- Right, buddy.

You may stand at ease now, sailor.

I don't want 90 proof.

This is for some Russians.

They're always making cracks

about the impotence of American vodka.

Cmdr. Cummings

in Adm. Jessup's office.

Is Imogene there?

Please have Caroline bring

Adm. Jessup's car at 0930 exactly.

Russians still like their women

short, fat and reactionary?

As far as I know, they do.

Now, Jesse, we come to

your research project on the Arctic Circle.

We received a second cable

yesterday afternoon from Norris.

Jesse, your North Pole project

is going to go down the drain...

unless you start raising a little hell again.

Jesse!

Imogene, you haven't lost any weight,

have you?

Come here a minute.

I said, come here a minute.

I'll call you back.

My God!

Holy cow.

- Jesse.

- We better get a doctor.

He's supposed to be in Southampton

in an hour...

at a meeting

of the Joint Supreme Command.

You're out of your mind.

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