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I'm also a mess treasurer

without assistant

and a cold hand poker player without peer.

- You're late, Lieutenant.

- I had to wait for my gear, sir.

- Where is your gear?

- On the jeep, sir.

- Better see that it gets stowed.

- Yes, sir.

Prepare to get underway in five minutes,

Mr. Carney.

Five minutes. Yes, sir.

Malone, get a couple of hands

to help you with that gear.

Then station the maneuvering watch

and stand by the lines.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Bligh has got quite a bark,

hasn't he?

Got all his own teeth, too.

Here, Lieutenant,

I'll help you aboard with that.

Thank you.

Lieutenant,

did you say they were expendable?

Yeah.

Jerry, Hodins, Gunner, get up here

and get this gear out of the jeep.

Watch your step now, Lieutenant.

This way.

- Mr. Braden, Mr. Doherty.

- Hi.

Now watch your head.

Easy now.

Oh, you're doing fine, Lieutenant, just fine.

Another three or four more times,

you'll hardly even feel it.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Checking the night-lights.

- We always run with a red light at night.

- Why?

Condition our eyes to the darkness,

in case we have to get topsides in a hurry.

Here we are.

Home.

Note the lavish furnishings and the decor

and the latest plumbing.

Pardon me, Lieutenant.

Kind of a gracious, spacious,

spread out type of living.

And the comfort, sir.

Inner springs. This is where you'll bunk.

Supine, sir?

Good. Here, you may as well try it.

Well, you see,

it only costs a little more to go first class.

Oh, before I forget.

The air down here is rationed.

We're supposed to take turns breathing.

- After you, sir.

- Thank you.

- Comfy?

- Yeah, fine.

Good.

- Say, Lieutenant.

- Yeah.

Would you mind if we spoke briefly again

about that wine, women and expendables?

Mr. Malone,

we're members of the silent service

and gentlemen

don't speak of those things.

Of course not. Sorry, sir.

It's on the right, Lieutenant.

Sit down, Braden.

All right, here's the set-up.

There's a buildup on for an offensive

in the Gilbert and Marshall Islands.

Now, the Japanese have air bases,

sea bases and submarine bases

at Tarawa, Majuro, Kwajalein,

Eniwetok and Truk.

Orders of their local forces,

and right now our particular interest

is submarines,

are beamed to them

from a radio transmitter

situated on the island of Kusaie.

We can't break that code.

Our cryptanalysts doubt we can break it

under six months.

That radio station on Kusaie.

That's our mission.

We knock it off?

No, we don't want the island.

We just want the code.

We need it to know

when they're gonna start

and where they're gonna go,

where the submarines are, so we can

feed them information of our own.

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