The Sea Chase Page #2

You can leave, never see Jeff again.

Just fade out with no explanation.

I'm not going to forget this.

No matter how long it takes,

I shall pay you back.

You have nothing now...

...but when I'm finished,

you won't even have this!

To what I promise you!

- Mr. Bachman.

- Yes, sir?

- What have you there?

- Explosives, sir.

- Explosives?

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Kirchner told me to plant them.

I was just coming to report.

They thought up a new one.

Crews of foreign ships are to be

medically examined before a clearance.

Our consul passed orders for us to

scuttle the minute we get news of war.

Take that stuff back

to the chief engineer.

- And don't go by the gangway.

- Yes, sir.

Get out of that shore gear,

get ready for sea.

I believe you're aware of my status

in Naval Intelligence.

I took the opportunity to ask the consul

to wireless home for further orders.

Possibly to fly me home.

Mr. Kirchner, we have not abandoned

this ship yet.

- Stemme.

- Sir.

You will go to the consul at once.

Pay him my respects

and inform him personally...

...that the weather forecast

for tonight is heavy fog.

Tell him I'll attempt to get out of Sydney

harbor tonight on my own responsibility...

...and shall so log it for his protection.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Hurry it up.

- Yes, sir.

Your orders come through,

you'll be relieved of duty.

- Otherwise, you sail.

- We haven't a chance of getting out.

- You'll have to scuttle.

- You're mistaken, Mr. Kirchner.

That British officer

is in your quarters, sir.

Well. What happened?

- A little accident.

- What sort of an accident?

- Where's Elsa?

- She isn't here.

- What do you mean, she isn't here?

- I'm sorry, Jeff, but I can't help you out.

She just left and didn't say

where she was going.

- You mean to say she just walked off?

- You know women.

What are you trying to tell me?

I don't think she's gonna marry you.

You didn't tell her anything to make her

change her mind, I suppose?

All right, I'll find out for myself.

But if she's not at the hotel,

I'll be right back...

...because you'll be here

for the duration.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Fog won't get much heavier now.

Where do you propose to take

your first bearing?

- Here, sir.

- We won't be able to see it.

Perhaps we can hear it.

Five minutes to slack tide.

The men at their stations?

Yes, sir. Standing by fore and aft.

Also in the waist.

- Well?

- Charge has been set.

- Where do you want the detonator?

- Put it near the telegraph.

Cadet Stemme, are you still curious...

...about what happens to us

in case we're caught?

- You make it clear.

- Go to your station.

Yes, sir.

- Bridge.

- Bridge.

All ready below.

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