All language subtitles for Gift Horse (Bennett, Compton 1952)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_ENh

[music playing]

[ship's bell ringing]

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
Ship's company, halt!

You call that a destroyer?

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
Right, turn!

Looks more like
Medici power station.

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
Keep silent!

By the left, face!

Ship's company present
and correct sir.

Ship's company, standard pace!

Here Fanny, take a signal
to Winston Churchill...

three so-called destroyers
in them there islands.

You've been done, mate.

No politics on an
empty stomach please.

Got any guff on
the skipper, Stripey?

A dugouts, so the buffer reckons.

A bit rigid by all accounts.

She'll be nasty with
a bit of sea running.

Yes, all of these rookies
are in for a fine time.

That includes me, guns, and I'd

rather not be reminded of it.

Seasickness?

Merely a question of relaxation.

Famous last words doc?

Ship's company, hup!

OFFICER OF THE DECK:
Attention on deck.

Stand easy please.

My name is Fraser.

I shan't keep you long tonight.

But as this is the first time we
meet as a full ship's company,

there are a few points to be made.

This ship is the United States
Navy destroyer Whittier.

She is one of the 50 destroyers
the Americans are lending us,

and we have been
sent here to man her.

Lieutenant Commander Carson
and his officers and men

will do everything they can
in the shortest possible time

to show us the ropes.

We are going to work very hard.

We have a job to do in
the fighting of this war,

and the sooner we are
doing it the better.

There's just one other thing.

This ship, as you may know,
has been laid up and sealed

off for a number of years.

And, quite plainly,
she is no longer young.

However, at this stage
in the proceedings

she is worth her
displacement in gold.

With that in mind, it
may be worth remembering

the usual old saying "never
look a gift horse in the mouth."

Finally, I'm glad
to welcome you here.

Carry on, First Lieutenant.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Aye aye sir.

Ship's company, hup!

Fall out the officers.

Mach before please chiefs.

Yeah, I know...

fall out the privileged
classes, remain

to work yourselves to death.

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
You all heard

what the captain had to say,
and you all know what it means.

No laughing about, no
skylarking, and no playing

games on the upper deck.

- Ship's company, left turn!
- Number one.

Sir!

The next time you report the ship's

company present and
correct, see that they are.

The majority of those men
are improperly dressed.

Aye aye sir.

[steam siren]

It's like a herd of cattle, we are.

And I'll make sure
he doesn't pick on me.

Write your MP about it.

No use, he's a Tory.

Hmm, where do we go from here?

Ugh!

Oh, thanks for the lift.

Don't mention it.

See you later.

Oh, sure.

Who's the midget?

I don't know... new boy I think.

Came along at last
draft this morning.

Cut the cackle and get below.

And you, Daniels...
square your cap off.

Service regulations
article number 174(3)(a)...

caps are to be worn
square on the head

so that no hair is moved.

PETTY OFFICER OF THE
WATCH (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):

Now hear this, now hear this.

All hands lay aft to the fantail.

All British ratings
report to the mess decks.

You know, I envy you commander.

Must be fine to have a whole
crew with combat experience.

I've got a hundred men
in the ship's company.

Only four officers and 14 ratings

have been to sea before.

I'd heard you British were scraping

the bottom of the barrel, but...

We are.

As a matter of fact,
that's why I'm here.

[steam siren]

Aren't you being a
little modest, commander?

In old age, I mean.

No, they belong to the
last war... commonly

known as Squeak and Wilfred.

No, I've been on
the beach since '32.

I was dug out, as we say,
when the war started.

Since then, I've been
sailing a stone frigate.

Stone frigate?

Shore establishment.

Ordinary Seaman Flanagan, Sir.

Chief said I should
report to you for duties

as Captain's servant.

Are you trying to be funny?

No, sir.

That's what he told me, sir.

Say, you are an American.

No, I come from Ireland.

I see.

And what part of Ireland
are you from, Flanagan?

Chicago?

How long have you been
in the Royal Navy?

Four Four months, Sir.
I enlisted in London.

CAPTAIN DAVID G.
WILSON: Enlisted, huh?

Well, you certainly ought to feel

at home on an American ship.

Yes, Sir.

Very well, Flanagan.

I'm glad to have you aboard.

Thank you, Sir.
I'm glad to be aboard.

PETTY OFFICER OF THE
WATCH (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):

Now sweepers, man your brooms.

Clean sweep down, fore, and aft.

You know, in a lot
of ways I wouldn't

mind changing places with him.

I must have cursed this
old bucket a hundred

times since I took it over.

And now I...

I think I know what you mean.

Well, I'll say one
thing for you British,

Commander... you certainly
don't waste much time.

We haven't got much time.

[music playing]

What's our position, pilot?

I'll get a fix, Sir.

Brown, I know where we
are and so should you.

Next time I ask that question
I want a proper answer.

Aye aye, sir.

Midships, steer 082.

HELMSMAN: Midships,
steer 082, sir.

Take over number 1.

Let me know when you
sight the convoy.

Aye aye, sir.

I wish he wouldn't make me
feel so conscious of being

a Saturday night sailor.

He seems to think I'm not trying.

I guess those wavy stripes
of yours get in his hair.

Starboard 15!

HELMSMAN: Starboard 15, sir.

I'm afraid he doesn't think
much of me as a number 1.

- No.
- No, I've counted.

There aren't enough
ships to go around

and have command of my own.

Midships, steer 096.

HELMSMAN: Midships...

Why don't you turn over now.

He wants me to plot the
latest u-boat dispositions.

I never get a minute of peace.

It's worse than being
a school master.

Is that what you were?

Among other things.

Journalism, advertising,
civil service...

a sort of rolling stone.

Uh-huh.

NAVIGATOR: Convoy on
the starboard bow, sir.

Very good!

Captain, sir.

Yes?

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Convoy sighted

- on the starboard bow, sir.
- Very good, number 1.

I'll come up.

130 revolutions.

Did you get a starsight
this morning, Grant?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

I said 130 revolutions.

Now.

910 revolutions a minute, sir.

That can't be right.

She'll take off at that speed.

She'll only do 400 all out.

Try again.

I'll tell you when.

With better engines than
this dragging [inaudible]

Now!

Keep well up.

Visibility's dropping.

Not a gale warning, sir.

Why have the engines stopped?

Now what is it?

Cut the steam!

Pressure's gone, sir.

Take over Morgan.

Stop everything except
the auxiliaries.

Any report from the engine room?

Chief's coming up
from the bridge, sir.

Senior officer, sir...

- why stopped?
- Very good.

Make back...

Another one just coming
through from him now, sir!

Difficult to read his light.

What's the trouble, chief?

A joint burst in main steam pipes.

I can't move the engines
until it's repaired.

Senior officer again,
sir... if delay is serious,

proceed independently
to London directly.

Your present position is...

I'm afraid we couldn't
read any more, sir.

- Very good, yeoman.
- Number 1?

Sir?

Secure all movable
gear, rig extra lifelines,

- check all hatches and scuttles.
- Aye aye, sir.

Think you can fix it, chief?

Well, we can fix it all right, sir.

But it'll take time.

[snoring]

Come on now mates!

Rise and shine!

Starboard watch close up.

Come on out and catch
a breath of fresh air.

It'll do you a world of good.

How long before we get
on an even keel sway?

Probably four miles, I reckon.
Come on!

Come on!

Pork chops and pickles for lunch!

Now, now then... as long you
don't you bring up that little

odd green in your throat.

You'll never get it
down again if you do.

Come on now, boy.
Starboard watch on deck.

The doctor...

I want the doctor.

She goes on much
longer like this, sir,

the ruddy turbines will
tear themselves loose.

How's it going?

We've nearly fixed
the steam pipe, sir.

Every time she hits a wave
she springs a fresh leak.

There's one in the stern gland now.

Pumps won't get to it.

Put extra hands onto baling.

Open your eyes.

Oh, now!

I wish I could be
sitting down and get

a bit of blooming peace.

[wind blowing]

Up you go with it.

Ugh.

[engines starting]

Well, now perhaps we
can get some peace.

Number 1.

Sir?

Exercise action stations.

Aye aye, sir.

[action stations alarm]

Oh, blimey!

Dumb action, dust catching,
worse than Beecham's Pills

this is!

[seagulls]

Now then wait for it,
wait for it... mail's up!

Have you ever put into
London Deli before, sir?

Yes, once... in '29.

Oh, I've been there several times.

It's... well, it's not what
you'd call a Matlow's paradise.

I thought that
anything you asked for,

Guns, was a dodge ball.

Oh, that's certainly nonsense.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm just going out to
inspect the liberty men.

Oh, number 1?

Sir?

I'll take a look around first.

Eye aye, sir.

Pass the vinegar, somebody.

Come on you shore going Romeos.

It's Saturday.

Us workers want to
get in our haystacks.

Oh, shut-up.

Oh, bug up.

YN2 Charville!

Here, here I am [inaudible]

[interposing voices]

Will you listen to this.

I've taken in a lodger
to help with the rent.

Well, I've got to go and get
his hot water bottle now,

so I'll leave you.

Love, Elsie.

I'm not so sure I like that.

I've never had no hot water
bottle over the 20 years

we've been married.

You haven't been around
long enough you dirty old man.

[laughter]

For crying out loud.

What's the matter now?

Another strike fizzled out?

Yeah, it's this jersey.

I can't get it on.

Why don't you plan
a clover, you twerp.

Have you got a skirt?

Don't be daft.

It's from my mom.

Our managing director says life

must be very exciting
aboard a modern dreadnought.

Dreadnought?

Hey, Stripey!

You know that girl
I told you about?

The one that works in
the milk bar at Plymouth.

Oh, yeah.

She says she will.

Will?

Will what?

Marry me, dope.
That's her.

Blimey, what a chassis.
[whistles]

Yeah.

You know, she's won
12 beauty contests.

So that's why he's big-eyed
joining the Royal Navy.

What a bloke would do in
order to be near that woman.

And all he goes through for it.

What does it get him?

No hot water bottle.

[laughter]

[seagulls]

SAILOR 1: Gun check!

SAILOR 2: This gun's on safe!

[ship's whistle]

OFFICER OF THE DECK (OVER LOUD
SPEAKER): Hear, hear there!

All leave is canceled!

All hands to standby to clean ship!

[interposing voices]

If he thinks he's going to
get me working on Saturday

afternoon, he's crazy!

I guess the First Lieutenant didn't

think she had enough glamor.

It's not the jimmy,
it's the skipper.

I don't care who it is.

They've got no right to do it.

We ought to be allowed
to take the afternoons

off when in harbor.

All overtime in lieu thereof?

Ship clean number 1?

You have a ready
wit Sub Lieutenant.

When I was a boy seaman we had
a skipper who used to inspect

the ship with white gloves on.

Sure, in peacetime.

But this man doesn't only
want the old bucket shipshape.

He expects it to be dry cleaned.

Can you imagine
being married to him?

He must drive his wife crazy.

His wife, number 1, was killed
in an accident two years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, you weren't to know.

Well, I still don't see
the point in running everyone

ragged the first day in harbor.

The point is, number 1,
the captain was quite right.

The ship wasn't clean
except for the engine room.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: All
right, carry on please, chief.

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
Aye aye, sir.

Carry on leading hands.

Liberty men!

Front rank, right turn!

Left wheel rank, march!

Rear rank, right turn!

Left wheel rank, march!

Number 1?

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Sir?

I've told you before.

Our liberty men are
not smart enough.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: They've had
a pretty rough fortnight, sir.

All the more reason to
keep them up to the mark now.

Sir, in my experience,
these sort of men

have done pretty well
in action so far.

Surely, that's the main thing.

The main thing, number
1, is that my orders

are to be obeyed.

Aye aye, sir.

Pipe.

[PIPING THE LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
ASHORE]

[motorboat engine]

[seagulls]

[knocks]

CAPTAIN: Come in please.

Lieutenant Commander Fraser, sir.

All right, thank you.

This way, sir.

That'll be the skipper
of the fourth final fliver.

Who?

Him?

The one who get lost?

Yeah.

Careless, very careless.

I want to know
what happened to you.

I was diverted to
go and look for you.

Engine trouble I'm afraid.

Well, sit down, sit down.

Thanks.

Good to see you again.

It's quite a coincidence.

Yes, quite.

No, I'm all right thanks.

I was delighted to hear
you were back in uniform.

Let's see, how long is it now?

Since my court martial?

Eight years.

Eight years.

On the 9th of December.

Makes you realize we're
all getting on, doesn't it?

How's that boy of yours?

Oh, he's quite a big chap now.

He'll soon be leaving school.

And what have you been
doing all this time?

I've been building boats.

Oh?

The first wants of
civilian life and all that.

Hmm, it wasn't quite like that, no.

I've got a cousin.

He's got a boat yard
on the Isle of Wight.

Oh.

What about a drink?
Gin?

LT CMDR HUGH ALGINION
FRASER: Fine, thanks.

PETTY OFFICER OF THE
WATCH (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):

Watch keeper, liberty
men, fall in...

What sort of officers have you?

Oh, first rate.

I have a Canadian number 1 who's
very popular with the crew.

What's your ship like?

What do they call them?

Four pipers?

Yes, four pipers
amongst other things.

Well, here's to the future, Hugh.

Thanks.

I'm sure we can get
on all right together.

I certainly hope so.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Skull?

I have.

Cheers.

Down the hatch.

[whistle]

Action stations.

Gin and lime, please.

Bright smiles everybody.

Say, are you alone by any chance?

Yes.

You wouldn't care
to join the convoy?

Thank you.

Not particularly.

You fellow have no
finesse... that's your trouble.

And what do you do?
Drop depth charges?

But you a quid you can't get
her to have a drink with you.

I'm not in the mood.

Two quid?

I'll make it three.

Well, let's make
it a fiver, shall we?

All right.

Get your money ready, suckers.

[music playing]

It would give me a great deal
of moral satisfaction, ma'am,

if you would have a drink with me.

Thanks, all the same.

I have one.

No, I mean another.

I never have more than one gin.

Oh, well, what about a chaser?

I love a glass of water.

I don't think they'd swallow that.

Water's is so tasteless, isn't it?

How much did you bet?

Bet?

Pretty obvious, isn't it?

One look at your friends is enough?

Friends?

Yes, in the members stand.

Oh, them.

Oh, that's nothing.

They, uh... it's just they haven't

seen a white woman in months.

My mother told me never
to talk to strange men.

Very right and proper too.

And what did your father tell you?

Being an admiral,
he's a man of few words.

[clearing throat]

Look, I know a place where
a fiver would buy champagne,

soft lights, sweet music,
and the biggest steak

this side of Montreal.

Suddenly, I find you
quite irresistible.

Oh, it's the Canadian influence.

No... the steak.

[cash register ring]

and McConalogue's electric
saloon is proud and honored

to welcome you to his portals.

Now, walls have ears, and I know
I mustn't ask any questions.

But sure I don't have to.

I've only to look at
the gleams in your eyes

to know that you've been performing

some dangerous mission on
the broad Atlantic Ocean.

Have you?

Well, if you really want to
know mate, we're survivors.

Survivors?

Glory be.

Drinks on the house of McConalogue.

[clamoring excitement]

Is there any truth in
them terrible rumors about...

cannibalism?

Cannibalism?

Yes, on rafts adrift
with no victuals?

I wish you had
mentioned that, mate.

Brings back horrible memory...

something that happened
to my cousin, Burt.

Dear, oh dear.

Drink up.

Have another.

Tell me more.

Nasty smell around here.

Old food, like something's burning.

"Shall we draw straws?"

And when I was sure that
Burt's got the short straw

and he's the one that be it,
I says to him, "Burt," I says,

"you have to admit we've
done it the sporting way."

You don't mean that...

Lasted us all the
way to the Azores.

He's a bit stringy, Burt
was, but he was sustaining.

Lordy be.

Funny thing too.

We used to complain
about his liver.

Something men will take pills
by the thousands he did.

And yet three days
after we finished

him, we where still trying to beat

his liver to death with an oar.

Yeah, what do you
make of their skipper?

The 2 and a 1/2 ringer?

Yeah.

He couldn't keep a tram
on a straight course.

She's full of rookies!

There ain't a sailor amongst them.

What odd luck.

Here's for the so-called ship.

She might as well be broke up.

Scrap heap!

From what they tell me, the
same goes for the skipper.

[laughter]

[trumpet playing]

What'll you have, bud?

Pint of black and tan.

Pint of black and tan!

BARTENDER: Coming up sir!

How much is that?

One for 70 sir.

So, I understand you
don't like our skipper, heh?

That's right.

Ugh!

Oh!

[fighting]

Fight!

Fight!

Brothers, don't fight
amongst yourselves!

Brute force never
got anybody anywhere!

Oh!

Hard time gentlemen?

Please.

[shattering bottles]

[airplane]

Able Seaman Daniels.

Able Seaman Daniels, sir,
requests for extra pay.

What for Daniels.

Some of helped to bale out water

in the stern gland compartment
on the way across, sir.

What's that got to do with it.

Kings Regulation
Admiralty Instruction,

Volume 1, Article 1635(e), sir.

"Extra pay at rate side down
shall be made to all persons

whatever their rating
employed in scraping,

repainting, or other laborious
work in the following confined

spaces...
Keep silence!

The stern gland compartment's
on the next page, sir.

What were you in
civil life, Daniels?

Trade union organizer, sir.

I see.

You were pretty
good at it, were you?

Well, I hope you'll be equally
successful in the Royal Navy.

Don't forget that there are
certain differences, will you?

Very well.

Request granted in
accordance with King's

Regulations and Admiralty
Instructions, Article 1635(e).

Request granted.

About turn!

Return to the table!

Salute the captain!

Now don't you go
forgetting that again.

Left turn!

Stand up straight man!

Now wait for it... double march!

Ruddy sea lawyer.

The rest before to serve from
Saturday night's fight ashore.

Carry on please.

Ordinary Seaman Flanagan!

Off caps!

Ordinary Seamen Flanagan,
sir, was guilty of an act

to the prejudice of good order
and Naval discipline in that he

did create a disturbance on shore,

namely by fighting in
McConalogue's Electric Saloon,

Londonderry, being apprehended
by the naval patrol at 21:17

on the 28th of September.

What was all this
fighting about Flanagan?

Anything to say?

No, sir.

I will not have the
ship given a bad name.

14 days leave stopped.

14 days.

OFFICER: Able Seaman Wood!

Place lookouts in the
crows nest and the eyes

of the ship's hub.

Tell them to keep silence on deck.

Report at once if
anything's sighted.

Aye aye, sir.

I'll be in the chart house.

Boatswain's mate.

BOATSWAIN'S MATE: Sir?

Pipe all lookouts close
up, keep silence on deck.

BOATSWAIN'S MATE: Pipe
all lookouts closed

up, keep silence on deck.

Have you any idea what we're
supposed to be looking for?

Oh, yes sir.

Two merchant ships...
convoy stragglers.

Thanks.
It does help to know.

Hello.

Any pings?

No sausage.

I thought I had a whole
bloody wolf pack just now.

Turned out to be a
shoal of tired fish.

I didn't bring my tackle.

This is their problem course, sir.

We should be there in about
5 minutes dead on time.

The question is are they
early or are they late.

You mean because of the fog, sir?

Mhm.

What if we circle til it clears?

We're fairly sure to find them.

That means risking a collision.

We could turn onto
their course, sir.

If we're ahead of them
on the same course,

we'll never see them at all.

Safer to turn and meet them.

But we might pass them in this fog

and they carry on and
leave us miles astern.

They're stragglers.

They're bound to be late.

We'll go back along their
course for two hours then turn.

Plot that please pilot.

Speed... 8 knots.

Yes, sir.

The mastermind has spoken.

Let's hope he's right.

LOOKOUT: Bridge, explosion
dead astern, sir!

Right!
Shall we turn, sir?

[explosion]

Five miles.

Yes, please.

Starboard 20!

HELMSMAN: Starboard 20, sir.

20 of starboard we're on, sir.

[music playing]

LOOKOUT: Bridge!

Ship bearing red port-o, sir!

Right!

Signal merchant ship, sir.

Very good, bring her around.

Port 20!

HELMSMAN: Port 20, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS Midships!

HELMSMAN: Midships, sir.

Steady!

- Slow ahead boat.
- Ask him who he is.

Aye, sir.

What ship are you?

NETHERLANDS CAPTAIN:
Netherlands [inaudible]

bound for Liverpool.

That's one of them, sir.

I have orders to escort you
as far as the North Channel.

Have you seen Bostonian?

NETHERLANDS CAPTAIN: Bostonian
torpedoed at 02:45, position

55, 40 North, 21, 50 West.

Regret master and 19 lost.

Eight survivors on board,
three badly injured.

Urgently require doctor, please.

Number 1, standby to slip sea boat.

- Aye aye, sir.
- Doctor.

Sir?

Do your best.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS
Boatswain's mate!

BOATSWAIN'S MATE: Sir?

LT RICHARD JENNINGS
Away sea boats crew!

BOATSWAIN'S MATE: Away
sea boats crew, sir.

[seagulls]

How they brought the good news
from that Derry to Davenport.

Oh, give it a rest.

Let's face it, it
isn't exactly what

you might call a success story.

Oh, you've got to take
the rough with the smooth.

Things like the Bostonian
doing are happening every day.

Oh, sure, sure.

What's one merchant ship
and 20 live between friends?

That isn't a very
nice thing to say.

It's not a very nice
thing to have happen either.

We should have turned
onto their course.

Aren't you being rather
wise after the event?

Well, maybe I am.

But I still say the
man's impossible.

You're entitled to your
own opinion about that.

Personally, I'm prepared
to give a man like Fraser

the benefit of the doubt.

Well, I'm not.

Especially if he's
my captain, number 1.

Liberty men ready
for inspection, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS
All right, chief.

[inaudible] and ask how'd you do?

I must say, first job we get we end

up losing the merchant packet.

That's the Navy for you.

Aw, pipe down.

He's right, you know.

I heard them arguing.

If we'd done what the jimmy wanted,

we'd have of saved the
Bostonian and most likely

got the u-boat as well.

You and that box of tricks
of yours was a lot of use.

SAILOR: Get your fingers out!

Here comes the Swiss Navy!

[angry commotion]

SAILOR: Don't you come near us!

[angry commotion]

It was my fault. I
made the wrong decision.

I shouldn't have assumed that
stragglers would be late.

If I'd turned the other way, I...

No point left.

But on the basis of the facts
you've stated here, I think...

well, of course,
in the circumstance

it's quite possible I should have

made the same decision myself.

But it's just
unfortunate these things

should have happened now.

And the admiral's
likely to be sticky one.

PETTY OFFICER OF THE
WATCH (OVER LOUD SPEAKER):

hands to breakfast and clean.

All I know it's not your fault,

but we simply cannot afford to
put out blacks like we used to.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

BOTH: Thank you.

So I said I don't
care if you've been

at sea for the last six years.

You keep your hands to yourself.

Good for you.

Pardon me.

The language... there was Brad Blue.

Pardon me.

Off with you.

Yes sir, what would you like, sir?

Some information.

Toasted or plain?

[giggles]

No, I'm looking for Marge.

Oh, you must be Flanagan, the Yank.

That's right.

And you're Glad, huh?

She wrote me about you...

that you're the life
and soul of the party.

Oh go on, I wouldn't say that.

Well, she told you we're
going to get married.

Yes, she um...

she didn't mention it.

Well, look, why don't you sit down.

I'll get you a nice
cup of tea, hey?

Coffee.

Oh, you Americans... you do
like your coffee, don't you?

Yeah, if it's all
the same with you.

It's all the same with me.

It all tastes the
same in this joint.

One cafe ole.

What am I going to tell him?

Well, I don't know.

COOK: One coffee ole coming up.

Sure is pretty.

Mhm, yeah.

[car horn]

All right.

Come on, let's have it.

Well Yank, you better
take a deep breath.

She's gone off with someone
in the black market.

Go on, drink your coffee.

Looks like I need
something a little stronger.

You know the trouble with women?

Yeah, men.

I'm through with them, I
tell you... absolutely through.

I know just how you feel.

I'm through with men.

And that's the last double crossing

dame who's going to have a
chance to take me for a ride.

What are you doing tonight?

Tonight?

It's my afternoon off.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Aunt Jones been knitting
herself into a stupor.

How is she?

She's very well.

And school?

All right.

I've been doing an evening
course in navigation.

Wouldn't it be wiser to
stick to your own studies?

Well, this war might go
on for a long time yet.

Mightn' it?

Yes, it might.

Well, when it gets around to...

You want to join the Navy.

Is that it?

Well...

Well, John you... you really must

get out of that habit of starting

every sentence with "well."

Sorry.

You see, the plain fact of the
matter is that now your away

I get down lonely.

You've got your school
friends, haven't you?

They're not the same.

That's why I want to
volunteer for the Navy now.

Now?

But you're only 16.

Oh, 17 next April.

I've got it all worked out.

All I have to do is to put up
my age, and don't you see it?

No.

You now what I feel
about the service.

You mean it's like a woman.

You would love her and
hate her same time.

Hmm, yes.

You wanted to go back
to sea, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Dad.

Who is Dave Wilson?

Did your mother tell you about him?

No, but Aunt Joan said
something about him...

said I was never to
mention him to you.

Something about a collision.

What exactly happened?

I was held responsible
for a collision

in which we were both
involved, and then I

resigned from the service.

Were you responsible?

Let us just say, John,
that Dave Wilson would

have made a brilliant lawyer.

I see.

Well... you've got me
doing that thing now.

But it's quite a coincidence
as a matter of fact

because Dave Wilson's here.

He's my boss.

He's Captain D of the flotilla.

[inaudible] It's
all well, isn't it?

All right, and what about
the other half of this, hmm?

What?
Of lemonade?

[music playing]

Why are we tailing Charlie again?

This makes three nights in a row.

Some armchair strategist in
Whitehall had a theory that

a u-boat on the surface might
shadow a convoy and signal

ahead to its playmates.

How stupid can they get?

LOOKOUT: Bridge!

Submarine on the port beam, sir!

[action stations alarm]

U-boat sir, red 150!

Hard to port!

HELMSMAN: Hard to port, sir!

Target u-boat, red 150!

YEOMAN: Target
u-boat, red 150!

LT RICHARD JENNINGS
Load, load, load!

YEOMAN: Load, load, load!

She's diving, sir!
They've seen us!

LT CMDR HUGH ALGINION FRASER:
Standby depth charges!

[steam eruption]

- Has a steam pipe blown?
- No, sir!

It's the steam pipes!

It's blown!

LT CMDR HUGH ALGINION FRASER
(YELLING): Dammit now!

What's the matter with the engines!

What is it?

Starboard engine's
out of action sir!

And the port's a bit cheeky too!

There's no steam for hunting, sir!

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Depth charges, sir!

No!
We'll blow our own stern off!

And we're sitting target
if we hang about here!

Better rejoin the convoy!

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Aye aye, sir.

Try and cool it off.

Senior officer reports enemy
aircraft bearing 160, sir.

Action stations.

Aye aye, sir.

[action station alarm]

[inaudible] to starboard.

Enemy aircraft, green 80.

YEOMAN: Enemy
aircraft, green 80.

SAILOR 3: Green 20.

SAILOR 4: 30.

SAILOR 5: 40

Oh, there they are, sir!

Five of them!

Senior officer, sir...

take independent action
to protect convoy.

Very good.

[gun mount blasts]

Hard to starboard.

Pull ahead both.

HELMSMAN: Hard to starboard.

Pull ahead full sir.

Starboard engine's out of action.

Quite.

[aircraft engines]

- Open fire!
- Fire!

Commence!

Commence!
Commence!

[gunfire barrage]

[bombs dropping]

We're all famous!

Oh, Yank!

Good on you!

Another engine bites the dust!

Senior officer, sir...

my bird, I think.

Thank you for your help.

The lying...

He's the senior officer number 1!

This is the captain speaking.

We've destroyed our
first enemy aircraft.

And as soon as possible, I'll
see that we celebrate the fact.

Thank you.

[cheering]

Hard to port.

HELMSMAN: Hard to port, sir.

Stop port.

HELMSMAN: Stop port, sir.

All the truth, it
makes me feel almost too

embarrassed to enter harbor.

Harbor is better than none.

Oh, you mean the aircraft.

Half ahead, port.

Yes.

HELMSMAN: Half ahead, port, sir.

Midships!

HELMSMAN: Midships, sir.

We can always remember
it might have been worse.

Yes, but not much, sir.

Propellers fouled a boom, sir.

Stop port!
Who's up?

Appleby, sir.

[warning alarm]

From Drummer, sir...

pardon me, but your
slip is showing.

From Trigger, sir... don't look
now, but you're being followed.

And from Blaze, sir...

ta, da, da boom de-a.

Propellers fouled the boom, sir.

[clearing throat]

From top to bottom, it's just
one darn thing after another.

The ensign isn't close up!

There's too much
water in the bilges!

And now, we have to wait 10
days to get into dry dock!

And all because one blasted signal

was late he holds me responsible
for all the female morons

in the local encipher office!

Well, there's no need
to shout about it, man.

Now, don't you start.

I've had enough!

I'm putting in for a transfer!

Is that wise?

All right, so he'll
write me a stinker.

So what?

He's not the kind
of man to do that.

Come to think of it, you seem
to know an awful lot about him.

Well, I ought to.

I served with him
when he was a sub.

The point is, if you
put in for a transfer,

it's going to cause him a
great deal of discredit.

Oh, I don't necessarily mean today.

I'm going to hit a
man when he's down...

but moment things look up a little.

I tell you this.

He won't get another
chance to tick me off.

I'm going to run this
ship like a clock,

even if it has got a busted spring.

[typewriter]

Now look sis, reference 10...

will you leave that a
moment and listen to me?

Reference 1029...
oblique stroke, you know...

18 a.

About divers!

The point is the divers
arrived on board hours

before the signal said
they were coming aboard!

The result was a
blast from my captain

just in the place
where it hurts most.

I'm sorry, but I wasn't
the officer on duty.

Well, I'm annoyed, and very
unhappy, and terribly alone.

And what's the cypher
office going to do about it?

And when are you going
to have dinner with me?

CYPHER OFFICER: Sorry,
I'm on duty until 8:00.

Fine, I'll pick
you up at five past.

CYPHER OFFICER:
Aren't you rather

taking things for granted?

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Look, I
know a place where we can have

champagne, soft lights, sweet
music, and the biggest steak

this side of Montreal.

This is where I came in.

Don't look now, but I
think we're being followed.

Gosh, it's good to see you.

I thought you were in Derry.

JOAN: I was.

But this is terrific!

Let's have dinner tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Never mind.

Perhaps in some other life.

Thanks, pal.

How long you been here?

Three weeks.

Well, you must have seen us
cavorting about the harbor.

You should have let me know.

Why?

What's the matter?

- Aren't we friendly?
- No.

Aw, now look Joan, I'm sorry
about what happened in Derry.

But you're behaving like a
third officer in the ranks.

Have dinner with me tonight.

I promise my intentions
are strictly honorable.

That is, unless I'm given a choice.

Shall we say 7:00 o'clock?

We can discuss life
and things like that.

[piano playing]

Set 'em up, Ned.

All them muscles.

Quite deep, Fred.

No, don't let them go to your head.

Talk.

What's the matter with your upper?

Who?

Aw, don't check your notes.

Maybe he's all right.

Oh, I don't know about that.

He's been sitting there
the last couple of hours

brooding over some lover...

a girl, I suppose.

Maybe, maybe.

Go and ask him.

I'm serious.

He's making the whole
place miserable.

Go on.

Go on.

What's all the noise about?

Why don't you stop being
so pig-headed and wake-up

for yourself?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

What's the matter, mate?

My mum.

She's sick.

Serious?

Cancer.

Got a letter from
some ruddy doctor.

Needs an operation and I've
got to give him my permission.

What about you?

I'm all she's got.

Well, when is it?

Day after tomorrow.

She done everything for me.

Well, go and see her.

You can have talk with
her doc at the same time.

Oh yeah, sure, sure, sure.

How?

Put in for compassionate.

I'm not asking no favors
from no stinking officers.

It's not a favor, it's a right!

I'm not asking no
favors from that one!

So shot up about it, will you?

You know Glad, I've always
been sort of a lonely person.

Sounds silly I suppose,
but sailors usually are...

lonely, I mean.

Perhaps it has something
to do with the sea.

But that's why a guy like me needs

someone permanent in his life just

like a boat needs an anchor.

Oh, don't talk like that, yank.

What's this?

Don't say anymore.

That's a fine way to act just
because of agony doesn't mean

I'm trying to propose to you.

You're just sorry for me.

It's a bit we're both a
bit sorry for each other.

But we mustn't fool ourselves.

I mean, your you and an American.

And I'm me, and there's a war on.

And any other time you wouldn't
have looked at me twice.

I... well, I make you laugh,
keep your mind off the marches.

I still think you're cute.

I think you're cute too.

[celebratory commotion]

I was married in a church
over 20 years ago, I was.

Seems more like 30.

Uh-oh.

Hello, Dripper.

What's it look like?

I'd like to get my
hands on the bloke

who went to see the skipper.

I'll tell you.

Yeah, some nosey partner
couldn't mind his own business,

I suppose.

Everything OK, Dripper?

Yeah, she's fine.

They let me stay until she
was safe out of the operation.

First time I've ever
been in a plane.

Well, I suppose you want
me to say I was wrong

and how sorry I am.

Now, Now, don't be stupid mate.

You're a Seaman in the Royal Navy.

You've got your rights the
same as the rest of us.

Well, I am sorry, see.

Can't you give us some
idea of how long it'll take?

Well, we'll do our best, sir.

But unfortunately, your
ship isn't the only one

- that needs a refit.
- No, of course.

Well, thank you very much.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you look at these?

By the way, I saw
Admiral Bartlett yesterday.

It was a little difficult.

My mishandling of
the ship you mean?

No, no, no.

It's just that you had
an accident or two,

and he takes rather
dim view I'm afraid.

I see.

Of course, I made it
quite clear that the ship

was long overdue for a refit.

Perhaps he'd like to
come and see for himself.

No, he's had all defect lists.

But it's an awkward situation,
which brings me to my point.

The building program
has been stepped up.

There ought to be one or two
ships going in a month or so.

I should be able to
pull some strings.

Very considerate of you, sir.

But I'd prefer to stay where I am.

Good heavens, you'll
get a decent ship

and a chance of a fresh start.

I've already had one fresh start.

Frankly, I think
you're making a mistake.

One has to do what
one thinks is right.

Well, have it your own way.

I've done my best.

But if anything
else goes wrong, I...

well, if you change
your mind, let me know.

OFFICER: Any letters?
MAIL CLERK: Yes, sir.

[clock chimes]

- Thank you.
- Any for me?

No sir, but there's
a rating to see you.

You want to see me?

I was going to write, but
then I thought I'd better

come see you and explain.

There's no need
to explain anything.

Golly, thank heavens for that.

You look fine.

Well, I haven't got used to
all these tapes and things just

yet.

You know, this calls
for a celebration.

- Where would you like to go?
- Well, I don't mind.

Come along then.

I'll buy you your first tot.

And what of?

Not lemonade.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Starboard 15.

COXSWAIN: Starboard 15, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Midships!

HELMSMAN: Midships, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Steady!

HELMSMAN: Steady, sir.

Any contact?

No echo, sir.

Did the signal say what
the u-boat was up to sir?

No, but it'll be a mine layer.

To close to shore
to be anything else.

Where's that bank now pilot?

PILOT: It's near the port side.

We're in good 10 fathoms.

If they were laying
mines, I hope we can

pick them up on the [inaudible]

Too bad if we don't, sir.

LOOKOUT: Plane ticker,
sir, bearing red 55.

Stationary or moving?

LOOKOUT: Moving slowly right
to left, echo fading sir.

We don't want to go
any closer in shore.

- Got a fix pilot?
- Yes, sir.

LOOKOUT: Echo's stronger, sir.

Seems to be closing.

- Steady on red 45 sir.
- Loud speaker, please.

HELMSMAN: Loud speaker, sir.

Red 50 now, sir.

[sonar pings and echo]

How far can I hold
it to port, pilot?

30 degrees, sir.

That's safe for 10 miles.

Bring her round to
course 065 number 1.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Port 20!

COXSWAIN: Port 20, sir.

Midships steer 065.

COXSWAIN: Nothing
to port coxswain.

Midships, sir.

Steer 065.

HELMSMAN: Nothing to port, sir.

[sonar pings and echo]

What is that?

SONARMAN: Echo dead ahead, sir.

900 yards closing, sir.

Anything marked pilot?

No, sir.

[increasing sonar echos]

LOOKOUT: Bridge,
object dead ahead sir!

Hard to port!

Hard to port!

Hard to starboard!

[impact crash]

Stop boat.
COXSWAIN: Stop boat, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
A boatswain's mate!

BOATSWAIN'S MATE: Sir?

[telegraph bell]

LT CMDR HUGH ALGINION
FRASER: Coxswain,

tell the engineer officer
to report on the bridge.

COXSWAIN: Tell the
engineer officer

to report on the bridge, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Williams!

Bring an inspection light
on the ladder up the furrow!

WILLIAMS: Right!

[feet running on deck]

LT CMDR HUGH ALGINION
FRASER: Come in!

Yes, Grant?

That wreck this morning, sir...

I should have had it
marked on the chart.

She was sunk about a week
ago, and the position

was given in the notice
to mariners that I

got just before we sailed.

And why hadn't you plotted it?

I... have no excuse at all, sir.

You were on the bridge most
of yesterday, weren't you?

Yes, sir.

And you would have
marked the wreck as

soon as you had an opportunity.

Yes, and the charts are up to date

apart from the last batcher.

I'm very sorry, sir.

[door knocks]

Come in.

Just being your chars
up to date now, will you?

The wreck wasn't marked, sir.

Not marked?

No, sir.

Are you aware of the
gravity of that admission?

Yes.

Before you go any further, sir,

I should like to make quite
clear that I have the fullest

confidence in Lieutenant Grant.

And I accept full responsibility
for the safety of my ship.

Are we to understand that
you accept the full blame

for this accident?

That is correct, sir.

In other words Lieutenant
Commander Fraser,

you do not wish to plead ignorance

of the wreck's position
as an extenuating

circumstance in the inquiry?

Definitely not, sir.

That is all?

Yes, sir.

In that case, there's
nothing more to be said.

Very well, clear the court.

Well gentlemen, I suppose
we must accept the statement

that Lieutenant Commander Fraser is

fully responsible for
hazarding his ship.

Thank you.

Now Wilson, you've been his
senior officer for some time.

What are your views?

Well sir, ship's records
since he took her over hasn't

been anything to shout about.

But I think it's only fair to point

out that it's mostly been
a case of bad luck and not

bad judgment.

Either I'm afraid he can't put
forward that plea this time.

Spence?

Absolutely no doubt about it, sir.

Sheer negligence.

Oh, come Spence.

Don't let that be hasty.

After all, Fraser's
reputation's at stake.

Reputation?

Has a reputation?

What do you mean by that?

Oh, come now sir.

What about his past record?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid
I'm a little in the dark.

I think Commander Spence is
referring to an incident that

happened some eight years ago.

Good gracious Spence,
it's no concern of ours

what took place eight years
ago, nor for that matter

if the fellow chose to eat
peas off a knife at Dartmouth.

It's irrelevant and prejudicial
to the matter in hand.

I'm sorry, sir.

In any case, it seems to
me that Fraser's covering up

for his navigation officer,
who probably hasn't

got much experience anyway.

A lot of these wartime
officers arrive

in ships prematurely after a
very brief training period.

Wilson, I'm afraid
you're confusing the issue.

You're overlooking one vital fact.

And that is that
Lieutenant Commander

Fraser is entirely responsible
for the safety of his ship.

In my opinions sir, it's
a case for a court martial.

Wilson?

No, sir.

In my view, there has been no
negligence on Fraser's part.

That leaves the casting vote to me.

Yeah.

And they said, and what
have you got there?

He said, it's Ms.
Shirley's stuff.

His smell doesn't look like that.

Now ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to give you a toast!

Here, here!

To the proud parents.

If it's a boy, then here's to
his first pair of bell bottoms.

And if it's a girl, that
she's as sweet as her mother.

Love it up poor sailors
on a night like this.

[laughter]

I second that and checked it.

- Set apart the motion.
- I beg your pardon.

Anyway, I think it calls for
a reply How about it Glad?

Yeah, come on Glad.

Come on.

Well, I'd like...

You see, she's a bit upset.

We're going to have to
be separated for a while.

Oh?

Yeah, I've been worried with
all these raids and everything.

So I thought I'd
send her up to Exeter

- until after the child is born.
- Exeter?

Not a bad spot, heh?

No, you'll like that Glad.

And then yank can come up
and see you on the weekend

sometime.

Sure I will.

But it's just I was trying to say

thank you for a lovely party.

It's been a pleasure Glad.

Good luck.

I wonder how the
skipper's getting on.

Yeah.

Think we'll hear
anything about tonight?

I sure do... if it's bad news.

Nothing travels
faster than bad news.

Well come on, let's have another
drink while we're waiting.

Hey Mack, set them up again mate.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
It's come through!

Huh?

I don't know how, but
he's got away with it.

- No negligence.
- Oh, I'm glad for his sake.

Sure, we all are.

What's the matter now?

It's over.

That's all.

What do you mean?

He'll never keep me aboard now.

Oh.

I've built up quite a
picture of my versatile career,

haven't I?

All the experience I've had,
of what a clever fellow I am.

What you don't know is that
I've flopped at every single job

I've ever tried so far.

If there was one thing I wanted
to make a go of, it was this.

[door knock]
Officer of the day sir?

Yes?

- Captain's coming aboard now.
- Very well.

Don't mind, I'll go.

No, I'm duty boy.

- Evening Grant.
- Evening, sir.

Nice night.

Yes, sir.

You can tighten up your moorings.

Aye aye, sir.

[interposing voices]

Hey, give call!

Give call!
Everything's OK!

The skipper's got off!

Everything's all right, boys!

[interposing voices]

Ha, ha, ha.

You know what that means.

Yeah.

We go on acting wet nurse
to that floating atrocity.

SAILOR 3: She's got more harbor
time than the whole fleet

put together.

SAILOR 4: Proper HMS Wallflower.

Hey, Stripey.

If there was any justice,
they'd have beached him.

SAILOR 4: Yeah, not
to mention the crew.

Glad, you go back and
meet me at the milk bar.

Why?

What's the matter?

[fight bell]

[punches]

[fight bell]

You're not going to copy this time.

Oh, I wouldn't like
to be in your shoes.

Every column in the
book and a civil action

brought against you by
the landlord of the Golden

Bull for good measure.

Defaulters, attention!

Defaulters correct, sir.

Quiet a number of
them, sir, I'm afraid.

So I see.

They'll have to wait
till tomorrow, Coxswain.

I'm going ashore.

He went ashore at
10:00 this morning.

It's now way after 6:00.

He's probably telling
that little Santa

Spence what he thinks of him.

Yes, well that won't take him long.

Maybe he's had an accident.

[stairwell noise]

How have the mighty fallen.

I should have been on deck, sir.

Not at all.

Steward!

Large gins all around!

And put them down
to Mr. Appleby.

Let me remind you gentlemen
of their lordship's view

with growing concern the amount
of drinking in wardrooms...

don't approve of it at all.

Steward!

Yes, sir.

10 seconds... not good enough.

Gentlemen, I give you a toast.

Peace in our time.

Good night to you.

ALL: Good night, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Your hat, sir.

Oh, thank you number 1.

Thank you.

Good night!

I, Edward John Hardy, publican,

do herein after agree to
waive my claim for damages

against any member of the crew
of HMS Ballantrae, hereinafter

known as "the gift
horse," hereinafter to be

referred to as "the crew."

They must have been tight as
lords when they wrote this.

Furthermore, I undertake to welcome

any member of the
said crew to the said

pub at any and all times.

Given over my hand this
17th day of April, 1941.

Edward John Hardy.

Witness... Hugh Alginion Fraser.

Alginion.

[door knocking]

[coughing]

Thought you might
like some coffee, sir.

Oh, Flanagan.

Mr. Hardy tells me
that you tend to resent

adverse comment on my capabilities

and about the gift horse.

Well, sir, it was just that...

Never mind!

Never mind Flanagan!

I don't like it very much either.

(EXHAUSTIVELY) I don't
like it very much either.

Defaulters, attention!

Carry on with requestment please.

There are none this morning, sir.

- No one wanting a draft?
- No, sir.

All right, number 1.
I'll take defaulters.

All right, Coxswain.

Standard, pace!

Able Seaman Daniels... off, caps!

Able Seaman Daniels, sir...

1, did create a
disturbance on shore namely

by fighting in the
Golden Bull and being

apprehended by the naval patrol
at 21:40 on the 16th of April,

1941.

All right.

Anything to say?

No, sir.

One day's leave stopped.

One day's leave stopped?

(DISBELIEVINGLY) On, caps!

About, turn!

Uh... return to the table!

Salute the... as you were!

About turn!

Double march!

[depth charge explosions]

4:30 steady 140 revolutions.

COXSWAIN: 4:30, 14
0 revolutions, sir.

Any echo?
COXSWAIN: No, sir.

Lost contact, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: No
wreckage, no oil, no nothing.

Just silent sea.

And we were the first that ever

burst into that silent sea.

What's that?

It's ancient mariner.

Oh, yeah.

Echo bearing red 30, sir.

Very good!

Large hydrophone effect sir,
sounds like blowing tanks.

Bring all guns on bearing red 15.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Aye aye, sir.

All guns, lookout bearing red 15.

HELMSMAN: Bearing red 15, sir.

LOOKOUT: Bridge!

Submarine flying on
the port bow, sir!

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: All
guns, u-boat bearing red 10.

Open fire!

All guns, rapid independent!

Commence!
Commence!

Commence!

Eight gun won't fire, sir!

Eight gun won't fire, sir!

[machine gun fire]

Clear forecastle!

Standby to ram all engine rooms.

COXSWAIN: Standby to ram
all engine rooms, sir.

[crash]

That what's paid to
the Bostonian incident.

Stop boat.

COXSWAIN: Stop boat, sir.

[telegraph bell]

[cheering]

[ships horns]

I had a letter from
him this morning.

He's a midshipman now.

Is his really?

You must be proud of him.

I am.

Well, what I wanted
to talk about is this.

Commander Wharton's
being reappointed.

That means there's a
brass hat for somebody.

But... are you interested?

That's very kind of you sir.

You are not interested.

That's a pity.

Because there's a
consolation prize.

The Ballantrae is
going to be released

from group for special duties.

It's a job for young man.

Are you suggesting I'm too old?

No.

You want to go?

- Mhm.
- I thought you would.

What's in the wind?

Search me.

All I know is you've got to
report to the Admiral tomorrow.

And you may god Christmas
leave, by the way.

Right, sir.

Then that's goodbye
for the present.

Good luck.

Thank you.

NEWS ANNOUNCER (FROM
RADIO): In the south,

enemy raiders were turned back
before reaching the capitol.

There were sporadic raids in
the north with little damage

and no casualties.

A west country town
was also raided,

but damage and
casualties were slight.

Slight?
Holy mackerel.

If that was slight,
I'd hate to be there

when they really get going.

They have a go at you?

Not I. Up all night
I was in the truck.

Terrible mess.

[inaudible] to see it.

Hey yank!

Where are you going?

Do you think we ought
to try and stop him?

I never tried
stopping a steam roller.

I've seen blokes go adrift before.

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER: Now you
got seven days leave expiring

at midnight December 27.

Opposite watch goes on
leave at 0900 December 28.

So don't let me catch
any of you going adrift.

Left turn!

Right wheel oblique march!

Christmas at home, heh?

You lucky people.

Soon as have New
Year's Eve any time.

Yank, might be going as
well if only he'd waited.

Probably saving himself
three months in the rattle.

The big twerp.

[clanging]

How on earth are they
knocking down to of our funnel?

Whatever the job is,
they probably figure

it we'll be safe around a sail.

You're not looking
awfully well, old boy.

Hung over?

All the way over.

I thought, perhaps,
their might be some trouble

between you and June old boy.

No trouble old boy.

She's just turned me down.

That's all.

Oh, silly girl, I thought.

Plenty more like her in any case.

Oh, very funny!

Very funny!

We don't only have
hammering, we play

little games at breakfast time.

Darling, you don't
look awfully well.

I've already had that conversation.

We are in a bad mood
this morning, aren't we?

Why did you walk out
on me last night?

I couldn't stand it any more.

I've been played like
a trout for 14 months.

Well, you couldn't
look more like one.

You smell like one too.

[hammering]

Anything else?

Only this.

I don't think it's very
nice to propose to a girl

with an engagement ring in one hand

and a double gin in the other.

You were livid last night
because I didn't throw

myself in your arms
and say, darling,

I can't wait to marry you.

Point is, I can wait.

I can wait until you stop
taking me for granted.

So when you come around to it, just

send an uncoded signal
in plain language,

and I'll take it up
with the admiral.

Oh darling, in spite
of an all-time hangover,

I think you're wonderful.

Just call me "Alka-Seltzer."

COXSWAIN: I'm sorry to
interrupt this idyllic moment,

but the captain's
just coming on board.

This is Christmas,
not April Fools Day.

So help me, he may be on leave,

but he's also on the
gangway at this moment.

Where's my cap?

Hot tip.

You said it, brother.

When's the wedding?

Next week, sir.

Sudden death, huh?

Utility job at the registry office.

Oh, by the way, sir...
some Christmas cards

and telegrams came for you.

Oh, splendid.

You'll take Christmas rounds
yourself, sir, won't you?

I'd very much like too number 1.

Thank you.

Well, now.

Well now, what about another drink.

Darling, I should be [inaudible]

Oh, this time of
night you can't be...

No, it's my round, isn't it?
Steward?

STEWARD: Coming, sir.
- Your round is it?

- What'll you have?
- Oh.

On you?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Let's make it champagne, shall we?

Four ciders, please.

[interposing voices]

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER: Ready
for captain's rounds, sir.

What's that?
What's that?

The ship's company are ready
for captain's rounds, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Have a drink first.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

ALL: Happy Christmas.

Then men would appreciate
it, sir, if you'd bring

the lady down to the mess deck.

Certainly Chief, certainly.

ABLE SEAMAN DANIELS: We couldn't
get that in the mess at all.

ABLE SEAMAN WOOD:
Very kind of her.

ABLE SEAMAN DANIELS: I'm sure
we thank you very much, Miss.

ALL: Yes, yes.

[interposing voices]

Here you are Miss...

got a kick like a kangaroo.

Thanks.

Thank you.

ABLE SEAMAN DANIELS:
A beer, sir?

Thank you, Daniels.

Thank you, Daniels.

It's yours, sir.

All right, get cracky.

Oh, not me Stripey.

I'm not good at this sort of thing.

Aw, just imagine
you're on a soap box.

Now get on with it.

Well ladies and gentlemen...

I mean lady and gentlemen.

Well, here's to our
ship, the old gift horse,

and to our skipper.

Good luck, sir.

SAILOR 4: Good luck, sir.

Skip it up.

SAILOR 5: All the best,
sir, and Merry Christmas.

ABLE SEAMAN WOOD:
Come along, son.

The skipper won't eat you.

Hey, Drip.

This is Ordinary Seaman
Duncans, Adams' elite.

So you're the youngest in the ship?

Yes, sir.

How old are you Duncan?

17, sir.

I'd like to wish
you the best of luck.

Thank you, sir.

ABLE SEAMAN WOOD: Won't
you say a few words, sir?

ALL: Yes, go on.

Well, I'd like to give you
another toast to all those

who can't be with us today.

Our wives, our parents,
our absent friends

wherever they may be.

God bless them.

[interposing voices]

Merry Christmas, sir.

Blimey, she's had a facelift.

The old bag's lost
two of her chins.

ABLE SEAMAN DANIELS:
Six [inaudible]

ABLE SEAMAN WOODS: Aye aye...

tropical kit going aboard.
What's going on?

Blimey, what's mean?
Pacific?

North Pole more likely.

Stripey, look who's here.

Blimey.

Yank.

And although you
were told you could

not be granted special
leave, you chose to take it.

A man who breaks leave not
only lets down his ship,

he lets down his family.

They're the ones who are
suffer when his pay is stopped.

And your wife will need the
money badly at this time.

Has the child been born?

Yes, sir.

But they were both
killed in the bombing.

All right, number 1.

Put your cap on Flanagan.

Carry on.

We've been given another
little job to do.

It'll be more interesting
than some we've had

and certainly more exciting.

For that reason, every man
who goes will be a volunteer.

And I mean that in
the literal sense...

not that used by petty officers
when picking working parties.

Well that's all.

Carry on number I.

Aye aye, sir.

Ship's company, hup!

Carry on please, Chief.

Aye aye, sir!

Right, you all heard the
captain's little joke

about petty officers.

No harm in laughing.

Anyone who don't want to
volunteer come and see me.

All right, take aboard!
Carry on with your work!

I don't think there'll
be any non-staters, sir.

Good.

Oh, by the way, your
command come through...

a Canadian corvette I think.

Thanks for recommending me, sir.

Your relief's arrived
at Devonport barracks.

He should take over today.

Yeah.

He's going to be disappointed.

I'm sure he is.

Prepare ship for see
by 0400 tomorrow.

Aye aye, sir.

SPEAKER (ON PHONE):
Top secret, of course.

Yes, sir.

Time of origin...

14:25, stroke 12.

SPEAKER (ON PHONE): And
June, don't worry too much.

Very good, sir.

Bye.

Here it is...

one copy to go to
Lieutenant Commander Fraser.

Operation Boadicea.

Times like these I'm inclined
to agree that a woman's

place is in the home.

Lieutenant Jennings
to see you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ask him to come in please.

High, beautiful!

For a man whose been
married only two months.

I know.

Gosh, you look wonderful.

You're not supposed to barge
in here when I'm on duty.

Oh, have a heart.

I can't go all day
without seeing you.

It's asking too much.

I don't know what I
ever did to deserve you.

I mean it.

Glad you married me?

Even though we're going away?

No harm in saying we are going.

You cipher office
people know everything...

probably more than we do.

- Do you, by the way?
- No.

No, I don't.

I have nothing to do with
movements at the moment.

That's all right then.

I wouldn't like to think you
were sending me to my doom

without a protest.

The skipper hasn't said anything,

but we all think it's the Far East.

The Far East?

I see.

I can't say anymore.

You know, this darn
security business.

I know.

You'll be all right, won't you?

Of course I will.

I think we're sailing first thing

tomorrow just in case you'd like
to be there to wish us luck.

I'll be there darling.

I wish you all the
luck there is always.

Well, don't look so
miserable about it.

I shan't be away very long.

Fraser told me this morning that
my command has come through...

a corvette.

It's just what I wanted.

Why it's bound to bring
me home in a month or so.

Well, what's the matter?

Aren't you pleased?

Darling, I'm so
pleased and so proud.

I'll see you later.

PLATOON LEADER: Company, halt!

Commandos reporting
from embarkation, sir.

Very good, Major.

Make yourselves
comfortable if you can.

[steam siren]

[inaudible]

Six more MLs taking
station to port, sir.

Good.

- That's the lot, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

Striking force now complete...

18 in all.

Lower deck cleared of
all available hands, sir.

Right.
Take over pilot.

Aye aye, sir.

CHIEF PETTY OFFICER:
Ship's company, attention!

Stand easy please.

First of all, you can
forget about the buzzes.

We're going to raid the enemy.

Our objective is to destroy
the gate of the only dock

on the Atlantic coast of
France that is large enough

to house a German battleship.

The commandos... there are
more them in then MLs...

will deal with the
port installations

and hit the enemy as
hard as they know how.

Here's a rough map of the port.

We should be leading up
river, MLs following.

There are two sandbanks...
here and here...

which the planners
tell us we should

clear by about 18 inches.

We shall meet some opposition.

But whatever happens, our
job is to ram that gate.

In the bow compartments,
there are five tons

of high explosive, which
will be timed to go

off two hours after we hit.

So I'm afraid that won't be
much left of the old gift horse.

Any questions?

What happened to our
other two smokestacks, sir?

The idea is to make us
look like a German gunboat

and fool the enemy
into holding his fire.

Any more?

How do we get out, sir?

We withdraw with the
commanders in the MLs.

Now, I know how sad you must
be feeling at the thought

of losing the old gift horse.

We've been together
for a long time now,

and we shall have much to remember.

No doubt, people will say
that she has been chosen

for this operation because
she's old and expendable

or, perhaps, because we've had
some experience at ramming.

But I hope you'll believe,
as I do, that it is an honor.

That's all number 1.
Carry on.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: That's all.

Fall out.

[interposing voices]

When do you want gun
crews closed up, sir?

Not till we reach the halfway mark.

I want all hands to
conserve their energy

as much as possible.
They'll need it.

Aye aye.

Clean underwear.

Face it, we'll need it.

It's in case of infection
if you're wounded.

What a comfort you
are to have around.

I suppose you've been on
this sort of party before?

Only once every while...

filthy business.

I'd sooner be a vet.

And all groups will
rendezvous at this point here.

Now finally, the
password is "ramrod."

Ramrod... and forget it.

Will you forward
this for my engineer?

Yes, James.

What's the joke?

What sir?

Oh, it just hit me.

I don't know of being what
you call a sentimentalist.

But it occurred to me that if
we ever do manage to scramble

aboard the MLs and
get back to blighty,

things won't be quite
the same again, you know?

I know.

Close out to operational
action stations number 1.

Aye aye, sir.

Men on the swastika
ready for hoisting yeoman.

- Aye aye, sir.
- Number 1.

Sir?

I want want all
guns crews to be see

that the bridge is wiped out.

On no account are they to fire so

long as the swastika's flying.

Aye aye.

We alter course for the
run in 30 seconds from...

now, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
All gun crews!

All gun crews!

You will not, I say again,
not open the fire so

long as the swastika is flying.

Too much moon.

Dead romantic, sir.

Coxswain, steer 114.

COXSWAIN: Steer 114, sir.

- Yeoman.
- Sir?

Up swastika.

Aye aye, sir.

You can get your men up now Major.

Ask them to keep quiet
on deck, will you?

Very good, sir.

Funny to think there's a
Jerry working that lighthouse.

I haven't picked up
the other light yet, sir.

If we keep the lighthouse
on our starboard bow,

we can't be far out.

No, we should be at
the entrance by now, sir.

They didn't spot us.

Were you able to check
our position, pilot?

Yes, sir.

We're in the estuary now.

How's are depth?

All right so far, sir.

Another minute and we should have

passed the heavy batteries.

[rumble]

Coxswain, stop boat.

COXSWAIN: Stop boat, sir.

[telegraph bell]

She's clear.

All ahead boat.

COXSWAIN: All ahead boat, sir.

[telegraph bell]

We still have the
other sandbank to cross.

How far is it, pilot?

Within 30 seconds, sir.

[rumble]

Keep going full ahead.

COXSWAIN: Keep going
full ahead, sir.

We're being challenged sir.

Make the German signal "two
ships damaged by enemy action,

request permission
to enter harbor."

Aye aye, sir.

[shore batteries firing]

Duncan, make the
German signal "you're

firing on friendly ships."

DUNCAN: Aye aye, sir.

We're a sitting target
on this damn sandbank.

They're a pretty poor shot so far.

Signal acknowledged by enemy, sir.

She's off, sir.

Pull ahead boat.

COXSWAIN: Pull ahead boat, sir.

Well done Yeoman.

Well done Duncan.

- Course pilot?
- 060, sir.

Steer 060.

COXSWAIN: 060, sir.

Blast.

[machine gun fire]

Flag ship on the port bow, sir.

Yeoman!

Down swastika!

Hoist white ensign!

Down swastika, up
white ensign, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Take on
and train on enemy foxhole.

[inaudible] understand?

Pelican to the bridge?

[explosions]

Open fire!

Rapid fire!
And Commence!

Commence!

Commence!

Fire!

Eight gun, ship target
green 50... gun emplacement.

Hurry up, let's go.

Train left!

Arm!

Ready!

Fire!

Starboard [inaudible] engage
enemy destroyer at 395!

[inaudible]

LT RICHARD JENNINGS: Steam
room, check, check, check!

[machine gun fire]

Change target to search light...

Ship, steady!

Ready!

Fire!

How's [inaudible]

Leading up to the point!

Ready!

Ready!

Fire!

I hear bombs!

Ready!

Hurry up, Drip!

All right, all right!

Ready.

Ready, Stripey!

All right mate... hang on, hang on.

Easy.

Easy down.

Gently now.

Lie back.

Now where is it?

Where is it?

Oh, I'm sorry.

There's the light,
sir... dead ahead!

That's the dock!

Clear forecastle!

[explosions]

Stand back!

No, sir!

It's the wrong light!

It's off the starboard!

Full to starboard!

All guns...

Full to stern starboard!

Fire, rapid.

[explosions]

Stand by to ram.

[smashing metal]

Get all the wounded off as soon
as the commandos are ashore.

Aye aye, sir.

Set all fuses for 0300.

[machine gun fire]

All fuses set for 0300, sir.

Very good.

Pilot.

Sir?

Embark all wounded in MLs astern.

Aye aye, sir.

Number 1?

Sir?

Check below decks and abandon ship

as soon as wounded are clear.

Aye aye, sir.

LT RICHARD JENNINGS:
Lower decks cleared, sir.

Very good, number 1.

Better get ashore.

Aye aye, sir.

[explosions]

[machine gun fire]

There's the skipper.

SOLDIERS: [speaking german]

Glad you made it sir.

We got all the badly
wounded off the ML sir

but I'm afraid she
was the last one.

The rest were sunk.

Where's the doctor?

- I'm afraid he was killed sir.
- Thank you for the report.

She should have gone off
by now, shouldn't she sir?

Why doesn't she go up sir?

I don't know Daniel.

[machine gun fire]

She can't let us down now.

Lieutenant Commander Fraser,
the raid has been a failure.

And we have destroyed
all your ships

and killed or captured
nearly all your men.

In a day or two, we will have
removed your old destroyer

from the dock gates,
and you will have

achieved precisely nothing.

What was your object?

Why'd you lose so many
men and ships for nothing?

Why?

Why?

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

[explosions]

[interposing voices]

Move it!

[non-english speech]

Hey, Geneva
Convention Article 163...

treatment of prisoners of war.

You can't do a thing like
that to a man in uniform.

You ought to know that.

Come on, let's go.

[music playing]