All language subtitles for To the Shores of Tripoli (1942) EN

@ “The Marines' Hymn")

This picture was photographed at the
Marine Corps base in San Diego, California.

Here, equipped with the newest
and finest of weapons,

hardened to combat conditions under officers
steeped in the traditions of their corps,

the United States marine today rightfully
qualifies as the best fighting man on earth.

Marines have fought through every
generation, in every fand and every clime

where Americans have been called upon
to uphold their country's honour.

İt is to these men, to marines everywhere, past
and present, that this picture is dedicated,

but more particularly
to that immortal band of leathernecks

who, when trapped on Wake Island
in the early days of the present conflict

and asked what they wanted, impudently
and gloriously replied "Send us more Japs.“

@ “The Marines' Hymn")

This picture shows the first time American
marines were ever in a fight on foreign soil.

It was four junior officers and 16 marines and
sailors, against twice that many monkeys.

Sailed into the harbour of Tripoli and taught
those pirates a lesson they've never forgotten.

That's Stephen Decatur. He came within
an inch of getting his head cut off.

He'd have been a goner if a marine hadn't
stuck out his neck and taken it for him.

That's why we're called "leathernecks".

Sit down. Did l tell you to stand up?

L know that knocking over a windjammer
doesn't mean very much to you boys today,

but what l'm getting at is that guy
who stuck out his neck for Stephen Decatur.

(man) What'd you say
his name was, Sergeant?

Reuben James. But what's that got
to do with it? He was a marine, wasn't he?

But his name wasn't Reuben James, sir.
It was Daniel Frazier.

- How's that?
- Everybody thinks it was Reuben James, sir.

The navy even named a destroyer after him.

But the doctor on the Enterprise said
it was Daniel Frazier. He oughta know.

- He treated him for two wounds on the head.
- That's very interesting. Come here, son.

- What's your name?
- John Dent, sir.

- Where are you from?
- Chugwater, Wyoming.

What book told you to go correcting
your superiors, calling the navy a liar?

- Me?
- Where do you think you are? Junior high?

-L didn't mean.….
- Nobody asked what you meant.

Nobody cares what his name was.

He was a marine. That's enough.

- Yes, sir.
- Go back up there and sit down.

(laughter)

Your name must be Dixie Smith.

That's right. What of it?

L was looking for you.

They told me to find some guy about
to bust a blood vessel, and that'd be you.

- OK, what do you want?
- l got a letter here for you.

- From who?
- My father.

-Who's he?
- Here it is. Captain Winters.

Captain Chris Winters? The Skipper?

Mother used to always call him Christopher.
l'm Chris. That's how she told us apart.

So you're the Skipper's son.
Yeah, l can see it now. You look just like him.

- Thanks.
- If you're like your father, you're OK.

Dad always told me you were
a great help to him in winning the war.

We didn't do so bad.

- You know whaf's in this letter?
- No. But you know these doting fathers.

Your father tells me you've decided
to be a marine. Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- You had me fooled there for a minute.

L took you for an officer or something.

L was a captain at Culver
before they kicked me out.

Nobody cares what you were at Culver.

You're nothing but
a red-bottomed boot in the Marines.

You needn't expect any favours
just because your father is a friend of mine.

L'm glad you brought that up.

If one thing in my character stands out,
it's not asking or taking favours from anyone.

What do you mean, coming in here
this time of day, wandering loose?

My papers said to report
by reveille tomorrow, not today.

So l just dropped by
to make sure l had a reservation.

By the way, you don't happen to know
any good telephone numbers, do you?

We'll take that up at 5am tomorrow.

OK, sir. You're the boss.
Any time it"s convenient.

To the rear, march!

Halt!

( Big band swing music)

Hey, boy. (clears throat)

l beg your pardon,
but haven't we met someplace before?

Another zombie.

It's no use. There's five guys
to every dame in this burg.

Besides, you don't stand a chance
without one of those soldier suits.

Can you beat it? My last night of freedom,
and what am l doing with it?

A couple more of those,
and you won't have to worry.

Calling Major Wilson! Calling Major Wilson.

Calling Major Wilson.

- 1 beg your pardon. l am Chris Winters.
- Yes?

Major Wilson asked me to tell you
he's sorry, but he's been detained.

- Does that mean he's not coming?
- He wasn't sure, but he suggested I…

Thank you. That's awfully kind of you,
but l'II be quite all right. Good night.

You sure l couldn't take you home
or wherever you're going?

L'm afraid you wouldn't find a travelogue on
the Gobi Desert very exciting. Good night.

He wasn't sure he wouldn't make it. Besides,
it's a shame to rush off after l promised l'a.…

At least you might stay and have one drink.
It's swell out on the terrace.

Besides, you know how
these conferences are.

You can get awfully thirsty
on the Gobi Desert.

Good evening.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You seem to know a lot of people here.
- Yes, a few.

- Have you known Major Wilson long?
- Who®? Willie?

Willie?

Sure. That's what we used to call him
in school - Willie Wilson. Great guy.

- Were you at school with Willie?
- We used to room together.

Didn't he ever mention me?

You're not that football player who was
voted the most popular man in the school?

No. That was ol' Joe Bates.
Hockey's my game. Ice hockey. Much faster.

L was the boy voted most likely to succeed.

L can understand that.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

- This is Ensign Thomas.
- How do you do?

- Hello.
- May l finish this?

Hey, son. Come outside a minute.
l want to talk to you.

-1'm afraid this is mine.
-Butl.…

It's all right. But l'Il be back. Thank you.

- This is like old home week around here.
- Yes, isn't it?

You seem to know everyone but me.

- Excuse me. Âre you Mr Winters?
-Yes.

Major Wilson called.

He'd like to know if you and the young lady
will join him at the US Grant Hotel.

- The US Grant?
- Thank you.

- Well?
- No, l couldn't think..….

Nonsense. We can't just leave
Willie down there by himself.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

- Good evening.
- Lieutenant.

Evening, Major Wilson.

Let's go out by the terrace. It's shorter.

- Looking for someone?
-Yes.

- How do you do?
- How are you, sir?

( Mexican music)

My, how the US Grant
seems to have changed.

You!'Il like it better.
It's wonderful. Gay, lot of laughs.

- You must come here often.
- l've never been here before.

You haven't by any chance
forgotten about Willie?

He kept us waiting, didn't he?

- What did l tell you? Isn't it great?
- Yes. She's wonderful.

- Don't tell me you have a jealous nature.
- l'm consumed with jealousy. And suspicion.

- D'you ever try tequila for that?
- Tequila?

Yeah. That's Mexican for "zombie"”.

L think l'Il stick to dancing.

- Shall we?
- You took the words right out of my mouth.

- Let's leave.
- And go where?

L haven't the faintest idea.

For someone who hasn't the faintest idea
where he's going, you have great instinct.

(woman) Now stop that! After all,
l've never even been out with you before!

L must have been crazy falling for that line.
l'm not that kind of a girl.

You can't just pick me up
and bring me to a place like this.

L don't know anything about you.
You don't know anything about me.

You don't even know my name.
Take me back to that dance.

- Honey, l...
- No. Stop, please!

Leave me alone! Please! Please!

- Take me home.
- Just one more kiss.

L mean it. Get me out of here.

-Not now.
- Now. Right this minute.

- Good night and goodbye.
- Goodbye? l'm not going anywhere.

-But l am.
- Wait. When am l gonna see you again?

Never. Once is enough.

- Mary.
- Uncle Bill.

- L was never so glad to see anyone.
- Why? What happened to you?

Nothing, thank heaven.

L just went out for a ride
with your old roommate.

My old what?

It's OK, Major. It's a long story.

Phew.

Maybe l should be psychoanalysed.

(7 bugle plays reveille)

- Morning, Roberts.
- You're up early.

L'm expecting a guest.

Don't tell me Cagney's coming
to glorify the Marines again.

No. Just another red-bottomed boot
1 told to be here at five o'clock or l'd…

Morning, Sarge.

- Follow me.
- Yes, sir.

AIl right, men, come to attention.

Stand up straight. Put your heels together.
You're gonna move in that direction.

Face your right.

That's not your right.
You down there, turn around.

Forward march.

Try to keep some sort of step.

- You're not gonna give me a marine haircut?
- What about it?

Stick to regulations.

Hey! Take it easy.

To the right, march!

One, two, hep.

One, two, hep.

Hep. Hep. Hep.

One, two, hep.

Hep. One, two.

What do they want me to do with this?
l can*t sew.

L haven't sat down since l got here.

- This is a standing army, you lug.
- Oh, yeah?

Attention!

At ease. This platoon starts
its instructions tomorrow.

You have been sent here for training.

If any of you have your tongue in your cheek,

feeling that your talents and noncombat
activities will remove you from harm's way,

get it out of your heads.

There's no such animal as
a noncombatant in the Marine Corps.

Our methods of training may not
be to your liking. Intentionally so.

But however unpleasant they are,
they bring results,

because so far, in 166 years of Marine Corps
history, there's no record of failure.

Officially, you are men
and will be treated as such.

There's no place for personalities here.

You will adjust yourselves
to conditions as you find them.

You will learn to do what you are told,
whether you like the manner of telling or not.

To those of you who have always lived
at home, this will be a big change.

If you start feeling sorry for yourselves,
you're licked.

Get up confident in your ability
to take care of your share of trouble.

Stay out of sick bay with
minor or imaginary ailments,

because the Marine Corps
doesn't run to the navy for pampering.

If you don't weaken, you will leave
this training centre after eight weeks

with a self-confidence that will stand you
in good stead all your lives. Remember that.

AIl right. Come to attention.

- Nice permanent, son.
- Thank you, sir.

- We'll take the curl out of it.
- Yes, sir.

Put that junk in that corner over there
so it can be shipped home.

The pretty pictures, too, sir?

L've seen plenty of fresh, young squirts
like you, but it's a funny thing -

after a few days here, all that
schoolgirlishness runs right out of them.

- Maybe it's the hot sun or maybe it's me.
- Well...

You better get one thing straight.
My job here is to make a marine out of you.

If l can't do it, l'Il run you outta here
so fast you won't know what hit you.

Hello, Sarge.

What? Are you back again?

Listen, l want you to take
a good look at this ugly gorilla,

because you're gonna see a lot of him.

His name is Okay Jones.

He's already served two hitches.
l hoped we were rid of him the last time.

Now, l want to warn you.
Don't lend him any money.

And if you've got any dames you're particular
about, you better lock up 'em below.

Now, above all, don't gamble with him.

That's all. Carry on.

(chattering)

Hey, Sarge.

Look, you want l should take care of Winters?

No. l'Il take care of him myself. l don't wanna
catch you shooting dice with these boys.

Not me, Sarge. l've sworn off.

- Of course, if that wise guy gets any ideas…
- He got any dough?

That's one trouble with him.

Thanks, Sarge.

(7 band plays slow march)

This is killing me. It's murder.

You can say that again, brother.

It's a cinch. Second nature to me.

Dent, get in tempo.
Keep your eyes on the instructor.

Yes, sir.

Hep. Hep.

Platoon, halt. Order arms.

Dress right. Dress.

Come on. Snap into it.

Ready. Front.

Right shoulder arms.

Heads up. Eyes straight to the front.

Straighten up that piece, Roberts.

Hold up that chin, Dent.
Pull down on that butt.

If you can't keep that hat on, l'Il put a string
under your chin like your grandmother wore.

Is that the way you're supposed to stand?
Are you tired?

No, sir.

Get that smile off your face, Winters.

Port arms.

L said very distinctly
“port arms” not "forward march".

(Dent) Yes, sir.

(officer) Left flank.

L want all you men to watch this platoon.

They've only been at it
a few weeks longer than you have.

(officer) Fourth squad, hep.
Third squad, hep.

Second squad, hep. First squad, hep.

Fourth squad, hep. Third squad, hep.

Second squad, hep. First squad, hep.

Hep. Marching manual. Pull.

Right flank. Pull.

You've got a lot to learn,

so any of you men who expect
to make sea school better snap into it.

Right shoulder arms.

Left shoulder arms. Get those pieces.

Port arms.

Inspection arms.

It's ragged. It sounds like a machine gun.

Don't you know that cutoff
is supposed to be down?

Keep your eyes in the front, Winters.
Watch me.

Port arms.

Left shoulder arms.

Right shoulder arms.

Port arms.

Present arms.

Port arms. Inspection arms.

Order arms.

See if you can get it right.
Inspection arms.

That's better, Dent.

- You're pretty good, aren't you?
- Yes, sir. Very good.

Port arms!

Right shoulder arms.

You are moving into tents today,
so pick yourselves a wife.

Platoon, dismissed.

- Plenty cold here in the winter, too.
- You can say that again, brother.

(Dent) Order! Halt!

Come on, Dent, get in there!
What do you think this is, a butterfly dance?

- Hey!
- Oh, l'm sorry.

Nothing personal. I. was just practising.

For a moment there, l thought
Sergeant Smith had been giving you ideas.

Say, what's wrong with me anyway?

- L don't know. Where do you hurt?
- l mean, why can't l ever do anything right?

Give yourself time.

Doesn't seem to make
any difference how hard l try.

L'm always getting things balled up.
Look what happened in the rifle range.

L was great, 100 per cent.

Didn't hit it once.

- Maybe you're letting Smith get you down.
- No, that's not it.

L've always been like this -
all feet and a yard wide.

This being a marine means a lot to you,
doesn't it?

Does it? Why, l'd rather be
a sea marine than… than…

Ever since l can remember,
l've been looking forward to it.

Say, Dent, how'd you like to bunk with me?

- What?
- Maybe l could give you a few pointers.

Gee. That'd be swell.

But they've already put Joe Sutton in here.
You've got Okay Jones.

- Never mind. l'Il fix that.
- Wait a minute. You'd better not.

- Sorry, Sutton, you're moving.
- What?

Orders from Washington.

The only reason that Smith is riding you
is because he can't ride me.

But even he knows you'll make
a better leatherneck than the rest of us.

Oh, tell that to the marines.

Next time you're out on that range,
be sure your sling is tight.

Get a good grip on the ground
and dig your feet in. Watch your windage.

And remember, your rifle is just like a jealous
woman - you gotta hold them and squeeze.

What do you say?

L guess maybe with you around
to ride herd on me, l'II make the grade.

Sure. And maybe with you around, l'Il make
the grade myself. Come on, let's try it.

Uh-oh.

- Here you are.
- One Hershey bar with nuts.

Sarge, hold this for me, will ya?

L beg your pardon. My name's Chris Winters.

- Remember me?
- What are you doing here?

Me? l'm still looking out for Willie's interests.

OK, so l'm a fresh-caught boot.
What are you doing here?

Why, l'm just out getting a breath of fresh air.

L hear there's a swell batch of it
down by the bay.

- Not for us.
- Don't be that way. Let's go.

- Sergeant?
- Yes, ma'am.

Explain to Private Winters that, as a navy
nurse, l hold rank equivalent to a lieutenant,

and that l should be addressed
like a commissioned officer.

A lieutenant?

And that he should state his business
as briefly as possible.

L'IHimpress it on him
so there'll be no misunderstanding.

Thank you. Good night.

- Say, what is this, a gag?
- You heard her.

- À woman lieutenant?
- Same thing, in the Nurse Corps.

- She's stationed here?
-In the dispensary.

Well, l'I be. Thanks, Sar…

- Wait a minute.
- l'm only gonna apologise.

- That's not necessary.
-In à perfectly military manner.

You know the regulations. She isn't
allowed to associate with enlisted men.

Wouldn't by any chance be
what's holding you back, would it?

That's where we differ.
l rush in where sergeants fear to tread.

Have a bite, Sarge?

Oh!

Take it easy, now.

Winters.

Don't lift him. Let him lie flat.

Chris!

My right leg.

- (Mary) Better get him to sick bay, Sergeant.
- (Dixie) Call the ambulance.

Now don't move. Hold it steady.

Ooh.

Ouch!

- Let the doctor see those when they're ready.
- Right.

- Are you comfortable?
- Yes, sir. l mean, yes, Lieutenant.

- Just say "Yes, miss.”
- Yes, ma'am.

L think l'd feel better
if l could sit up for a moment.

Let me help you.

- Do you still feel dizzy?
-Yeah.

Everything's going around and around.

Perhaps if l could hold on to you.

That's better.

L'm sorry about the other night.
l don't know what came over me.

L don't want you to think
l'm always like that, pulling cheap tricks.

- Does it still hurt here?
- Hm?

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ouch. Yes.

- And all down the left leg?
-Uh.….

Yes. From the knee down.

You can't imagine what l've been through,

thinking about you all the time
and not even knowing your name.

It's Mary Carter.
Now l think you'd better lie down.

You're not serious about those regulations?
About officers and enlisted men?

L'm afraid it's a navy matter.

That's a lot of bunk.

Ooh! Ooh.

They can't expect me to hang around here
and not even see you. Especially after…

l think you'd better relax.

Well...

- You're not gonna leave me?
- Not while you're in this condition.

L'IL be right back.

- How is he?
-1 think he'Il recover.

-L can't find a thing.
- There isn't anything wrong with him.

- What?
- There isn't a sign of a bruise on him.

First he said his right leg hurt,
then his left. Now it's just shock.

- The lying young squirt…
-lt's all right.

The moment he sees me, a crazy impulse
seizes him and he's not himself.

- L'ILkick him humpbacked.
-lt's all right.

L don't think we'd better take chances.
Perhaps a good night's sleep here,

where we can keep an eye on him
and see that he's kept nice and warm.

This ought to take care of that.
Don't you think, Sergeant?

Mustard plaster, huh? Any objection if
l stick around just in case he gets violent?

L think that's a very good idea. No telling
what complications might set in by morning.

(Chris groans)

- What's the verdict?
-We can't tell definitely until morning.

- Does that mean l'II have to stay all night?
-l'm afraid so.

And are you gonna be here with me?

- If you'd like me to.
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

Can you sit up while l rub this ointment
on your shoulders and chest?

L can try.

Ooh. Ouch!

Ouch!

Ooh!

- Does that feel nice?
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

- Cool and soothing, isn't it?
-It's wonderful.

(sighs)

- Would you like some more?
- Please.

- You tell me where.
- AIl up over the shoulders.

Ooh! Ouch!

- Does that hurt?
-Yes.

- Maybe l'd better put some tape on it.
- 1 think you'd better.

Gee. This feels swell.

L've ordered temporary splints
for your legs in case of fractures.

- You're sweet.
- 1 hope you feel the same way tomorrow.

L will.

Phew. It's hot in here.

Nurse! Nurse!

Help! Nurse!

Nurse! Nurse!

Did you call?

- Get me outta here, quick!
- Just lie still.

- Lie still? It's killing me. Get me out!
- You'll only do yourself harm.

L don't care! l'm burning up!

- Here. Take this drink of water.
-| don't want a drink of water!

L'm dying! Get it off of me, will ya?

Try to lie still, and maybe you'll go to sleep.

Will you get this tape off of me?
It's killing me!

- L'IL get you some aspirin.
- l don't want an aspirin.

Help! Help!

-Is he worse?
- Delirious.

L'm not! l'm burning up!
Get me outta here, will ya?

-L'I help you.
-Oh!

L'IL be right outside in case you need help.

(Dixie laughing)

Go on, laugh, you big hyena.

If you only knew what this was doing to me.
Please get it off. Will you please get it off?

- Do you think you've had enough now?
- Yes, please. Get me out of this, please.

Ouch.

Faster, will you?

Ouch!

- Why don't you use alcohol?
- This is much quicker.

Never mind. l'II do it myself.
Look at me. l'm branded.

Oh!

Ouch!

A perfect V. That's for "victory".

You can get dressed now
and go back to your barracks.

Thanks.

- (knock on door)
- Come in.

Well, Chief, the fire's out.

L know it was mean, but l couldn't resist it.

That's all right. It was quite an experience.
Besides, it worked, didn't it?

- What worked?
- My getting to see you.

-Is that so important to you?
- Any time l impersonate a hot dog.…

- With plenty of mustard.
- You know it's important.

- Stay away from me.
- l like you better with your hair down.

- It's against regulations.
- It was for Grant to drink whisky.

- And he lost a lot of battles on that account.
- Sure, but he won the war.

- Get out before I…
- Knowing how you feel about me?

After all, l'm delirious. Out of my head.

(knock on door)

Yes?

Hello, Uncle Bill.

L understand you were
shaken up by an automobile.

- Yes, sir.
- Say, that's a pretty ugly cut on your lip.

- You better take care of it.
- Yes, sir.

Like l'm telling you,
l got the whole thing all figured out.

A thousand guys getting 30 bucks a month.
That ain*t….

That ain't chicken feed, baby.

OK. Say l take just a fourth of them
for half that amount every payday.

That's 3,750 bucks a month.
Why, inside of four years….

Sure, you got it all figured out swell.

One more hitch, and you'II be a millionaire.
You said that the last two times.

- L gotta soften 'em up first, don't 1?
- And me, giving up the navy for you.

Baby, l wanna talk to you about something.

(men wolf-whistie and dog barks)

- Sonny Boy!
- Never mind, lady. l'IL get him for you.

- Hey, come here!
- Hey, hey, hey!

(barking)

Chris!

But, darling!

Aren't you going to kiss me?

(Chris) S-Sister, what in the world
are you doing here?

- Sister?
- That's what all the fellas here call their…

- Their dames?
-Yeah.

Here he is, ma'am.

But you let him get all wet.

L mean, you're sweet.
But really you are, terribly sweet.

- Would you hold him till we get in the car?
- Sure.

- Did you say till we get in the car?
- Of course.

You're having dinner with Uncle Bob and me.

Sorry. We're not allowed
off the base for seven weeks.

Silly. Don't you think l knew that?

Mister? Will you
come here a moment, please?

- You're an officer, aren't you?
- À sergeant.

Would you say that a pass signed
by General Gordon himself is good?

Lady, any pass signed by the CO
is OK with me any day.

- You see?
- l just remembered, l have to clean my rifle.

- Forget it.
-It's awfully greasy.

Have yourself some fun while you can.
The rifle can wait.

Thank you, Sergeant.
l'Il see that he's not too late.

You see?

Hey, lady. Don't forget Sonny Boy.

Thank you.
Darling, you don't mind holding him.

L know he's dripping wet,
but water can't hurt you.

And l do hate tracks
all over the upholstery, but really l do.

(Chris whispers) Mary!

Mary!

(pebble hits window)

l can't make it tonight, Jim.
l have to go on duty.

Oh!

- Mary.
- Do you want to break a window?

Mary.

L'm sorry l'm late.

If you think l've been waiting, you're crazy.

-1 tried my best to get back in time, but…
- Your sister wouldn't let you.

We talked about a job
l was offered in Washington.

Yes, l'm sure you did.

- Aren't you interested in hearing about it?
- Why should l be?

L thought you'd help me decide what to do.

L'm sorry, but l'm afraid
my advice isn't worth much.

- It's a desk job.
- Really?

- You know, good pay, shorter hours.
- It sounds overwhelming.

No more sneaking around in the dark,
chucking rocks at windows.

Then by all means you should take it.

You don't think the Marine Corps
would be mad if l quit?

L think they'd be delighted
to get rid of a fresh….

- You say the sweetest things to me.
-l've got to go in.

Not until l tell you how crazy l am about you.
l thought you liked me, too.

After all, you made me
a mustard plaster, didn't you?

You don't want me to go, do you?

Don't get the idiotic idea that l was jealous.

No, of course not.

You…

Why don't you stay away from me, please?

L bet l'm the first leatherneck in history
that ever kissed a lieutenant.

Hep, hep.

One, two. To the rear… march!

Hep. To the rear, march!

One, two, three, four. Hep, hep.

Get those chins up, chests out.

Hep. The guard is right.

Hep, hep.

Suck it in, Adams.

What do you think you're doing, Sutton,
the rumba? Put your mind on your work.

Hep. Hep, hep.

One, two. Halt.

Left face. Order arms.

Just between us, Dent, who ever let you in the
Marines? He must have been a close friend.

Yes, sir.

What's the matter with you?
Didn't you get enough sleep?

- Who, me?
- You heard me.

-Yeah.
- Sir!

Yes, sir.

You'd think he'd get tired
of hearing himself talk.

- What's that, Winters?
- Nothing, sir. l was just thinking out loud.

Let's not have any secrets around here.
Speak up.

L suggest if you stop trying to scare the pants
off of Dent, perhaps he might do better.

The captain from Culver
doesn't like the way l run this outfit.

L wouldn't go so far as to say that.
As l was telling General Gordon.….

Pardon me. You were telling who?

General Gordon. The CO?
We were yachting together.

That's very interesting.

- L'm sure you can be a great help to us here.
- Thank you, sir.

It might be a good idea for you to take over.
Put some of your theories into practice.

- Very well, Sergeant. l'd be glad to.
- Carry on, Captain.

Do you mind?

Hall, step up to the front rank.

Right shoulder arms!

Left face!

Forward march!

One, two, three, four.

Get those pieces straight in there.
Straighten up that piece.

Chin up.

Experimenting?

Just trying to find out if it's true
about putting salt on the bird's tail, sir.

- Winters?
- Yes, sir.

- Let me know the answer.
- Very well, sir.

(Winters giving orders and men laughing)

- How do you like that jerk up there?
- Cap, is this the way they do it at Culver?

(laughing)

The idea of Sergeant Smith
thinking he could drill us.

He hasn't been at it
hardly more than about 20 years.

- Hey, brother. Isn't he firm-looking?
- He certainly is.

He scares the pants off me just to look at him.

- Fellas, why don't you cut the clownin'?
- Why? Ain't l doin' good?

Come on, you guys, let's give him
"The Volga Boatmen". Come on!

(men mumble
“The Song of the Volga Boatmen“)

Left march!

Platoon, attention!

Right shoulder arms!

Forward march!

One, two, three, four.

Column halfway, march!

First squad, rear march.

Second squad, rear march.

Third squad, rear march.

Fourth squad, rear march.

First squad, rear march.

Second squad, rear march.

Third squad, rear march.

Fourth squad, rear march.

Marching manual arms.

To the rear march.
To the rear march.

Platoon, halt.

Order arms.

Dress left. Dress!

Dress left down there.

Keep your chins up
and dress up that end down there.

Ready front.

- Take your place in ranks.
- Yes, sir.

-Is this your idea of handling men?
- Under certain circumstances, yes, sir.

Someday you're apt
to get your block knocked off.

L was captain of
the boxing team at Culver, too.

L've often wondered how Culver
managed to survive after you left.

Men, your recruit training
is drawing to a close.

L've been watching you, and tomorrow
l'Il recommend certain of you for sea school.

Blues will be issued to those chosen, and
you'll parade in them Friday before the CO.

L don't want you men
who are not selected to be disappointed.

You'll find that your opportunities for service
are not confined to sea duty,

and that your jobs are important,
wherever you're assigned.

So, always remember,

wherever you are and whatever you do,
you are all United States marines.

@ “The Marines' Hymn")

Platoon, right.… hut!

Forward, hut!

Platoon, halt.

Order arms.

The men who have been selected for
sea school are present and accounted for, sir.

- Private Winters.
- l congratulate you.

Thank you, sir.

- Private Burke.
- l congratulate you.

Thank you, sir.

- Goodbye, Wyoming.
- Let me see you keep those decks clean.

Show that bunch at Camp Elliott
what a real leatherneck is like.

Come on. l'Il walk down to the truck with you.

Well...

Keep the salt out of your eyes.

Reckon somebody else'Il
be moving into the tent now.

- Maybe.
- Thank you for what you tried to do for me.

- Forget it.
-It was my fault. l couldn't make the grade.

You'll make it yet, without Dixie Smith.

They can't keep a guy like me down forever.

Remember what l told you.
Keep your sling tight and dig those feet in.

You said it -
“Hold 'em and squeeze 'em, Dent."

There goes a swell little guy.

You can say that again, brother.

You look as if you'd lost your last friend.

- Maybe l have.
- Johnny Dent?

They kicked him out of here today.

Is this Mr Chris Winters speaking?

The hard-boiled Mr Winters who thought the
sea school was just a high-school fraternity?

Yeah, sure.
And as far as l'm concerned, it still is.

It's just the dirty way they rode him out
of here, broke his heart, that burns me up.

That's not true, Winters, and you know it.
l gave him every chance in the world.

Sure, if that's what you call bellowing at him,
making his life miserable, driving him crazy.

Chris!

Especially after all that talk l've heard
about tradition, the esprit de corps.

That kid had more inside him
than you and all of us put together.

- Sure, he did.
- Then why did you keep hounding him?

- You know what sea school meant to him.
- l don't have to explain to you.

It's time you got it through your skull that
this corps is run on ability, not sentiment.

That goes for you, too, even if l have to put up
with a lot from you because of your father.

- You leave my father out of this.
- Chris!

You can't hit me. You'II get in real trouble.

Trouble or no trouble, l've had enough of
this place and l've had enough of you, too!

- Stop it. Don't be a fool.
- 1 know what l'm doing.

Stop it, Chris! They can court-martial you!

Attention!

- What's your name?
- Private Winters, sir.

- Couple of you men take him to the brig.
- Yes, sir.

AIl right, get going.

Attention!

AIl right, Winters. Come here.

- What time does the prison train leave?
- Report back to your outfit.

- Does that mean l'm not under arrest?
- You heard your orders. Get going.

L must have had this figured out all wrong.

Maybe they give you medals
for socking sergeants.

Good morning, gentlemen.
Itis morning, isn't it?

L'd lay off of that fresh stuff if l was you,
after what you just pulled on Dixie Smith.

- Oh, that.
- À guy with a record like his.

25 years in the same ouffit.

He's the best top kick in the business.
He's got medals down to here.

What is this, a lynching?

Imagine a swell guy like Dixie
taking the rap for a character like this.

- What do you mean, rap?
- The sarge is gonna be busted.

- Busted?
- He told 'em he hit you first.

Now wait a minute. He told 'em what?

- Yes?
- Private Winters asks to speak to the major.

-Is he there now?
-Yes.

Very well. Send him in.

The major will see you.

- Yes, Winters?
- Sergeant Smith told you he struck me first.

That's not true. He only grabbed my arms
and tried to hold me off.

That's odd.
Smith told me it was the other way around.

L know. But your niece saw it.
She'll tell you what happened.

You realise that this may mean
prison and dishonourable discharge?

Yes, sir.

Orderly!

Ask Miss Carter in the dispensary
to come to my office at once.

- Take a seat over there, Winters.
- Yes, sir.

You saw the fight between
Sergeant Smith and Private Winters?

- Yes, sir.
- Which one struck the first blow?

Sergeant Smith.

But he didn't. You know he didn't.

Winters was only defending himself.

Mary, tell him the truth.
It's all right. l want you to.

-1 have told him the truth.
- You haven*t.

- You're Chris Winters' son, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

- He and Sergeant Smith served in France?
- Yes. But that has nothing…

l understand. That's what
we'd expect from Chris Winters' son.

- But, sir, l'm trying to…
- That's all. You may go. Thank you.

- But.….
- That's all.

Yes, sir.

It was swell of you to lie for me like…

l didn't lie for you. l said that only because
l promised Sergeant Smith l would.

What?

And you needn't think he did it for you either.
It was for your father.

L don't want any of his favours.

If you had any sense,
you'd realise he's the only friend you have.

Does that go for you, too?

( Big band plays "Chattanooga Choo Choo“)

- What did you want to come here for?
- Because they expect me not to.

L don't understand. What does it matter
what they think? You'II be out of here soon.

It matters to me. And smile, will ya?
We're having a wonderful time.

- Babe, you know what l've been thinkin'?
-Yeah.

(British accent) So sorry.
Deucedly clumsy of me, old boy. Eh, what?

Do l have to get knocked down just so you
can prove you don't care what they think?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Chris? Why don't you do
what you know you want to do?

You've got your weekend pass.
We can go to the hotel and call Uncle Bob.

He'Il have your transfer
arranged for by Monday.

Darling, we could have
such a wonderful time.

- They've seen me now. Let's go.
- Do you mean it?

- But positively.
- Come on.

(siren)

- Chris, what is it?
- How do l know? Maybe there's a fire.

-It's all right. He has a pass.
- Sorry. AIl leaves are cancelled.

Hear that siren? Manoeuvres are starting.

-It's a fine time to start war games.
- This has been signed by General Gordon.

It doesn't make any difference now, lady.

- Five minutes sooner, we'd have made it.
- Wait.

Couldn't you just turn your back
for a minute? No one would ever know.

Make it snappy. Report to your sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Have everything arranged
by the time l get back.

- You won't change your mind?
- Not this time.

Good night, St Peter.

(explosions)

Come on, you men.
Lend a hand with the ammunition.

Stand by to load. Control….

Oh boy, oh boy. This is the life.

L thought they said
it was tough on a battleship.

This is a pleasure.
l'Il take this to drilling any time in the week.

Ring that bell over there, will ya? Have them
send me up a bottle of beer, right off the ice.

L'm busy resting. Gin.

Where are you going? Got a date?

Yeah. So have you.

Get on your feet, men.
The skipper has invited all of us to a party.

(man) Party?

Slip into old clothes and button up warm.
We're being transferred to a minesweeper.

- Minesweeper? Tonight?
- That's right. Target repair.

- Target repair? That's murder.
- That's the dirtiest job in the navy.

Nonsense. AIl you gotta do
is sit in a boat and let them shoot at ya.

Come on, men. Snap into it.

- Stand by to commence firing.
- Stand by to commence firing.

- There they go.
- Stand by, men.

- Cease firing.
- Cease firing. Cease firing.

Bear a hand. Only got 30 minutes to repair
those targets before they open fire again.

Aye aye, sir.

(man) You got 26 minutes.

Bear a hand, men.
We gotta shove off. Get aboard.

Get going, you guys.

Come on, fellas. Let's go.

Coming down.

It's been close to 30 minutes already.

Come on, let's get outta here.

- Stand by to commence firing.
- Stand by to commence firing.

- We just made it.
- You can say that again.

Where's Smith?

Why, he's right…

- Come on, fellas.
- Stand fast.

- We can get him, sir.
- You can't leave him out there like that.

(officer) Get a message through
to the flagship to cease firing.

- Tell 'em to cease firing. Man on target.
- Holy smoke!

Cease firing. Cease firing.

Hey! On the Widgeon!

- There he is!
-1 can see Dixie.

Stand by to heave him a line.

- They can't kill you old-timers.
- That's right. We just fade away.

Go to bed.
l'ILtell them you need a special diet.

Steak, medium, and plenty of blonde nursing.

L'IL pick her out myself.

Well, they tell me you're gonna live.
Sorry to hear it.

Rumour says you could have prevented it.

Not while l was in your debt.

-Is that why you did it?
- Sure. What other reason would l have?

Then l suppose there's
no point in saying thanks.

On the contrary. Now l can get out
of here with a clear conscience.

- You're getting out of the Marines?
- With alacrity.

L'm going to Washington and sit at a big desk
with a highball in one hand,

and think of you guys moiling and toiling
your life away in some tropical paradise.

Maybe that's a good idea,
Winters, and l'Il tell you why.

You've got everything it takes to make
a good marine: courage, ability, stamina.….

- Never mind the valentine.
- Everything but this.

Heart, spirit, the feeling of the corps.

The thing that makes a marine different
from any other fighting man.

And without that, you'II never
make a leatherneck in a million years.

For the first time, we're even.

L haven*t got what the Marines want,
and they haven't got what l want.

Maybe what you and l needed was a war,

so we could look forward to something
pleasant happening to one another.

L had you pretty well sized up from the first.

L told you l'd either make a marine
out of you or l'd drive you out.

L kept my promise. Now get outta here.

By the way, when l get to Washington,
l'm gonna do some checking up.

L wanna know why they missed that target.

Chris. Chris, l just heard what you did.

-It was wonderful.
- Wonderful?

It's the sort of thing that marines do
that makes the corps what it is.

If you're trying to make me out a hero,
forget it.

- They said you risked your life….
-1know.

-L just don't wanna owe that guy anything.
- Chris.

L tried to make it clear when l got here
l don't want favours from anybody.

-L just came to remind him and say goodbye.
- Goodbye?

Remember that job l was telling you about
in Washington? l'm taking it.

-L don't believe it.
- l've looked at it from every angle.

People will say l quit, that l couldn't take it.

Maybe they're right and l'm wrong.
l'm not blaming anyone.

Say l'm a misfit,
a rugged individualist, anything.

They don't speak my language around here,
and l don't speak theirs.

But, Chris, you can't just walk out like that.

Yes, l can. l'd have quit long ago
if it hadn't been for just one thing. You.

Listen, Mary, l know this
all started off as a wild flirtation,

but you mean everything to me now.

L could leave this place without
an ounce of regret, but l can't leave you.

Come with me. Marry me.

L've wanted you to say that,
Chris, for a long time.

L even practised what l was going to say
when you asked me. If you asked me.

- You don't have to say anything. Come on.
-No.

What l wanted to say
doesn't mean anything now.

If l went with you, l'd be just a misfit, too.

Goodbye, Chris. Good luck.

Get a load of the MP.

Hey, Johnny!

How are ya?

Are you practising to be a cop in Chugwater?

- Remember me?
- Chris!

-1heard you pulled Smith out of the lake.
- Forget it, mistaken identity.

Don't let him kid you, Johnny.
He's just being modest.

Supposing they give you a medal,
what'IL you do with it?

- What do you think?
- (woman) Chris!

Chris!

- Excuse me a minute, fellas.
- Come on, tell me all about it.

-It's all fixed. Everything.
- They say when l could leave?

- Right now. As soon as you get them signed.
- Good.

L'Il get some civvies.
You see about the tickets.

- But, darling, l already have.
- You think of everything, don't you?

1 try to.

Dad. What are you doing here?

L thought l caught a faint scent of gunpowder,
and l wanted to make sure.

- L'm sorry l wasn't here.
- That's all right.

- It gave me a chance to say hello to Dixie.
-Oh.

- L gather he thinks pretty highly of you.
-Of me?

He told me you'd had your little run-ins, but
l knew you would when l sent you down here.

- There's something l want to tell you.
- 1 know all about it, and l'm proud of you.

For 25 years l've been in debt to that man.
l had to wait for you to repay him.

What do you mean?

- L've never told you about Dixie, have I?
-No.

L wanted you to find out for yourself, but now
it won't do any harm for you to hear the story.

Thanks, son. When l first got in the Marines in
the last war, l was a pretty fresh young officer.

L thought l knew everything, just as
l imagine you did when you first came here.

L suppose that's because
we both did so well at Culver.

We got to France
and we headed for the front line.

Dixie was my top sergeant.
To me, he was just another non-com.

L was giving the orders around there.

L wasn't listening
to Dixie Smith or anybody else.

Then one day they sent us out
to capture an important salient.

L lost my head completely.
The plain truth is l was scared stiff.

You're burning a hole in my blanket, Dad.

L'm sorry, son.
l never could handle those fool things.

For a while it looked like
we were all going to be wiped out.

AIl l could think of was to get back. Every
man for himself and devil take the hindmost.

1 yelled at Dixie, but he wouldn't budge.

L called him every name in the book. l
threatened to have him shot for disobedience.

He just looked at me and then
did the only thing left. He gave me his boot.

Yes, sir, right where the Allegheny
joins the Monongahela to form the Ohio.

That's why l'm limping today.

Then he issued a few quiet orders
and we held on.

We knocked over a half a dozen
machine-gun nests.

Got decorated, kissed by Marshal Foch,

and as gloriously drunk in Paris
as any two sailors you ever saw.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

It's not exactly the sort of a thing
a man likes to talk about before his children.

At least l won't have to go around explaining
any more how you got shot in the back.

L guess l'Il go over
and pay my respects to General Gordon.

Perhaps we could get
a little time together later.

You can tell me all about your plans.

Sure, Dad. That'Il be swell.

Did he go for it, Skipper?

L don't know. l did some pretty fast talking.
l only hope l didn't put it on too thick.

By the way, if the point ever comes up,
you saved me from being a coward.

L saved you from what?

L'm still limping from a kick you're
supposed to have given me in no-man's-land.

Well, l'Il be. That settles it.

- How about that crap game you promised?
- l'm getting out of this place for good.

How do you like that guy?
He's even got my old man working on me.

Nothing like travelling light.

But, darling, you don't expect me to run
about with nothing but a toothbrush, do you?

( Violin music)

(whines along to tune)

- He just adores good music.
- Maybe you oughta let him take lessons.

(announcer) We interrupt this programme
to bring you the following news.

Washington: Steve Early,
the president's secretary, has just released

information concerning the surprise
Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and Manila.

Indications are that the two squadrons
of Japanese bombers attacking at dawn

caused severe damage to naval units and air
forces in Honolulu, taking a heavy toll in lives.

Air assaults on
the American fleet are continuing.

For further reports, stay tuned
to the station to which you're listening.

- Why, the dirty yellow...
- But that can't be true.

L know. It's Orson Welles.

One hour after the move against America,

Ambassador Nomura and Special Envoy
Kurusu were in Secretary of State Huil's office

handing him the Japanese response
to President Roosevelt's offer.

( Band plays “The Marines' Hymn")

What's that?

Hey. That's y outfit.

What are you doing?

- Where are you going?
- To kiss those monkeys goodbye.

- Sarge, l'm here.
- Go on. Beat it.

- Look, l was only kidding.
- Get outta the way.

- This isn't just your war. l've as much…
- Beat it. Go sit in your swivel chair.

You're an ex-marine. l took
your transfer papers to General Gordon.

How did l know there'd be a war?
Dad can get the papers back.

- Not before we're gone.
-l'Il go without 'em.

You've got a fat chance of getting
on that boat without a uniform.

AIl right, if that's the situation.
Here. Hold this.

- You can't do that.
-| don't have to take orders.

L'macivilian. You said so yourself.

Wait a minute!

AII right, get back in there.
You men close in around him.

- Chris! Chris.
- Dad.

Go back to the base and
get those papers from General Gordon.

- Send them to Helene's uncle and tell him….
- l got'em right here.

- Good.
- God bless you, son. And give 'em hell.

L'Il send you a couple of Japs for Christmas.

- Get on up there. You're holding up the war.
- Yes, sir.

Keep your eyes up.

Up, l said. Higher.

Higher!

@ “The Marines' Hymn")

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