We Dive at Dawn Page #3

I'm on my seven days.

I thought perhaps we might...

Oh, Jim, couldn't you have

come home sober just for once?

It was the same last time, you know.

- Why weren't you at our house?

- Look here, why don't you go?

You keep out of this.

- You're coming home.

- Don't you know when you're not wanted?

Greasy old hypocrite!

You've always tried to separate us.

It's been the same

since the day we were married.

You've always tried, haven't you?

From the first day.

(All shout at once)

- Here, get off him.

- Leave me alone, do you hear?

Leave me alone!

Now, then! Now, then!

What's going on here?

What's going on here?

- Break it up! Break it up!

- He started it.

- Quite right. He did, Mr Briggs.

- You don't waste much time, do you?

Are you Leading Seaman James Hobson?

- I am.

- You'll come back to the station with me.

Can't a chap see his wife and kid

without being run in?

It's the railway station I'm talking about.

You've got to get back to your ship.

So if there's anybody you want to

say goodbye to, you'd better be sharp.

There's nobody here wants anything of me.

Come on.

- (# Piano playing)

- (Men) # Here's the last rose of summer

- # Left blooming alone

- (Car horn toots)

He's early with the taxi.

Come in, Ernie, and have a drink.

Here, it's time you and Tug

got along to the church.

- We've half an hour yet. There's no hurry.

- Sure, there's no hurry.

What do you mean, no hurry? Plenty of blokes

would change places with you, Mike.

Now, look here, Charlie,

he won her fair and square, so that's that.

Sure.

Just pipped me on the post, didn't you?

Well, there's still hope.

Old Tug here might lose the ring.

- Never catch me losing nothing.

- No?

What about that little lady you brought here,

from the fag shop?

What about her?

You didn't see the coxswain

going in the scullery, did you?

No, I...

Mind you don't burn them pretty fingers.

- You're getting in my way, Mr Dabbs.

- Oh, come off it.

You've got me, hook, line and sinker.

Now then, ducky, what do they call you?

I've told you. Miss Harcourt.

Blimey, I can't keep on calling you

Miss Harcourt. It sounds barmy.

Of course it does. Think of having "Love

to Miss Harcourt" tattooed across his chest.

- Sissy.

- Has the beer gone already?

- I'm only trying to be helpful.

- You square-headed...

So that's what he does, does he?

He has girls' names tattooed all over him.

Well, I wouldn't say all over him,

but he's got a few. Eh, Dicky?

Show her that one on your wrist.

I'll show you something

at the end of my wrist.

- Now, I'm only trying to be helpful.

- Miss Harcourt, he's the biggest...

- (Piano:
# Here Comes The Bride)

- That'll be her coming down.

Lovely, darling.

- It's beautiful, Ethel.

- Thank you.

- Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

- Looks dandy, doesn't she?

- Well, Mike?

- Well, Ethel, you look fine in that... hat.

I never felt so nervous in all my life.

- Have a glass of port, ducks. Buck you up.

- Thanks.

Oh, Ethel, I do believe in this light...

How awful, it's green.

Come, we ain't superstitious here.

I was just reading your congratulations

when you came down.

Ethel, one here for you.

"A long and happy married life to both,

"and don't forget to name

the first one after me."

"Auntie May."

She's decided what it's going to be.

"Best wishes, and don't forget to name

the first one after your Uncle Fred."

Looks as though

you've got to have twins, Mike.

"Torpedo Gunner's Mate M Carrington."

- "Return to ship at once. Sailing tonight."

- It's a recall!

At least, it sounds like it.

Let me have a look.

There's one here for you, Dicky.

Yes, it's a recall, all right.

Oh, isn't that just my luck?

Oh, there must be some mistake.

No, there's no mistake. There nearly was.

What do you mean, Ethel?

Gave yourself away, didn't you, Mike?

What are you getting at?

It's not Mike's fault we've been recalled.

Mike knows.

Don't you, Mike?

- But, Ethel...

- She can't...

What's the matter with her?

- I don't understand.

- What did she mean, gave yourself away?

- I don't know.

- You didn't get somebody to send these?

- What, me do a thing like that?

- No, no, they're genuine, all right.

Well, boys, you'd better be going.

England expects, you know.

You're in a terrible hurry to get rid of us,

aren't you?

No, no. No offence, Mike.

We've all got to do our bit. You in your sub

and me in my reserved occupation.

It's "submarine", twerp.

Get your kit, Mike.

- And you, Wilson.

- There's no recall for me, Dicky.

You don't expect it to come here, do you?

Get a move on.

And not so much of the Dicky!

You're under the coxswain's orders now.

- Oh, all right, all right.

- Hop it.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Come on, Mike.

We can't hang about here all night.

(Hooter)

(Seagull crying)

Now lower away handsomely.

Check lines. Slack off, aft.

Now let her come.

All right.

- Engine room all present, Chief?

- Aye.

Have you had a bonny leave, Mr Coxswain?

For myself, I wouldn't have thought

it was worth going ashore for.

Leave? I nearly ran into myself coming back.

- Are you satisfied now?

- What do you mean?

You accused me

of sending those telegrams.

I said there was something fishy about it.

How do you think I feel about it?

I'll fix it up with her on my next leave,

you see if I don't.

Do you expect to find her

waiting for you when you get back?

Huh! A lot you know about us Dabbs.

- OK for grub, old Panfry?

- OK, 'Swain.

- Engine room all right, Coxswain?

- We filled up with three from Spare Crew.

You couldn't tell us where we going?

No, I could not. Secret orders to be confided

to nobody below the rank of Coxswain.

They'll expect somebody below the rank

of Coxswain to carry them out, sir.

- All hands on board, sir.

- Very good.

Excuse me, sir. I suppose you haven't

got any idea where we're going?

- Afraid not. Something hush-hush.

- Yes, sir.

You'll have a more interesting time

this trip, Taylor. Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

- Cheerio.

- If you bring it off I'll stand you a Scotch.

- Make it a double and it's guaranteed.

All right.

- I hope I do have to buy that double, sir.

- I hope so.

- Take this down.

- Aye aye, sir.

- All set?

- Ready for sea, sir.

- Let go, forward.

- Let go of your forward spring.

Let go, aft.

- Slow astern, starboard.

- Slow astern, starboard, sir.

Slow ahead, port.

- May we dive to trim, sir?

- Just a minute. I want to talk to the crew.

Do you hear there? Do you hear there?

Stand by for the captain.

This is the captain speaking.

Well, as you've probably guessed,

it's a special job this time.

And what's more, it's not a long one.

In fact, we're due to be back

in four or five days. We hope.

The Admiralty has learnt that the new

German battleship, the Brandenburg,

is about to leave Bremerhaven

for her trials in the Baltic.

To get to the Baltic, the Brandenburg

will have to pass through the Kiel Canal,

and to get to the canal

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