Up Periscope
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- Year:
- 1959
- 112 min
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And in accordance with my orders
to remain undetected,
stayed on bottom additional six hours
after sonar reported convoy had passed
in order to ensure
by possible trailing destroyer.
Ford, James A, Seaman First Class,
badly injured by accident
Paul Stevenson. Commander, US Navy.
That water's cold.
Cold. Cold water, warm heart.
Who said warm? It's a fire.
That's a pure chemical reaction, lady.
One part you, one part me.
You put the two together...
I see what you mean.
Is that what they train you for
at Underwater Demolition School?
That's classified information.
Let's you and I get back
to tactical maneuvers on dry land.
What's the matter,
don't you want to learn about strategy?
No, Ken, it isn't that. It's just that...
Well, something just happens
and suddenly I feel
all the fight going out of me.
That's good.
Ken, we've only known each other a week.
And two days.
All right. A week and two days.
And yet I feel I really don't know
anything about you at all.
I'm classified information, too.
Kenneth M. Braden, Lieutenant JG,
United States Navy.
246772. Name, rank and serial number.
And where have you been
all my young, lonely life?
I'm beginning to wonder.
It isn't like there wasn't a war.
Other people make up your mind for you.
You're being trained.
But for what? Where do you go and when?
Questions, questions, questions.
- You know what I think?
- What?
You talk too much.
You don't mind that song following us,
do you?
- Have enough to eat?
- It was delicious.
- Like the wine?
- Delicious.
- Sally.
- Yes, Ken.
You had enough to eat?
Delicious.
And so was the wine and I love that song.
Good.
You know the beach maneuvers
I was using this afternoon?
Well, I wasn't trying to establish
just any old beachhead.
What are you trying to say, Ken?
Well, I guess I don't say it very well.
Well, you spend a lot of sleepless nights
rehearsing the words
and picking just the right time
and the right place,
then when you get there it's...
Well, all I'm trying to say is
I love you. I want to marry you.
I say something wrong?
No.
You didn't say anything wrong.
I just don't know what to think.
You're not supposed to think
at a time like this.
You're just supposed to say yes.
- Dance with me, Ken, before I start to cry.
- Sure.
I just didn't know
you were gonna be so upset.
Well, it isn't every day
a girl gets proposed to.
It isn't every day I ask a girl to marry me.
Maybe I'm the only one
who feels this way.
- Don't say that.
- What else can I say?
You see? I don't have to say anything.
You say it all yourself
without ever having to speak a word.
It isn't what you think.
You don't tell me what you think.
If I told you that I loved you, too?
That isn't saying you'll marry me.
- What's going on?
- Are you Lieutenant Braden?
- That's right.
- I'm getting your gear out.
Got orders to get you packed
and out to the airport.
You sure you got the right Braden?
One "N" in Braden?
- Two "N's" in Kenneth?
- That's right.
Narrows the field considerably, doesn't it?
- Hey, I got time for a phone call?
- I'm sorry, sir.
No calls. Skipper's orders.
No smoking.
Pearl Harbor in five minutes.
Fasten safety belts.
Hey.
Seatbelt.
Lieutenant JG Kenneth Braden, reporting.
Just a moment, Lieutenant.
- Yes.
- Lieutenant Braden is here, Captain.
- Send him in, please.
- Yes, sir.
- All right, you can go in.
- Thanks.
Lieutenant. Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
- How was your flight from California?
- Very good, sir.
Do you have any idea why you're here?
Well, the duty officer
at Underwater Demolition School
tapped me on the shoulder
and next thing I know
I'm on a plane to Pearl.
Surprised?
It's a volunteer outfit, sir.
I realize they were gonna call on me
sooner or later.
I just wish it had been later.
On account of the girl?
The girl?
Sally Johnson.
- You know her?
- No.
You met her about a week ago.
"A week and two days."
- Give or take an hour or two.
- "It started out routine.
"Dinner, a couple of drinks, dancing.
Took her to the beach, swimming.
"Then the usual beach maneuvers.
Proposed."
You proposed again. You got tapped.
Now you're here.
- You look confused, Lieutenant.
- I am, sir.
Simple. Security screening.
the Office of Naval Intelligence.
You were her assignment.
Coffee?
No, thank you, sir.
Other members of your class
were screened, too,
but Miss Johnson's report
made you top man.
- She classified me 1A?
- You might say that.
That's fine.
I've fallen in love with a girl
and she's sending in a...
Must've had a lot of fun.
I don't think so. She fell in love, too.
Was that in the report?
Reports are pretty complete, Lieutenant.
Nobody in this war has an easy job.
Supply has all your gear ready.
You pick it up.
Be at Pier 5 tomorrow
and report to Captain Stevenson
aboard the Barracuda.
- Is that all, sir?
- Yes.
- Good luck.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- Glenn.
- Yes, sir.
- Is Captain Stevenson still here?
- No, sir.
He went over to Naval Hospital
with Seaman Ford's wife, sir.
He's dead.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Oh, no.
No, no.
Yeah!
Oh, brother,
that Malone sure swings a mean rudder.
- Come on, Peck, drink it up.
- Sure. I'll drink to Ford.
- Why don't you knock it off?
- Easy.
Shove off, Floyd.
I still say you don't sit your tail
on the bottom
as long as we did
after that convoy passed.
I say if we left, Ford would still be living.
So the skipper played it safe.
What are you worrying about?
You got back.
I might be Ford some day.
You all might.
Go ahead, drink your drink. Forget it.
- Maybe you can. I can't.
- Me, neither.
And I got news for you, Chief,
a lot of the other guys feel the same way.
You know, argue, argue.
That's all you guys do is argue.
- You all blame it on the skipper?
- Who else?
breathing in all that stinking air
did Ford any good, do you?
Right, Ash?
Maybe. I don't know.
You mean, not bringing him up
topside sooner wouldn't have helped?
Might have.
Well, putting him on a plane
and getting him back to Pearl
wouldn't have helped save his life?
Look, how do I know?
I'm only a pharmacist mate,
not God.
Oh, come on, Billy.
Let's have some fun here.
Come on, drink it up.
That Malone sure swings a mean rudder.
Long distance.
Long distance,
I want to place a person-to-person call
to Miss Sally Johnson
in San Diego, California, please.
I'm sorry, sir.
Unless you have a military priority,
there are no long distance calls
going through to the States
- for the next 24 hours.
- 24 hours?
- Operator, there's a war on.
- Do tell.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Yeah, yeah.
Scotch, please.
- Encore!
- Encore!
- You promised to dance with me next.
- No, sweethearts.
No argument.
It shall be as I said, but not now.
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