Up Periscope Page #2
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- 1959
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- Why don't you knock it off?
- Easy.
Shove off, Floyd.
I still say you don't sit your tail
on the bottom
as long as we did
after that convoy passed.
I say if we left, Ford would still be living.
So the skipper played it safe.
What are you worrying about?
You got back.
I might be Ford some day.
You all might.
Go ahead, drink your drink. Forget it.
- Maybe you can. I can't.
- Me, neither.
And I got news for you, Chief,
a lot of the other guys feel the same way.
You know, argue, argue.
That's all you guys do is argue.
- You all blame it on the skipper?
- Who else?
breathing in all that stinking air
did Ford any good, do you?
Right, Ash?
Maybe. I don't know.
You mean, not bringing him up
topside sooner wouldn't have helped?
Might have.
Well, putting him on a plane
and getting him back to Pearl
wouldn't have helped save his life?
Look, how do I know?
I'm only a pharmacist mate,
not God.
Oh, come on, Billy.
Let's have some fun here.
Come on, drink it up.
That Malone sure swings a mean rudder.
Long distance.
Long distance,
I want to place a person-to-person call
to Miss Sally Johnson
in San Diego, California, please.
I'm sorry, sir.
Unless you have a military priority,
there are no long distance calls
going through to the States
- for the next 24 hours.
- 24 hours?
- Operator, there's a war on.
- Do tell.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Yeah, yeah.
Scotch, please.
- Encore!
- Encore!
- You promised to dance with me next.
- No, sweethearts.
No argument.
It shall be as I said, but not now.
Bartender, give me a beer
with a rum chaser.
Lieutenant, your money's
not any good in here tonight.
This is my welcome home party.
- Thanks, mister, but...
- Not Mr. But.
Malone. Pat Malone. Been an ensign
in the navy for fifteen years.
- Ken Braden. Welcome home, Ensign.
- Thank you.
Yes, welcome home. Be it ever so humble.
And I believe in sharing my blessings.
Lieutenant Braden, girls.
This is Mui-Mui, Moy-Moy
and Oi-Oi.
How are you doing?
Well, come on, girls.
Now run along and relax.
Oh, no, sweethearts,
there's enough of Malone for everybody.
Go on, now. Patience.
Patience, sweetheart.
Bye.
A man of ambition, Mr. Malone.
I'll predict you'll go far.
Already have been.
Fifty-seven days out
and most of it underwater.
Ambitious?
I've hardly got a conscience left.
To the remnants of your conscience,
Mr. Malone.
Our exec.
Oh, Mr. Carney, have we
got some nice fish and poi here tonight.
navy chow again.
Your attention, men!
Mr. Carney. Welcome aboard!
Come on and join the party.
Simmer down.
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