Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea Page #7

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Please come to the sick bay, sir, at once.

- Very well.

- Now what?

Let's find out.

Come along, Connors.

Hodges?

He smashed in the medicine chest

and swallowed these, Admiral.

He must've typed that note on my machine.

"I was to blame for the death

of Gleason and Smith.

I sabotaged the generator...

although only God knows why

I did this terrible thing."

- Sabotage?

- He wasn't responsible, Admiral.

It was a severe nervous breakdown.

That's beside the point, doctor.

All right, Captain. You blamed me

for the death of Gleason and Smith...

but here is positive proof

that those men were victims...

not of my impatience,

but of deliberate sabotage.

- Any comments?

- Yes, sir.

Sabotage might be just the beginning.

You're driving my crew

to the point of exhaustion...

possibly even rebellion.

These are men, not machines.

If they break down or blow up,

we'll never meet your deadline.

We'll meet it because we have to meet it.

I'm not worried that your men can't take it.

They can.

But I am concerned about

your alternative: Rebellion.

I found this note in my cabin...

just a few minutes ago.

"If you continue your lunatic project,

you'll never live to see it completed."

Hodges will never see it completed.

And he won't bother you anymore.

I'm not so sure that he did.

These notes were not typed

on the same machine.

Double the security guard.

All men off duty are

restricted to quarters.

Until proved otherwise,

everyone is suspect.

- Lee? Don't turn against the admiral.

- I'm not turning against anybody.

Lee, let's not argue, please. Not now.

Not now.

Lieutenant.

There is something you can do to help.

Take this note sent to the admiral.

- Run a test sample on all the typewriters.

- I don't have to.

The dot's off the small "I".

This was typed on my machine.

- In the admiral's office, Cathy?

- Yes.

- Captain, may I speak freely?

- Please do.

You're so concerned about your crew that

you're overlooking other danger signs.

Admiral Nelson's becoming

a textbook case.

Taciturnity combined with anxiety,

high irritability.

And now, perhaps delusions of persecution.

Delusions?

The admiral could've typed

that threatening note himself.

Susan! How can you consider such a thing?

Cathy.

Thanks very much for your diagnosis,

Dr. Hiller.

The admiral is showing signs of strain.

However, I'm sure he's in

complete command of his senses.

I hope so. We still have a long way to go.

[SCREAMING]

Fire in the admiral's cabin!

Lee! The admiral's cabin!

[SIREN BLARING]

- Step up the power to the ventilators!

- Lee! Lee!

It's not smoke. Look up here. It's gas!

Surface! Surface!

[COUGHING]

[HORN BLARING, FAINT]

[ALL COUGHING]

Ship off the port side, sir.

Glasses.

Looks becalm.

On the ship! On the ship!

Do you read me?

On the ship!

Do you read me?

Shall I send out a boat, sir?

We can't proceed

until we ventilate anyway.

- Very well.

[SHIP HORN BLARING, FAINT]

Rescue team, up and out on the double.

Check forward. Check aft.

[HORN BLARING]

Let's go.

Dead. They're all dead.

Let's go.

- What'd you see out there?

- Dead men.

Dead men on a dead ship.

Ain't it about time we went home?

Yeah. You've all got families, haven't you?

Well, how about it?

Leave it to me!

- Yes, Lieutenant?

- It's a complete derelict, sir.

Just four days out of Honolulu.

Everyone's dead. The heat, no water.

We found this in the bar.

It's the Hawaiian Times.

It's dated last Thursday.

I've been asked to speak

for some of the crew, sir.

- What is it, Kowski?

- We've been feeling this way for days, but...

Well, I guess that dead ship

brought it to a head.

Brought what to a head?

Sir, the men feel

if it's really the end coming...

they ought to be spending their last hours

with their wives and families.

Now, we respectfully demand, sir,

that you take us back home.

I see.

May I remind all of you

that this is a government ship.

Demands made by a crewman or

an officer could be considered mutiny.

Shall I so consider it?

Well, speak up!

Captain, as a civilian, may I say a word?

The world may end at any minute now.

Certainly at such a time,

these men have a right to choose

where to die and with whom.

- Listen, Mr. Alvarez...

- Just a minute, Captain.

Mr. Alvarez makes a valid point.

I do not believe the world is ending.

If I did, I'd be heading for home myself.

But in fairness to everyone,

there is some recent news...

that may have a bearing on your decision.

It comes from a Honolulu newspaper

found on the derelict yacht.

The headline reads: "World Subs Ordered

to Stop Seaview from Firing Missile."

So in addition to all our other problems,

we are now a hunted ship...

and we may never get a chance

to fire the missile.

This in no way alters my plans.

This ship will hold its course.

But in view of this news

and your request...

the men who want to go home

may do so on that yacht.

I think you're fools to try it...

but I'll supply sufficient water...

and food to give you

a good fighting chance.

Admiral, if we're to meet your deadline

to the Marianas...

it's madness to split this crew.

- In view of the threat of mutiny, we...

- It's not mutiny yet, Captain.

Your challenge was not

taken up by the men.

All our trouble stems

from the fanatical desire...

on the part of some

not all of them to go home.

I'd rather have a small loyal crew

than risk further sabotage.

- Admiral...

- That's enough, Captain.

Men, you have 15 minutes

to make your decision.

Please have any in the sick bay

that want to go placed aboard the yacht.

One of you doctors better go along.

The other, stay here.

Dr. Jamieson, I would say that

this looks like a job for you.

Yes, sir.

Get the supplies rolling, Captain.

Excuse me.

- All clear on deck!

- Very well. Captain, take her down.

- Take her down! Hundred feet.

- Hundred feet, flood negative.

Are you all right, Admiral?

Perfectly all right,

thanks to Captain Crane.

Well, Mr. Alvarez,

I see you decided to stay with us.

Stay or go what's the difference?

What's to be will be.

- That guy gets on my nerves.

- Cheerful, isn't he?

SPARKS:
Stern's under. Deck's awash.

- Full speed ahead, Captain.

- One moment, sir.

Lieutenant, I ask you to take

official note of my protest...

against the admiral's actions.

- Actions?

- Yes, sir.

Despite my objection,

you encouraged desertion.

I can't argue with that. You're within

your rights to record a protest.

But, Lieutenant, you can also record this.

Desertion or not, we're better off

without a murderer on board.

The note I found was no idle warning.

That fire in my cabin was deliberately set.

Begging your pardon, sir. Romano.

Fire detail found a cigar

burning on the floor, sir.

- Meaning I was smoking in bed?

- Apparently, sir.

Apparently, sir. Except I ran out

of cigars before I went to bed.

Lieutenant, file the captain's report.

Then have my cabin cleaned up.

I'm going to check supplies...

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