Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea Page #2

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than in all the explosives

used in World War II.

The missiles are for research.

Experimental torpedoes. You name 'em,

we've got 'em. Show 'em, Lee.

Right. Well, let's see.

Here's something new.

This is a magnetic primer. In case

we lose power in the control room...

we just slap this dude on by hand,

and away she goes.

This looks like a pineapple.

Some pineapple. One bite, and pow.

- Well, don't worry. It can't activate itself.

- Captain?

- Yes, sir?

- Where does this door lead to?

That leads to Davy Jones's locker, sir.

I would suggest if you contemplate

using it, you use this.

- No, no, thank you.

- No offense, sir. Red.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, shall we continue?

B.J?

Take a look at this lad. He's Seaman Smith.

- Recognize him?

- Should I?

Seems only yesterday you were

bouncing him on your knees.

SMITH:
Ol' Bricktop's boy!

- Yeah.

- Spittin' image of him too.

- Isn't he?

His mother wrote me that

he finished his hitch in the navy...

so I had him sign up with us on the double.

He looks a little big for me

to bounce on my knee now.

Yeah.

- Jimmy, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

And now you're a minisub man.

How do you like the new model?

She handles like a dream, sir.

I can't wait to test her under the ice.

- You will. Good luck, my boy.

- Thank you, sir.

Sorry to break in on your social life.

Back to work.

This should interest you, doctor.

Dr. Jamieson, Dr. Hiller,

Congressman Parker.

- How do you do?

- Happy to meet you, Congressman.

- Thank you.

- The Dr. Hiller?

It's a pleasure to welcome

such a distinguished psychiatrist aboard.

You flatter me. You seem very well

equipped here and pleasantly unoccupied.

Well, we're hoping to keep it that way

with the help of these little gadgets.

Afraid it's mandatory that you wear

our newest style in submarine sportswear.

- May I?

- Thank you.

If you pick up a fatal dose of radiation,

it glows red.

A fatal dose of radiation?

Oh, there's a warning.

It loses all its color first.

By the way, give me one of those

for Admiral Crawford.

I hate to break this up, Doc, but I have

some healthier places to show our guests.

I'll check in later with you, doctor.

See ya.

This way, please.

Ah, there you are.

I've just introduced

our guests to Dr. Jamieson.

By the way, Admiral,

I have your dosimeter here.

Good man, Jamieson.

He'll keep you well

filled in on statistics.

[TRUMPET]

Attention!

Well, Admiral, I-I suppose

she's your dancing dietitian?

And he's your musical chef?

- She is my secretary. And as for him

- Sorry.

- I'm to blame, sir. I started it all.

- I have no doubt of that.

Doctor, I told you

another woman was aboard,

but I hardly expected you to meet her...

under such boisterous circumstances.

It all seems very gay and happy,

and I am here to observe.

Yes, not choreography to a trumpet!

Mr. Romano, belay that noisy horn.

As for you, Miss Connors,

we shall have a little talk later.

Doctor.

I'll have a little talk now,

Lieutenant, outside.

Romano, aren't you about

due back on duty?

Not for another two minutes yet, sir.

- Now, Lieutenant...

- Yes?

- Yes, sir.

- Sir!

I'm sure your act will get a wonderful

review in the Congressional Record.

- Will they break me, Captain?

- Well, they've broken better men for less.

How do you explain

this undignified behavior?

I was just showing them

how I'll dance at my wedding.

I see.

Well, that is an extenuating circumstance.

- In about three weeks, isn't it?

- And two days and four hours.

Mm-hmm.

Who's the unlucky man?

Pardon me, Captain. May I?

By all means, Lieutenant.

What did you say about

undignified behavior, Captain?

[MAN ON SPEAKER] Captain Crane.

Control Room, please.

We'll continue this discussion later...

Lieutenant.

[MAN ON RADIO] Calling Seaview.

Calling Seaview.

- Come in, Washington.

- Hello, Seaview.

- We're making contact, sir.

- Very well.

- You called me, sir?

- Yes.

We're just about through to Washington.

Stand by to take her deep.

- Come in.

- All set, sir. Inspector Bergen's on the line.

- Bergen, Nelson here.

- Forget the amenities. How's she running?

Like a clock. We're all set

to make our dive under the ice.

Official checkout time: 3-4-2.

- Make it 500 feet.

- Aye, aye, sir.

We'll be out of sound range

in a few seconds, Bergen...

and then ride radio silence

for the next 96 hours.

- Give him my regards.

- B.J. Sends his best to you landlubbers.

Is he seasick yet?

He was the worst sailor in the navy.

- Well, good hunting.

- Thank you, Inspector.

Keep a lamp burning.

- Hi, Susan.

- Oh, hi, Cathy.

Personnel file you asked for.

Oh, thanks. Have some hot coffee?

Best prescription

you've written today, doctor.

Say, this Captain Crane of yours

is surprisingly young for a job this size.

He was the youngest

sub captain in the navy.

He must have a friend at court.

The admiral?

It's a bad diagnosis, doctor.

They are almost like father and son,

but the captain earned his rank.

Neither he nor the admiral

would have it any other way.

Oh. No criticism intended.

I'm sure you'll both live happily ever after.

You know, settling down isn't going

to be an easy adjustment after all this.

Well, I was born on a farm,

and I'm going back.

- We bought a small ranch in Colorado.

[RUMBLING]

- What do you read?

- Can't make it out, Captain.

- Iceberg, sir?

- I don't know.

- Nose camera.

MAN:
Camera on.

[RUMBLING CONTINUES]

Take over. I'll be fore.

Here they are.

- Admiral

- How deep are we?

Riding at 500 feet.

650 left from keel to bottom.

Take her to a thousand.

Take her to a thousand feet. Emergency!

[SCREAMS]

- Sonar?

- Clear overhead, sir.

- Surface!

- Surface! Surface!

[KLAXON BLARING]

Congressman, you and the ladies go aft.

It might be safer there.

Break out the polar gear.

Let's go, B.J.

[KLAXON BLARING]

- Just breaking surface, sir.

- All stop.

- All stop.

- Crack the hatch.

- Crack the hatch!

- Let's go. Come on, B.J.

My God!

The sky's on fire!

[THUNDERCLAPS]

What happened?

Come on. Let's find out.

Get Washington.

- Hurry up. Make it quick. Get Washington.

- Aye, aye, sir.

[STATIC ON RADIO]

There's a bad magnetic storm, sir.

- Can you clear it?

- I'm trying, sir.

U.S.O.S. Seaview calling Washington.

Come in, Washington.

- I can't seem to break through, sir.

- Keep trying.

Admiral Nelson calling Bureau of Marine

Exploration. Inspector Bergen.

Rescue team, up and out on the double!

Man on the ice. Belay the parkas.

Rescue team, topside, on the double!

All set, sir. Inspector Bergen's

on the line.

- Pipe this through the ship.

- Aye, aye.

Bergen, we've just seen it. What is it?

Nelson, we've been calling you

for almost three days.

- What's that fire in the sky?

- It's the Van Allen Belt of radiation

the 300-mile level.

It caught fire about 50 hours ago.

Nobody knows how,

but a South African observatory...

reported heavy meteor activity

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