Don't Give Up the Ship Page #5

then he's not going to let Congress give

the Navy any more money to buy new ships.

And that's why Admiral

Bludde is out to drink mine.

You are in trouble.

Yeah, very big trouble.

That's why I feel so bad

bringing you all the way

to Washington thinking I

was going to get a medal.

The night's young yet.

Maybe you still will.

- I love you, Prudence.

- I love you, darling.

What's that?

I didn't hear anything.

Oh, it's the champagne.

I can hear it fizz.

It's the waiter with more champagne.

More champagne.

More champagne.

I hope it's pink champagne!

It is!

Goody, goody, goody!

What'd he say?

Goody, goody, goody.

- Lieutenant Steckler?

- The seventh.

But, this room is occupied.

Here you, man, just a minute!

You're out of bounds!

Orders from the Admiral, sir.

Got a staff car waiting.

- You're to come with us.

- Come with you?

Wait just a minute, darling.

I'll take care of this.

I don't think you understand, gentlemen. You

see, we were just married this morning.

- Lot's of luck.

- Thank you.

Sir, now if you'll get ready,

sir, we'll drop you off at B.O.Q.

- B.O.Q.?

- Bachelor Officer's Quarters, ma'am.

Is this all the Navy has to do? Run

around breaking up honeymoons?

Why aren't you men out sailing ships?

Darling, please. I'm sorry, but

they're just following orders, that's all.

But, you're not a bachelor. Tell them.

Well, technically I am. I, no I'm

not a bachelor! There, I told them.

Sorry, Mrs. Steckler. Orders are orders.

And you wasted all this time talking.

Well, honey. I mean, no, she's honey.

Sweetheart.

Sweet, I'll tell

sweet... Would you wait?

I'm... Honey! Just, I'm... Excuse

me, men for a sec, I...

Dear.

Let me explain, dear. Is it my fault

that the Kornblatt is missing?

- We've got to snap it up, sir.

- And on the double! Yes, sir!

Here we go! Honey, really, bear

with me, dear. This is a prob...

Thank you very much, dear. Please, honey. I'm

awfully sorry, but this is not my fault.

- These are orders, dear.

- Oh, honey!

Oh, don't feel bad sweetheart, because

this is something that just has to be.

You just relax and I'll

call you at eight bells.

Keep it on ice.

I'm stumped, Steckler.

I don't really believe you could

lose a ship like the Kornblatt.

Because I don't believe you would ever

be put in command of the Kornblatt.

But, if you were, then you could.

Oh, I was, but I didn't.

You didn't what?

I mean I didn't, sir.

We're not giving up.

Report to the office of Naval

Intelligence immediately.

I've assigned one of the best

young officers to help you out.

Yes, sir.

Enson Benson.

Yes. Crackerjack mind. Smart as a whip.

Remember, Steckler. We have

only nine days. No more.

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