The Caine Mutiny Page #3

Mr Keith, Mr Keefer, you will | submit written reports explaining:

A, why his shirt-tail was out. | B, why you didn't obey my orders.

Meatball, look! We're | cutting back across our tow line.

It's impossible. | But it's happening!

We're gonna cut our own tow line. | You'd better tell him again.

What's happening? | What's going on?

What's our target doing out there?

What are you doing? | You idiot. All engines stop.

- We've steamed over our tow line. | - Who said we did that?

- We've cut the target adrift. | - No. We had a faulty cable.

We can hardly be held responsible | if we're given faulty cables.

Should we recover the target?

No. We'll be the last ship back | in Pearl Harbor. No thank you.

We don't want a lot of questions | about this. It's not our fault.

- Reel in the cable. | - Aye, aye, sir.

Mr Keefer, | send the following dispatch.

"Defective tow line parted, | south-west corner, X-ray."

"Target adrift. | Menace to navigation."

"Suggest tug, | recover or destroy."

He'll never get away with it.

Let's head for the barn. | All engines ahead full.

All engines ahead full, sir.

Willie, you look worried.

A man's shirt's a petty detail, but | big things are made up of details.

For want of a nail, a horseshoe | was lost, and then the whole battle.

A captain's job is a lonely one. | He's easily misunderstood.

Forget that I bawled you out. It | was good for the morale of everyone.

Yes, sir.

Look what just came in. | We're going back to San Francisco.

Thanks to Captain Queeg. | He's in plenty of hot water.

- The Navy won't accept his story. | - They're sending us back for that?

"Upon arrival, | Commanding Officer USS Caine -

- Report immediately | Commander Western Sea Frontier."

He's about to be boiled in oil. | And you'll be seeing your girl.

Willie!

- Willie, darling. | - Mother.

- This is a real surprise. | - You didn't expect me to stay away?

Mother... I'd like you | to meet a friend of mine. May Wynn.

I'm always delighted | to meet Willie's friends.

Thank you.

Hello, May? | Sure. I'll be right down. Okay.

I'm ready to go. | It's just a weekend at Yosemite.

- A sailor needs some play time. | - Miss Wynn is going with you?

Yes, she is.

- You must feel strongly about her. | - I do. I like her a lot.

- You have a nice weekend yourself. | - Are you in love with her?

I don't know. But I missed her | every minute I was away.

She is attractive, but you | don't know anything about her.

- You haven't even met her parents. | - I'll have to do that someday.

For your own sake, | promise you won't do anything rash.

- I promise. | - Do you mean it?

Goodbye, Mom.

Easy, May. | That's good.

- How did you like it? | - Like a new song. Fun but scary.

It was nice of your mother | to let you come.

- It wasn't up to my mother. | - Well...

- War has made a difference. | - Has it?

I missed you more than I planned to.

Let the fire fall!

This is paradise.

- Willie, there are people. | - Let them look.

You have changed. Sometimes I think | there's almost a chance for us.

- Willie, it's getting late. | - It's getting very late.

I'll wait, thanks.

Good morning. Sorry I'm late. | I'm used to having an alarm clock.

- What a day. Have you ordered yet? | - Not yet.

- Orange juice and coffee. | - Make it two.

I'd love to take a long walk. | Climb to the top of that mountain.

- Darling, what's the matter? | - Just thinking.

Something's the matter. | I expected you to be happy.

Would you spend | the rest of your life with me?

- What's this? | - Let's get married.

- Is that what you really want? | - Yes. Don't look at me like that.

Is it because you feel sorry for me, | and it's the decent thing to do?

I love you and I want to marry you. | Yes or no?

- No. | - Why not?

Your mother won't approve.

- Of course she'll approve. | - She won't, and you'll be unhappy.

I won't be unhappy. | I love you.

Maybe you do... really do.

But marriage | has to be by your own approval.

That's asking a lot, May.

That's right.

Have a good cry, Willie. | I know I will.

In another 30 seconds | you'd have been AWOL.

- I just got the telegram. | - You couldn't leave your girl?

- Any news on Queeg? | - Stand by to cast off.

Have you been inconvenienced, | Mr Keith?

You made a mistake, Tom. | He's still here.

My mistake was nothing | compared to the Navy's.

As you probably know, we returned | to San Francisco to get a new radar.

However, certain misleading reports | were sent to the Force Commander.

He doubted the Caine's competence | as to being returned to combat.

I told him not to expect me to pull | the Caine into shape overnight.

There will be no further mistakes | from the officers and crew.

- The smoke went down the wrong way. | - This is an important command.

The Navy's waiting for me to make | a mistake, but I won't make it.

So much for old business.

Gentlemen, I have good news for you.

We're on our way to | the greatest invasion of this war.

I kid you not. | Let's straighten up and fly right.

All hands, put on battle dress.

All hands, put on battle dress.

We can scare the Japs to death.

Cease fire, cease fire.

Take stations. | Mr Keith, take the con.

That's the group we're to take in. | Jacob Group Four.

Come right to course 045. | All engines ahead full.

We're gonna run those boats down. | Where's the captain?

- He's on the wing. | - Why isn't he handling the ship?

All engines stop.

Boats ahoy!

- What's going on? Who's yelling? | - We were overshooting these boys.

- What's the distance to the beach? | - About three miles.

Steve, you get us there. | Full speed ahead.

We will proceed. | Follow us. Good luck.

Left tangent:
006.

- Beacon:
084. | - Distance: 5,000.

We're too far ahead. | All engines back one third.

Left tangent:
350.

- Beacon:
116. | - Distance: 4,000.

Why are we slowing down? If they | can't keep up, throw a dye marker.

We're too close. | You want to run us on the beach?

- We still have 1,500 yards to go. | - 1,500 yards? You're crazy.

I can read instruments | as well as anyone.

We're within 1,000 yards | of the beach right now.

Left full rudder. | All engines ahead full.

- Throw over a dye marker. | - Fantail, throw over a dye marker.

- We can't leave those marines... | - Mr Maryk, I'm relieving you.

- What's he doing? Running away? | - Don't look for trouble, Tom.

- What do you think of your boy now? | - I don't know.

- There must be a reason for this. | - Yeah. There's a reason, all right.

I've got those yellowstain blues | those silly yellowstain blues

when someone fires a shot | it's always there I am not

I've got those yellowstain blues | the old yellowstain blues

those yellowstain blues.

- We'd better pipe down. | - Don't worry.

It's about time you got over being | impressed by parents and captains.

- Thanks, Dad. | - More.

I've got those yellowstain blues | down from my head to my shoes

you should see strong men quail | if he should spy a shirt-tail...

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