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Bartender, give me a beer

with a rum chaser.

Lieutenant, your money's

not any good in here tonight.

This is my welcome home party.

- Thanks, mister, but...

- Not Mr. But.

Malone. Pat Malone. Been an ensign

in the navy for fifteen years.

- Ken Braden. Welcome home, Ensign.

- Thank you.

Yes, welcome home. Be it ever so humble.

And I believe in sharing my blessings.

Lieutenant Braden, girls.

This is Mui-Mui, Moy-Moy

and Oi-Oi.

How are you doing?

Well, come on, girls.

Now run along and relax.

Oh, no, sweethearts,

there's enough of Malone for everybody.

Go on, now. Patience.

Patience, sweetheart.

Bye.

A man of ambition, Mr. Malone.

I'll predict you'll go far.

Already have been.

Fifty-seven days out

and most of it underwater.

Ambitious?

I've hardly got a conscience left.

To the remnants of your conscience,

Mr. Malone.

Our exec.

Oh, Mr. Carney, have we

got some nice fish and poi here tonight.

Better start learning to like

navy chow again.

Your attention, men!

Mr. Carney. Welcome aboard!

Come on and join the party.

Simmer down.

Drink up. All leaves and liberty canceled.

Oh, no.

Report back to the boat immediately.

Now, of course, sir. Phil, sir.

You and I know

this is just a pleasant little joke.

We will end up on land tomorrow,

each in our own little wiki

with our own gorgeous little hangover.

Oh, well, come on. Say we will.

I wish that's how it was, Pat,

but that's not how it's gonna be.

Let's move it, men!

- You're not gonna do this to me again.

- Let's go!

Malone, do you really have to go?

- Please don't leave us.

- What about our dance?

- Now, girls, girls.

- Oh, no.

Let's face this situation

with a brave little smile.

- Come, children.

- But, Mr. Malone, you promised.

Patrick Malone always keeps his promises,

one way or the other.

And now I've saved these up.

Lieutenant, sir, be my guest.

They're all paid for.

- Well, thank you, Ensign.

- You're welcome.

Well, girls, goodbye.

Mui-Mui.

Oi-Oi.

Moy-Moy.

Well, goodbye.

- Aloha, Mr. Malone.

- Aloha, Mr. Malone.

Yeah, aloha.

- Aloha.

- Aloha.

Well, now, girls, gather around.

That's better, isn't it?

Let me see.

- Moy-Moy.

- Oi-Oi.

- Now, well, that doesn't matter, does it?

- No.

Well, now.

Can I have another Scotch, please?

Easy.

Mr. Malone!

- Yeah!

- Last one!

- Secure all the loading hatches, York!

- Aye, aye, sir.

Torpedoes are all loaded.

Food, fuel, and supplies are all checked in.

Good.

Now we sit and wait

for our passenger to show.

Yeah, if this passenger service works out,

you suppose we'll get the mail contracts?

Wow.

There's a sewer pipe I'd give up

a month's leave

and a little black book

full of telephone numbers to serve on.

Well, you could do worse

than the Barracuda, Pat.

Sure, Phil. I could get a transfer

to the Monitor or the Merrimack, too.

It must be a sweet feeling

coming home with your

keel chalked up and tubes empty

and letting them know

that you swept a lot of dirt to the bottom.

Now, us. Wouldn't hurt a fly, us wouldn't.

We'll be waving a broomstick of our own

one of these days.

Yeah, and I can tell you from where.

I think you made your point clear,

Mr. Malone.

Yes, sir. I'd better double-check

those water lines, sir.

Hey, Peck, Gruber!

Give him a hand on that number four line!

Well, well, well.

Lieutenant, so you're our passenger.

Hello, Malone.

And what did you do

with my wine, women and leis?

- They were expendable.

- They were what?

Expendable.

I'm looking for the duty officer.

Lieutenant, sir,

you're looking at the duty officer.

I'm also the assistant communications

and sound officer,

the assistant

to the assistant approach officer,

the assistant engineering officer,

the assistant diving officer,

the assistant gunnery and torpedo officer.

I'm also a mess treasurer

without assistant

and a cold hand poker player without peer.

- You're late, Lieutenant.

- I had to wait for my gear, sir.

- Where is your gear?

- On the jeep, sir.

- Better see that it gets stowed.

- Yes, sir.

Prepare to get underway in five minutes,

Mr. Carney.

Five minutes. Yes, sir.

Malone, get a couple of hands

to help you with that gear.

Then station the maneuvering watch

and stand by the lines.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Bligh has got quite a bark,

hasn't he?

Got all his own teeth, too.

Here, Lieutenant,

I'll help you aboard with that.

Thank you.

Lieutenant,

did you say they were expendable?

Yeah.

Jerry, Hodins, Gunner, get up here

and get this gear out of the jeep.

Watch your step now, Lieutenant.

This way.

- Mr. Braden, Mr. Doherty.

- Hi.

Now watch your head.

Easy now.

Oh, you're doing fine, Lieutenant, just fine.

Another three or four more times,

you'll hardly even feel it.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Checking the night-lights.

- We always run with a red light at night.

- Why?

Condition our eyes to the darkness,

in case we have to get topsides in a hurry.

Here we are.

Home.

Note the lavish furnishings and the decor

and the latest plumbing.

Pardon me, Lieutenant.

Kind of a gracious, spacious,

spread out type of living.

And the comfort, sir.

Inner springs. This is where you'll bunk.

Supine, sir?

Good. Here, you may as well try it.

Well, you see,

it only costs a little more to go first class.

Oh, before I forget.

The air down here is rationed.

We're supposed to take turns breathing.

- After you, sir.

- Thank you.

- Comfy?

- Yeah, fine.

Good.

- Say, Lieutenant.

- Yeah.

Would you mind if we spoke briefly again

about that wine, women and expendables?

Mr. Malone,

we're members of the silent service

and gentlemen

don't speak of those things.

Of course not. Sorry, sir.

It's on the right, Lieutenant.

Sit down, Braden.

All right, here's the set-up.

There's a buildup on for an offensive

in the Gilbert and Marshall Islands.

Now, the Japanese have air bases,

sea bases and submarine bases

at Tarawa, Majuro, Kwajalein,

Eniwetok and Truk.

Orders of their local forces,

and right now our particular interest

is submarines,

are beamed to them

from a radio transmitter

situated on the island of Kusaie.

We can't break that code.

Our cryptanalysts doubt we can break it

under six months.

That radio station on Kusaie.

That's our mission.

We knock it off?

No, we don't want the island.

We just want the code.

We need it to know

when they're gonna start

and where they're gonna go,

where the submarines are, so we can

feed them information of our own.

Set up decoys, lead them into traps.

Our traps.

When?

- When what?

- The invasion.

Soon.

If we can break that code first,

we're gonna save a lot of ships

and a lot of men.

Or is talk of this mission boring you,

Mr. Braden?

- Are we keeping you up, sir?

- Oh, no, sir. I was just thinking.

Now I know why the navy had me

playing commando these last few weeks.

Me, I had to go to college

to learn Japanese on my own.

Well, school's out, Mr. Braden.

My job is to get you to that island.

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