USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage Page #2

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(ALL HOOTING AND CHEERING)

Mama, mama, yeah,

there we are.

You have no shot.

No shot.

Double or nothing.

Double or nothing!

I'm telling you,

kamikaze planes

coming down from everywhere,

you know?

And I'm firing back, see?

I'm like...

(IMITATES GUNFIRE)

There's planes coming...

Hot damn, Sanchez,

you're cooking with gas!

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

Ba, ba, ba, hey!

Ba, ba,

ba, hey!

Tame your horses!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

- Next round's on you...

- (RETCHES)

How's a young fella gonna know

how much he can drink

unless he knows

how much he can't?

MAN:

It's 1945.

Our ship is docked

in San Francisco for repairs.

The streets are alive,

and the sailors...

(CHUCKLES)

we're on the town tonight.

D'Antonio!

Daddy didn't mean it.

Yeah, well, it sure as hell

sounded like he did, Clara!

Please, wait!

Mike!

- D'Antonio!

- What?

- Would you stop and listen to me?

- I'm listening.

You need to give daddy a chance.

He just needs some time.

So you never told your parents

you were slumming it, I guess.

That's not what this is.

That's exactly

how they looked at me!

A feisty young lady in red

pursued a sailor...

while another one...

seemed to pursue her.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Come on! come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Mess hall boy

knows about boxing.

They fighting!

Hey, y'all, they fighting!

That's not fair,

you can't hold that against me!

D'Antonio! D'Antonio!

There's a fight.

There's a fight.

There's a fight!

- There's a fight!

- Stay right here.

- Stay right here.

- Mike!

(MEN SHOUTING)

MAN:

Show him what for.

(CHATTERING)

Which one of you wants

to get sliced open first?

You really need that thing?

I'm flattered.

Three against five.

Little friend here makes it even.

Garrison.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Shut up!

Shut up, Quinn!

Back up, boys.

I said back up now!

All right.

Fair fight.

You and me.

You don't know nothing

about fair.

You ain't on a ship now,

peckerwood.

If they move, cut 'em.

If you don't, I cut you.

Oh, yeah!

Come on, come on.

Get up get up!

(CHATTERING)

SAILOR:
Garrison,

It's not worth it!

SAILOR #2:

Come on!

Yeah, knock him out, man!

Hey,

there's a fight down there!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

I got the colored fella.

I got the colored.

- I got the colored.

- Get him, Garrison!

My money's

on the colored fella!

Soft face, boys!

SAILOR:

Cut it out!

Back off! Back off!

Huh? I told you.

It's not worth it!

- Get him!

- CLARA:
Mike!

Smoke his ass!

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

Break it up!

Stand down!

Stand down!

Hey, listen up, listen up!

Where you going

with my money...

Hey, hey, hey,

we just got word okay?

Were shipping out,

captain's orders, okay?

- (HORN HONKS)

- We need to get back to the ship.

- Mike!

- Clara!

Clara!

What happens between us

is between us.

Clara, let's go.

I am not my father.

- And you really mean that?

- Yes.

D'Antonio!

D'Antonio, we got to hoof it!

- All right!

- No, no. No!

This isn't how

it was supposed to...

- I love you!

- I love you, too!

Now, sailor!

- Clara, let's go.

- I'll be back!

For those of you who are new

to the Indianapolis,

I am your Captain.

Without me,

you are worthless.

You are my crew,

and without you,

I am worthless.

Our success,

our very survival...

is contingent upon

our functioning together

as one cohesive unit.

We have the complete

confidence and trust

of the commander-in-chief,

as well we should.

- Understood?

- ALL:
Yes, sir!

- Am I understood?

- ALL:
Yes, sir!

CHARLIE:
The Indianapolis

is a heavy cruiser

designed to take out

enemy ships and aircraft,

but our guns are useless

against submarines.

That's why normally,

we are sent out with an escort

of destroyers in front of us

that act as blockers.

Their job is to detect

and destroy enemy subs

with depth charges

before they can get to us.

Many of the crew

are mere boys

with no idea of the danger

we face out here at sea.

If we are fired upon

by an enemy sub

and if miraculously

we spot it early enough,

we have at maximum four minutes

before the torpedo arrives.

Our main defense is to get

the ship watertight

point station zebra

so any hull rupture

doesn't spread and sink us.

For the secret mission,

we are in effect

a glorified postal service

delivering two packages

with no protection,

but mine is not to reason why.

Hey, W Division

was seven seconds faster

than everybody else,

even without you.

Bullshit!

Hey, farm boy,

chew on that first.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Ah, eat that.

That's gold.

Yeah, you bastard.

Concerned about

submarines, sir?

Hard to hit

what you can't see.

If I may, protocol

would be to zigzag, sir.

Not so effective

against kaitens.

Kaitens?

It's a new Japanese weapon,

a manned suicide torpedo,

like an underwater

kamikaze plane.

If the enemy

fires a kaiten,

they can recalibrate

your position on the fly.

We're faster than their subs,

but not their kaitens.

(SONAR PINGING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

General quarters.

(ALARM BLARING,

MEN SHOUTING)

Send it up, come on!

MAN:
Move it!

(MEN SHOUT IN JAPANESE)

- Battle stations!

- Battle stations!

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN:

Let's go! Let's go!

(SCREAMS)

Load us up!

MAN:

Let's go, let's go!

MAN:

Man your stations!

Ready!

Down!

Ammo! Ammo!

- Go!

- Ready!

MAN:

Fire, fire, fire!

MAN:
Fire, fire, fire,

fire, come on!

(SONAR PINGING)

(SHOUTS ANGRILY)

Done!

Group W can stand down.

I want the big guns

running again in the dark.

W, drill is over.

Isolate the power in sectors

five, six, and seven.

- You did it!

- (ALL CHEER)

Run the test again.

All right.

All right, limp d*cks,

cap says we go again.

MAN:

Come on!

MAN:
You swab it,

then you swab it again!

- If I had two of you...

- Hey!

(SCOFFS) Man, you are as dumb

as a bucket of bolts.

Hell, boy,

everybody know that.

Look here,

which one is Standish's?

- Is it this one right here?

- No, no, no, that's McVay's.

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

Man, come on.

Ugh.

You are nasty.

Man, Quinn,

what are you doing?

- The right thing.

- That's too much. He's gonna know.

Hope he like the pie.

Captain?

Good work

on the guns today.

Thank you, sir.

What do you put in this

delicious pie, Theodore?

I'm afraid that's

classified information, sir.

- (LAUGHS)

- Set it down, imbecile.

Yes, sir.

Is it too hot, sir?

It's 42 seconds

on the big guns, sir.

Four minutes

and 36 seconds on zebra.

- Run it again?

- Negative.

All ahead. best speed.

All ahead, Bendix.

MAN:
She was a four at port,

but she was a 10 on the ship!

Y'all are really lucky

I cut my right cross today.

Doing what?

Changing your tampon?

Yeah, laugh it up, ya mug.

Okay, $75, Deuce.

That's another 50

to Sanchez, right.

25 to Quinn.

Sh*t.

MAN:
Anybody know

where we're going

after we drop cargo?

MAN #2:
All right, chowder heads,

who took my bag?

MAN #3:
Nobody took your bag,

you idiot.

Are you worth $850,

you shiny devil, huh?

MAN:

Alpha, Romeo, tango.

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