In Harm's Way

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Liz Eddington, pie-eyed.

- Where?

- Over there.

Happy, baby?

I'm gonna put a stop to this.

- Paul Eddington can take care of her.

- No, he can't.

He's at sea on gunnery practice.

Please play something else.

- Thank heaven they stopped the music.

- Why did they stop?

- Come on, they've had their show.

- I don't wanna go.

- Come on.

- I don't want to!

It's a stuffy Navy joint.

Let's get outta here.

- We should take her home.

- Mac...

- One last dance.

- We can't let her...

She's with that officer.

What about her husband

out there doing his duty?

Eddington knows about Liz.

If he wants to put up with it,

that's his business.

- I love you.

- What?

- I just said, "I love you. "

- Why?

Never mind.

If you've cooled down now,

I think we can go.

I'm not sure I want to go now.

You've got the duty in the morning, early.

- Lieutenant J G McConnel.

- Yes, ma'am?

You've got to play

captain of your ship at 6 a. m.

Liz!

Come on in. It's great!

Come on!

I'm awake, Leary.

Tell the exec to join me

in my sea cabin for breakfast.

Leary?

Oh.

- Well, then, bacon and eggs for me.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Eddington!

Paul, wake up.

In case it slipped your mind,

it's gunnery stations at 0830.

So why don't you write me up?

Because your record already looks like

a bunch of pig tracks.

One more scratch on it

and your career in the Navy is ended.

That's how it should be,

I should be scrapped.

I'm obsolescing like this old

straw-bottomed cruiser of ours.

We both know what's eating you, Paul.

You can't wash it out with booze.

- What would you know about it?

- I tried it one time.

You? The Rock of Ages?

I don't believe it.

You're forcing me to throw

my weight at you. Fish or cut bait.

Get on your feet or take your troubles

elsewhere. I got a ship to run.

I'll put in for a transfer.

You've had one transfer already,

out of naval aviation.

- Might not get another chance.

- I don't give a damn.

Well, that isn't what I wanted

to hear you say.

I'm sorry, Rock.

OK.

If you can hold a razor, you might shave

before you come topside.

Aye, aye, Father Torrey.

You bum!

- Cut that out.

- Take me home!

Come on, I need a bath.

Good morning, sir.

If the captain were aboard,

would you dress that way?

I suspect not, sir.

Put on your uniform.

You make us look like pirates.

Aye, aye, Mr McConnel.

All right, 15-2, 15-4...

Double run of 8 for 12, your crib.

- Anything interesting?

- I got a run of three.

- The carriers pulled out Friday.

- For where?

South. Lahaina Roads, maybe.

I got that Hawaiian Sea Frontier

dispatch decoded.

Give it to our captain,

Lieutenant J G McConnel.

- More fun and games?

- No.

Destroyer Ward dropped depth charges

on a submarine contact

inside the defensive sea area.

Some poor Joe's got it in the wringer.

Attacking one of our own subs...

Commence evasive zigzag pattern,

Commander.

- Set extra lookouts.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Morning, Captain.

- Morning. How are you this fine day?

Splendid, thank you, sir.

What's the alert?

Ward dropped depth charges

on what they think is a sub,

15 miles away, near the sea buoy.

Another poor whale lost its blubber.

Sir, are we just looking for subs

or planes, too?

Anything, son.

There's a formation of planes

north of the island, sir.

The pilots are up early

for squadron exercises.

Strange place to rendezvous.

Why aren't they over Diamond Head?

There's a formation

off Diamond Head, too.

I don't like it, Paul.

Sound General Quarters.

- Make it no drill.

- Yes, sir.

This is not a drill.

General Quarters.

All hands man your battle stations.

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