Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea Page #6

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What do you say, Doc?

Apparently, no ribs broken.

You're very fortunate, Captain.

He's all right.

Where's Alva... Thanks.

It was a perfect shot. Saved my life.

- My hand was guided by the Lord.

- Perhaps.

But I'm glad your fatalism didn't run

its obvious course.

Lee!

I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.

Thanks.

This will have to be seen to, doctor.

- Bring him to sick bay.

- Please come this way.

How about you, Romano?

- In the pink, Captain.

- Good.

You had me kind of worried there

for a minute.

- I had myself worried.

- Lee, are you all right?

Well, I'm still in one piece.

What's the news, Admiral?

Disastrous. For all they know,

there isn't any Washington.

- No London either from the sound of things.

- What do we do now?

Let's get the ship under way, then have

the crew stand by for an announcement.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Lucius.

I'm about to make

the most important decision of my life,

and I'd like you there.

- Connors.

- Yes, sir.

- Sparks?

- Sir.

- Pipe this through the ship.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Ready, sir.

Now hear this.

Men, this is a time for decision.

You heard the tragic news over the cable.

Contact with Washington

is now impossible.

This means we can't get

presidential approval of my plan.

Therefore, the final decision

must be made now.

There are only two choices.

So with higher directives unavailable

and by the authority vested in me...

I have made that final decision.

We are headed for the Marianas

to fire the missile.

Now, it's a race against time...

a countdown of only 14 days

in which to cross half the world.

If we are to win that race, and we must...

sacrifices will become daily obligations.

The new work schedule

will be posted immediately.

And I tell you now, it's a rough one.

Just one thing more.

Our world faces its darkest hour...

but I am convinced that, with God's help...

my plan will succeed

and the world will survive.

That is all.

- Doctor.

- Captain.

- Just checking on Alvarez.

- He went forward with Dr. Jamieson.

- Seems to be all right.

- Good.

I wish I could say the same

of some of the others.

- George Young.

- Mm-hmm.

I've given him a sedative.

Nervous hysteria.

After all, doctor,

he just became a new father...

and it's only his second trip.

It's not necessarily

a question of experience.

Now, here's a veteran,

your engineer, Lieutenant Hodges.

Lieutenant.

What seems to be

your problem, Mr. Hodges?

Just don't feel good, sir.

I'll be okay in an hour or so.

You try and get some rest. We'll manage.

- Yes, sir.

- Doctor.

- What happened to him?

- Same thing. Hyper neurasthenia.

Your crew is like a capped oil well.

When tension builds up,

there's bound to be an explosion.

But these are handpicked men.

Therefore with eyes to see

and minds that question.

They know the world's probably

on the brink of oblivion...

but instead of trying to get to

their homes and finding their families...

here they are, racing under the sea...

driven on by one man's wild scheme,

which has no proven scientific basis.

Doctor, this is a submarine,

not a nursery school.

- And the admiral's orders must be obeyed.

- I wonder.

Professionally, I am interested to know

if the admiral always behaves this way.

- This ruthless compulsion that...

- Doctor. Doctor.

Excuse me.

Where are we, Romano?

Sub's right here, Skipper.

We ought to raise the...

- Engine Room, what happened?

- The generator's gone out, sir.

- How bad?

- Don't know yet, sir. We're checking.

- All stop!

- All stop, sir.

What is it, Lee?

It's the generator.

They're checking on it now.

- It's an armature, Captain.

- How long to fix?

- About 10 hours.

- We can't afford to wait 10 hours.

It's dangerous not to wait.

Radar and sonar are both knocked out.

- We can't move without 'em.

- Yes, we can.

There's nothing wrong with the motors.

As for sonar and radar...

these are safe waters.

Keep moving and rush those repairs.

That's an order, Captain.

- All ahead two-thirds.

- All ahead two-thirds.

Get on those repairs on the double.

- Hello.

[GASPS] Oh.

- Oh, you startled me. It's so dark in here.

- I'm sorry.

Well, I'm the one that's sorry.

I didn't thank you for saving Lee.

That was a very brave thing you did,

risking your life to save his.

We'll all die when our time comes.

You really believe the world

is coming to an end?

Yes, I do.

I had time to think about it

out there on the ice.

At first, I was puzzled.

But then I began to see things clearly.

As a child, I was pledged to the church...

but my mind was filled with doubts...

enough to make me turn my back

on my chosen path.

But out there,

the fire burned away my doubts...

and I saw the truth...

crystal clear in my mind and in my heart.

- I found peace again.

- And resignation?

Has man a right to even try

to oppose God's will?

Why should God want to destroy us?

Haven't we tried to destroy ourselves?

I don't agree with anything you say.

I won't.

I doesn't matter. Perhaps our death

comes even sooner than the others.

[GASPS] Mines!

Lee! Mines, mines! Dead ahead!

Hundreds of mines!

- All stop!

- All stop.

- Take over.

- Aye, aye, sir.

[SCRAPING SOUND]

It's caught in the searchlight casing, sir.

- All back. Dead slow.

- All back. Dead slow.

- Hold it! All stop!

- All stop!

We've got to clear it from the outside.

Frogmen.

No, we're too deep. Use the minisub

and a torch. Burn through the cable.

- Minisub in all these mines?

- Can you think of a better idea, Captain?

I could a couple of hours ago

when I suggested we wait for repairs.

You made your point.

The responsibility is now mine.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harry, take it easy.

This is the captain.

We're in the middle of a minefield.

A cable is caught

on the forward searchlight.

I need two volunteers for the minisub.

- Gleason, sir. I'll go.

- Right, Gleason.

Okay, Red, here's your chance

for that joyride.

Smith, sir. Count on me.

- Right, Smith.

- Hey, that's young Jimmy.

Now, look, this is a pretty

touchy situation, so play it cool.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Good luck.

Damage patrol, stand by!

What are your orders now, sir?

Back out of the minefield dead slow.

Then proceed with caution

until the generator is fixed.

Aye, aye, sir.

All back. Dead slow.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, yes, of course, Connors.

Perfectly all right.

Are you, Harry?

Gleason was a good man.

So was young Smith.

Little Jimmy.

Look, you have no right to brood, Harry.

You had to take a gamble. Otherwise,

your entire plan would have been wrecked.

The commodore's right, sir.

If the generator hadn't gone out...

- You're both very kind, thank you.

- Kind? No, I think...

Hey, that's pretty good, isn't it?

Only about six hours.

- What do you say, Connors?

[CHUCKLES]

- What's that?

- Nothing important.

It seems that somebody's concerned

about my health and welfare.

- Huh?

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yes?

- This is the captain.

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