The Americanization of Emily Page #7

He's in a schizophrenic state.

Get him to a hospital.

I suppose you're right.

- He really flipped.

- Get me a hospital, quick.

I'd better tell Admiral Healy about this.

Hiya, Bus.

Harry, something serious

has just happened.

Adm. Jessup's gone mad.

He's flipped.

Will you tell Admiral Healy about it?

Admiral Healy's on his way...

to Southampton with Adm. Jessup

in five minutes.

No, Adm. Jessup isn't going

to Southampton, Harry.

This is urgent.

Adm. Jessup has cracked up.

- What do you mean, he's cracked up?

- I mean he's cracked up.

He's lying on the floor right now

in his office in a trance.

Do I read you right, Commander?

Are you trying to tell me

Adm. William Jessup has cracked up?

You know, Harry, you are a pompous ass!

Now this better not be a gag.

You think I would joke

about a thing like this?

The service takes a dim view

of lieutenant commanders...

who call the Special Assistant

to the Secretary of the Navy a nut.

Come on. You see for yourself, wise guy.

Hello, Harry. Adm. Healy ready?

He's waiting for you now, sir.

Admirals Hoyle and Magneson are with...

- All right, what the hell is all this about?

- Harry, in here.

The Admiral is a very sick man.

This kind of a joke is tasteless enough

from you two.

But from an academy man, it is obscene!

You shore sailors ought to do a little tour

of sea duty just to find out exactly...

All right, Spaulding, I've had about enough

of your bilge.

This blowhard here did four months...

as a mess officer in the South Pacific,

and he's been spouting sea salt ever since.

I didn't ask for a desk job.

I've applied for sea duty seven times,

and you know it.

If you'll let me finish...

Don't just start pulling academy on me.

I was a cadet four-striper.

You never made more than midshipman

of a lousy battalion.

This outburst is bad joss,

Commander, bad joss.

Don't start jacking me up

like you were my senior cadet officer.

While you two schoolboys

are standing here...

And I don't want to hear

any more cracks about schoolboys.

You civilian sailors think

there's something funny...

about a man taking pride in his service.

Sir, permit me to inform you, sir...

that I am damn proud of being

an Annapolis man, sir.

- Look, right now...

- I didn't ask for a lousy desk job.

I've got bad eyes. Now, what can I do?

You think I wanna to tell my kids

that on D-day...

their father was shacked up

at the Westchester Hotel?

For Pete's sake, Bus.

- Adm. Healy wants to see you, Bus.

- What happened?

I don't know. They took Adm. Jessup

back to his hotel.

He's flipped again.

- We better go to the hotel, Charlie.

- No, wait here.

Healy may want to see both of you, too.

We're getting a doctor for him.

A movie to show the first dead man

on Omaha Beach was sailor?

Yes, sir.

I got an odd letter from

the Under Chief of Naval Operations today.

That's what I was discussing with Jesse

when he went wild.

It's nearly 9:
40, Tom.

I know, just a minute. Yes, here it is.

"The President expressed interest in

some moving picture Jessup is making. "

Jessup has written directly to

the President about this.

I wish Jesse would keep me informed...

even of these private projects of his.

"At the end of the meeting, Harry Begely,

the President's assistant...

"made reference to a tomb

for the Unknown Sailor. "

What tomb

for the Unknown Sailor, Commander?

I don't know, sir.

I had no idea that Adm. Jessup...

was in communication with the President

or Harry Begely.

Does anyone know about

a tomb for the Unknown Sailor?

I assume Jessup meant

the first dead sailor on Omaha Beach...

to be the sailor in the tomb.

What tomb?

- The tomb for the Unknown Sailor, sir.

- There is no...

I see. Another one of Jesse's projects.

Commander, this movie about

the demolition engineers.

- Is such a movie being made?

- Not really, sir.

- You see, we've been trying...

- Get it made.

I want this incident closed,

and I want it closed fast.

I don't want anything that's happened

to get out of here.

I don't even want the President

to know this.

Tom.

Put together a movie, Commander,

I can give to Mr. Begely...

who can show it to the President...

who will write a polite note

to Adm. Jessup...

- and this unhappy matter will be closed.

- Yes, sir.

Harry, I am to be informed every hour

as to Adm. Jessup's condition.

- Yes, sir.

- A hell of a day for this to happen.

Now what is so crazy about a tomb

for the Unknown Sailor?

I think there's something splendid

in the idea.

Yes, it does have a ring to it, doesn't it?

How's the old man, Bus?

The President has expressed

an interest in Adm. Jessup's movie.

Naturally.

The Navy has committed itself

to this movie...

and it'll be pretty damned embarrassing

if it isn't made.

So, Charlie, we're going

to make that movie.

That's very spunky of you, Bus.

You and I are going to get on that

and we're going to make a movie!

I'm going in this with you, buddy.

I'm cutting orders

for the both of us right now.

Damn it, Charlie. It's exciting, isn't it?

Will you quit giving me

these comradely pokes?

This is it, boy. This is the big show.

And we're going to be in there

for the first shot.

Just how did you and I suddenly become

The Charge of the Light Brigade?

Charlie...

there's a lot more to this movie

than we knew about.

The Admiral had a much larger vision

in mind.

Apparently...

the Admiral's idea is to build a tomb

for the Unknown Sailor.

And to put the first dead man

on Omaha Beach into it.

Tomb for the what?

That's a new one on me.

All right, sailors, that'll be all.

The Navy wants this movie made

and it's going to be made.

You get back to your hotel

and pack your gear...

because we're going on that 2100 flight

to Portland this evening.

That's an order, Commander.

A tomb for the Unknown Sailor.

Holy cow, Bus!

- Take it easy, Charlie.

- Charlie, you and I have had it too easy.

I think we've forgotten we're officers

in the United States Navy.

It's not up to us to approve our orders...

even if those orders

mean risking our lives.

These are your orders, Charlie.

We'll have a mimeographed copy

in half an hour.

We've been through this before.

This movie is an unnecessary piece

of naval public relations...

and I will not risk my life for that.

You have your orders, Commander.

I'm not going to do it.

You will be on that 2100 flight with me,

or I'll put you on charges, Charlie.

Then you just put me on charges, Bus.

Adm. Jessup's office.

Yes, sir.

Yes, we'll be there directly, sir.

They want us

to come to the hotel immediately.

Sailor!

Here, take this down

to mimeograph immediately.

A tomb for the Unknown... Holy cow!

He's in one of his Annapolis moods.

For heaven's sakes, hold your temper.

I'm not going to do it, Bus.

I'm not going to do it, Bus.

Bus...

I'm in love.

I'm in love like I never thought possible.

Life is especially dear to me right now...

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