In Harm's Way Page #5

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The X-rays will be along shortly.

Thank you. Sit down, Captain.

That's a real nice sound to wake up to.

- What is Vicki Marlowe's secret?

- Not what it says in here.

Her secret is that she's making

half a million bucks a year

and she still collects alimony from me,

in my present reduced circumstances.

Well, anyway...

I have the satisfaction that

all her pictures have been stinkers

since I stopped writing them.

Rockwell, my boy, I tell you never,

I repeat, never marry a movie actress.

- You married three of 'em.

- It's like eating peanuts.

Once I started, I couldn't stop!

Hey, look at you!

Two hands, congratulations.

- Shall we celebrate?

- How?

There's some action

at a place in Moanalua.

No, no parties for me.

Anyway, when do you special intelligence

officers do what you're supposed to do?

Seems you sleep all day

and go to parties every night.

Us civilians need more rest

and recreation than you old salts.

Not that you couldn't use a little.

It's time you crawled down from

Mount Rushmore and looked around.

You'd be surprised at the changes

we've made in the last 100 years.

I tell you, the women are

smoking cigarettes, drinking whisky,

doing the shimmy-sham-shimmy

hot damn, man...

- Very funny.

- Come on, Rock...

No, no thanks.

- OK.

- What?

Maybe you're right.

I gotta do something besides sit at a desk

and count the ink stains on the blotter.

Who's our host?

Whoever knows the host?

Some pineapple moneybags.

Were you invited?

One sailor looks like another.

Gimme your hat.

Egan Powell!

I want you to meet Captain Torrey.

This is Mrs...

- ... Let me see...

- Henderson.

How do you do?

Follow me.

Hello, Paula.

Well... Thank you very much.

Let's go over here.

It's very important to relax, old boy.

- Paul, how are you?

- Hello, Egan.

- Introduce me.

- Gaby, this is Egan.

- How do you do?

- You don't mind?

Hold that, will you?

- Enjoying the party, Captain Torrey?

- Yes, thank you. Fine party.

- You think so?

- It's great.

Thank you.

- Funny.

- What's funny?

Not exactly funny, it's just that

you're so different from your son.

- My son?

- Ensign Jere Torrey.

At least he claims his father's a captain.

I supposed you were it.

That's my son's name. Jeremiah. Jere.

He's been dating my room-mate.

Frankly, it worries me a little.

She's a green kid from Vermont,

he's a smooth Harvard type.

I think she's about to fall in love with him.

That's what worries me.

- Will it be all right?

- I hope so.

Not much comfort.

- How's the arm?

- I beg your pardon?

- Your arm!

- Oh, it's... fine.

I'm Nurse Lt. Haynes.

I took the X-rays today.

- I'm sorry!

- Thank you for not recognising me.

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