- I'm gonna move that toe. - All right, knock it off. Take a little rest.
- Did anything happen? - Well, not yet.
Let's put some oil in the crankcase.
Now, don't be impatient. We got lots of time, Mr. Wead.
We're gonna... That's enough. We're gonna stick right at this.
Start saying it again, "I'm gonna move that toe."
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Come on, loud.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - All right, believe it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Again.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Believe it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Come on. Go.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Go ahead.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Good and loud, try it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Come on, Mr. Wead.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - That's it. Now you got it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - That's it. Go on.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Go again.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Once more.
Get that man's name.
Wait till you see what I got.
I kicked myself all the way back from that joint for not thinking of this before.
Wait till you get a load of this, Mr. Wead. We got this thing whipped.
Tell me now, what do you see in there?
- Dolores, room 8... - No, no, no. Down here, down here.
- Can you see this? - Yeah.
All right, take a look at this. Do you see your big pinkie?
- Yes. - All right, keep your eye on it.
Now, let's get started. Come on, same old thing.
I'm gonna move that toe. Go ahead.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Right. Say it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Come on, mean it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - That's right, now.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Go ahead.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Right.
- I'm gonna move that toe - That's right
- I'm gonna move that toe - One more chorus.
- I'm gonna move that toe, old boy - Go, Mr. Wead.
- I'm gonna move that toe - There you go.
- I'm gonna move that toe, old boy - Go ahead.
- I'm gonna move that toe - Come on, with a little rhythm.
- I'm gonna move that toe, boy - Go ahead. Go on.
- I'm gonna move that toe - Now you got it.
- I'm gonna move that toe, old boy - Let's hear you.
- I'm gonna move that toe - Oh, you got to
- I'm gonna move that toe, boy - I'm gonna move that toe
All of God's children got toes So move it
All of God's children got toes Let's move it
All of God's children got toes Well, move it
All of God's children got toes Let's mo...
- I'm... - Doctor's here, sir.
Still at it, eh?
Johnny.
You know, you can overdo those exercises.
You mean, I could kill myself?
No, I'm just saying you could overdo the work.
Well, I don't care too much anymore which way it is.
But one of us is gonna give, either me or that big toe.
You may just be right.
You're sleeping better, eating better.
- Carson. - Yes, sir.
This is against regulations, but I feel it might do him some good.
- Alcohol, sir? - Oh, no, no. Whiskey.
- Is it intoxicating? - No, no, just a little... A few drops.
Oh, no, I couldn't do that. Well, maybe just a few drops.
In some orange juice. That's not habit-forming? All right, sir, trust me.
- Keep it under your hat. - Yes, sir.
See you, Spig. Keep it up.
- How's your patient? - Still alive.
I'll drop in to see him.
All right, hit it and hit it hard. I'm gonna move that toe.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Doctor, sir.
- And Miss Crumley. - Good evening, Wead.
Good evening, doctor.
Well, quite an arrangement.
My idea, sir.
"Dolores."
Oh, by the way, I was talking to the commander...
...about Carson's temporary duty.
Well, what did he say?
As far as they're concerned, they hope he never comes back.
- Will you excuse us, Miss Crumley. - Yes, doctor.
- Carson. - Yes, sir.
This is against all medical ethics, Carson...
...but the slightly debilitating effects of alcohol...
...are more then compensated for by the physical stimulation...
...and the marked psychological benefit to be derived.
I was thinking the same thing myself, sir.
In other words, a good slug of booze won't hurt him.
I want you to give him some of this.
- All of it, sir? - No, no.
A spoonful at a time, in a little water or orange juice?
- Grapefruit. - Grapefruit, right, sir.
If it doesn't upset Mr. Wead, we might have another bottle next week?
- We'll see. - Right.
- But keep it under your hat. - Trust me, sir.
I can make better booze than that in a bathtub.
All right, let's go.
I'm gonna move that toe. Come on.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - That's it.
- I'm gonna move that toe. - Move it.
I'm gonna move that toe. I'm gonna move that toe.
I'm gonna move that toe.
I've got to.
I'm gonna move that toe.
I've got to.
I'm gonna move that toe. I'm gonna move that toe.
I gotta move that toe. I've gotta move it.
I gotta move that toe. I gotta move that toe.
I'm gonna move it.
I gotta move it.
- More? - Please.
Now, you enjoy that nice fresh air.
- His wife. - All right.
Good morning. Well, look at you. Pretty soft.
All you gotta do is lay there, look at the children in the park.
- Pretty ships out in the bay. - What are the men with legs doing?
Oh, they're trying to learn to use their heads.
The millionaires are back from Florida, and the bums are out of the poolrooms.
- What are you reading? Dames, murder? - Love.
- Who? - Lousy.
He writes like he'd used my big toe for a pencil.
You don't like any of the books I bring, do you?
Not even the one I swiped from the chaplain.
You know, the one that was banned in Boston?
You don't like it, why don't you try writing some yourself?
- It's not a bad idea. - No pictures.
You know, as far as I can make out, writing is just like telling lies...
...only they wrap it up in fancy paper.
You are about the world's greatest natural-born liar I ever met...
...so why don't you try it?
- Eight months. - Oh, quit bellyaching.
Eight months, and it seems like eight years.
What are you crying about? You were 4-1 not to be here at all.
You were about 100-1 never to be puffing on a cigarette...
...and about 500-1 not to be propped up here like the Sultan of Pandemonia.
And a million-to-one not to be able to sign your name on your paycheck.
Which, incidentally, after the allotment
for your wife and the kids, came to 94 bucks.
I gave 10 bucks to each of the charge accounts, which left us 14 fish.
Here you are, sign it.
- I'm broke. - Broke? You are busted.
Come in.
Well, hello, Alice. Or is it Agatha?
Or is it Dolores? No, it couldn't be Dolores.
Hey, that's not bad.
That's the best yet.
The best yet. Well, let's get to work.
- All right. - Who sent the flowers?
- Sent what? - Those red roses.
Don't look at me. I'm not in the habit of sending flowers to men.
Let me know when you can see it. Okay? Now, what we gotta do is concentrate.
- Was there a card in them? - No, there was no card.
Okay, now, when you think...
- Are you sure there was no card in them? - I told you there was no card.
Use your brain for a generator, right?
Let's push that power all the way down, right down here to these feeder nerves.
Right... Right in here. Okay? Got the idea?
All right, now, let's concentrate.
That's it, that's the idea...
- It moved. - It what?
Mis... Mr. Wead, I... I saw...
The foot. Do it again.
- What? - It move... Move... It... Hey, nurse.
Doctor. Anybo...
He moved. He moved his toe, Miss Crumley.
Why do you always have her husband coming through the door with a gun?
Did the guy ever get away with it?
I'd have been dead a long time ago.
- You're late. - Here you are. Right off the boat.
Scraped off.
Hi, Mr. Wead. Gee, you look great. Just great.
- Thanks. - Sitting up in bed and everything.
Still writing them stories? Arab sheiks, murder?
Now I believe in miracles.
That's all that happens. Except there.
What's that, Spig?
Twenty for 20: 20 stories, 20 rejections.
I'm batting.000.
But you're batting.
Let's have it straight, doc. You gonna retire me?
I'm afraid I am.
But we've got some good news for you, Spig.
Good news.
Here you are, sir. Wheels for legs.
- Doctor, permission, please. - Miss Crumley has made a request...
...which is strictly against naval regulations.
- But if my colleague concurs... - Oh, by all means, doctor.
- Permission granted. - Thank you, doctor.
This is elderberry wine that my aunt made back in Wisconsin.
Especially for this occasion.
Miss Crumley, thanks. Thanks.
Wind...
...sky...
...and sea.
And elderberry wine.
Simple things, eh, Jughead?
Sheer poetry.
Now, Mr. Wead, sit back and close your eyes.
- What for? - Because I said so.
Take a look.
The Saratoga.
- The first real carrier. - Yep. Pretty, ain't she?
She's a beautiful lady.
Who's upstairs?
Mr. Price. That's his squadron.
They've been out on maneuvers.
- Take me back. - What?
I said, take me back.
As you say, Mr. Wead.
Let me have that tape. Right. Thank you.
Okay, Arizona, let's go.
Right there. Hold it. Right there.
- Okay, sir. - Here you go.
Hold that one. All right, sir, up you go now. One.
All right, Pincus, heave at it. There we go.
That's it. That's it. Take it easy up there, sir.
- All right? - Right.
All right, sir, here's yesterday's mark. Now, let's try and pass that one today.
Okay.
Come on, pick them up, lay them down. That's it. One.
Let's try with the other one.
- Oh, Mr. Wead. - That's it. Try with the other one.
Stand on it. I don't see you with crutches.
- Come on, try. - Stand up on them, sir.
Come on, pick them up. Lay... Shut up, Pincus.
Pick them up and lay them down. Listen to me, Mr. Wead.
- That's it. - That's it. One more.
- I can't make... - Come on, sure you can.
No distance to go at all. We did this yesterday, come on.
- You're doing beautifully. - Pick them up, lay them down.
Come on. That's it. Stand on that one, Mr. Wead.
That's it. Don't cheat with those crutches, I'm telling you.
- That was wonderful. - That's it.
Pick them up, lay them down. That's it. Pick them up, lay them down.
Just say it to yourself. Pick it up and lay it down.
Pick it up... That's it. And one more.
Hold on right there. Give me another piece of tape.
That's yesterday's mark. Now, today, here's where we go today.
- No, I think that... - You're gonna make it. Come on.
- Come on, Mr. Wead. - Come on.
Come on, pick them up, lay them down. Come on.
- A couple more. - Pick them up.
Let's try one more. One more, sir. One more, just one more.
Just one more.
He did it. He did it. He did it.
He did it.
Come.
- Hiya, Spig. - Hey, John Dale.
- How are you, boy? - Home is the sailor.
You're looking good. You're looking as stout as a mama mule.
Thank you. I'm walking... Or toddling.
Yeah? Say, I brought you some flowers.
- Red roses? - Well, I...
- Sure. Red roses. - You brought them for me?
Yeah.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Hey, what's this? You finally made it. Congratulations.
We're gonna have to celebrate that and wet them down.
Maybe we'd better wait till I get them paid for.
Say, Spig, did you see her out there?
Yeah, I saw her.
She's a beaut, ain't she?
She sure is.
Travis wanted me to tell you, Spig, you helped us get that ship.
You can help us again. We need a dozen more just like her.
What, do you want me to go back to stunting?
No. But yesterday a man came down from Hollywood...
...asking about a carrier movie.
He asked the old man, the old man dumped him in my lap.
I was looking around for the next lap to put him in...
...when I remembered what you once said about getting the public on our side.
Getting them to help us out with the moneymen in Congress.
Well, I figure a lot of the public would go to see a good movie about carriers...
...so I tossed him a couple of bones, and he wants to talk to you.
- He wants me to write about carriers? - Why not?
- Well, how does he know I can write? - Well, he knows he can't.
Well, I'm a writer without a reader.
That's not exactly what I told him.
Hey, that's good.
Hold onto your hat. Cross your fingers.
- We're still... Well, hi, Mr. Price. - Hi, Jughead.
Oh, congratulations. Your uncle get re-elected?
- The mail. - Here goes.
"Mr. Frank Wead Jr." That's a bill. "Mr..." A bill.
- Milford Austin Carson. - No, not that.
"Mr. Frank Wead Jr."
What is it? Another rejection?
- It's got a different envelope, sir. - They didn't send the story back.
- Open it up. - Open it up.
You open it.
- "Pay to the order of Frank Wead..." - "Frank Wead Jr., 100 bucks."
Told you if you got the husband out with the gun you'd get lucky.
- One hundred bucks. We're rich. - May I congratulate you, sir.
- Me too. Congratulations. - It calls for a celebration.
- How about a drink? - I couldn't be any party to that.
- I think that under the circumstances... - Well, under the circumstances.
Would you like these in a vase, sir?
No. Just leave them right here.
To the first story.
To Mr. Price's stripe.
And the red roses.
Pretty good liar, aren't you, Johnny?
And three swell guys.
I'm Commander Wead. I think Mr...
I'm sorry, but Mr. Dodge...
I believe he's expecting you, Commander Wead.
Thank you.
- Commander Wead is here. - Dagblast it, Stonewall.
I told you I was at conference.
I'm not supposed to be disturbed under any circum...
Come on in.
Well... Come in. Come in, it's good to see you.
Thanks.
Come here and sit down. Make yourself comfortable.
You gotta watch that couch.
It's got a hidden spring in it someplace that surprises us sometimes.
Watch that door.
Familiar.
Well, commander, I find that about this time of the afternoon...
...a little drink's good for you. Good for the pump, you know?
- Here you are. - I used to make excuses...
...when I drank in the afternoon too.
Funny thing, a man always makes the loudest excuses to himself.
Yeah, that's a fact.
It sure is a fact. How are you, commander?
There you are.
Commander of a portable typewriter.
That can be harder than handling a battleship.
I found that out.
Well, I know you haven't had much experience writing.
And none at all in pictures. But I've heard about you.
It all sounded like you were just the man I wanted for a story about the Navy.
I don't want a story just about ships and planes...
...I want a story about the officers and... - And the men that run them.
That's exactly it.
Did you happen to know any chief petty officers?
- Do I? Hand me that cane. - Sure. here.
No, I'm kidding.
Well, I... I want this story...
...from a pen dipped in saltwater, not dry martinis.
- You know what I mean? - Yeah, damn the martinis...
...full speed ahead.
- Like to take a crack at it? - That's why I'm here.
Good. Come on, let's go. Can I give you a hand?
- No, I'm all right. - Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.
I didn't know he'd been injured. Why didn't you tell me?
Give him that office across the way. See he gets everything he wants.
Commander, what do they call you? Spig, isn't it?
- That's right. - Do you mind if I call you Spig?
- Not at all. - This is Miss Jackson.
Stonewall Jackson, Commander Wead.
- Hello, commander. - Hello. Do you mind if I call you Stonewall?
- Not at all. - Stonewall's been with me for 22 years.
She's my barometer. If she likes your script, I throw it away.
Wouldn't know what to do without her. Now, go to work.
You didn't ask about your salary.
Well, I figure you'll pay me what I'm worth.
What you have to worry about is that I'm worth what you pay me.
- It's a deal. - Well, wait a minute. Is...? Is that all?
Well, what do you need? Pencil and paper?
- Well, what do I write about? - People. Navy people.
Hey, what's the big idea?
Laugh that off, will you?
Hey, what's the idea? That was on the level.
It was. I came down here to knock your block off.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
That's it. Fight.
Fight.
Get out of here.
- Well, that was very... - Oh, nice work.
Tell George that was a good job of directing.
Congratulations, commander.
- How'd you like that kid with Beery? - Great. Sign him up.
Spig, I've been thinking about that title, Hell Divers.
Great title. Of course, we'll have to take it up with the Hays Office.
You can't say "hell" on the screen, you know.
Listen, Spig. You might just as well face it.
Writing is the loneliest job in the world.
There's nobody there but you.
And I'll give you 50... I'll give you 100-1...
...your play won't be a success.
- You're not listening to me. - Do you blame me?
Not a bit.
Spig, I know the stage, I know the screen.
I've toured every tank town from East Burlap, Maine, to West Burlap, Oregon.
I even played in this thing once.
- Ulysses? - Yep.
You played in Ulysses?
Bowling Green, Kentucky. I played Robert E. Lee.
Look, Spig, you got a beautiful home here, half paid for, half empty.
But no, you got to go to New York and do a play.
I'll give you 1000-1 you'll have the worst flop that ever hits Broadway.
- Nice going, Mr. Wead. - Thanks, Joe.
Looks like you got a hit.
- Jughead. - Yes, sir. Carson, late of the U. S. Navy.
I thought you were running a chicken farm.
I was running one. I gave it up. Chickens get up too early.
Early to bed, early to rise. Might as well be dead.
Big playwright now, huh?
Rich as Croesus.
Never could find time to drop a guy a line, though. Not even a Christmas card.
- Okay, Carson. So I'm a stuffed shirt. - That's right.
- So I'm a horse's rump. - Correct.
Well, that was yesterday.
- Where are we going? - We're going to a saloon.
Where else?
This chicken ranch of mine was six miles from my nearest neighbor.
She was a Polish lady that weighed 258 pounds.
And when she started looking good to me, I blew.
What are you gonna do with all your loot?
- You know who it's for. - For who?
The kids. Who else?
- How are they doing? - Well, they're both in school.
But I'm gonna get them out there with me.
How old can we get?
You ever hear from her?
She's doing fine.
Has a job in San Francisco...
...and she's happy.
- Is she married? - Yes. To me.
Well, you're gonna get the kids, why not her?
Buy yourself a yacht. Take a trip around the world.
I'll sail it for you.
I'm no good for her.
I can remember when they gave you two chances to live: slim and none.
But you made it.
And I can remember you had two crutches and 14 bucks...
...which you parlayed into a fortune.
Of course, that's before you became fat and baldheaded.
Them days all you ever asked for was a chance.
Do you think I've got a chance with her?
Well, what makes you think you ain't?
Come on.
- Where you going? - To the airport.
I'm putting you on a plane for San Francisco.
After that, you're on your own. Here.
Don't you know rich guys like you never pick up a tab?
Come on, we got 46 minutes to catch that plane.
Just a minute.
- Hi. - Hi, Min.
Big playwright.
I was gonna call you, and then I decided to get cute again.
Here, let me take your coat.
Cashmere.
- Here, let me help you. - No, I...
Sure, go ahead.
Well, what are we gonna talk about?
You heard from the kids?
Sure. I hear from them every week. That's how I know about you.
Your pictures, your plays, your books.
Somehow or other you always manage to stand out in their letters.
- Second-year college. - Yeah.
Spig...
...you mean an awful lot to them.
Why don't you have them with you for a while?
I want to.
That's one of the reasons I'm here.
I think you should. I think they need you.
And I need them too.
I need more than that.
I need you.
Hard to believe?
A little.
Just believe it, Min.
Don't analyze it...
...or take it apart or look at it too hard.
I've done all that.
Just believe it.
I don't know, Spig.
I've made a new life for myself.
At least I can be what I am and what I want to be.
- I've got somewhere. It's small... - Sure, sure. You're somewhere.
The kids are somewhere, and I'm somewhere.
But we're really nowhere unless we're together.
If it isn't a family, it's... It's nothing.
I don't know. Maybe it's...
...too late. Maybe...
O'Faolain.
O'Faolain. Bridy.
Bridy O'Faolain.
The Widow O'Faolain, if you please.
What are you dressed up for? Where you going?
To mass on the Sabbath. It wouldn't do you any harm someday.
Perhaps you're going to confession too.
I might. And what put that in your evil mind, pray?
This room.
The kitchen.
And the bar.
And the ashes.
And the dust. Unmitigated sloppiness.
- I'm guilty. - We're both guilty.
But we're gonna reform, O'Faolain.
Because in just a few seconds, I'm going over...
...pick up that phone, call my wife, and she's coming here to live with us.
- Herself? - Herself.
- You mean your wife is coming here? - She is.
Oh, God bless you.
And God bless her for her foolishness.
The poor girl. I'll say me beads for her.
Long distance?
I want San Francisco.
Sutter 23969.
Crestview 4510.
How long of a wait?
Yes, ma'am. I'll be right here. Thank you.
The radio. The Japanese. Pearl Harbor.
- What are you talking about? - The newsboy just told me.
- The Japanese bombed. - Turn on the radio.
- appeared over Diamond Head and launched an attack...
...on the giant U. S. Naval base at Pearl Harbor.
The planes appeared utterly without warning...
...apparently coming from aircraft carriers...
...which had been moved forward during the night.
The enemy craft were over the island of Oahu for one hour and 20 minutes...
...bombing the naval base and nearby Hickam Field.
The White House has just announced that one old battleship capsized...
...several others were hit, and a destroyer was sunk.
- Casualties were said to total 3000... - Turn it off.
...of which 1500 were killed.
Hello.
Min?
Did you hear it?
I just turned off the radio.
Of course you'll try, Spig.
Well, I'll try. You know I've got to try, Min.
I'll go there.
To Washington.
Talk to them.
Maybe they won't have me, I don't know.
If they don't have you, Spig...
...I will.
Well, that's all I need.
That's all I've got, Spig.
I said that's all I've got.
Bye, Spig.
Min...
...well, goodbye, sailor. I...
Stop. Stop. Stop.
And you want active duty?
- Combat? - I've never been under fire.
You know that, sir.
- Are you looking for a thrill? - Just a fight.
Spig, let's talk like what we are, old friends.
Old, I said. Even a sailor must do it, get old.
Like Nimitz, Halsey and Pete Mitscher?
Spig, you know better than this.
A war gets fought at a desk just as hard as it does on a flattop.
It gets won and lost by logistics.
And I'll let you in on something.
Every plan that we ever had is down at the bottom of Pearl Harbor.
Yeah, we lost our Sunday shirt.
- That bad? - Yeah, that bad.
Now, you see this? Well, this is sort of a flattop.
I'm sticking my neck out. You want one, you can have one.
I'll try it for size, admiral. And thanks.
The name's still Jack. Farrington, get him a uniform, a desk and a drink.
He's going to work for the first time in his life.
Aye-aye, sir.
I'm all right.
The carrier Hornet.
Notice the hits by enemy action.
Three kamikazes.
Two hits.
One forward...
...one midship.
Not a chance.
Notice the abandon-ship drill.
Morale excellent.
We have only one carrier left, gentlemen.
Repeat, one carrier left.
Enterprise.
And more on the way.
Well, they won't help...
They won't help now.
Every battle we fight depends on the big carriers.
Yeah, but there's a limiting factor, planes and crews.
Can't carry enough. There ought to be some way to keep them in action.
- Yeah, but how? - Well, it's a simple thing.
It keeps going around in my head like a forgotten name.
What do you do when you're stuck like that, Levi?
Well, I go through the alphabet backwards, sir.
I take a long cold beer.
Back in Hollywood, we cut to the seventh cavalry.
Attention.
Johnny.
I've been looking high and low for you.
Well, what do you know?
- Yeah, my uncle got re-elected. - You got your command.
- Task force. - Combat, you lucky dog.
Say, and you... I have been calling your hotel...
...you haven't checked in for three days.
What are you doing, sleeping on this deck?
- Well... - I've got three hours to kill...
...and I got a jeep outside. I'll buy you the tallest, coldest beer in...
- You got a what outside? - A jeep.
That's it. That's the forgotten name.
Jeep. Jeep carriers.
It was there all the time. I knew it'd be simple.
Hand me that Liberty ship.
Give me a chair. Drag up a chair.
That's it, Johnny.
Jeep carriers.
That's the limiting factor.
Spig, I haven't got too much time, I...
Yeah?
- So long, partner. - So long.
That's what we've been needing.
Johnny.
John Dale.
Attention.
At ease.
- Soryu, Akagi, Kaga. - I know all that.
- Wead? - Yes, sir.
Let's have it.
Well, these big combat carriers are still the spearpoint of battle.
But now, backing them up, we have jeep carriers...
...loaded with planes and crews.
If the big carrier loses a plane, she radios back...
...and a replacement is immediately underway.
The big carrier stays in action.
- You can get this on paper? - Yes, sir.
I like it. Write it up.
Eureka.
Cut me some orders, boy.
- Welcome home, sailor. - Hello, Jock.
- How are you feeling? - Like an old fire horse.
- Thanks for everything. - Thanks for nothing.
Well, there she is. She's all yours.
Oh, I want you to say hello to an old pal of yours.
- Doc. - How are you, fella?
Oh, half-man, half-worm and half-wit.
Well, I got the last chapter of the book.
Come on, Spig, I'll show you to the royal suite.
Knock it off.
- Sir. - Jughead.
I don't believe it.
How'd you wangle this?
Same as you. Drag, pull, juice.
- I know where the bodies are buried. - You buried them.
Thanks, Jughead.
So you finally made it.
Come on, let me show you around.
- I got the crap game. - And everything else.
- You look a little beat up to me. - Yeah, too many soft chairs.
- Living off the fat of the land? - The sea will bring it out.
Well, don't worry. I'll make a man out of you again.
And the next time you walk in that door, sailor, salute.
- Aye-aye, sir. - Hey, wait. This is pretty nice, huh?
You and me and old Jock and the doc.
All we need now is Pincus. Whatever happened to Pincus?
He made it. Back to the old Arizona.
- Pearl Harbor? - Yeah.
- Hey, you know where we're going? - I got a general idea.
You're gonna see some action.
All hands, man your battle stations.
Pilots, man your planes.
Yep, plenty of action.
You're gonna see island grabbing the hard way.
Step by step on the Tokyo road.
See us pounding away with everything we've got...
...and them pounding back at us with everything they've got.
Crash on the flight deck. Crash on the flight deck.
There's one in on the deck. They haven't got any release...
Then we'll see if your jeep carriers can send replacement planes fast enough...
...to keep the big carriers in there slugging.
Because the big carriers are it, sailor. High, low, jack and the game.
Nine minutes, 56 seconds. You owe me a sawbuck.
Good job, Spig. Swell show.
We'd had your plan at Tarawa, we could've saved casualties.
When you gonna sleep? You've been going for 54 hours.
- I'll sleep after the party. - The party's over.
- I'm as good as asleep here. - Captain, make him go to bed.
- Go to bed. - No, sir.
Here's the Oscar, sir.
We've got them now. Listen to this, Jughead.
"Formal resistance has collapsed on all fronts as of 12:42.
Vigilance against die-hard individual action will be maintained...
...but your commander is signaling Washington that Kwajalein is ours...
...and signals each of you 'well done."'
- A clear path to the Marianas. - And a clear path to bed for you.
- Haven't even got under fire. - Get under the sheets.
- Captain, make it an order. - That's an order, Spig.
I'll fix the coffee.
No cream, no sugar.
All general quarters. All hands, man your battle stations.
I guess I forgot to stick out my hand.
Jug.
Jughead.
Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. This is a game you have to think, you know.
- Use my brain a bit when you play... - Ten-hut.
- Relax. - Hi.
Hi.
Well...
...I had to get to battle.
Pretty near got you killed.
I'm a Gemini. You can't kill me until after the 17th of the month.
Anyway, Frank Merriwell Jr. had to see action.
Oh, you did me a favor. I'm a wounded hero.
They're even gonna give me a medal. I got a month at Waikiki...
...in the sun and the surf. Gin rummy. Gin.
Those beautiful nurses.
Hey, do you remember the nurse you had in San Diego?
Miss Crumley.
- I want you to meet her son. - The name's McGuffy, sir.
McGuffy Crumley. Put the black king on the red ace.
- He even cheats when he plays with me. - Is there anything you need?
- Yeah, but you ain't got it out here. - Well, look, Jughead.
- I'm trying to say is... - You don't look so good.
- You want I should move over? - Yeah.
- Well, I... - Drop in and see a guy, will you?
Yeah.
Jug.
There it is, Spig.
Looks like a drunken grasshopper.
- No good? - Lousy.
How long does it say?
Three days, three months, three years.
Okay?
Why not?
Like to have you do me a favor, Johnny.
- If I can. - Even if you can't.
Try me.
A lot of people went to some trouble to get me out here.
- I know. - I don't want them to blame themselves.
Why should they?
I don't know why. I just don't want it.
What do you want?
You to snip a little red tape.
Go on.
I'd like to go over the side quietly.
Retire.
Fatigue?
Yeah.
Let them think I was beat up.
All right, Spig.
- Will you get a load of all the brass? - Yeah.
Army brass too.
Present arms.
- Well, Spig. - Thanks for the ride, Jock.
Good luck, fella. That'll do at the side.
Order arms.
Johnny.
Thank you, sir.
- Shorty. - Hiya, Spig.
- No cake? - No cakes.
And no swimming pools.
Good luck, fella.
Salute.
So long.