The Frogmen

That don't look nothin'like the|skipper looked. Not for my money, it don't.

Sure, Canarsie. You got him looking like|one of them joes on a war bond poster.

- The skipper was a man.|- So he was a man. What's this, a dame?

That's not what Kinsella means,|Canarsie.

He means the skipper's jaw|was like a... like a hunk of granite.

- And his eyes were blue.|- Here, you make blue eyes with black ink.

Simmer down, Rembrandt.

All Pappy means is his jaw was tougher|and his eyes were, well, kind and friendly.

Look, fellas. Don't get me wrong.

I feel the same way about the skipper as you do.|But I done this over 20 times.

Just the same, all I say is,|if that looks like Mr. Cassidy did, I look...

You look like my uncle,|and I hate my uncle.

Ha, ha, ha!

Take another crack at it, Canarsie.

Come on, Pappy. It's your deal.

- Let's go, you guys. On your feet.|- On the double!

My, my! How you talk.

These lads just got no manners.

Okay, fellas. Let 'em do their job.

Operation Overboard!

- Hey, me and Joe were only kidding.|- We were just ribbing.

We don't think it's funny.

We figure we didn't ask to be aboard|this bucket, and if you guys...

- Sure, sure. Forget it, forget it.|- Yeah.

What's the verdict, fellas?

Toss 'em overboard, or give 'em|another chance to be little gentlemen?

Overboard!

You can't blame us.

Sure. Sure.

You guys been having yourself a ball, while me|and Joe and the whole ship's company...

been waitin' on you hand and foot,|like you was V.I.P. s or somethin'.

- We are.|- Tell him the facts of life, Jake.

Listen, swabbies. There are roughly|three million men in this man's navy.

There are only a thousand of us guys|spread out over the Pacific.

You and your boyfriends have the honor and|the distinction of having aboard 30 of these...

- Fearless.|- Red-blooded.

- Death-defying.|- He-men.

So you gotta appreciate us, cater to us,|make us feel relaxed and at home.

Otherwise, some of you|won't be around for the next mess call.

Now shove off and swab the deck|somewhere else.

Come on, Pappy. Give us a chance|to get some of our plasma back.

You been taking mine|ever since we left Pearl.

- How about you, Canarsie? You wanna play?|- Me, gamble? Nah.

Anyway, I wanna finish the picture.

There's more than one way to wet down a deck!

Operation Manslaughter!

Holy smokes!|Of all the dirty tricks!

Come on. Give me a hand.

- Yes, Bill?|- A little trouble aft, Skipper.

Some of Mr. Lawrence's boys|tangled with some of ours.

- Serious?|- Not very.

Usual black eyes and bloody noses.

And a lot of injured pride, no doubt.

- Well, bound to have some friction sooner or later.|- Why?

Well, you know, two different groups|aboard a ship about to go into action.

Nerves, tempers.

Get all the facts, Bill. Line up all the men|involved on the fantail, and I'll hold mast.

- Whistle when you're ready.|- Aye, aye, sir.

I wouldn't worry too much about it,|Lawrence.

It happened once before when I ferried|Jack Cassidy and his U.D.T. gang out to Iwo.

Matter of fact, most of these same boys|were with him then.

I gave 'em a tongue-lashing,|and everything was shipshape again.

- Is that what you intend doing this time?|- Maybe.

- Why?|- It's your ship.

Meaning I could do|a better job running it?

Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do.

- I'll hold mast on my boys, and you do the same on yours.|- I'd like that. Thanks.

And you can be certain my men|will give you no more trouble.

We didn't care about|getting a free bath, sir...

but look what they did|to our skipper Mr. Cassidy.

Yeah, Canarsie's|been working on it for weeks, sir.

We were all gonna sign our names on it|and send it to Mrs. Cassidy.

Sure. A man got a right|to stand up for his rights, sir.

What rights?

Well, sir, we're not just ordinary sailors.|We're U.D.T. guys.

That makes us somebody special, huh?

Gives us the right to walk over everybody,|throw our weight around?

- What Kinsella means is...|- I know exactly what he means.

We're U.D.T. men.

Fearless, red-blooded,|death-defying he-men.

I know that song,|and that's all it is... a song.

It doesn't entitle any of us to extra privileges|or favors from this ship's company.

Mr. Klinger, I'm giving these men|eight hours extra duty.

- See to it that they deliver a full 60 minutes in every hour.|- Aye, sir.

And I want it understood that no part|of this ship is out of bounds...

to members of the ship's company.

Remember that.

You can't say some of you fools|didn't ask for this.

I'll work out the extra-duty details with the|ship's exec and give them to you in the morning.

Take it easy.

Lawrence reminds me of a guy named Pulaskie|I used to know in Brooklyn.

Everybody reminds him of a fella|he used to know in Brooklyn.

Who ever came from Brooklyn|that ever amounted to anything?

Winston Churchill's mother,|the beautifulJennieJerome.

Walter Hampden, Harry Houdini,|Danny Kaye, Mae West, Gene Tierney...

Susan Hayward, Mickey Rooney, Barbara|Stanwyck, Lena Horne and, last but not least...

- Marvin W. Minkowsky.|- Yeah? Who's he?

Yours truly, matey,|and keep your eye on him.

This kid is gonna go places|and do things.

Like starting another picture|of the skipper, but pronto.

"But pronto. "|What am I, a slave?

Don't answer that question.

Bridge, this is Radio.|From the flag, Nancy Hanks.

Call the flag, see if they're on|the Nancy Hanks, Smitty.

Aye, aye, sir.

- The kleinsmith is on the Nancy Hanks now, sir.|- Here's the message.

"Proceed... on duty... assigned. "

Message coming through now, sir.

- Hey, what goes? Do you see the blinker?|- No, but he can. Infrared.

Oh. Well, don't let|my men know about this...

or they'll have even less respect for me,|if that's possible.

"Proceed on duty assigned.|Good luck. "

- Give 'em a "roger," Smitty.|- Aye, aye, sir.

Left 15 degrees rudder.|Steady on course 285.

Steady course is 285.|Rudder is left 15.

- All engines ahead full.|- All engines ahead full.

Engine Room acknowledges all ahead full.

Well, Lawrence, looks like the curtain's|about to go up on your bathing beauties.

Yeah. What time|do we arrive in the area?

- 0600 tomorrow.|- I'd better get started. I'll see you later.

Right.

Say, uh...

this fella Cassidy|you mentioned this afternoon.

- Jack Cassidy?|- Yeah.

- What about him?|- What, uh, sort of a man was he?

He was quite a character.

The kind of a guy that could charm|the ears off an elephant.

Yeah. The men thought|a lot of him, huh?

Crazy about him.|He was crazier about them.

He, uh, got it at Iwo, didn't he?

Yeah, after a mission,|on the way back from the beach.

One of his men was hit and knocked|into the water. Jack went in after him.

- Never been seen since.|- When your number comes up, not a bad way to go.

- I'll see you below.|- Right. What about some cribbage later?

No, thanks. Not tonight. I'm gonna|hit the sack after briefing the men.

Now as to the general plan of operation.

This is Red Beach here.

That's the natural harbor and entrance.

This area over here is Green Beach.

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