The Caine Mutiny Page #2

I'm trying to find out if | Ensign Keith wants to stay on board.

There is no escape from the Caine. | We are all doing penance.

Sentenced to an outcast ship, manned | by outcasts, named after an outcast.

- Here we go again. | - It's a fact.

I've been trying for two years to be | relieved of command without luck.

But then... I don't have | Ensign Keith's influence.

I don't understand.

I received this dispatch from | Admiral Wards about an hour ago.

"Will request transfer to my staff | for Ensign Willis Steward Keith."

"Understand of course | needs of USS Caine have priority."

- I didn't know anything about this. | - Could be coincidence.

Or someone pulling strings.

What'll it be? The admiral's staff | or the hell of the Caine?

- I don't know. | - Do you want to fight a war?

- He shouldn't have to decide here. | - A good officer would be able to.

- Come on, we haven't got all day. | - Well, sir...

- I'll stay on board, sir. | - That takes care of that.

You will live to regret this day.

Sir, I spotted a Japanese aircraft | off the starboard bow. Angle 20.

See him?

If you stay ten years, you may learn | to tell an aircraft from a seagull.

Man all stations | for minesweeping drill.

Launch sweep gear.

Port paravanes in the water.

- That was a lousy performance. | - Stand by to stream starboard side.

Retrieve sweep gear.

Snap it up. | The Jones is beating us.

- Stop the engines. Get me a line. | - The water's full of sharks.

- Stand by the line. | - Yes, sir.

This dispatch just arrived.

I'll take care of it right away.

Haul away!

Lead the line | outboard of everything.

Report float recovered.

The Jones never could beat us.

You pooped out! We streamed three | minutes quicker at Guadalcanal.

You must love that guy | to do what you did for him.

Go dry yourself, Keith.

- Is that you, Willie? | - Yeah.

Didn't you go to Princeton? Maybe | I'll let you read some of my novel.

- Your opinion might be valuable. | - Thanks.

Horrible, | pick up those orange peels.

Meatball, laugh once more | and you're in trouble.

Ensign Keith, report to | the captain's cabin. On the double.

These 90-day wonders. They all | think they're five-star admirals.

Come in.

Three days ago, this ship received a | dispatch addressed to us for action.

- Smitty says he gave it to you. | - Yes, sir. I forgot about it.

- Did you decode the message? | - No, sir.

- It's incredible stupidity... | - I had it done for you.

- That'll be all, Smitty. | - Yes, sir.

Keith.

Do you know how serious misplacing | an action dispatch can be?

I don't think you do.

This ship might have failed | to carry out a combat assignment.

I'd bear the full responsibility | in a court martial.

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