Under Siege Page #2

I ain't listening to you.

Welcome aboard.

Guys, make a hole.

Don't let them bother you.

Been at sea too long. You okay?

I still feel really queasy.

We'll go to the wardroom,

where you can change.

Let the lady through!

Be careful with the cake.

Make sure the wires are covered.

That's the way it goes.

- Are you lost?

- No, no. Where do you want us?

- Is the band ready?

- Ready.

You're over here.

Starboard side, right now.

You'll knock the captain

off his feet. You're beautiful.

For motion sickness. Take two.

Thanks.

What happened to your face?

Cut myself shaving.

The cake's almost ready.

We have a room for you to change.

You'll be safe from my men.

I'm going to go put on

my party dress.

Don't worry. You can play

this with your eyes shut.

Private!

Let me out!

You follow Krill's orders, you'll

go to the brig! Use your head!

Go get my pies out of the oven!

I must be nuts.

Very sick.

We want to give you

a great big welcome...

...to the big,

beautiful Missouri lounge...

...out here in the middle

of the big beautiful Pacific Ocean.

I'm Bad Billy.

And these are

the fabulous Bail Jumpers!

I have orders not to talk to you.

Understand? Orders.

You could be held accountable...

...keeping me in here like this.

You have to think about that.

Private?

He didn't say

you can't talk to the captain.

Go ask him if he wants me in here.

You little E-1 prick.

Lieutenant,

this is absolutely beautiful.

Old man says keep her level.

How about an hors d'oeuvre?

What have we here?

All right. There's the Twinkies.

Where's Miss July?

And there she is.

Miss July 1989.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

That's not Miss July.

My God, look at him.

Commander Krill.

Welcome to the revolution.

This party'll make history.

No wonder he wanted everyone here.

Maybe Krill isn't

such an a**hole after all.

That's great. Go get the old man.

He's been waiting on you now.

All right.

Miss July!

We're going to surprise the captain now.

- Have a good party!

- Come on, dear.

Where's the chief?

In the meat locker

until after the party.

It's only like 40 degrees in there.

He'll be fine. He's got a guard.

Krill's a maniac.

Tell the captain he spit in my soup.

You got a fire in here.

Get my pies out of the oven!

These pantyhose feel good!

It's okay. I'm here to escort

the captain to the party.

Aye, Commander.

- Commander Krill.

- Send him in.

I'm your date tonight, Captain.

Wait. Wait a minute!

Who is the highest

ranking officer here?

Who is the highest ranking officer

in this room?

Stand up.

Stand up and be recognized.

Part the waves there.

Get out of the man's way.

Put a light on the man.

Now you, sir, are the highest

ranking officer in this room?

Yes. Operations officer.

Third in command.

It's a pleasure to meet you,

Commander Green.

Get down!

What's going on?

The party's just beginning.

Captain!

Good shot.

Lay down! Hands up!

Heads down!

What are you looking at?

On the floor!

Put your head down.

You want to be good now?

What is this, a joke?

No joke!

I hear gunfire. What's going on?

It's done.

Four minutes ahead of schedule.

Mother Goose,

the quails are in the nest.

It's just the music.

You got sh*t for brains.

That's gunfire. Call the bridge.

I don't know who you're talking to.

No one's listening.

I ain't asking you to listen to me.

Call the captain. Listen to him.

Seal it!

Eyes on the man in front of you!

Goddamn it,

that's the last time I'll tell you!

Let this be a learning experience.

If you resist, we will kill you

and the man next to you.

Now move out of here

in an orderly fashion.

Now!

Turn around. Hands on your head.

Where is it?

Here it is.

Listen to the sh*t

I've had to put up with.

"Commander Krill has become

increasingly hostile to the crew...

...possibly due to anger over

reviews of his performance.

I recommend psychological

evaluation before his next assignment."

Do I look like I need a

psychological evaluation?

Not at all.

I got to change.

Behind your head.

Up against the wall.

XO on the bridge.

Listen up.

Hands on your head and move

to the counter, right now.

Your destination is the fo'c's'le.

Cooperate and you won't be harmed.

Change of watch.

You've done a good job,

but you're relieved of duty.

Get your hand off that console.

You're a cheeky bastard. Move out!

My God! Bunch of wussies.

The disk, Mr. Pitt.

Guard it with your life.

Of course.

Bring up the layout, if you will.

- We've overridden their systems.

- We control crypto, CIC...

...engine rooms, boiler rooms,

bridge and all open decks.

We've welded shut the hatches.

A few loose sailors may be berthing...

...or they're caught in nonessential

areas and can go nowhere.

- The rest are in the fo'c's'le.

- Excellent.

Reactivate the weapons systems,

Mr. Pitt.

Mr. Daumer...

...you may deploy the welding crews

and chop up broadway.

Commander Krill,

you're hereby promoted to captain.

Congratulations. The ship is yours.

The ship is mine.

Thank you, Billy.

All right!

Can we get something to eat in here?!

Get some food!

Krill warned me you were tricky.

I'm not tricky, I'm just freezing.

Something's going on here.

Call the bridge.

No one'll yell at you.

It's just your job.

Check right away.

All right.

All right, I'll check.

That's all.

Do that. And be careful.

'Tis a rare thing.

This is good. It'll work.

Got a call from Private Nash

on guard duty in the kitchen.

Pitt, pull it up.

That's an unsecured area.

They can access the whole ship.

Ryback. A cook.

A pain-in-the-ass cook.

Give me that.

Private Nash.

I'm glad you checked in.

I've been with the captain.

Keep Ryback under control

and don't open the door.

Tell him you're sending relief.

Tell him you are sending

somebody to relieve him.

Stand your station fast.

I'm sending someone to relieve you.

Is everything okay?

We heard what sounded like gunshots.

Gunshots? Oh, that.

Those are party poppers. Firecrackers.

Part of the party.

Stand firm until you're relieved.

- Yes, sir.

- Over and out.

Anything else you didn't tell us?

Any further memory lapses

or oversights, perhaps?

No other memory lapses

or oversights, perhaps.

There's two men. One's locked up.

I'll take care of it.

We'll handle it. Secure the galley.

Send Cates and Ziggs.

This Marine's armed.

We need more. I'll go.

Don't worry. They're professionals.

They can handle twenty Marines...

...and 100 cooks.

You're wrong, Ryback. You're wrong.

- They were party poppers.

- You got sh*t for brains.

I know they brainwashed you,

but you have to question authority.

Trust me, boy.

That's gunfire.

Free me and I'll take care of it.

I'll be relieved in a few minutes,

so just shut up and sit tight.

Something's going on.

Use your head this time.

Do what you got to do. Let me out.

Or when I'm out,

I'll shoot you myself.

Commander Krill?

Is that you?

Get your hands on your head.

Turn around.

Get down on your knees.

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