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Set up decoys, lead them into traps.

Our traps.

When?

- When what?

- The invasion.

Soon.

If we can break that code first,

we're gonna save a lot of ships

and a lot of men.

Or is talk of this mission boring you,

Mr. Braden?

- Are we keeping you up, sir?

- Oh, no, sir. I was just thinking.

Now I know why the navy had me

playing commando these last few weeks.

Me, I had to go to college

to learn Japanese on my own.

Well, school's out, Mr. Braden.

My job is to get you to that island.

Get you on it, get you off

and get you back.

Here are your instructions.

You're to go ashore unseen.

Locate that radio transmitter, undetected.

Leave no evidence,

get the code and photograph it.

Come back to your own ship,

undiscovered.

There's not much to that at all,

is there, sir?

Here's some Japanese language books.

There's a dictionary in there

with a special list of Japanese ideographs.

Noting time, location, ship types,

movement, and geography.

There's also a chart made up

by our own cryptanalysts

on what to look for

and how to recognize it when you see it.

- Commit that to memory and burn it.

- Yes, sir.

Make up an OP plan as soon as possible.

- Submit it to me for approval.

- Yes, sir.

The orders said that

you were picked for this job

because you're the best, Mr. Braden.

I'm to work with you as close as I can.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- What about the crew?

Well, the orders also state

that except for Mr. Braden,

nobody except

the Captain and his Executive Officer

shall know the mission.

If any word of this plan whatsoever

were to leak to the enemy,

he'd change his code

and set up defensive measures.

It would take twice the blood

this invasion should cost.

All right. That's all, Mr. Braden.

One thing more, Mr. Braden.

You don't get captured.

I wouldn't think of it, sir.

Looks like they slipped you

a real hot one this time.

Yeah.

Now, I got a 90-day wonder on my back.

- His job is pretty tough, too.

- Oh, sure, sure.

I'll explain it to the crew.

At beat, they'll owe they hate my guts.

Perfect set-up for a successful patrol.

Just like the last one.

You couldn't help yourself on that one.

Somebody else might have said the hell

with secrecy and shot their way out.

- Well, you're not somebody else.

- Yeah, I know. I sat it out.

That's the way you saw it.

One man lost his life.

I lost an entire crew.

And we had to be the one lousy boat

to be around for this mission.

Oh, you know that isn't so, Paul.

You gotta be the one man

that does it by the book.

Even when it hurts.

That's why you got picked.

Let me ask you something.

If you had been in my shoes,

and you were calling the signals,

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