USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage Page #4

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and destroy enemy subs

with depth charges

before they can get to us.

Many of the crew

are mere boys

with no idea of the danger

we face out here at sea.

If we are fired upon

by an enemy sub

and if miraculously

we spot it early enough,

we have at maximum four minutes

before the torpedo arrives.

Our main defense is to get

the ship watertight

point station zebra

so any hull rupture

doesn't spread and sink us.

For the secret mission,

we are in effect

a glorified postal service

delivering two packages

with no protection,

but mine is not to reason why.

Hey, W Division

was seven seconds faster

than everybody else,

even without you.

Bullshit!

Hey, farm boy,

chew on that first.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Ah, eat that.

That's gold.

Yeah, you bastard.

Concerned about

submarines, sir?

Hard to hit

what you can't see.

If I may, protocol

would be to zigzag, sir.

Not so effective

against kaitens.

Kaitens?

It's a new Japanese weapon,

a manned suicide torpedo,

like an underwater

kamikaze plane.

If the enemy

fires a kaiten,

they can recalibrate

your position on the fly.

We're faster than their subs,

but not their kaitens.

(SONAR PINGING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

General quarters.

(ALARM BLARING,

MEN SHOUTING)

Send it up, come on!

MAN:
Move it!

(MEN SHOUT IN JAPANESE)

- Battle stations!

- Battle stations!

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN:

Let's go! Let's go!

(SCREAMS)

Load us up!

MAN:

Let's go, let's go!

MAN:

Man your stations!

Ready!

Down!

Ammo! Ammo!

- Go!

- Ready!

MAN:

Fire, fire, fire!

MAN:
Fire, fire, fire,

fire, come on!

(SONAR PINGING)

(SHOUTS ANGRILY)

Done!

Group W can stand down.

I want the big guns

running again in the dark.

W, drill is over.

Isolate the power in sectors

five, six, and seven.

- You did it!

- (ALL CHEER)

Run the test again.

All right.

All right, limp d*cks,

cap says we go again.

MAN:

Come on!

MAN:
You swab it,

then you swab it again!

- If I had two of you...

- Hey!

(SCOFFS) Man, you are as dumb

as a bucket of bolts.

Hell, boy,

everybody know that.

Look here,

which one is Standish's?

- Is it this one right here?

- No, no, no, that's McVay's.

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

Man, come on.

Ugh.

You are nasty.

Man, Quinn,

what are you doing?

- The right thing.

- That's too much. He's gonna know.

Hope he like the pie.

Captain?

Good work

on the guns today.

Thank you, sir.

What do you put in this

delicious pie, Theodore?

I'm afraid that's

classified information, sir.

- (LAUGHS)

- Set it down, imbecile.

Yes, sir.

Is it too hot, sir?

It's 42 seconds

on the big guns, sir.

Four minutes

and 36 seconds on zebra.

- Run it again?

- Negative.

All ahead. best speed.

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