USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage Page #2

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but we will press through

workup and be ready for sea.

This way, this way.

Captain, President Truman

has chosen you

to lead a highly

classified mission.

This is not

a combat mission.

You will carry two pieces

of highly classified cargo

to Tinian at best speed

stopping only at Pearl Harbor

to refuel.

You leave tomorrow.

Where do we pick up

our escort?

Charlie, this mission could save

millions of American lives.

It is top-secret.

There'll be no escort.

Does this have something to do

with the Manhattan Project?

Open that tomorrow

after you've weighed anchor.

As of 0500 tomorrow,

this ship is under

the direct command

of the President

of the United States.

Good luck, Captain.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Get your butt outta my seat.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Look, look, look it,

that's that cracker

that's been messing with you.

You told everybody

you was gonna whup his ass.

What you gonna do?

(LAUGHS)

What? Hey.

It's still a diamond.

I'll get her a better one

when I can afford it.

It's not about

the damn ring.

I can't believe you're

about to pop the question

in front of the judge.

You even thought about this?

You've known her three months.

I thought y'all

were just having fun.

Oh, yeah,

we're having lots of fun.

Besides, when you ever known

me to be scared of a judge?

You miss 100 percent...

Of the shots that you

don't take, yeah, I know.

(MELLOW CLASSICAL MUSIC

PLAYING)

Just don't forget to call them

"sir" and "ma'am," all right?

Hey, you're gonna be

our best man.

(BURLESQUE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL HOOTING AND CHEERING)

Mama, mama, yeah,

there we are.

You have no shot.

No shot.

Double or nothing.

Double or nothing!

I'm telling you,

kamikaze planes

coming down from everywhere,

you know?

And I'm firing back, see?

I'm like...

(IMITATES GUNFIRE)

There's planes coming...

Hot damn, Sanchez,

you're cooking with gas!

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

Ba, ba, ba, hey!

Ba, ba,

ba, hey!

Tame your horses!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

- Next round's on you...

- (RETCHES)

How's a young fella gonna know

how much he can drink

unless he knows

how much he can't?

MAN:

It's 1945.

Our ship is docked

in San Francisco for repairs.

The streets are alive,

and the sailors...

(CHUCKLES)

we're on the town tonight.

D'Antonio!

Daddy didn't mean it.

Yeah, well, it sure as hell

sounded like he did, Clara!

Please, wait!

Mike!

- D'Antonio!

- What?

- Would you stop and listen to me?

- I'm listening.

You need to give daddy a chance.

He just needs some time.

So you never told your parents

you were slumming it, I guess.

That's not what this is.

That's exactly

how they looked at me!

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