The Boatniks Page #2

Men, back in the car.

But l smashed into your trunk.

Just a scratch, and l'm sure

you're anxious to get to your ship.

Well, l am a little late, but...

Hear that? They're still turning out

those seafaring men devoted to duty.

Why... Why, this boy would

gladly go down with his ship.

He will, if he sails like he drives.

lt was the kid's fault. l saw

the whole thing through my periscope.

You have the unmitigated gall

to accuse a boy

who would gladly give his life

defending Old Glory?

You stand up casting... ls that a red

star l see painted on your submarine?

He's right.

lt was the sailor's fault.

Another patriot heard from.

- Hoarding any canned goods lately?

- [siren wails]

- You again, ensign?

- l'm afraid l hit their car, officer.

lt's nothing serious.

l'm sure we can settle it ourselves.

- Good. l'll get rid of this crowd.

- Yeah, they're in an ugly mood.

All right, let's break it up.

Load up, get in the car.

l wish you'd let me pay

for the damage.

- You keep your money. You'll need it.

- Please.

l know how it is with you sailors.

Girl at every port.

[laughing] Anchors away.

On to Mexico.

[dispatcher] All units, additional on

the three suspects in the jewel robbery.

They are believed to be headed

for the Mexican border.

All units from Orange County to

San Diego County, establish roadblocks.

Standby for additional.

On to Mexico?

Get in the car.

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh.

[women laughing]

Ahoy, ensign.

- Are you talking to me?

- Are you replacing Lieutenant Jordan?

- Yes, l am.

- Great. l'm Jason Bennett.

- This dear thing is Tina.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- These are some little friends.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- [woman] Come join the party.

- Thanks, but l can't right now.

Oh, but you must.

lt's in your honor.

- ln my honor?

- lt started a couple of days ago

as a going away party

for Lieutenant Jordan,

but we thought we'd keep it going

as a welcoming party for you.

That's very nice,

but l still haven't reported yet.

[Jason] You'd better hurry back.

Your party ends at 6:00.

Then we start our salute

to the Lusitania.

[all] Bye.

Gangway.

[woman screams]

[Garland] Did l do that?

l'm terribly sorry.

You see, l was getting

out of the way.

My duffle bag must have hit

the can of paint, and, uh...

Well, l'm terribly sorry.

So am l.

l never looked good in yellow.

That's not helping.

- ls there anything...?

- No.

- Could l at least...?

- No!

- Well, not even...?

- No! Just leave.

Yes, l am late, but...

Where can l find Commander Taylor?

He's aboard the Point Maley.

We've been expecting you.

l'm Seaman Wagner.

- Let me take your gear, sir.

- Wagner, thank you.

[Jordan] lt'll last for several months,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes