The Fighting Seabees Page #4

- I'd rather you came with me.

Okay.

Okay, Johnny.

I'll check on that one.

You know, Wedge, I could

shoot these dynamite sticks...

just as good as Yump.

Why don't you give me

a chance blasting?

- Never made a mistake?

- Never.

Well, that lets you out.

In order to be a good blaster,

you've got to have made a mistake...

and still be alive.

Why do they say Yump's the best?

'Cause he's the oldest.

Fire!

Fire in the hole!

There she goes!

Get that stuff ground up

as quick as you can.

- I'll be down at the north end.

- Right, boss.

Get back to work, Brick.

Swede, I know I can blast

just as good as Yump.

Get outta here.

Some day I'm gonna blow you up.

Mr. Collins!

Hah?

Oh, there you are.

That was a bonnie wee

tune I was singin'.

I must get it in my

own key someday.

- Could you tell us...

- Would you, uh, care for a cigarette?

I'd like one.

Oh, it's silly the way

they pack these things.

You know, you can't get at 'em.

Would you excuse me just a moment?

Uh-huh.

Here we are. Now, if you

would do me the honor.

Hadn't you better count

your fingers, Sawyer?

Oh, it always turns out the

same. Ten or 12, roughly.

Where's Mr. Donovan?

- Sawyer.

- Aye, aye, sir.

I want eight twelve-by-twelves,

ten feet.

Don't give me ten eight-by-eights,

twelve feet.

- And I want 'em without hemstitchin'.

- What? No tattin'?

Go on. Go on.

And you'd be lookin' for

Wedge, I suppose, Miss?

That's right.

You'll find him down by the

quarry, or over on the north end.

Aren't you afraid he'll stumble

into that saw someday?

If he does, I'll kick his teeth in.

It's the only rip blade we've got left.

Why don't you make him

cut down on his drinking?

Now now, would you want a man to

work in an unnatural condition?

But how can he...

- Bob.

- Yeah?

- May I speak with you alone, please?

- Oh, sure, Tom.

- Excuse me, Connie.

- Sure.

I have a job to do, Miss.

You'll have to excuse me, too.

Right.

Dispatch report just came in

from naval headquarters.

Big task force is

forming up north.

We've been ordered on the alert till

we learn what the Japs are up to.

- Thought you'd like to know, Commander.

- Yeah.

- Any chance of 'em coming this way?

- Who knows?

- Harbor entrance protected?

- Yes, we mined that.

But there's another entrance

at the far end that's wide open.

The mine layer that was bringing

the mines was torpedoed, and...

I didn't think you'd want

the civilians to know.

No, no, no.

This is...

Better that they don't know.

Thanks, Tom.

What's the secret, are you

going to tell me this time?

Oh, no. This one

I keep all for myself.

- Hello, Charlie.

- Hi, Wedge.

- Hey, they're doin' all right.

- Yep.

They check with you about

section three yet?

Yes.

Yump'll have that gravel up

here for you pretty soon.

We can use it.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Yarrow, I'm ready for those

changes in the blueprints.

You mean, you'll be ready

for them in the morning.

I mean we're ready

for 'em tonight.

I'll put a gang to work and have

the foundations laid by midnight.

What are you going

to use for light?

Electricians are rigging some floods.

I'm sorry. Blackout regulations.

All work stops at sunset.

If you'll give us light, we can bring

this job in under the deadline after all.

Sorry, Wedge, no light. And speaking of

foundations, where are your daily reports?

These specifications call for a 1-2-3

mix and it's been two days now...

Gonna be difficult, huh?

I won't stand for halfway

measures, Wedge.

Or did you learn

that in Washington?

You've been tying up my production

schedule ever since we hit this island.

All I want are your reports.

They've gotta know

what you're doing.

How will they know

from the reports?

When the job's finished, there'll be no

more sand, no more gravel, no more cement.

Yeah, but there will be

a report to that effect.

All right, Commander.

The reports'll be on your

desk in the morning.

You know, he almost

makes me dislike him.

Almost?

Mm.

How's it go?

- Can you cook, too?

- Uh-huh.

Corned beef and cabbage

for dinner tonight.

- Stop kidding.

- Oh, I'm not kidding.

You really whipped up

corned beef and cabbage?

- Uh-huh.

- Just for me?

- Oh, don't be coy.

- I like it too.

Do you, uh, smoke a pipe too?

Do you think I'd enjoy it?

What's it gonna get you, Connie?

All this business

of filling my pipe,

pouring my drinks,

corned beef and cabbage.

You've got Eddie Powers and

the rest of the gang laughing...

at those cute little lunches

you bring to the job.

Very well, if you don't want me

to bring you lunch to the job,

I won't bring you

lunch to the job.

Thanks.

And I don't want my slippers

waiting for me every night, either.

And no flower for your

buttonhole in the morning?

Oh, Wedge, you're mean.

Connie, this is strictly

from Brooklyn, but...

why don't you dance with

the guy that brung ya?

Don't ever kid

yourself that I'm not.

Why the act?

Because innately,

you're a gentleman.

Thank you.

Not that anyone would suspect it

from the way you've been acting.

No?

No. But because I know

you're a gentleman, I...

- Thank you again.

- I know that sooner or later,

kindness and consideration

is going to wear you down.

Eventually, you might even agree that

Bob's idea for a navy construction unit...

is so much bigger

than Wedge Donovan...

that you'll agree to

become part of it.

That's why I'm

being nice to you.

And believe me, for

no other reason.

I'll bet you make the best corned

beef and cabbage in the world.

Beautiful eyes, too.

Oh, about those sandwiches...

if they're gonna have corned

beef in 'em tomorrow,

you better make a couple

extra ones for Eddie Powers.

And don't forget the

rest of the boys.

You go out to the south end and clear

those trees out. Come here, bill.

Go over and get those bushes

out of there, right away.

Eddie, you're slowing

down to a walk.

I expected you to have that

third section finished today.

For your information, my fine feathered

friend, I'm six days ahead of schedule!

And if it weren't for butterfly rum,

you'd be eight days ahead!

Butterfly rum, is it?

Well, if you're gonna finish this job, you

better tell 'em to cut out that music.

Practice alarms. All right,

get 'em down to the quarry.

All right, come in, men, all of you.

Come on in. Hurry it up.

Here, come on, lads.

Come on, get in the quarry.

Come on, you back there.

Come on.

Take it out!

Get goin', men.

Get goin'.

Hurry up, men.

Hurry up. Hurry up, men.

- Come on, hurry up!

- Let's move!

All right, come on you men.

Get going.

Step lively.

Bring those trucks in.

Thompson!

Murphy! Don't you ever get

tired of playing this game?

Post seven reports

enemy sighted, sir.

- Surface craft.

- Very well.

- This must be the real McCoy.

- It is.

- What can I do?

- Well, I'll explain the situation to you,

so as things develop you'll

know what's going on.

Lieutenant Kerrick has

left me in charge here...

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