The Honeymoon Machine Page #6
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- Year:
- 1961
- 87 min
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institute the search.
Just what are you looking for?
Blinking has been
reported, ma'am.
I am searching for a blinker.
Well, you don't have
to search here.
I'm admiral Fitch's daughter.
And I am the secretary of the
Navy's favorite son.
I mean it!
That's just a bedroom in there.
My orders are to
search the premises,
and a bedroom is premises!
Good evening.
Anything I can do for you?
Good evening, lieutenant Howard!
It is indeed a pleasure
to see you again, sir!
I'm afraid I don't
place you, sailor.
Signalman burford Taylor, sir.
Well, the lieutenant
may have forgotten,
but lieutenant was kind enough
to come to my
assistance one night
when 3 army guys jumped
me in a saloon in Tokyo.
- At ease.
- Thank you, sir.
Signalman Taylor is searching
the premises
for a blinker.
Fine. Let him search.
You don't mind, sir?
It's... orders.
Not at all. Go right ahead.
How about a drink?
Drink, sir?
Surely the lieutenant
is not suggesting
that I take a drink
while on duty, sir?
Certainly not.
I was talking
to my friends here.
However, if you should
happen to accept a drink
while my back is turned,
I certainly couldn't
put you on report... could I?
As lieutenant knows,
I am not a drinking man.
Say when, sailor.
When!
I should like
to propose a toast.
Who are we toasting?
You can't toast anyone
without a drink!
Good heavens, man, you picked up
an empty glass!
My friends, a toast
to those intrepid...
Beautiful bourbon, sir.
And if I may say so, sir,
that was the most
beautiful toast.
Thank you... Let's drink to it.
I'll go along with that, sir.
To Julie Fitch,
the admiral's daughter!
She really his daughter?
Certainly.
Wow.
Lieutenant may not know this,
but this is the first liquor
I've touched
since that night in Tokyo.
Very next morning, sir, I went
on the wagon.
Is that so... why?
It was the martians, sir.
They tell me I kept
seeing martians.
Martians?
Men from Mars, ma'am.
They say I saw 'em crawling
all over the ship.
Did you?
Yes, sir.
Doctor thought I might've
been allergic
to that fourth bottle of sake.
Look, maybe this man
better not have any more
to drink.
No, no, perfectly
all right, ma'am.
This isn't sake.
Ohhhh!
Well... How do you like that!
Even in Italy... Green stamps!
And now, with the lieutenant's
very kind permission...
I will go in the blinker
and search for the bedroom, sir.
In the bedroom
and search for the blinker!
As I said, sir.
Right through that door!
Thank you.
First, sir...
A short one for the road, sir.
And I'm off, sir.
Second thought,
why search the bedroom?
would never hide a blinker...
Would you, sir?
Certainly not.
Certainly not, sir.
So, I will say good night
and leave, sir.
Hey!
Don't let him go!
Ok, grab his belt!
1, 2, 3, heave!
Thank you, sir.
I must've gone through the wrong
door, sir.
Yeah, it seems that way.
Which way?
- It's a blinker!
- Where?
I don't see any blinker!
Someone's been
setting up an air blink.
Spies, sir!
You mean this thing?
That's no blinker.
Sir, I've been
a signalman for 16 years,
and I know a blinker
when I see a blinker...
And that's a blinker!
Damn it, get off there before
you kill yourself!
It's ok, sir!
I'll get it, sir!
It's my duty, sir!
Sailor, you come down here
right now, and that's an order!
Coming, sir!
Aahhhh!
Don't move!
Don't move!
It's all right, sir.
All I gotta do is turn around.
No!
Get around
the other side, quick!
Is everything all right?
Everything's fine!
Take it easy.
Just take it easy!
Don't move.
Would you let go of that thing?
It's evidence, sir!
Evidence of espionage
in this here hotel!
I'll give it to you.
I'll give you the blinker!
Let's get out of here!
I got it, sir!
I'll take that, sailor.
No, sir.
It's much too
heavy for you, sir.
Now, will you hold this
while I fix my pants?
Better watch your step, sir.
All right, now, back inside!
Yes, sir!
And will you stop saluting?
Yes, sir!
They're back, sir!
The martians are back!
The martians are back, sir!
That's not a martian!
They're all over the hotel.
We're surrounded
by martians, sir!
They're not martians.
Look, it's only a statue.
Open your eyes!
It's nothing.
The martians are here!
The martians are...!
What is it, sir?
Now, I could have sworn
the martians were...
Don't be a nut!
Just don't look
at them, do you hear?
Don't look at them.
Just keep your eyes closed.
They'll go away.
Ok?
All right.
Come on, be careful.
It's only a few more steps.
Hey, come on.
What's the matter?
Come on!
I think he's asleep!
What? Asleep?
For the love of... Wake him up!
No, no, don't wake him up.
He'll see them again.
Don't wake him up!
What will I do?
Get him a blanket?
We got to wake him.
No, we don't.
Listen, all we have to do is...
I'll get it.
Now, keep your eyes closed
and follow me.
Slowly.
Remember, keep your eyes closed.
No! Take it easy.
Take it ea-ea...
Come on.
Sailor!
Hup, hup.
About face.
Any word on operation 4?
cellar to roof, sir.
No blinker yet.
Have they all reported in?
All except one, sir.
I can't seem to contact
signalman Taylor.
Keep trying!
Yes, sir!
Operation 4 to signalman Taylor.
Can you read me, Taylor?
Come in Taylor!
Over.
Burford!
This is hermie.
What goes on?
Easy now.
We'll put him on the couch.
The Navy sure feeds him good.
Now I know what they mean,
when they say get the lead out.
Watch it, Pam!
That was captain Adam
from the elmira.
He's on his way
to the suite now, sir.
Good, good.
What?
What, what?
All right.
What do we do now?
I'm thinking. I'm thinking.
One thing's for sure.
We can't go to the casino
and leave this guy here alone.
Maybe we could get
a baby-sitter?
When he wakes up, he'll alert
the entire city of venice.
- Why should he?
- Are you crazy?
He saw the blinker.
What blinker?
There is no blinker.
The blinker is in the canal.
Besides, he won't
even remember it.
Jason, you hold down the fort,
and I'll go to the casino.
No, the time has come,
lieutenant Howard,
to call a halt
to this whole affair.
We stop right now!
Stop?
On the brink of victory?
Julie, have you gone mad?
Did Washington stop
at valley forge?
Did Dewey stop at Manila?
Did Napoleon stop at Waterloo?
You bet he did.
Julie, come.
Julie, things have been so
messed up around here
that I haven't had a chance
to talk to you.
But, I think I love you.
Fergie... I mean it.
You said you discovered
something about me
between the fish
and the souffle.
I discovered something, too.
- When?
- I'm not sure.
I think it was when you let me
go ahead in spite
of your father.
Any girl who would double-cross
her own father,
that's my kind of woman.
Fergie!
No, I didn't mean it that way.
Well, how did you mean it?
Anybody else for post office?
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