In Harm's Way

Liz Eddington, pie-eyed.

Where?

Over there.

Happy, baby?

Yay!

Ohh!

I'm putting a stop to this.

Paul Eddington can take care of his own wife.

He can't. He's at sea on gunnery practice.

Yeah!

Please play something else, would you?

Why'd they stop?

Hey!

Come on. They've had their show.

I don't want to go.

I don't want to.

It's a stuffy navy joint.

We better see that she gets home.

I want one last dance.

We can't let...

She's with that officer.

What about her poor husband doing his duty?

Eddington knows about Liz.

If he puts up with it,

that's his business.

I love you.

What?

I just said I love you.

Why?

Never mind.

If you've cooled down now,

I think we can go.

I'm not sure I want to go now.

You've got the duty in the morning. Early.

Mm-hmm.

Lieutenant J.G. McConnel?

Yes, ma'am?

You've got to play

captain of your ship at 6 a.m.

Liz.

Hey! Come on in.

It's great!

Come on.

I'm awake, Leary.

Tell the exec to join me

in my sea cabin for breakfast.

Leary!

Oh.

Well, then, bacon and eggs for me.

Aye, aye, sir.

Eddington.

Paul. Wake up.

In case it slipped your mind,

it's gunnery stations at 0830.

Why don't you write me up?

I don't because your record

already looks like a bunch of pig tracks.

One more scratch,

and your career in this navy is ended.

That's the way it ought to be.

I'm obsolescing like this old straw-bottom cruiser of ours.

We both know what's eating you.

You can't wash it out with booze.

What would you know about it?

I tried it one time.

You? The Rock of Ages?

I don't believe it.

Paul, you're forcing me

to throw my weight at you.

Fish or cut bait.

Get on your feet

or take your troubles elsewhere.

I got a ship to run.

I'll put in for a transfer.

You had one transfer already,

out of Naval Aviation.

You might not get another chance.

I don't give a damn.

Well, that isn't...

what I wanted to hear you say.

I'm sorry, Rock.

OK...

if you can hold a razor in that hand,

you might shave before you come topside.

Aye, aye, Father Torrey.

You bum.

Hey, cut that out.

Take me home.

Come on. I need a bath.

Good morning, sir.

Boats, if the captain were boarding,

you wouldn't be dressed that way, would you?

I suspect not, sir.

Let's crawl into uniform.

You make us look like pirates.

Aye, aye, Mister McConnel.

Ah. Double run of 8 to 12.

Your crib.

Anything interesting?

I got a run of three.

The carriers pulled out Friday.

For where?

Scuttlebutt says south.

Lahaina Rose maybe.

Sir, I just got

that Hawaiian sea frontier dispatch decoded.

Give it to our captain Lieutenant J.G. McConnel.

More fun and games?

No.

"Destroyer Ward on the in-shore patrol

dropped depth charges on a submarine contact

inside the defensive sea area."

Some poor Joe's got it in the ringer now.

Attacking one of our own subs.

Better commence evasive zigzag pattern, Commander.

Set extra lookouts.

Aye, aye, sir.

Morning, Captain.

Good morning, Commander Eddington,

and how are you this fine day?

Ah, splendid. Thank you, sir.

What's the alert?

Picket destroyer Ward dropped depth charges

on what they think is a sub

about 15 miles from here.

And another poor whale lost its blubber.

We're just looking for subs or planes, too?

Anything, son.

There's a large formation of planes

orbiting north of the island, sir.

They got the pilots up early for exercises.

Strange place to rendezvous.

Why aren't they at Diamond Head?

There's a formation off Diamond Head, too.

I don't like it, Paul.

Sound general quarters.

Make it no drill.

Yes, sir.

This is not a drill.

This is not a drill.

General quarters. General quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

On deck.

Attention to colors.

Carry on.

Bridge. Aye, aye.

Mister McConnel.

McConnel.

We're getting some funny signals, Mac.

It sounds like plane-to-plane chatter in Japanese.

My God, they're Japs.

What?

Japs.

My God, they're Japs!

Come on!

Come on.

Emergency sortie signal from the yard tower.

Engine room? Bridge.

Light off all four boilers.

Make all preparations for getting under way.

Report readiness status in five minutes.

Cut in all burners!

Disengage checking gear!

Open guarding valves!

Split the electric rolls!

General quarters. General quarters.

Man your battle stations.

Quoddy?

Aye, sir?

Can you take us out?

You call it.

You got to wait for the captain.

Screw him.

Ring up turns for 20 knots.

20 knots through the harbor?

You heard the man, son.

Cut the line.

Take her away, Mac.

She's got enough to move now.

Right 10 degrees rudder.

Steady up on 1-2-0.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's Captain Harding and the exec.

How can we stop?

It'll take 20 minutes at this speed.

Does anybody here see anything back there?

If they does, Mister McConnel,

I'll guarantee you

they'll never see nothing again.

Let 'er rip, Mac.

Stop! Stop!

McConnel!

Advise me of any further messages.

How many ships are answering

the emergency sortie signal?

Destroyer Cassiday is moving, sir.

The Harkness...

the Ballard...

the cruisers Greely and Jackson.

The battleships, man.