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Liz Eddington, pie-eyed.

- Where?
- Over there.

Happy, baby?

Yay!

Ohh!

Hell, I'm putting a stop to this.

Paul Eddington can take
care of his own wife.

No, just that the point, he can't.

He's at sea on gunnery practice.

Yeah!

Please play something
else, would you?

Why'd they stop?

Hey!

Come on. They've
had their show.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to.

It's a stuffy navy joint.

We better see that
she gets home.

I want one last dance.

We can't let...

She's with that officer.

What about her poor
husband doing his duty?

Eddington knows about Liz.

If he puts up with it,

that's his business.

I love you.

What?

I just said I love you.

Why?

Never mind.

If you've cooled down now,

I think we can go.

I'm not sure I want to go now.

You've got the duty in
the morning. Early.

Mm-hmm.

Lieutenant J.G. McConnel?

Yes, ma'am?

You've got to play

captain of your ship at 6 a.m.

Liz.

Hey! Come on in.

It's great!

Come on.

I'm awake, Leary.

Tell the exec to join me

in my sea cabin for breakfast.

Leary!

Oh.

Well, then, bacon
and eggs for me.

Aye, aye, sir.

Eddington.

Paul. Wake up.

In case it slipped your mind,

it's gunnery stations at 0830.

Why don't you write me up?

I don't because your record

already looks like a
bunch of pig tracks.

One more scratch,

and your career in
this navy is ended.

That's the way it ought to be.

I'm obsolescing like this old
straw-bottom cruiser of ours.

We both know what's eating you.

You can't wash it
out with booze.

What would you know about it?

I tried it one time.

You? The Rock of Ages?

I don't believe it.

Paul, you're forcing me

to throw my weight at you.

Fish or cut bait.

Get on your feet

or take your troubles elsewhere.

I got a ship to run.

I'll put in for a transfer.

You had one transfer already,

out of Naval Aviation.

You might not get
another chance.

I don't give a damn.

Well, that isn't...

what I wanted to hear you say.

I'm sorry, Rock.

OK...

if you can hold a
razor in that hand,

you might shave before
you come topside.

Aye, aye, Father Torrey.

You bum.

Hey, cut that out.

Take me home.

Come on. I need a bath.

Good morning, sir.

Boats, if the captain
were boarding,

you wouldn't be dressed
that way, would you?

I suspect not, sir.

Let's crawl into uniform.

You make us look like pirates.

Aye, aye, Mister McConnel.

Ah. Double run of 8 to 12.

Your crib.

Anything interesting?

I got a run of three.

The carriers pulled out Friday.

For where?

Scuttlebutt says south.

Lahaina Rose maybe.

Sir, I just got

that Hawaiian sea frontier
dispatch decoded.

Give it to our captain
Lieutenant J.G. McConnel.

More fun and games?

No.

"Destroyer Ward on
the in-shore patrol

dropped depth charges
on a submarine contact

inside the defensive
sea area."

Some poor Joe's got
it in the ringer now.

Attacking one of our own subs.

Better commence evasive
zigzag pattern, Commander.

Set extra lookouts.

Aye, aye, sir.

Morning, Captain.

Good morning,
Commander Eddington,

and how are you this fine day?

Ah, splendid. Thank you, sir.

What's the alert?

Picket destroyer Ward
dropped depth charges

on what they think is a sub

about 15 miles from here.

And another poor whale
lost its blubber.

We're just looking for
subs or planes, too?

Anything, son.

There's a large
formation of planes

orbiting north of
the island, sir.

They got the pilots up
early for exercises.

Strange place to rendezvous.

Why aren't they at Diamond Head?

There's a formation off
Diamond Head, too.

I don't like it, Paul.

Sound general quarters.

Make it no drill.

Yes, sir.

This is not a drill.

General quarters.
General quarters.

All hands, man your
battle stations.

On deck.

Attention to colors.

Carry on.

Bridge. Aye, aye.

Mister McConnel.

McConnel.

We're getting some
funny signals, Mac.

It sounds like plane-to-plane
chatter in Japanese.

My God, they're Japs.

What?

Japs.

My God, they're Japs!

Come on!

Come on.

Emergency sortie signal
from the yard tower.

Engine room? Bridge.

Light off all four boilers.

Make all preparations
for getting under way.

Report readiness status
in five minutes.

Cut in all burners!

Disengage checking gear!

Open guarding valves!

Split the electric rolls!

General quarters.
General quarters.

Man your battle stations.

Quoddy?

Aye, sir?

Can you take us out?

You call it.

You got to wait for the captain.

Screw him.

Ring up turns for 20 knots.

20 knots through the harbor?

You heard the man, son.

Cut the line.

Take her away, Mac.

She's got enough to move now.

Right 10 degrees rudder.

Steady up on 1-2-0.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's Captain Harding
and the exec.

How can we stop?

It'll take 20 minutes
at this speed.

Does anybody here see
anything back there?

If they does, Mister McConnel,

I'll guarantee you

they'll never see nothing again.

Let 'er rip, Mac.

Stop! Stop!

McConnel!

Advise me of any
further messages.

How many ships are answering

the emergency sortie signal?

Destroyer Cassiday
is moving, sir.

The Harkness...

the Ballard...

the cruisers Greely and Jackson.

The battleships, man.

None, sir.

Out of nine battleships?

None, sir.

Lookout reports tin can
breaking out, sir.

Paul...

signal all ships coming out

to form up with us.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, that can't be all.

That's all Captain
Torrey reports.

Three light cruisers
and eight destroyers

grouped with Captain
Torrey's heavy cruiser.

None is equipped with radar.

12 bat-blind ships.

Well, gentlemen, your opinions.

We must position them to
repel an invasion, sir.

You mean wait,
Admiral Broderick.

We have no choice, sir.

Wait.

Seek out and destroy

if at all possible, sir.

What can 12 ships do

against the task force
the Japs have mounted?

That would be a futile gesture.

It could give us time

to bring our carriers
within range.

What if Torrey can't
contact the Jap fleet?

Suppose they slip by him?

He has no radar,
one scout plane.

The risk is too great,

leaving our shores unprotected.

I repeat, sir, we must wait.

Thank you, Admiral Broderick.

Order Captain Torrey to assume
command of his task group

and to seek out and engage
the enemy if possible.

All your personal
problems resolved?

Well, let's say they're, uh...

cut down to size.

Dispatch has come in

from fleet operations, sir.

Burke?

From CINCPAC.

"Japanese believed retiring

toward Jaluit for refueling.

Proceed to latitude 18 north,

longitude 162 west.

Seek out and engage the enemy.

Godspeed."

Well!

Well.

Have all ships
report usable fuel.

Break radio silence.

Ask CINCPAC for a
tanker rendezvous

at first light tomorrow,

after you figure our
projected position.

Aye, aye, sir.

We'll play hell getting a tanker

out of Pearl.

If we don't, we'll
be sucking air

instead of oil by
midnight tomorrow.

Sir, the starboard
lookout has a ship

on the bow.

A tanker he thinks, sir.

She's riding high.

She's empty.

Yeah. She's going home,

if a sub doesn't get her.

The rate we're burning fuel,

we'll have to return
home inside of 10 hours.

We could reduce speed.

And crawl at 10 knots?

We'd never find any Japs.

If we were to cease
zigzagging...

that'd be an invitation

to enemy submarines.

There might be subs out there,

and there might not be.

Whether there are or
aren't subs out there,

if we steer a straight course,

we could add another six hours

to our steaming time.

Resume our base course.

Straighten us out,
Commander Burke.

Aye, aye, sir.

Rock, you just threw
the book away.

How long will Torrey
keep pushing?

There isn't enough fuel

to hold the keel down.

If I know him,

he'll run the rope out.

Where do you know him?

The academy. He instructed
there for three years.

We called him "The Rock."

He's all navy and
nothing but navy.

I don't think he ever
left the campus...

like it was a ship.

Sonar contact, sir, bearing 020.

Range 2,000 and closing.

Make turns for 20 knots.

Set condition able.

Close all watertight doors.

Condition able. Close
watertight doors.

Keep those bearings
and ranges coming.

Range 1,800, closing.

Cline, you on the recorder?

You know it, buddy.

Signal flagship we're about
to attack sonar contact.

Cassiday reports
submarine contact.

Have all ships resume zigzag.

Aye, aye, sir.

015 it is, sir.

Stand by to roll depth charges.

Stern racks, roll 1.

Roll 2.

They're on it, sir.

Mac, they hit the cruiser.

Get a report from
Damage Control.

She's going dead in the water.

Damage control doesn't answer.

Neither does the engine room.

Shall I go below?

Send a messenger
with damage reports.

That arm's busted.

What's wrong, Griggs?

The door's jammed.

All together.

Get a message to Pearl.

Have taken two torpedoes.

Fill in our position.

Extent of damage unknown.

Will advise.

And break radio silence, sir?

Burke, don't you think

the Japanese know by
now where we are?

Aye, aye.

The door may blow.

Stand clear now. Come on.

Cut the blowers and
open the safety valve.

Griggs, get those mattresses
on the lower level.

Come on!

Stand by to fire
another pattern.

Roll 1.

Roll 2.

Roll 3.

Order the destroyers
back to Pearl

at best possible speed.

Zigzagging.

Cassiday got the sub.

Definite kill, sir.

Hold it.

Have all ships return to Pearl

at 20 knots,

except the Cassiday.

Have her stand by

in case we have to abandon ship.

Aye, aye.

OK.

Compliments of Commander
Eddington, sir.

Give me the word, Griggs.

Commander Eddington says
this tub will float, sir.

At ease.

Thank you, sir.

Full report.

We've halted the fires forward

where we took the first torpedo,

and we've stopped
the flow of water

at hatch 26.

Commander Eddington said
to tell the old man...

sorry, sir, the captain...

that he'd better start
thinking about a tow.

May I also say

Commander Eddington
is hell on wheels?

What are the casualties?

At least 40 men were
trapped up forward.

40 men, maybe more.

Destroyer cassiday
coming alongside, sir.

Thank you.

Take care of the boy.

Nice work, Harding!

You did a 4-0 job on that sub!

Thank you, sir.

I'm not Commander Harding, sir.

Where is he?

Ashore, sir.

Well, who's in command?

I am, sir.

Lieutenant J.G. McConnel, sir.

Did I hear Lieutenant
Junior Grade?

William McConnel,
class of'38, sir.

Oh.

Well, can you rig for towing?

Can do, sir.

Can you pass some
portable pumps to us?

Can do, sir.

Carry on, mister.

Can do.

Old Rock of Ages,

we got ourselves another war...

a gut-busting,
mother-loving navy war.

It does seem to shape up that
way, Commander Eddington.

Captain Torrey?

The admiral will see you now.

Thank you.

Please sit down, Captain Torrey.

Thank you, sir.

I wasn't aware you'd been hurt.

A simple fracture, sir.

It won't interfere
with my duties.

You have a remarkable
record, Captain Torrey.

Thank you, sir.

Save your thanks.

It's my duty to relieve
you of your command

pending court of
inquiry findings.

I don't understand, sir.

You weren't zigzagging when
you took the torpedo hits.

I was stretching my fuel, sir.

If there wasn't enough fuel,

why didn't you turn back?

My mission was to intercept
and engage an enemy

of greatly superior strength.

I could only take
that one way...

my group was expendable.

I doubt a court of inquiry
will accept that.

You're about to be caught

between a peacetime navy
and a wartime navy.

Six months from now,
they'll be making admirals

out of captains
who exhibit guts.

Now they're reacting to the
Pearl Harbor disaster.

Punishment is the order.

Naturally you don't
have to abide

by what a court of
inquiry decides.

You can ask for a
general court martial,

get some crack sea
lawyers, and make a fight.

I wouldn't do that, sir.

Why not?

Second generation navy, Admiral.

I see.

I don't plan to ask for
court martial either,

and I've lost a fleet.

I expect we'll take
what they give us

and trust it'll be a
useful job somewhere.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Good luck to you, sir.

If I haven't got him...

Shoes...

He's still alive.

There's a mistake.

comb...

compact...

two rings...

purse.

Maybe the police will know.

Sign here, please.

He was my only boy,

and I love him so much.

Go in there and look.

This way for identification.

Maybe the police can help you.

I want you to help.

He was my only boy.

You don't know what
it is, that's why.

What disposition?

Huh?

What do you want to do?

Oh, I'll send someone.

Thank you.

Where's the man she
was brought in with?

Army Air Force claimed the body.

You been here long?

No. Hawaii.

I like it better, too.

Where's my drink?

Made you a fresh one.

Thanks.

Bourbon.

Sell nothing but beer.
Martial law.

OK. Beer.

How come the air
corps rates a drink?

They brought that bottle in.

What's the matter,
Commander, running dry?

Let me sweeten that beer.

Share and share alike.

We're all in this war.

A little more? OK.

How's that?

Would you like to join us?

We just got two chicks,

but like I said, share
and share alike...

Send the police to
the Blue Lagoon.

Come.

Sir, I just got word on
Commander Eddington.

What about him?

He's in the Honolulu brig, sir.

He's in the brig?

That's the word, sir.

Will you see that my
clothes are packed

and sent over to the
bachelors' officers' quarters?

Yes, sir.

May I help you with that?

Is that all, sir?

I travel light.

Well, Commander Burke...

Oh, sir.

Well, goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

You're being released in
your captain's custody, sir.

Sergeant.

This is yours, sir.

I'll walk you to the duty boat.

I've been relieved of command.

The bastards.

Sorry about your wife.

You got yourself into
a pretty good fix...

A public brawl.

What the hell.

A new AA cruiser going
out to join Halsey.

She's a tiger.

A fast ship going in harm's way.

A lousy situation,
Commander Eddington.

Lousy.

Stay still.

Good.

If you'll come with me, Captain.

Shoot those over to
Dr. Lyons, Mike.

Yes, ma'am.

Doctor?

Yes.

This is a 3-months-old
fracture.

The X rays will be along
in a few minutes.

Thank you. Sit down, Captain.

Thank you.

Well, now...

that's a nice sound
to wake up to.

What is Vicki Marlowe's secret?

Well, it's not what
it says in here.

Vicki Marlowe's secret is

that she's making half a
million bucks a year,

and she still collects
alimony from me

in my present reduced
circumstances.

Well, anyway...

I have the satisfaction
of knowing

that all of her pictures
have been stinkers

since I stopped writing them.

Rockwell, my boy, I tell you

never, I repeat never,
marry a movie actress.

You married three of them.

It's like eating peanuts.

Once I started, I couldn't stop.

Hey, look at you.

Two hands.

Congratulations.

Shall we celebrate?

What do you have in mind?

There's some action
out in Maunaloa.

No parties for me.

Anyway,

when do you so-called

special intelligence officers

do whatever it is
you're supposed to do?

Seems you sleep all day

and charge to parties
every night.

Us civilians need more
rest and recreation

than you old salts.

Not that you couldn't
use a little.

It's time you crawled
down from Mount Rushmore

and took a look around.

You'd be surprised at
the changes we've made

in the last 100 years.

Man, I tell you,

the women, they're smoking
cigarettes, drinking whiskey,

doing the shimmy-sham-shimmy.

Hot damn, man.

Very funny.

Come on, Rock, huh?

No. No, thanks.

OK.

What?

Maybe you're right.

I got to do something
besides sit at a desk

and count the ink
stains on the blotter.

Who is our host?

Whoever knows the host
at these shindigs?

Some pineapple moneybags.

You sure you were invited?

Maybe not, but one sailor
looks like another.

Give me your hat.

Egan Powell!

I want you to meet
Captain Torrey.

This is Mrs., uh...

Henderson.

How do you do?

Follow me.

Hello, Cora.

Ann.

Well, here we are.

Thank you very much.

Let's go over here.

It's very important
to relax, my boy.

Very important.

Paul, how are you?

Hello, Egan. How are you?

Introduce me to your
beautiful wife.

Debbie, this is Egan.

Mind if I cut in?

No. Not a bit.

Ah, well, isn't this lovely?

I like to get away
once in a while.

Enjoying the party,
Captain Torrey?

Yes, thank you.
It's a fine party.

It's fine.

Think so?

It's great.

Oop.

Mmm.

Thank you.

It's funny.

What's funny?

It's not exactly funny.

It's just that you're so
different from your son.

My son?

Ensign Jere Torrey.

He claims his
father's a captain.

I supposed you were it.

That's my son's name...
Jeremiah. Jere.

He's been dating my roommate.

It worries me a little.

She's a green kid from Vermont.

He's a real smooth Harvard type.

I think she's about to
fall in love with him.

That's what worries me.

Will it be all right?

I hope so.

That's not much comfort.

How's the arm?

I beg your pardon?

Your arm.

Oh. It's, uh... fine.

Captain, I'm nurse
Lieutenant Haynes.

I took the X rays today.

Oh, I'm sorry. I...

Thank you for not
recognizing me.

I made a special effort

to not look like a nurse.

Don't take me too seriously.

I'm sure Ensign Torrey

is everything he should be.

Well, I'm flying under
false colors, Miss Haynes.

I don't know my son.

I've been divorced
for many years.

He's been raised by his
mother and her family.

I didn't even know
he was in the navy.

Much as I'd like to,

I won't ask any more
questions about that.

I hate to leave this
quiet, restful place,

but I have to get
back to the hospital.

Can I grab a cab and drop you?

Let me drop you.

I borrowed a car from
my landlord's gardener.

Thank you, Miss Haynes.

I'm called Maggie,

if you'd like to be
less formal sometime.

Thank you for that, too.

Well, don't wait too long.

I'm on temporary assignment.

My unit's due to be
shipped out soon.

Captain.

Maggie.

Ensign Torrey?

No, sir.

I was told at your
staff duty office

Ensign Torrey had the
watch aboard this craft.

Yes, sir.

Well?

I'll get him, sir.

Thank you.

Topside, quick. Brass.

Did you hear me?

He wants you.

I'm going.

We're going to get it.

I shouldn't have been
standing your watch.

Take it easy.

I'm Ensign Torrey, sir.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I'm your father, Jere.

Yes, sir.

Well, you...

look like your mother.

Yes, sir.

Is she well?

Very well, sir.

Well, uh...

sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Do you often stand your
watch in your cabin?

Ensign Farris was kind enough

to relieve me for a
few minutes, sir.

Oh.

Motor torpedo boat duty...

How do you like it?

I don't like it, sir.

Why did you choose it?

It's voluntary duty, isn't it?

I volunteered on advice, sir.

This unit's assigned
to Admiral Broderick.

I was advised that once I
was in Broderick's command,

a transfer could be arranged

to the admiral's staff.

Might I ask who gave
you the advice?

Commander Neal Owynn, sir,

the admiral's public
relations officer.

I'll be his assistant.

I expect you've heard
of Neal Owynn.

No.

Well, he's quite a
well-known congressman, sir.

He resigned from office
to join the service.

Your mother's family
can pull strings

to get what they want.

You disapprove, sir?

Well, you trained
on these boats.

You'd be a damned sight
more useful here

than in public relations.

I majored in journalism, sir.

Since I must do my bit

in this trumped-up war,

I prefer doing what
I'm best suited for.

Did I hear "trumped-up war"?

It is Mr. Roosevelt's
war, isn't it, sir?

You not only look
like a Cunliffe,

you talk like one of them.

I remember they said the first
one was Mr. Wilson's war.

Well, what's your duty, sir?

Routing convoys.

Myself, I expect to be
in the forward areas,

if not actually in combat.

Admiral Broderick's
been assigned to handle

a very important offensive
called Skyhook.

I wouldn't know about that.

I wouldn't expect
you would, sir.

Commander Neal Owynn
gave me the information.

You leaving, sir?

Yes, before I pick you up

and throw you to the fish.

I was 4 years old when
you left my mother.

I don't even remember you.

For 18 years, you haven't
bothered to remember me.

Why did you bother to
come here tonight?

Well, let's just say
that I did come

and let it go at that.

Good night... Ensign.

How.

Egan. Where have
you been hiding

the last 10 days?

Or should I ask?

You shouldn't, but there
were 3 inches of snow

in Washington.

Washington? Got the
war all worked out?

You buy me lunch,

I'll give you the day
and date of victory.

I am your man.

Run these courses off on
the big chart for me.

Our job is to see

that information given
to the press corps

is good for the war
effort and the navy.

And good for Broderick.

What's good for Broderick

is good for the war and navy.

With a little left
over for Neal Owynn?

How's your campaign coming
with the little nurse?

I'm seeing her tonight.

Why don't you come along?

Her roommate's not bad.

Egan.

Hmm?

What do you know about
Operation Skyhook?

Where did you get that?

Well, is it important?

There's not more than 20 people

between here and the White House

that's supposed to
know that name.

There's 21 now,
or maybe 22 or 3.

I got it indirectly

through an ex-congressman
named Owynn.

That's Broderick's drum beater.

He needs a zipper in his face.

That's top secret stuff.

I can't tell you about it.

OK. OK.

You say you got it
indirectly from Owynn?

See that young ensign there

lighting a cigarette?

That's Owynn he's sitting with.

Well, that's where I got it.

From that ensign?

He's my son.

Well... I'd like
to meet him, Rock.

No, you wouldn't.

Oh, he had his
chances to ask me.

10 days worth of chances.

That's enough.

He didn't call me,
so I called him.

How did you have the nerve?

Past a certain age,

men are apt to avoid
making sudden moves

where women are concerned.

Women have to do the moving,

or everybody stands still
until it's too late.

It gets late fast
in these times.

I like this man. I
want him to know.

Suppose he and Jere
bump into each other?

Jere's funny about his father.

Let them bump. It
might be interesting.

This must be Jere.

I'll go.

Hello, Ensign.

Yes, ma'am, Lieutenant.

Be a minute or two.

She'll be down.

Thank you, ma'am.

Lieutenant, ma'am?

I'd like to invite
you to come with us.

It'll be dinner with
Commander Neal Owynn, ma'am.

Thanks, Ensign, but I'm
waiting for a friend.

You're more than welcome to bring
her... or him along, ma'am.

Well, if my friend arrives
in time, we'll see.

Well, I'm here to see a nurse.

What are you here for?

To see a nurse.

Looks like we have something
in common after all.

I'm just a chip off
the old block, sir.

Hello.

Miss Haynes.

Captain Torrey,
Ensign Annalee Dorne.

Miss Dorne.

You've met my friend?

Sir, I've invited Miss
Haynes and friend

to dine with us at Commander
Owynn's quarters.

I hope you'll accept, sir.

That's very gracious of you,

but we have other plans,
right, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Well, in that case...

in that case, good
afternoon, sir.

Miss Dorne.

You run a taut ship.

He's not a bad-looking
kid, is he?

No, he isn't.

Oh! I brought you something.

What is it?

Candy.

Thank you.

Shall we eat at the Chinaman's?

We're going to eat here,
if you don't mind.

Oh, I wouldn't want to...

Please, don't disappoint me.

I haven't cooked for a
man in a long time.

Pour us a drink.

If I can get this
oven hot enough,

we're going to have biscuits.

You want water in yours?

Yes, but don't
drown the whiskey.

I'm not a lady, Rock.

I started life as an army brat.

I never tried to change.

Here's how.

Did you say army?

My father was a
one-star general.

Daddy... he was an
angel and a devil,

and I was nuts about him.

So nuts, in fact, I
married his aide.

Would you try to open
this can, please?

You say you married his aide?

He wasn't much of a man.

This cutter's broken.

Not very smart or very brave.

Maybe I just expected
him to be Daddy,

and he wasn't.

That's quite a knife you carry.

It's a can opener,
screwdriver, punch,

straight blade, even
a skinning blade.

Oh, that is useful.

What do you skin?

Lieutenant nurses
who pull my leg.

Where was I?

Just married.

Yes. I left him...

right here in Honolulu,

shacked up with a
wahine from Kauai.

That was eight years ago.

He quit the service and
married her later.

I drifted until I had
to latch onto something

or go down the drain.

I went to nursing school
and joined the navy.

Tell me more about you.

Navy. My father was a
chief petty officer.

I went to the academy.

That the best you can do?

Unless you want my
service record.

There's your son.

Aloha.

Hi!

Hello, Jere.

Well, just the two of you?

Miss Haynes couldn't join us.

I'm sure that's my loss.

Commander Owynn, I'd like
you to meet Ensign Dorne.

What a beautiful place.

My friend who owns it

didn't leave much
of a liquor supply

when he decided to sit the
war out on the mainland.

I can give you a
choice of Pernod...

and gin...

and there is a little brandy.

Brandy for me.

Miss Dorne?

I don't know.

Gin, I guess, but not much.

Gin, but not much.

My unit got our orders today.

We're being assigned to
COMSOPAC sub, Area Three.

Whatever that is.

Commander of third sub
area, Southwest Pacific.

Sounds very impressive.

Have you been alerted?

Nope. Just assigned.

Third area's Admiral
Broderick's command.

Jere's admiral?

The same.

Can't get away from
the Torreys, can I?

We can sit down.

Oh.

Hey!

We're alone.

Well, where's Commander Owynn?

It's OK.

Dinner is ready.

Aren't we waiting for
Commander Owynn?

He was called away to
headquarters, madam.

It's just the two of us.

Ever hear the name Cunliffe?

One of those expensive New
England names, right?

Well, she was a Cunliffe...
Jere's mother.

I met her at a navy ball, 1917.

She was beautiful.

I don't know why she married me.

I was just an ensign.

I bet you were some ensign.

I fell over my feet
most of the time.

But when I came
back from the war,

I had a son,

and the Cunliffes had
great plans for me.

I was to resign my
navy commission,

do something useful...

the stock market.

They sat around with
teacups on their laps,

ticker tape coming
out of their ears,

and I said no.

It was quite a scene.

Then Athalie...

that was her name, Athalie...

said, "Rockwell, I will not
become a camp follower.

Whenever you are not busy
boating with the navy,

feel free to come visit us."

And that's the way it was.
I visited.

I was assigned to duty
in the Philippines,

and that ended it.

You left out one small detail.

You were terribly
in love with her.

You're a good cook, Maggie.

You look lovely in
the candlelight.

You haven't had much to say.

I guess I haven't.

Like to dance?

I don't think so.

Come sit over here.

Please don't do that.

What's the matter?

We better go home.

I don't like this,
not any of it.

Since when?

Since your commander
conveniently disappeared.

I didn't know you
missed him so much.

I'm jealous.

You know what I mean.

I feel cheap.

Relax. He won't return
for a long time.

I'm sorry, but I want to go!

What do you take me for?

There's nothing cheaper
than a teaser!

That's what you've been doing!

I have not!

I thought we...

I thought you...

Oh!

Let me go!

I've spent my life
learning things

about men and ships,

how to use them in action.

I just don't fit behind a desk.

I'm not cut out for it.

I feel dry-docked.

Oh, well.

Thanks.

Thanks?

Who else have you said
this to recently?

Or ever?

That'll be Annalee and your son.

Oh, then I better...

Thanks, fellas.

You're welcome, Ensign.

I think that had to happen.

Good night, Rock.

Good night, Maggie.

Anytime, Rock.

Anytime at all.

Thank you, Maggie.

Sir, Commander Powell
is waiting for you.

Thanks.

Have we got the shipping orders?

Greetings, Captain.

Why are you so happy?

This.

Want to close that door?

I have a very private
job for you...

No one but you.

Three convoys to be routed

to this island... Toulebonne.

Toulebonne?

That's where Eddington
is stationed.

It's also Broderick's new base.

Skyhook again, huh?

Here's the shipping list.

That's a lot of tonnage.

It's hard to come by.

CINCPAC wants it to arrive
on time and intact.

The first convoy is loaded.

Personnel boards
Thursday morning.

When they shove
off is up to you.

I think I see it.

What?

Skyhook.

All right.

The Jap supply lines must
be spread pretty thin

south of Cape Titan.

So Broderick could hit
Lalatea, Muk or Gavabutu.

From any of those islands,

he could launch a strike
against Levu Vana.

Why Levu Vana?

Because it has a central plain

large enough for
B-17 airstrips.

Get a flock of B-17s in there,

and we can control that area

for 1,000 miles
in any direction.

Good night.

Maggie!

Hello, sailor.

A pleasant surprise.

You're not easy to
talk to on the phone,

so I decided to ambush you.

Come in.

This is nice, Rock.

Sit down.

Can I offer you a drink?

No. Nothing, thanks.

My unit's ordered to
report to Ford Island

at 6 a.m.

We weren't told more than that,

but it can only mean one thing.

You'll be at sea by noon.

You knew I was going?

I knew there was a
convoy pulling out.

Wouldn't like to give me a hint

about our destination?

You know I can't do that.

You'll be told after you sail.

Is it a long way?

A long way.

Then we won't meet again

in the foreseeable
future, right?

Right.

Do you think we better
let it go at that?

Hello.

Commander Powell.

Just a moment.

For you, Powell.

Commander Powell speaking.

Egan? Rock. Can you
bunk out tonight?

I can manage, Rock.

Thanks.

Maggie?

Yes, Rock?

Come on, row!

Hey, girls, look!

Permission to board, sir!

State your business!

Commander Eddington,
Toulebonne naval base!

I'd like to see

nurse Lieutenant Maggie Haynes!

Permission granted.

Ahoy there!

Is this the admiral's harem?

Lieutenant Maggie Haynes!

I'm here, Lieutenant.

Compliments of Captain
Rockwell Torrey.

I'm Paul Eddington, Maggie.

I'll call you Maggie

because that's what the
Rock said in his letter.

"Make sure Maggie Haynes
is welcome in Toulebonne."

So welcome, Maggie Haynes.

Thanks. It's beautiful.

Oh, there's a bottle of cognac

under the bananas.

I know how dry naval
transports can get.

Excuse me.

Soyez la bien venu.

This is Annalee Dorne.

Hi.

You've been here a long
time, haven't you?

Since January.

We're getting this old
French naval base ready

to service our ships.

You have a barracks
ready for 50 nurses?

We've been sailing
for three weeks.

Didn't you get the word?

No.

This convoy sails again tonight.

West 300 miles to an
island named Gavabutu.

They'll need nurses there.

An offensive?

I guess so.

Are you also going to Gavabutu?

Navy can't do without me here.

This whole island might sink.

You don't like what
you're doing, huh?

It's like working in
a filling station

watching the cars go by.

Well, goodbye, Maggie Haynes.

Oh, when you write to the Rock,

tell him I was sober.

He won't believe it,
but tell him anyway.

Goodbye, Commander.

Control, Station 26.

I have him.

PBY approaching from southwest.

Roger, 26. Patrol
plane off course.

Hi.

Spotter 26.

26.

Formation to northeast
of your station.

Should be F4Fs.

Check, control.

Three F4Fs proceeding
northeast...

to southwest.

Roger, 26.

You read those planes
pretty quickly.

At first, I couldn't
tell PBYs from seagulls.

How are you, Captain?

There's no way to make
this easy, Mrs. McConnel.

I came to tell you

your husband is
missing in action.

You won't get the
official telegram

for a day or two.

I read it in the
report this morning.

Ask control to relieve you.

I'll take you home.

I'm all right.

Where did it happen?

His destroyer was working alone

in the Gavabutu area.

It reported two
aerial torpedo hits,

then communications
were cut off.

An aerial search
the following day

failed to produce anything.

No survivors at all?

None reported.

Station 26. Are you there, 26?

26.

We have a bogey on the screen

to the south of you.

Can you make it out?

AT6...

about 9,000 feet.

Are you there, 26?

AT6, control.

Those damned training planes

wander around like bats.

OK, 26. Over and out.

Thanks.

Captain, was Mac wasted?

Wasted?

What do you mean?

I want to read you

part of a letter from Mac.

"We are getting hell

from Jap planes that are
based right on Gavabutu.

"I don't know much about
amphibious operations,

but if Admiral Broderick
knows anything,

I'll eat my hat.

This has been a
three-star mess

from the beginning."

I'm surprised Mac would
put that in a letter.

He wouldn't have

unless he were
discouraged and angry.

Beverly, I don't think

you'd better show that
letter to anyone.

I don't intend to.

Is it true?

If it is, if things
are that bad,

I'm sure there will be changes.

Aren't they that bad, Captain?

Yes, I...

believe they are.

Station 26.

26, control.

Station 26, check plane
to the northeast.

Check, control.

Small training plane moving
northeast to southwest.

I have a message from
CINCPAC's office.

You're to appear at number
10 Makalapa for dinner.

Oh.

Early, sir. 1800.

You'll just have time to change.

OK, Simpson. Take me home.

Gentlemen, we'll get
to the business

of the evening.

I could have saved
some time and liquor

by transacting this
business in my office,

but it needs a ceremony.

Powell, you got that dispatch?

"From Chief of Naval Personnel

to Captain Rockwell
Torrey, CINCPAC fleet.

You are hereby advised
that the president

has approved your
temporary advancement

to rear admiral, lower half,

the date of rank,
1 August, 1942.

Comply with first manual
in regards to promotion,

oath of office,"

and so forth.

This more or less came about

because that civilian
type next to you

wormed his way into
my intelligence staff

suggesting the navy was wrong

in its judgment of
you last December.

Well, we all know the
navy is never wrong,

but in this case,

it was a little weak
on being right.

Congratulations, Admiral Torrey.

Thank you, sir.

Powell, you can get
on with the honors.

Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen, to Admiral
Rockwell Torrey.

May success follow your flag.

Here, here!

I do thank you.

And I'm grateful.

Admiral, with your
permission, sir.

To our country, our navy,

and all the best
things they stand for.

Here, here!

Now, Admiral Torrey,

when the congratulations
peter out,

you'll please join
me in my study.

Aye, aye, sir.

We gave him the molasses.

Now let's feed him the sulfur.

Admiral...

know what that is?

Yes, by the shape
of those islands.

This is Gavabutu, Levu
Vana, Toka Rota...

and that's Pala Passage.

It's Skyhook.

Powell says you guessed
the strategy months ago.

Wild guess.

Wild, but accurate.

What's your opinion of it?

In theory, good.

In fact?

The delay has cost you
the element of surprise.

How far has Broderick
advanced on Gavabutu?

He's bottled up behind
these mountains.

He hasn't advanced
an inch in weeks.

He better break the bottle

and take that island,

or you can forget Skyhook.

He's got to attack Levu Vana

before the Japs are ready.

You named your poison.

You're going to mop up Gavabutu

and mount the invasion
of Levu Vana.

How about Admiral
Broderick, sir?

Some smart man once said

that on the most exalted throne

in the world, we're seated

on nothing but our own arse.

Well, where Broderick's
concerned, I'm on mine.

I can't fire him.

It means a bad
effect on our allies

and aid and comfort the enemy.

I can only put you
in tactical command

of the operation.

Lincoln once found himself

in the same predicament
with General McClellan.

McClellan was a great
little organizer,

but he couldn't
decide when to fight.

And indecision is a virus

that can run through an army

and destroy its will to win

or even to survive.

Lincoln recruited a hardheaded
Yankee named Grant.

Grant didn't care
about organization.

Neither was he afflicted
with the virus.

He pointed his battalions
in the right direction

and shoved off.

You're going to be my Grant.

However you handle Broderick

is your own business.

Just get the job done.

How far can I go in
handling Broderick?

You can't kill him.

May I name my own
chief of staff?

You thinking of someone?

Eddington, my exec
on the Swayback.

Also, take Powell here.

He's familiar with the
Broderick problem.

Reserve officers
give me hay fever.

Thank you, sir.

Torrey, these were my stars

before I picked up
this heavy hardware.

I think they brought me luck.

Wear them on your collar.

If there's any luck in them,

you're going to need it.

Thank you, sir.

Saree?

Qu'est-ce que tu veux?
Non derange pas.

Don't you know better

than to disturb a man at work?

You have an order

to get back to
headquarters, sir.

For what?

Don't know, sir.

Tu restes ici
encore, commandant?

No. I go, baby.

Yes, I'll come back.

Don't you worry about that.

I'm not going to take it.

Not for one minute am
I going to take it.

I've sweated marbles

over this ill-advised,
premature operation.

I can't work miracles,

not with the material
they've given me.

I'm going to lay it on the line

with CINCPAC.

Don't do anything
hasty, Admiral.

Hasty?

Torrey will be on
Gavabutu in three days.

You want me to...

be a doormat

with "welcome" written
across my backside?

Of course, you know best
about these things,

but, uh, now, if Torrey flops,

you can always point
a finger at CINCPAC

for putting him in there.

What if he gets some action

out of the Gavabutu personnel?

Well, you're still
the area commander.

You'll get the lion's
share of the credit.

I won't even know
what he's doing

until he's done it.

I'll be here on Toulebonne
with my face hanging out,

and every news correspondent
will know it.

The answer to that's
simple enough.

You need sort of
a representative

in Torrey's camp who
can very quietly

keep you informed about
what's happening.

Yes, that might help.

Sir, Commander
Eddington has arrived.

You're Eddington?

Yes, sir.

Officer of piers and warehouses?

That's right.

I sent for you two hours ago.

What kept you?

I was in native quarters

recruiting labor for
piers and warehouses.

That doesn't mean you have
to look like a native.

I didn't expect to be called

into the presence
of the admiral.

Didn't you see the directive

that all personnel

be clean shaven,
Commander Eddington?

I must have missed it, sir.

Is that why the admiral
wanted to see me?

Eddington, by order of CINCPAC

you're being transferred
to Gavabutu,

with the rank of captain.

You're sure you have the
right Eddington, sir?

You're being assigned to
Admiral Rockwell Torrey

as his chief of staff.

That's all.

Admiral Torrey, sir?

Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!

Well, if that's a sample
of Torrey's staff...

You suggested that I needed
a personal representative

on Gavabutu, Owynn.

OK, you're it.

You'll be my liaison
officer, we'll call it.

I don't have any
combat training.

I wouldn't be very good...

Don't crawfish.
It was your idea.

Forward area duty is
just the thing for you.

Think what a combat
ribbon would mean to you.

Ought to be worth a
half million votes

when you run for office.

Let me be the first
to welcome you

to this land of milk and honey.

Colonel Gregory, paramarines.

Colonel.

Pleasure, sir.

Egan Powell, Intelligence.
My aide Mr. Armstrong.

Colonel, your men in shape
for a parachute drop?

They may be rusty, sir,

but they're eager as hell.

Attention!

At ease.

Tuthill, sir. Operations.

Jefferson, sir. Logistics.

Lance, sir. Communications.

Carry on, men.

Gottlieb, sir. Weather.

Mr. Gottlieb.

I'm Clayton Canfil,
Admiral Torrey.

I run the
coast-watching system.

Canfil owned a plantation
before the war, sir.

You're an Australian,
Mr. Canfil?

I am.

We're happy to have you with us.

Well, Lieutenant, how are you?

Very well, thank you, sir.

Commander Neal Owynn, sir.

What is your
function, Commander?

Personal liaison for
Admiral Broderick, sir.

The admiral felt that the
closest possible rapport

should be kept between Toulebonne
and the forward areas.

He wants to offer all
the support he can.

While you're with my staff,

you will do all
your communicating

with Toulebonne through me.

I repeat, through me.

Question?

No, sir.

Egan, break out that chart

we've been working on.

There'll be a slight delay.

This way, please.

We'll call this
Operation Apple Pie.

Not because it's
going to be easy,

but...

because we're going
to slice this island

into three big pieces.

Where in this area,
Colonel Gregory,

could you parachute your raiders

without getting tangled
up in the jungle?

Right here, Admiral.

There's a meadow
1/4 mile square.

A low-level jump,
but possible.

You'll land, dig in and wait.

The Japs will swarm in, sir.

That's the idea, Paul.

They'll have to weaken
their outer defenses.

Mr. Canfil, you must know

this mountain area pretty well.

Yes, sir, I do.

Could we put a battalion
across those peaks at night?

Yes, if they didn't
have to lug cannons.

There's a narrow pass there
at about 6,000 feet,

but I'd have to
lead them through.

You got yourself a job.

Paul, we'll mount
a landing force

and hit this beach
just above Voyon Bay.

We'll send a third group

on an end run through
the foothills.

Three slices, all converging

on Colonel Gregory's position.

When we make contact,
we'll drive full force

for the Jap airstrip

and cut the supply
line from Voyon Bay.

Then it's just a
matter of mopping up

isolated Jap positions,
and Gavabutu is secured.

Mr. Gottlieb? Weather.

Shaky. The rains start soon.

When?

In a week, maybe.

Then Colonel Gregory
will jump on Sunday.

Calculate your timetable
accordingly, Paul.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right, I want all
facts and figures

by 0700 tomorrow morning.

Right, sir.

Right.

There's just one thing, sir.

Admiral Broderick has only
allowed us 10 planes.

Just a minute.

Commander Owynn,
Lieutenant Torrey,

that's all.

OK, Greg.

I can only put up two-thirds
of my paramarines

without five more transports.

Aren't there any more
R4Ds in Toulebonne?

They're kept in reserve, sir.

Reserve? For what?

It's the way Broderick
organizes things.

What happens when one conks out?

Toulebonne sends us a
spare until we fix it.

Five just conked out, Colonel.

Let's relay the sad
news to Broderick.

Mr. Canfil, I'm afraid you've
fallen in with thieves.

I think so, too,
I'm happy to say.

Thanks for getting me
out of purgatory, Rock.

Forget it.

Now, uh...

where's the hospital?

I'll take you to her.

Uh, Miss Dorne.

Captain Eddington.

Where can we find Miss Haynes?

She's in there, Admiral.

Thank you, Miss Dorne.

Nurse.

Couple of corpsmen here.
Bring a stretcher.

Get out of my light.

Take him to hut three.

If you'd waited till morning,

I might have managed to
look like something.

You look fine, Maggie.
Just fine.

How do admirals
feel about nurses?

The same way captains did.

Will there be time
for us out here?

We'll make time, Maggie.

Mr. Canfil just
sent a message.

His battalion's starting down

the far side of the mountain.

Pass the word to the
amphibious group.

Start moving in for a landing.

Colonel,

you got room in
your plane for me?

Why, sure, sir,

if you want to take the risk.

Admiral.

Commander.

Well, no Admiral Torrey?

Admiral Torrey's with
the paramarines, sir.

That's very colorful
of Admiral Torrey.

Gentlemen, there's a good
story for your newspapers.

Let's go to headquarters
and see if our operation

is doing what we intended.

Stand up!

Hook up!

Check your equipment!

Stand in the door!

Good luck, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

Let's go, men!

Contact our fighter
protection, Lieutenant.

I want two planes to cover us.

The rest can go home.

What do you plan to do, sir?

Let's say a sightseeing trip.

You got a pencil?

Thank you.

We've named this
operation "Apple Pie,"

because it is intended
to cut the island

into three slices...

One across the mountains,

one from a beachhead here,

and the other through
these foothills,

all converging on a position

we have already secured
with our paramarines.

Admiral Broderick,

have these correspondents

been instructed in security?

They'll be instructed,
Captain Eddington.

You may return to your duties.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm sure you boys
know the rules.

You're not to file any stories

until Commander Owynn
gives the word.

Now, back to
Operation Apple Pie.

Carry on.

Lieutenant, do you have any idea

how Broderick knows
these details?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Do you know about Owynn
putting special dispatches

on the courier plane
to Toulebonne?

I wouldn't, sir.

I don't know the situation

between you and your father,

but I'll tell you this.

Bums like your friend
Owynn are with us always,

but sailors like your old man

only happen once in a while.

I'm afraid I cannot accept

your evaluation of
Commander Owynn.

Well...

I'm afraid I cannot accept you

as Rock Torrey's son.

I think somebody got
in there ahead of him.

Now, wait a minute, Eddington!

Captain Eddington.

Yes?

Hit it!

It's all right, Captain.

On your feet!

Lieutenant!

You can head for the barn!

OK, sir!

Change of orders from the
old man himself, by God.

Now, Captain, we'll romp
this circus straight on.

Last man to Voyon Bay
is a bloody 'roo!

Sorry, chums! Kangaroo to you.

Don't move in on road Z-2.
It's land-mined.

Admiral, we can't
stay on top of this.

Admiral Broderick wants you

to meet with our war
correspondents.

I can't tell them anything.
Where is Broderick?

He's with them, sir.

I'll join him

after checking in with my staff.

Roger, Baker D. Keep pushing.
Out.

We've had some luck.

Canfil should join
Gregory shortly.

Joined already.

He's cutting across
to meet the amphibs.

Let me see those dispatches.

Ten-hut!

Well, carry on, gentlemen.

Well, Admiral, we were
getting anxious about you.

Very courageous, an
operational commander

going out on the firing line,

but a little risky leaving
command center at zero hour.

It served its purpose, Admiral.

I'm sure it did.

Shall we summarize
the situation now?

Might be better if I
told you privately.

The press isn't against us.
Give them a break.

Well, if you insist.

Fire away, boys.

Admiral Torrey, is the operation

going according to schedule?

Not exactly.

I think we can be more
specific than that.

After all, gentlemen,

an offensive doesn't
exactly travel

like an express train.

Fact is, it's going to
be a long, hard job

kicking the enemy off Gavabutu.

I see no reason

why we shouldn't admit it, Rock.

We can project schedules,

but they're hard to keep.
Right, Admiral?

Right, sir. Except
in this case

we're not behind schedule.
We're ahead.

Right now, troops should
be taking the Jap airstrip

and our amphibs
closing on Voyon Bay.

But the enemy opposition...

There is no opposition.

Seems the Jap Garrison
moved out last night.

The island is ours?

Exactly.

What was their reason
for pulling out?

OK, gentlemen. I think
that about covers it.

That it does.

Admiral! Well, wait a minute!

Admiral, I would appreciate

you checking these dispatches

and advising me on how
we should mop this up.

Yes, certainly.

Gentlemen, you can
use the staff room

to write your stories.

I'll personally see to it

that your stories get out,

if Commander Owynn doesn't mind.

That bloody old man
of yours crossed us.

Yes, didn't he?

Gentlemen.

Oh, remind me, Jere.

We must have a conference
with the admiral

before he returns to Toulebonne.

Admiral Broderick's
leaving already?

Yes. He feels everything
is shipshape here.

Gottlieb. Tuthill.

Heads.

Goodbye, Commander. Enjoy it.

What do you suppose
he meant by that?

Aren't you going with Broderick?

No.

I think you are.

Now, wait a...

You better be on that
plane with Broderick,

unless you want to be
buried on Gavabutu.

You can't do this.

I am doing it.

We've got a job here,

and nobody is going
to screw it up.

Understand? Hmm?

Take this punk with you.

I'll have him court-martialed.

Striking a fellow
officer, and you saw it.

I didn't see anything.

What do you mean you
didn't see anything?

As far as I'm concerned,

a coconut fell and hit
you in the mouth.

Better find some excuse
to get us on that plane.

You want to be transferred
back to PT boats?

One word from me to
Broderick, and you're gone.

Say the word.

Well, here we are, gentlemen.

The marines are
soaking their feet

in Voyon Bay, Admiral.

The airstrip?

Our planes are landing on it.

This operation's picked cleaner

than a chicken's neck.

We're already trying
to pick another.

This one's tougher. You're
just in time to help.

Right here.

Levu Vana.

We're not getting
satisfactory information

on the Jap build-up.

Air photos don't show much.

We were wondering

if your coast
watchers could help.

Why not have a submarine
take me there?

I know that island well.

Give me a week

to creep up on our
little yellow brothers.

I'll blueprint their positions.

We wouldn't want to lose you.

I don't plan to get lost.

Watch for my signal every night
between midnight and 3:00.

OK. Good luck.

Got a special reason for
delivering the mail?

Sort of.

OK. Don't let that
reason keep you long.

Thanks.

Hello, marine.

You having any
difficulty breathing?

No.

Hi.

Hello.

Hello, Jere. We heard
you'd been transferred

back to the boats.

Does that call for congratulations
or commiserations?

Congratulations, ma'am.

Oh, good. Looking
for the mail room?

In a roundabout way.

I'll show you where.

Thank you.

Nice seeing you, ma'am.

Same here, Jere.

Come on, get over here.

Come on.

Sir.

Sir, no telling when we'll
ship together again,

and me and the boys took a vote.

We voted you the best officer

to be marooned with.

Thanks, boats.

We really mean it, sir.

All kidding aside.

Goodbye, Culpepper.

Bye, sir.

Goodbye, Al.

Mac! Mac!

Mac!

They didn't say you were hurt.

It wasn't worth telling you.

How'd you get here?

They flew me from Pearl.

I've waited 10 days

for that slow boat
of yours to come in.

God, you feel good to me.

I never gave you up, Mac,

not for one minute.

Here. Here's a
present for you.

It's from Bureau of Personnel.

Lieutenant Commander McConnel.

That's wonderful.

Wait a minute.

Does this mean you've already
been given an assignment?

Flag Secretary, Third Area.

Oh, Mac, not back in
that Gavabutu hellhole.

With Rock Torrey this
time, not Broderick.

Torrey asked for me, Bev.

But not right away.
That wouldn't be fair.

No, not right away.

We've got 30 days
survivor's leave.

Any ideas what to do?

Plenty of ideas.

You're still seeing
Captain Eddington

after making up with Jere?

There's a whole bunch
going to the picnic.

But you'll be with
Eddington, huh?

Probably.

You're not wearing Jere's ring.

It's too big. I might lose it.

I see.

I'm going to tell
Captain Eddington

I'm engaged to Jere.

OK.

Oh, Maggie. I just
want to have some fun.

Well, don't play games
with Eddington.

I don't understand why
you don't like him.

He's Torrey's best friend.

Instinct.

He's got something bottled up

behind all that dashing charm.

What?

I don't know,

but you'd better remember

The Smiling Young
Lady From Niger.

Who?

"The smiling young
lady from Niger.

She rode on the back of a tiger.

And after the ride,
she wound up inside

with her smile on the
face of the tiger."

Oh, Maggie.

I can take care of myself.

Hey, Annie, you ready?

Just a sec.

Who's chaperoning this junket?

I am.

Oh, brother.

I'll bring them back alive.

Come on, Annie.
They're waiting.

Bye, Maggie.

Have a good time.

Hey, Dorne.

Hey.

Shouldn't we go back?

I wouldn't want any trouble
with your chaperone.

With Sabrina?

Oh, that's funny.

You're not afraid, huh,

being here alone with me?

Scared to death.

Oh, the water looks delicious.

Yeah. Tide's out.

I'd love to go in for a dip.

Go ahead.

What would you think of me?

I'm an officer and a gentleman.
I wouldn't think.

Turn your back until I get in?

This is Tokyo Rose.

We dedicate the next record

to all those poor marines

and sailors on Gavabutu.

You're going to be sacrificed

because Admiral Torrey

doesn't have enough
ships or planes

to protect you.

But Admiral Torrey doesn't care

whether you live...

Can't they jam that broadcast?

They don't want to.

The boys like the music.

She doesn't scare anybody,

although she comes close
to being right sometimes.

Like now?

I said pretty close.

We can make out
with what we have.

We're a backdoor operation.

The front door's with
General MacArthur.

That's where the Jap
Navy's occupied,

not with us.

At least, that's the
theory we're going on.

No sugar.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Have you seen Jere?

No.

Oh, I thought maybe you had.

His boat's been
running the mail.

Oh.

He and Annalee are on again.

He's asked her to marry
him after the war.

A Cunliffe marry a commoner?

His name isn't
Cunliffe, it's Torrey.

Yeah.

It is, Rock.

What are you getting at, Maggie?

Nothing.

He's changed.

He isn't just a smart
college kid any longer.

Something's happened
to him out here.

Well...

I can't start acting
like a father now.

I threw that opportunity
away 18 years ago

when I gave Jere
up to his mother.

I wouldn't know how
to talk to him.

Paul.

Will you bring my clothes down?

Just put them down

and turn your back.

Not this time, baby.

Paul, please.

You have to come get them.

OK, but you're going
to be surprised.

See? I might as well be
in a Mother Hubbard.

Dorne, you're beautiful.

My clothes, please.

Paul, I'm not going
to let you kiss me.

I'm engaged.

There's this boy, and...

Give me my clothes, please.

Paul!

Paul!

Let me go!

Let me go!

No!

Let me go!

No!

No!

Ohh! Let me go!

Paul!

Take her away.

Aye, aye, sir.

Take in your lines.
Get under way.

Quarterdeck to signal bridge.

Admiral's party approaching.

Good old Swayback.

She looks like a real lady.

She is a real lady.

A nice sentimental gesture,

CINCPAC sending you and
Paul your old cruiser.

An old battleship might
have been more comforting.

I'm glad to see her anyway.

You don't understand the love
between ships and sailors.

What happened to your face?

Bucking for a Purple Heart?

Just a friendly wound.

All on deck, intention to board.

Boatswain's mate, man the side.

Congratulations, Burke,

on your new command.

Welcome home, Admiral.

They've done a good job on her.

She's in fine shape.

Good to see you.

Congratulations, Captain.

Tuthill, my operations officer.

Shall we adjourn to the
wardroom, Admiral?

Attention, gentlemen.

At ease.

Sit down, gentlemen.

We will dispense with
all formalities.

This will be my flagship

in the coming operation.

Thank you, sir.

I'll turn you over to
Captain Eddington.

He'll lay out the
plan of operation.

Well, what it boils
down to is this...

the Japs have Levu Vana.

We want it. They know it.

We're going to take it.

They'll do their worst

to keep us from taking it.

We can't expect
any outside help.

We're it.

Mr. Canfil.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

I hope you don't mind
my interrupting.

We've been worried about you.

I had some bother

getting back to the sub.

The nips were thick
on that island.

Well, here it is, Admiral.

You're not going to like it.

They're knocking together
quite a welcome for you

over on Levu Vana.

They're stringing barbed wire

on all the Lakola beaches,

and they're pouring
concrete for pillboxes.

The airstrip's almost done.

They're building
revetments for 200 planes.

Tanks bivouacked
here and troops.

They're bringing in
hundreds every night.

I'd estimate 5,000 landed
while I was there.

5,000? At that rate,

we won't stand a chance
inside three weeks.

That might not be the worst.

I was near a nip camp.

From what I could catch,

there's a gathering
of ships to the west

at the nips' Cape Titan base.

That could mean a task force.

It could.

You could see Titan.

Our planes could get
there but not back.

Maybe Halsey's carriers

could do a reconnaissance
job for us.

Not very soon.

They're hitting the
Solomons for MacArthur.

Then we'll use a sub for
offshore observation.

It will take 10
days to get there.

If the Japs are letting
in a fleet at Titan,

we've got to know now.

They could hit us
before we kick off.

Can't you get
long-range planes?

Captain, you've just
anchored on poverty row.

Everything's being pumped
into MacArthur's area.

We get the leftovers,

not long-range recon planes.

We've got to get one,
somehow, somewhere.

Well, we can try.

Get a message to Pearl.

Make it imperative that we
get one long-range plane.

And get it now.

Wet it with tears.
Bleed on it, Egan.

Darling, is that you?

Hi, honey.

Hey... where have you been?

Mmm. You feel good.

I said, where have you been?

I dropped over to
Treasure Island.

For what?

To visit with the navy.

I bet that was fun.

Hey, this looks nice.

Like?

Mm-hmm. Put it
on, and we'll go

to the top of the mark.

Mac?

Mm-hmm?

Is anything wrong?

No, why?

You've got that kind
of brainwashed look.

You've got bad news, Mac.

Tell me now.

If you wait

to tell me about it over dinner,

I'll cry in my soup.

Yes. I have orders.

For when?

They say proceed immediately.

Why? We haven't even used
up half of your leave yet.

They don't tell you why.

Something is going to
happen on Gavabutu soon.

Oh, hell.

I'm going to cry anyway.

Better?

I might not get you
back this time.

Aw, honey.

Mac... leave me with
a baby this time.

Please, Mac.

Good night, Maggie.

Good night, girls.

See you tomorrow.

Pat, get a doctor quick.

What is it?

A doctor. Hurry.

Annalee.

CINCPAC sends its regrets.

They can't even spare one
lousy long-range plane.

What now,

commence Skyhook anyway?

We've got to know what the
Japs are planning on Titan.

Let's send a one-way plane.

It'll radio the
information back.

What about the pilot?

He can ditch.

A sub can pick him up.

Torrey here.

Maggie.

What?

I'll be right over, Maggie.

Egan, get me a jeep
with a driver.

What's wrong, Rock?

That little nurse,
friend of Maggie's...

committed suicide.

She was engaged to my son.

When have you scheduled
that staff conference?

0700.

We'll decide what to do then.

He raped her, Rock.

Then when she was afraid
she was pregnant,

she went to him,

and he didn't believe her.

Here, read this.

You said she left Jere's
ring with the envelope.

Shall I...

tell Jere about it?

No. I'll take him the ring.

I won't see you again
for a while, Maggie.

It's...

It's starting, isn't it?

Very soon.

Captain Eddington, sir.

Trot me out a PBJ.

Sir?

Now!

Yes, sir.

Dig me out a flying suit, huh?

Aye, aye, sir.

Ah, thanks.

What are you looking at, sailor?

Get back to your radio set.

Thanks. Carry on.

Sir!

How shall I log this flight?

Joy ride for the chief of staff.

The ejector mechanism is jammed.

Attention on the deck.

Carry on.

Good morning, sir.

Sir, this is our skipper
Lieutenant Mason.

Hello, sir.

Mind if I borrow
my son a moment?

Of course not, sir.

I want you to get a
hold of yourself.

That young nurse...

Ensign Dorne...

Yes?

She's dead.

Overdose of sleeping pills.

But why?

Why?

Whatever the reason, she
was thinking of you.

She left this ring for you.

I'm very sorry about
that girl, Jere.

Thank you for coming
all the way over here.

That's the least I
can do for my...

one of my officers.

You know, this may not...

be the right time, but...

somehow it seems that between...

Well, there ought
to be some, uh...

I know what you mean.

I wouldn't know how
to say it myself,

but I know what you mean.

Goodbye, Jere.

Goodbye.

The isalobaric gradient
is changing rapidly.

And here the increasing pressure

is described by
this isobaric curve

which is forcing this
low trough to the east.

Commander, what the hell
does all that mean?

Our crummy weather's
blowing out,

and we're due

for maybe five days of sunshine.

Good-o.

Where's Eddington?

He hasn't come in yet.

Please go find him.

Is something the matter?

Just go find him.

Hello, Mac.

When did you get in?

About an hour ago.

Welcome aboard.

Glad to see you again.

Thank you. Where are we?

Rover, this is John Paul.

Do you read me?
Come in, Rover.

Rover, this is John Paul.
Acknowledge. Over.

You just gave him a plane

without checking
with Operations?

Sir, Captain Eddington
is chief of staff.

Sir, he is Operations.

Have you been in contact?

We've been trying for hours.

It's for you, Admiral.

Torrey speaking.

All right, Egan.
I'll be right over.

Mac.

Rover, this is John Paul.

This is John Paul.

Are you on this frequency?

Rover, this is John Paul.

Come in. Over.

OK, John Paul, this is Rover.

Do you read me? Over.

I'm answering you, John Paul.

Do you read me? Over.

Rover, this is John Paul.

Keep sending. I'm
trying to pick you up.

Acknowledge. Over.

I think we've got him.

He must be far away.
Transmission's very weak.

Rover, this is John Paul.

Do you hear me? Over.

What's your last bearing?

3-3-0, sir.

Plot that, will you, Mac?

Rover, this is John Paul.
We've lost you.

Keep sending. Over.

John Paul, this is Rover.

Do you have me now?

Repeat.

Do you have me now?

I can't keep him in.

Must be getting farther away.

He must be just southwest
of Cape Titan.

Rover, this is John Paul.

I can't hold you.

Change to secondary frequency.

I'll try picking you up.

Rover to John Paul.

Have you got me now?

Acknowledge.

This is John Paul. Roger.

We are reading you. Over.

I'm flying at 10,000 feet,

coming up at Cape Titan

from the southwest.

Do you read me? Over.

Rover, this is John Paul.

We've got you clear. Over.

Haven't seen
anything, John Paul,

except a couple of sampans

and some gooney birds.

Will be over Cape Titan

in 40 minutes and...

Hold it, John Paul, hold it.

I've got something down here.

I'm dropping down
through the cloud cover

to take a closer look.

John Paul, this is Rover.

It's a fleet.

Do you hear me?

Warships moving to the south

away from Cape Titan.

I count 16...

no, 17 ships.

Do you hear me? I repeat.
17 ships.

Confirm.

Over.

Now, this is John Paul.

Roger. 17, 17 ships. Over.

I have some company up here.

Zeros from Titan, I guess.

I'm going down

to take a closer
look at these ships.

Looks like a screen
of 12 destroyers.

Repeat. 12 destroyers...

four cruisers.

Can't tell if they're heavy.

Those zeros want to play now.

Here.

Hello, Rover.

This is John Paul.

Get back into those clouds.

Get back and stay there.

That PBJ is no match for zeros.

Stay undercover.

Thanks, Rock,

but we've got to
take a closer look

at this big boy.

This is the biggest
boy I've ever seen.

Looks like a floating island.

It's four city blocks long,

and it's got 12 big guns.

They look like 18-inchers.

What was the name of
that oversized tub

the Japs built?

The Yamato?

This could be it.

The Yamato. 80,000 tons.

Do you hear me?

We read you, Rover.

If this baby comes
your way, look out.

Excuse me.

I'm going to be a trifle busy.

Rover.

Rover, come in, Rover.

Paul.

The Yamato, four cruisers,

and 12 tin cans.

That's a lot of firepower.

We can't be sure
it's aimed at us.

They could be escorting the
Yamato to another base.

Truk or Pelaki-shima.

But they're not.

That task force is
aimed for Levu Vana.

That's right, Egan.

It ties up with their
maximum effort

to defend that island.

If they finish that airfield

and put heavy bombers on it,

they'll control the whole area.

Gavabutu will become untenable.

Eventually we'll have to move

out of Toulebonne.

Skyhook in reverse.

That task force is
headed this way.

Mac, Gottlieb gave us five days

of good weather?

Yes, sir.

What do you estimate
the steaming time

from Titan to Levu Vana?

They can't come on very fast.

They've got to work their way

through the Windard Straits.

Four days.

With a little push,

we can launch our amphib assault

in 48 hours.

When we're covering the landing,

who takes care of
this Jap fleet?

Our ships will just
have to do double duty.

Establish the beachhead

and put back to sea

and meet the new threat.

Do we have a chance to stop it?

We can try.

Tuthill, you'll take over

as chief of staff.

Sir,

how shall I list Captain
Eddington's flight?

I have to account for the plane.

List it as an
authorized mission.

Do you want to make
a recommendation

for Captain Eddington?

He deserves a Medal of Honor.

Maybe, but Paul wasn't
hunting medals.

No, no recommendation.

Anything new on the
Jap fleet, Tut?

No, nothing. A blank.

Maybe they're not
headed this way.

Well, let's keep
reconnaissance busy anyway.

They're not going around
the outer islands.

They're headed for
the Pala Passage.

It looks like they'll
run it at night.

With that size fleet?

Those waters are
uncharted shoals.

The Japanese Navy has a habit

of doing the impossible.

How wide's the narrowest
part of the straits?

20 miles. 10 miles
show a deep channel.

I want those 10 miles mined.

Mines won't stop her.

She carries a 16-inch
armor plate.

But we might nail

some of the escort vessels.

Send the PT boats
with the mine layer.

They're maneuverable
in the shoal waters.

They'll get their licks in

while the Japs are
tangled in the mines.

Rock.

In the morning...

what's it like...

surface battle?

Like any other battle, I guess.

Maybe a little noisier.

I'm so scared...

my bones are clicking

like dice on a Reno crap table.

I should be back in Hollywood

sitting in front of a typewriter

making all this up for a movie,

not living it.

All battles are
fought by scared men

who'd rather be someplace else.

Does that include admirals?

Yes.

Admiral, another 30 minutes

and they tangle with
the mine field.

Jere?

Loosen up, Jere.

Skipper,

if I let you down,

will you please shoot me?

Sure.

Doing real good out
in the mine field.

Here we go.

Skipper!

Take over the helm.

Move!

Stand by to torpedo!

Throw 1!

Throw 2!

We got them!

We got them again!

Aah!

Plot.

Roger. Give it to me.

First reports, Admiral.

Two destroyers hit by mines.

One destroyer
torpedoed by boats.

What?

Repeat.

One mogami-class cruiser hit
and dead in the water, sir.

That's cutting
them down to size.

Casualty report?

Do you have anything
on casualties?

Not yet, sir.

Casualty report on
the PT boats, Rock.

Signal the destroyers.

Lay smoke screen and attack.

This is plot.

Go, babies, go!

Stand by to commence firing.

All guns,

three rounds rapid fire salvo.
Now!

OK!

Fire!

The Yamato came through.

Signal all ships to
make flank speed.

Steer evasive course as planned.

Admiral, you're wanted in plot.

They're getting out of range!

Signal a 50-degree
turn to starboard.

Signal a 50-degree
turn to port.

All guns to fire at the turn.

Bridge!

Bridge.

The captain's dead.

All dead.

What do I do, sir?

Stand by!

I'm taking over the bridge.

I'll pass course and speed.
Mac!

Sir!

Aah!

Sir!

She's breaking up, sir!

The ship is breaking up, sir!

Abandon ship!

Nurse.

Nurse.

Maggie! Maggie! He spoke.

He said nurse.

Rock?

Rock?

Can you hear me, Rock?

Maggie.

Where...

You're on a hospital ship

bound for Pearl Harbor.

We arrive there in the morning.

But what...

You better let me
do the talking.

You've been asleep a long time,

almost three weeks.

You were badly wounded...

shell fragments...

but you're going
to be all right.

What's that tent for?

That's the worst of it, Rock.

You've lost your left leg.

Egan?

Egan was killed.

Tuthill?

All of them, except
Mac McConnel.

He saved you... got
you onto a life raft

before the ship sank.

He's here. You can
see him tomorrow.

I've got to know. I...

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Your hands?

Burned, sir. But
they'll be OK.

Thanks for looking
after me, Mac.

Actually, the crew
looked after both of us

until a tin can picked us up.

Gregory, beachhead,

wiped out?

No, sir.

The Japs are boxed
up on the island.

The Yamato didn't come on.

It hightailed it back
through the passage.

Why? We were licked,
weren't we?

Good morning, sir.

Stand easy.

You're a hard man to kill,

aren't you, Admiral?

It seems so, sir.

But I got my command

shot to hell without
any trouble.

You feel you've betrayed
them by staying alive?

Something like that.

Seven ships sacrificed.

Make a fancy court-martial.

He's still doped up?

A little, sir.

Let me straighten
you out, Admiral.

The battle in Pala Passage

was a decisive victory.

Skyhook's on its way.

The Japs can't stop it.

You're flying to the States.

They'll stick a peg leg on you

and ship you back.

You'll stump your way to Tokyo

with the rest of us,

only from the deck of a ship

as task force commander.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Go back to sleep.

Aye, aye, sir.

You've got your orders.

Go to sleep.

Maggie.

I'll be here, Rock.