To the Shores of Tripoli (1942) - full transcript

Sergeant Dixie Smith has more raw recruits to turn into Marines, if he can. Among them is cocky casanova Chris Winters, son of an officer, who's just tried to "mash" Mary Carter, a major's niece. Once on base, he finds Mary's a nurse and an off-limits officer. Does this stop him? Of course not. But his attitude problem soon puts him in a position where he must redeem himself, with December 7, 1941 fast approaching.

From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

We fight our country's battles

On the land as on the sea

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines

This picture was shot at the
Marine Corps base in San Diego, California.

Here, equipped with the newest
and finest of weapons,

hardened to combat conditions under offiicers
steeped in the traditions of their Corps,



the United States Marine
today rightfully qualifies

as the best fighting man on earth.

Marines have fought
through every generation,

in every land and every clime

where Americans have been called upon
to uphold their country's honor.

It is to these men,

to Marines everywhere, past and present,

that this picture is dedicated,

but more particularly,
to that immortal band of leathernecks

who, when trapped on Wake lsland
in the early days of the present conflict

and asked what they wanted, impudently and
gloriously replied, "Send us more Japs."

You men, look at this picture.

It shows the first time American Marines
were in a fight on foreign soil.

And it was just fourjunior officers
and 16 Marines and sailors



against twice that many of those monkeys
sailed into the harbor of Tripoli

and taught those pirates
a lesson they've never forgotten.

That's Stephen Decatur. He came within
an inch of getting his head cut off.

Yes, sir, he'd have been a goner sure

if a Marine hadn't
stuck out his neck and taken it for him.

That's why we're called "leathernecks."

Sit down. Did I tell you to stand up?

I know that knocking over
one of those 2x4 windjammers

and clubbing a few pirates into the sea
doesn't mean much to you boys today,

but what I'm getting at is that guy who stuck
out his neck for Stephen Decatur.

What'd you say
his name was, Sergeant?

Reuben James. But what's that got
to do with it? He was a Marine, wasn't he?

But his name wasn't Reuben James, sir.
It was Daniel Frazier.

How's that?

Oh, I know everybody thinks
it was Reuben James, sir.

The Navy even named
a destroyer after him for it.

But the doctor on the Enterprise said
it was Daniel Frazier. He oughta know.

- He treated him for two wounds on the head.
- That's very interesting. Come here, son.

- What's your name?
- John Dent, sir.

- Where are you from, Mr. Dent?
- Chugwater, Wyoming.

What book told you to correct
your superiors and call the Navy a liar?

- Who, me, sir?
- Where do you think you are? Junior high?

- I didn't mean...
- Nobody asked what you meant.

Read enough, you'll learn nobody cares
what his name was. He was a Marine.

- That's enough.
- Yes, sir.

Now go back up there and sit down.

Your name must be Dixie Smith.

That's right. What of it?

I was looking for you.
They told me to keep cruising around

till I found some guy about
to bust a blood vessel, and that'd be you.

OK, what do you want?

- I got a letter here for you.
- From who?

- My father.
- Who's he?

Here it is. Captain Winters.

Captain Chris Winters? The Skipper?

My mother used to always
call him Christopher.

I'm Chris. That's how she told us apart.

So you're the Skipper's son.
Yeah, I can see it now. You lookjust like him.

- Thanks.
- And if you're anything like him, you're OK.

Dad always told me you were
a great help to him in winning the war.

We didn't do so bad.

You know what's in this letter?

No, but you know these doting fathers.

Well, your father tells me you've
decided to be a Marine. Congratulations.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Funny, but you had me fooled for a minute.

I took you for an officer or something.

Well, as a matter of fact, I was a captain
at Culver before they kicked me out.

Well, nobody cares what you were at Culver.

You're a mule-eared, red-bottomed boot here,

and you needn't expect any favors because
your father is a friend of mine, understand?

I'm glad you brought that up.

If one thing in my character stands out,
it's not asking or taking favors from anyone.

What do you mean, coming here this time
of day, wandering all over the place?

You see, my papers said to report
by reveille tomorrow, not today,

so I just dropped by
to make sure I had a reservation.

By the way, Sarge, you don't happen to
know any good telephone numbers, do you?

We'll take that up at 5 a.m. tomorrow.

OK, sir. You're the boss.
Any time it's convenient.

To the rear. March!

Halt!

Hey, boy.

Ahem. I beg your pardon,

but haven't we met someplace... before?

Another zombie.

It's no use, buddy. There's
five guys to every dame in this burg.

Besides, you don't stand a chance
without one of those soldier suits.

Can you beat it? My last night of freedom,
and what am I doing with it?

A couple more of those,
and you won't have to worry.

Calling Major Wilson!

Calling Major Wilson. Calling Major Wilson.

- I beg your pardon. I am Chris Winters.
- Yes?

Major Wilson asked me to tell you
he's sorry, but he's been detained.

- Does that mean he's not coming at all?
- He wasn't sure, but he suggested that I...

Thank you. That's awfully kind of
you, but I'll be quite all right. Good night.

You sure I couldn't take you home
or wherever you're going?

I'm afraid you wouldn't find a travelogue on
the Gobi Desert very exciting. Good night.

He wasn't sure he wouldn't make it, and it
seems a shame to rush off after I promised I...

At least you might stay
and have just one drink.

It's swell out on the terrace. Besides,
you know how these conferences are.

You can get awfully thirsty
on the Gobi Desert.

Good evening.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You seem to know a lot of people here.

A few. Have you known Major Wilson long?

- Who, Willie?
- Willie?

Sure, that's what we used to call him in
school. Willie Wilson. Great guy.

Were you at school with Willie?

Why, we used to room together.
Didn't he ever mention me?

You're not that football player who was
voted the most popular man in the school?

No, that was ol' Joe Bates.
Hockey's my game. Ice hockey. Much faster.

I was the boy voted most likely to succeed.

I can understand that.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello.

- Mr. Winters, this is Ensign Thomas.
- How do you do?

- Hello.
- May I finish this?

Hey, son. Come outside a minute.
I want to talk to you.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid this is mine.

- But I...
- It's all right. But I'll be back. Thank you.

- This is like old home week around here.
- Yes, isn't it?

You seem to know everyone but me.

- Excuse me. Are you Mr. Winters?
- Yes.

Major Wilson just called, sir,
and asked if you and the young lady

will join him at
the U.S. Grant Hotel as he's still tied up.

- The U.S. Grant?
- Thank you.

- Well?
- Oh, no, I couldn't think...

Nonsense. We can'tjust leave
Willie down there by himself.

- Good evening, sir.
- Oh, good evening.

- Good evening.
- Lieutenant.

Evening, Major Wilson.

- Let's go out by the terrace. It's shorter.
- OK.

- Looking for someone?
- Yes. Oh, how do you do?

How are you, sir?

My, how the U.S. Grant
seems to have changed.

You'll like it better this way.
It's wonderful. Gay, lot of laughs.

- You must come here often.
- I've never been here. Come on.

You haven't by any chance
forgotten about Willie, have you?

Oh, he kept us waiting, didn't he?

- Well, what did I tell you? lsn't it great?
- Yes, she's wonderful.

Now, don't tell me you have ajealous nature.

Oh, I'm consumed
with jealousy and suspicion.

Do you ever try tequila for that?

- Tequila?
- Yeah, that's Mexican for "zombie."

I think I'll stick to dancing. Shall we?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

- Let's get out of here.
- And go where?

I haven't the faintest idea.

If you haven't the faintest idea where
you're going, you have remarkable instinct.

Now stop that!
After all, I've never been out with you before!

I must have been crazy falling for that line of
yours. I'm not that kind of a girl.

You can'tjust pick me up
and bring me to a place like this.

I never saw you before.
I know nothing about you,

and you don't know anything
about me, not even my name.

- Take me right back to that dance.
- Oh, now, honey, I...

No, stop, please!
Leave me alone! Please! Please!

- Take me home.
- Just one more kiss.

I mean it. Get me out of here.

- Not now.
- Now. Right this minute.

Good night and goodbye.

- What? Goodbye? I'm not going anywhere.
- But I am.

Now wait a minute.
When am I gonna see you again?

Oh, never. Once is enough.

- Mary.
- Uncle Bill.

I was never so glad
to see anyone in all my life.

- Why? What happened to you?
- Nothing, thank heaven.

I just went out for a ride
with your old roommate.

- My old what?
- Oh, it's OK, Major. It's a long story.

Maybe I should be psychoanalyzed.

- Morning, Roberts.
- Morning, Sergeant.

- You're up early.
- Yeah. I'm expecting a guest.

Don't tell me Cagney's coming
down to glorify the Marines again.

No, just another red-bottomed boot
I told to be here at 5:00, or I'd, uh...

Morning, Sarge.

- Follow me.
- Yes, sir.

All right, men, come to attention.

Stand up straight. Put your heels together.

Now, you're gonna move in that direction.

Face your right.

That's not your right.
You down there, turn around.

Forward. March.

Try to keep some sort of step.

You won't give me one
of those Marine haircuts?

- What about it, Sergeant?
- Stick to regulations.

Hey, take it easy.

Right... march!

1, 2, hep. 1, 2, hep.

Hep. Hep. Hep.

1, 2, hep.

Hep. 1, 2...

What do they want me to
do with this needle? I can't sew.

What kind of place is this, anyway?
I haven't sat down yet.

- This is a standing army, you lug.
- Oh, yeah?

Attention!

At ease. This platoon starts
its instructions tomorrow.

You men have been sent here for training.

If any of you have your tongue in your cheek,

feeling your exceptional
talents and noncombat activities

will remove you from harm's way,
get it out of your heads.

There's no such animal
as a noncombatant in the Marine Corps.

Our methods of training may not
be to your liking. Intentionally so.

But however unpleasant our methods are,
they bring results,

because so far in 166 years of Marine Corps
history, there's no record of failure.

Officially, you are men
and will be treated as such.

There's no place for
personalities in this business.

You will adjust yourselves to conditions
as you find them, like it or not.

You will learn to do what you are told,

whether you like the manner of telling or not.

To those of you who have always lived at
home, this change will be a big one.

If you start feeling sorry
for yourselves, you're licked.

Get up each morning
with a feeling of confidence

in your ability to take care
of your share of trouble.

Stay out of sick bay with
minor or imaginary ailments,

because the Marine Corps
doesn't run to the Navy for pampering.

If you don't weaken, you will leave
this training center after eight weeks

with a self-confidence that will stand you
in good stead for the rest of your lives.

Remember that.

All right, come to attention.

- Nice permanent, son.
- Thank you, sir.

- We'll take the curl out of it.
- Yes, sir.

Get thatjunk off your bed, Winters. Put it
in that corner so it can be shipped home.

The pretty pictures, too, sir?

You know, I've seen plenty of fresh,
young squirts like you, but it's a funny thing.

After a few days, all that school-girlishness
seems to run right out of them.

- Maybe it's the hot sun or maybe it's me.
- Well...

You better get one thing straight.
My job here is to make a Marine out of you.

If I can't do it, I'll run you out of here
so fast, you won't know what hit you.

Hello, Sarge.

What, are you back again?

Now listen, all of you, I want you
to take a good look at this ugly gorilla,

because you're gonna see a lot of him.

His name is Okay Jones.
He's already served two hitches.

I hoped we were rid of him the last time.

Now, I want to warn you.
Don't lend him any money.

And if you've got any dames
you're particular about,

lock them up below
and batten down the hatches.

And above all, don't gamble with him.

That's all. Carry on.

Hey, Sarge.

Look, you want us to
take care of this fresh guy Winters?

No, I'll take care of him myself.

And I don't wanna catch you
shooting dice with these boys.

Not me, Sarge. I've sworn off.

Of course, if that wise guy gets any ideas...

- He got any dough?
- That's one trouble with him.

Thanks, Sarge.

This is killing me. It's murder.

You can say that again, brother.

It's a cinch. Second nature to me.

Come on, Dent. Get in tempo.
Keep your eyes on the instructor.

Yes, sir.

Platoon halt. Order arms.

Dress right. Dress.

Come on. Snap into it. Ready. Front.

Right shoulder arms.

Heads up. Eyes straight to the front.

Straighten up that piece, Roberts.

Hold up that chin, Dent.
Pull down on that butt.

If you can't keep that hat on,
I'll put a string under your chin

like your grandmother used to wear.

Is that the way you're supposed to stand?

- What's the matter with you? You're tired?
- No, sir.

Get that smile off your face, Winters.

Port arms.

I said very distinctly
"port arms," not "forward march."

Yes, sir.

Left flank.

I want all of you
to watch this platoon when it passes.

They've only been at it
a few weeks longer than you.

Fourth squad, left.
Third squad, left.

Fifth squad, left. Third squad, left.

Fourth squad, left. Third squad, left.

Second squad, left.

Third squad, left.

Step. Force manual. Pull.

Right flank.

Now you see you've got a lot to learn,

so any of you men who expect
to make sea school better snap into it.

Right shoulder arms.

Left shoulder arms.
Get those pieces. Port arms.

Inspection arms.

It's ragged. It sounds like a machine gun.

Don't you know that cutoff
is supposed to be down?

Keep your eyes in the front, Winters.
Watch me.

Port arms. Left shoulder arms.

Right shoulder arms. Port arms.

Present arms. Port arms.

Inspection arms. Order arms.

See if you can get it right.

Inspection arms.

That's better, Dent.

- You're pretty good, aren't you?
- Yes, sir. Very good.

Port arms!

Right shoulder arms.

You men are moving into tents today,
so pick yourselves a wife. That's all.

Platoon dismissed.

Plenty cold here in the winter, too.

Yeah, you can say that again, brother.

Order! Halt!
Come on, Dent! Get in there!

What do you think this is, a butterfly dance?

Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing personal.

I, uh... I was just practicing.

For a moment there, I thought
Sergeant Smith had been giving you ideas.

Say, what's wrong with me, anyway?

I don't know. Where do you hurt?

I mean, why can't I ever do anything right?

Give yourself time. You'll get the hang of it.

Doesn't seem to make
any difference how hard I try.

I'm always getting things balled up.

Look what happened in the rifle range.

I was great. 100%. Didn't hit it once.

Maybe you're letting
Dixie Smith get you down.

No, that's not it. I've always been like this.
All feet and a yard wide.

This being a Marine
means a lot to you, doesn't it?

Does it? Why, I'd rather be
a sea Marine than... than...

Ever since I can remember,
I've been looking forward to it.

Say, Dent, how'd you like to bunk with me?

- What?
- Maybe I could give you a few pointers...

Gee, that'd be swell.

Oh, but they've already put Joe Sutton
in here. You've got Okay Jones.

- Never mind. I'll fix that.
- Wait a minute. You'd better not.

- Sorry, Sutton. You're moving.
- What do you mean?

Orders from Washington.

Now, look, Johnny, the only reason Smith is
riding you is because he can't ride me.

But even he knows you'll make a better
leatherneck than the rest of us put together.

Oh, tell that to the Marines.

Listen, next time you're out on that range,
be sure your sling is tight.

Get a good grip on the ground
and dig your feet in the dirt.

Watch your windage and remember,
your rifle is like ajealous woman.

You gotta hold them and squeeze.

What do you say?

Well, I guess maybe with you around to ride
herd on me, I'll make the grade.

Sure, and maybe with you around,
I'll make the grade myself.

Come on now. Let's try it.

- Here you are.
- One Hershey Bar with nuts.

Sarge, hold this for me, will ya?

I beg your pardon. My name's Chris Winters.

- Remember me?
- What are you doing here?

Me? Oh, I'm still
looking out for Willie's interests.

OK, so I'm a fresh-caught boot. But that's
not the point. What are you doing here?

Why, I'm just out getting a breath of fresh air.

Well, I hear there's
a swell batch of it down by the bay.

- Not for us.
- Don't be that way. Come on. Let's go.

- Sergeant?
- Yes, ma'am.

Sergeant, will you explain
to Private Winters that

as a Navy nurse,
I hold rank equivalent to a lieutenant

and should be addressed in
the same manner as a commissioned officer.

- A lieutenant?
- And that he should state his business

briefly and in a businesslike manner.

Ma'am. I'll impress it on him
so there'll be no misunderstanding.

Thank you. Good night.

- Say, what is this, a gag?
- You heard her.

- A woman lieutenant?
- Same thing, in the Nurse Corps.

- She's stationed here?
- In the dispensary.

- Well, I'll be. Thanks, Sar...
- Wait a minute, Winters.

- I'm only gonna apologize.
- That's not necessary.

In a perfectly military manner.

You know the regulations. She isn't
allowed to associate with enlisted men.

It wouldn't by any chance
be what's holding you back, would it?

That's where we differ.
I rush in where sergeants fear to tread.

Want a bite, Sarge?

- Take it easy, now.
- Winters.

Don't lift him, fellas.
Let him lie flat.

- Chris!
- My right leg.

- Better get him to sick bay, Sergeant.
- Call the ambulance.

Yes, sir.

Now don't move. Hold it steady.

- Let the doctor see those when they're ready.
- Right.

Are you comfortable?

Yes, sir. I mean, yes, Lieutenant.

- Just say, "Yes, Miss."
- Yes, ma'am.

I think I'd feel better
if I could sit up for a moment.

Let me help you.

Do you still feel dizzy?

Yeah. Everything's going around and around.

Uh, perhaps if I could hold on to you.

That's better.

I'm sorry about the other night.

I don't know what came over me.

I don't want you to think
I'm always like that, pulling cheap tricks.

Does it still hurt here?

And all down the left leg?

Uh... y-yes, from the knee down.

You can't imagine what I've been through,

thinking about you all the time
and not even knowing your name.

It's Mary Carter.
Now, I think you'd better lie down.

You're not serious about
those regulations, are you?

About officers and enlisted men?

I have nothing to do with that.
It's a Navy matter.

That's a lot of bunk.

Ooh! Ooh.

They can't expect me to hang around here

and not even see you, especially after...

I think you'd better relax.

Well... You're not gonna leave me, are you?

Oh, no, not while you're
in this condition. I'll be right back.

- Well, how is he?
- I think he'll recover.

- I can't find a thing.
- Of course you can't.

- There isn't anything wrong with him.
- What?

There isn't a sign of a bruise on him.

First he said his right leg hurt,
then his left. Now it's just shock.

- Why, the lying young squirt.
- It's all right, Sergeant.

The moment he sees me, a crazy impulse
seizes him and he's not himself.

- I'll kick him humpbacked.
- It's all right.

I don't think you'd better take chances.

Perhaps a good night's sleep here
where we can keep an eye on him

and see that he's kept nice and warm.

This ought to take care of that,
don't you think, Sergeant?

Mustard plaster, huh?

Any objection if I stick around
just in case he gets violent?

I think that's a very good idea. No telling
what complications might set in by morning.

- What's the verdict?
- We can't tell definitely until morning.

- Does that mean I'll have to stay all night?
- I'm afraid so.

And are you gonna be here with me?

- If you'd like me to.
- Oh, yes, thank you.

Do you think you can sit up while I rub
this ointment on your shoulders and chest?

I can try.

- Does that feel nice?
- Oh, yes, thank you.

- Cool and soothing, isn't it?
- It's wonderful.

- Would you like some more?
- Oh, please.

- You tell me where.
- Uh, all up over the shoulders.

Does that hurt?

- Yes.
- Maybe I'd better put some tape on it.

I think you'd better.

Gee, this feels swell.

I've ordered some temporary splints for your
legs in case there are any fractures.

- You're sweet.
- I hope you feel the same way tomorrow.

Oh, I will.

It's hot in here.

Nurse! Nurse!

Help! Nurse!

Nurse! Nurse!

Did you call?

- Get me outta here, quick!
- Now, now, just lie still.

- Lie still? lt's killing me. Get me outta here!
- You'll only do yourself harm.

I don't care! I'm burning up!

- Here. Take this drink of water.
- I don't want a drink of water!

I'm dying! Get it off of me, will ya?

Try to lie still,
and maybe you'll go to sleep.

Please, will you get this tape off of me?
It's killing me!

- I'll get you some aspirin.
- I don't want an aspirin!

Help! Help!

- What? ls he worse?
- Delirious.

I'm not! I'm burning up!
Get me outta here, will ya?

I'll help you.

I'll be right outside in case you need help.

Go on, laugh, you big hyena.

If you only knew what this was doing to me.

Please get it off. Will you please get it off?

- Do you think you've had enough now?
- Yes, please. Get me out of this, please.

Faster, will you?

- Why don't you use alcohol?
- But this is much quicker.

Never mind. I'll do it myself.
Look at me. I'm branded.

A perfect "V." That's for "victory."

You can get dressed now
and go back to your barracks.

Thanks.

Come in.

Well, Chief, the fire's out.

I know it was mean, but I couldn't resist it.

Aw, that's all right.
It was quite an experience.

- Besides, it worked, didn't it?
- What worked?

- My getting to see you.
- Is that so important to you?

Look, anytime I go around
impersonating a hot dog...

- With plenty of mustard.
- You know it's important.

Now, now, stay away from me.

- I think I like you better with your hair down.
- It's against regulations.

- It was for Grant to drink whiskey.
- And he lost a lot of battles on that account.

- Sure, but he won the war.
- Get out of here before I...

How can I get out of here knowing how you
feel about me? After all, I'm delirious.

Out of my head.

Yes?

Hello, Uncle Bill.

Winters, I understand you were
shaken up by an automobile.

- Yes, sir.
- Say, that's a pretty ugly cut on your lip.

- You better take care of it.
- Yes, sir.

Bye.

Like I'm telling you,
I got the whole thing all figured out.

A thousand guys getting 30 bucks a month.
That ain't...

That ain't chicken feed, baby.

OK, say I take just a fourth of them
for half that amount every payday.

That's 3,750 bucks a month.
Why, inside of four years...

Oh, sure, you got it all figured out swell.

One more hitch,
and you'll be a millionaire.

- Phony. You said that the last two times.
- I gotta soften 'em up first, don't l?

And me, giving up the Navy
for a seagoing bellhop like you.

Oh, baby, I wanna
talk to you about something.

- Sonny Boy!
- Never mind, lady. I'll get him for you.

Hey, come here!

Chris!

But, darling!

Well, aren't you going to kiss me?

S-Sister, what in the world
are you doing here?

- Sister?
- That's what all the fellas here call their...

- Their dames?
- Yeah.

Here he is, ma'am.

Oh, but you let him get all wet.

I mean, oh, you're sweet.
But really, you are terribly sweet.

Would you mind holding him
till we get in the car?

- Sure.
- Did you say till we get in the car?

Of course. You're having dinner with
Uncle Bob and me on the Padgetts' boat.

Sorry. We're not allowed
off the base for seven weeks.

Silly. Don't you think I knew that?

Mister? Will you
come here a moment, please?

- You're an officer of some kind, aren't you?
- A sergeant.

Well, would you say that a pass signed
by General Gordon himself is good?

Lady, any pass signed by the C.O.
is OK with me any day.

- You see?
- I just remembered. I have to clean my rifle.

- Forget it.
- It's awfully greasy.

Go on. Have yourself some fun
while you can. The rifle can wait.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant.
I'll see that he's not too late.

You see?

Hey, lady. Don't forget Sonny Boy.

Oh, thank you. Darling,
you don't mind holding him, do you?

I know he's dripping wet,
but water can't hurt you.

And I do hate tracks
all over the upholstery, but really I do.

Mary!

Mary!

I can't make it tonight, Jim.
I have to go on duty.

- Mary.
- Do you want to break a window?

Mary.

I'm sorry I'm late.

If you think I've
been waiting for you, you're crazy.

I tried my best to get back in time, but...

Your sister wouldn't let you.

We got to talking about
ajob I was offered in Washington.

Yes, I'm sure you did.

- Aren't you interested in hearing about it?
- Why should I be?

I thought perhaps
you'd help me decide what to do.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
my advice isn't worth much.

- It's, uh, a deskjob.
- Really?

- You know, good pay, shorter hours.
- It sounds overwhelming.

No more sneaking around in the dark,
chucking rocks at strange windows.

Then by all means, you should take it.

You don't think the Marine Corps
would be mad at me if I quit?

I should think they'd be
delighted to get rid of a fresh...

- You say the sweetest things to me.
- Leave me alone. I've got to go in.

Not until I tell you how crazy I am about you.

I thought you liked me, too.

After all, you made me
a mustard plaster, didn't you?

You don't want me to go, do you?

Don't get the idiotic idea that I was jealous.

No, of course not.

You... Why don't you
stay away from me, please?

I bet I'm the first leatherneck in history
that ever kissed a lieutenant.

1, 2. To the rear... march!

To the rear, march!

1, 2, 3, 4. Hep, hep.

Get those chins up, chests out.

Hep. The guard is right.

Suck it in, Adams.

What do you think you're doing,
Sutton, the rumba?

Put your mind on your work. You're getting
paid for this. Hep. Hep, hep. 1, 2.

Halt. Left face!

Order arms.

Just between us, Dent,
who ever let you in the Marines?

- He must have been a close, personal friend.
- Yes, sir.

What's the matter with you?
Didn't you get enough sleep?

- Who, me?
- You heard me.

- Yeah.
- Sir!

Yes, sir.

You'd think he'd get tired
of hearing himself talk.

- What's that, Winters?
- Nothing, sir. I was just thinking out loud.

Well, let's not have
any secrets around here. Speak up.

I suggest, sir, if you stop trying to scare the
pants off of Dent, perhaps he might do better.

So the captain from Culver
doesn't like the way I run this outfit.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that, sir.

- Still, as I was telling General Gordon...
- Pardon me. You were telling who?

General Gordon. You know, the C.O.?
We were yachting together.

Winters, that's very interesting.

- I'm sure you can be a great help to us here.
- Thank you, sir.

In fact, it might be a good idea
for you to take over a little while.

- Put some of your theories into practice.
- Very well. I'd be glad to.

- Carry on, Captain.
- Do you mind?

Hall, step in the front rank.

Right shoulder arms!

Left face!

Forward march!

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2. Get those pieces straight in there.

Straighten up that...

Chin up!

Experimenting, Sergeant?

Just trying to find out if it's true
about putting salt on the bird's tail, sir.

- Winters, eh?
- Yes, sir.

- Let me know the answer.
- Very well, sir.

Say, how do you like thatjerk up there?

Hey, Cap, is this the way they do it at Culver?

The idea of Sergeant Smith
thinking he could drill us.

Why, he hasn't been at it
hardly more than about 20 years.

- Hey, brother.
- Yeah.

- Isn't he firm-looking?
- He certainly is.

He scares the pants off me
just to look at him.

- Hey, fellas, why don't you cut the clownin'?
- Why, ain't I doin' good?

Come on, you guys!
Let's give him the Volga Boatmen.

Come on!

Attention!

Right shoulder arms!

Forward march! 1, 2, 3, 4.

Column halfway. March.

1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2. Pick it up.

1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2...

First squad, rear march,
second squad, rear march,

third squad, rear march,
fourth squad, rear march,

fifth squad, rear march,
second squad, rear march,

third squad, rear march,
fourth squad, rear march.

Marching manual arms.

To the rear march,
to the rear march.

Platoon halt.

Order arms.

Dress left dress.

Dress left down there.

Keep your chins up
and dress up that end down there.

Ready front.

- Take your place in rank.
- Yes, sir.

Is this your idea of handling men?

Under certain circumstances, yes, sir.

Someday you're apt
to get your block knocked off.

I was captain
of the boxing team at Culver, too.

I've often wondered how Culver
managed to survive after you left.

Well, men, your recruit training
is drawing to a close.

I've been watching you
through your entire course,

and tomorrow I'll recommend
certain of you for sea school.

Blues will be issued to the chosen.

You will parade in them on Friday
before the commanding officer.

I don't want you men
who are not selected to be disappointed.

You'll find that your opportunities for service
are not alone confined to sea duty

and that yourjobs are equally important,
wherever you're assigned.

So, always remember, wherever
you are and whatever you do,

you are all United States Marines.

Platoon right!

Forward march. Platoon halt.

Order arms.

The men who have been selected for sea
school are present and accounted for, sir.

Private Winters.

- I congratulate you, Winters.
- Thank you, sir.

Private Burke, sir.

- I congratulate you, Burke.
- Thank you, sir.

- Private Hall, sir.
- I congratulate you...

Goodbye, Wyoming.

So long, you seagoing bellhops.
Let me see you keep those decks clean.

Yeah, show that bunch at Camp Elliot
what a real leatherneck is like.

Come on. I'll walk down to the truck with you.

Well...

Keep the salt out of your eyes.

- Somebody else will move into the tent now.
- Maybe.

Chris, I wanna thank you
for everything you tried to do for me.

- Oh, forget it.
- It was all my fault.

- I just couldn't make the grade.
- Well, you'll make it yet, without Dixie Smith.

Sure. They can't keep
a guy like me down forever.

Remember what I told you, kid. Keep your
sling tight and dig those feet in the dirt.

You said it.
"Hold 'em and squeeze 'em, Dent."

There goes a swell little guy.

Yeah, you can say that again, brother.

You look as if you'd lost your last friend.

Maybe I have.

Johnny Dent?

They kicked him out of here today.

Is this Mr. Chris Winters speaking?

The hard-boiled Mr. Winters
who thought that sea school

was just another high school fraternity?

Yeah, sure.
And as far as I'm concerned, it still is.

It's just the dirty way they rode him out of
here, broke his heart, that burns me up.

That's not true, Winters, and you know it.

I gave him every chance in the world.

Sure, if that's what
you call bellowing at him,

making his life miserable, driving him crazy.

- Chris.
- Especially after all that talk I've heard

about tradition, the esprit de corps.

That kid from Wyoming had more inside him
than you and all the rest of us put together.

- Sure, he did.
- Then why did you keep hounding him?

- You know what sea school meant to him.
- I don't have to explain anything to you.

It's time you got it through your thick skull
that this Corps runs on ability, not sentiment.

That goes for you, too, even if
I have to put up with a lot from you

because your father is a friend.

- You leave my father out of this.
- Chris!

Winters, you can't hit me.
You'll get yourself in real trouble.

Trouble or no trouble, I've had enough of this
place and I've had enough of you, too!

- Winters, don't be a fool.
- I know what I'm doing, you big ape.

Stop it, Chris! They can court-martial you!

Attention!

- What's your name?
- Private Winters, sir.

- Couple of you men take him to the brig.
- Yes, sir.

All right, get going.

All right, get going.

Attention!

All right, Winters. Come here.

- What time does the prison train leave?
- Report back to your outfit.

Does that mean
I'm not under arrest anymore?

You heard your orders. Get going.

I must have had this thing
figured out all wrong.

Maybe they give you medals
for socking sergeants.

Good morning, gentlemen.

It is morning, isn't it?

Smart guy, I'd lay off of
that fresh stuff if I was you,

after what you just pulled on Dixie Smith.

- Oh, that.
- Yeah, a guy with a record like his.

- 25 years in the same outfit.
- He's the best top kick in the business.

- He's got medals down to here.
- Say, what is this, a lynching bee?

Imagine a swell guy like Dixie
taking the rap for a character like this.

- What do you mean, rap?
- You heard him.

- The Sarge is gonna be busted.
- Busted?

He told 'em he hit you first, didn't he?

Now wait a minute. He told 'em what?

Yes?

- Private Winters asks to speak to the Major.
- Is he out there now?

- Yes, sir.
- Very well. Send him in.

The Major will see you.

- Yes, Winters?
- Sergeant Smith told you he struck me first.

That's not true, sir. He only grabbed
my arms and tried to hold me off.

Odd. Smith said it was the other way around.

I know, sir, but your niece saw the whole
thing. She'll tell you what happened.

You realize that this may
mean prison and dishonorable discharge?

- Yes, sir.
- Orderly!

Ask Miss Carter in the dispensary
to come to my office at once.

- Yes, sir.
- Take a seat over there, Winters.

Yes, sir.

You saw the fight between
Sergeant Smith and Private Winters?

- Yes, sir.
- Which one struck the first blow?

Sergeant Smith.

But he didn't. You know he didn't.

Winters was only defending himself.

Go on, Mary. Tell him the truth.
It's all right. I want you to.

- I have told him the truth.
- You haven't. You know...

- You're Chris Winters' son, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

He and Sergeant Smith
served in France together?

Yes, sir, but that has nothing...

I understand, and that's exactly what
we'd expect from Chris Winters' son.

- But, sir, I'm trying...
- That's all. You may go.

Thank you.

- But...
- That's all.

Yes, sir.

Mary, look, it was swell of you
to lie for me like that...

I didn't lie for you. I said that only
because I promised Sergeant Smith I would.

What?

And you needn't think he did it
for you either. It was for your father.

Yeah, well, I don't want any of his favors.

If you had any sense, you'd realize
he's the only friend you have.

Does that go for you, too?

What in the world
did you want to come here for?

Because they expect me not to.

I don't understand. What does it matter what
they think? You'll be out of here before long.

It matters to me. And smile, will ya?
We're having a wonderful time.

Look, babe,
you know what I've been thinkin'?

Yeah.

So sorry.
Deucedly clumsy of me, old boy. Eh, what?

Do I have to get knocked down
just so you can prove

you don't care what these people think?

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Chris? Why don't you do
what you know you want to do?

You've got your weekend pass. We can run
over to the hotel and call Uncle Bob.

He'll have your transfer
arranged for by Monday.

Oh, darling, we could have
such a wonderful time.

- OK, they've seen me now. Let's go.
- Do you really mean it?

- But positively.
- Come on.

- Chris, what is it?
- How do I know? Maybe there's a fire.

- It's all right, Sergeant. He has a pass.
- Sorry, lady. All leaves are canceled.

Hear that siren?
That means maneuvers are starting.

- It's a fine time of night to start war games.
- But this was signed by General Gordon.

It makes no difference. It'd take
a Constitutional Amendment to get him out.

- Five minutes sooner, we'd have made it.
- No, wait.

Couldn't you turn your back for a minute?
No one would ever know.

Make it snappy, buddy.
Get back and report to your sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Contact your uncle.
Have it arranged by the time I get back.

- You won't change your mind?
- Not this time.

Good night, St. Peter.

- Go down to the port right away.
- Aye aye, sir.

Come on, you men.
Lend a hand with the ammunition.

Stand by to load. Control, control...

Oh, boy, oh, boy. This is the life.

I thought they said
it was tough out here on a battleship.

This is a pleasure.
I'll take this to drilling any time in the week.

Hey, brother,
ring that bell over there, will ya?

Have them send me a bottle of beer
right over the ice.

I'm busy resting. Gin.

- Hey, where are you going? Got a date?
- Yeah. So have you.

Get on your feet, men. Up and at 'em.

- The Skipper has invited all of us to a party.
- Party?

Slip into old clothes and button up warm.
We're being transferred to a minesweeper.

- Minesweeper? Tonight?
- That's right. Target repair.

- Target repair? That's murder.
- No kiddin'. It's the dirtiestjob in the Navy.

Nonsense. All you gotta do
is sit in the boat and let them shoot at ya.

- Yeah, that's all. You just sit there.
- Come on, men. Snap into it.

Stand by to commence firing.

Stand by to commence firing.
Stand by to commence firing.

- There they go!
- Stand by, men.

- Cease firing.
- Cease firing. Cease firing.

Bear a hand now, men.

Only 30 minutes to repair
those targets before they open fire again.

Aye aye, sir.

You got 26 minutes.

Bear a hand, then we gotta shove off.

Get aboard.

Get going, you guys.

Come on, fellas! Let's go!

Coming down!

It's been close to 30 minutes already.

Come on! Let's get outta here!

Stand by to commence firing.

Stand by to commence firing.
Stand by to commence firing.

- Boy, we just made it.
- Brother, you can say that again.

- Where's Smith?
- Why, he's r...

- Stand fast.
- We can get him, sir.

We gotta get him.
You can't leave him out there.

Get a message through
to the flagship to cease firing.

Tell 'em to cease firing.
Urgent. Man on target.

Holy smoke!

Cease firing. Cease firing.

Hey!

What is...

- There he is, Captain!
- I can see Dixie.

Stand by to heave him a line.

They can't kill you old-timers.
They oughta stop trying.

That's right. We just fade away.

Go back to bed, and
I'll tell them you need a special diet.

Steak medium and plenty of blonde nursing.

I'll pick her out myself.

Well, they tell me you're gonna live.
Sorry to hear it.

According to rumor,
you could have prevented it.

Not while I was in your debt.

Is that why you did it?

Sure. What other reason would I have?

Then I suppose there's
no point in saying thanks.

On the contrary. Now I can get
out of here with a clear conscience.

You're getting out of the Marines?

With alacrity.

I'm going to Washington and sit at a big desk

with a highball in one hand
and a private secretary in the other

and think of you poor guys
moiling and toiling your life away

in some tropical paradise.

Maybe that's a good idea,
Winters, and I'll tell you why.

You've got everything it takes to make a good
Marine: courage, ability, stamina...

- Never mind the valentine.
- Everything but this.

Heart, spirit, the feeling of the Corps,

the thing that makes a Marine different
from any other fighting man.

And without that, you'll never
make a leatherneck in a million years.

Well, for the first time, we're even.

I haven't got what the Marines want,
and they certainly haven't got what I want.

Maybe what you and I needed was a war,

so we could look forward to something
pleasant happening to one another.

I had you pretty well sized-up from the first.

Remember I told you I'd either
make a Marine out of you or drive you out?

Well, I kept my promise. Now get outta here.

Oh, by the way, when I get to Washington,
I'm gonna do some checking up.

I wanna know why they missed that target.

Chris. Chris, I just heard what you did.

- It was wonderful.
- Wonderful?

It's the sort of thing that, well,
Marines do that makes the Corps what it is.

I don't know what they told you,
but if you want to make me a hero, forget it.

- They said you risked your life...
- I know.

- I just don't wanna owe that guy anything.
- Chris.

I tried to make it clear when I got here
I don't want favors from anybody.

- I just came to remind him and say goodbye.
- Goodbye?

Remember thatjob
I was telling you about in Washington?

- Well, I'm taking it.
- I don't believe it.

I've thought it over,
looked at it from every angle.

I realize people will say
I quit, that I couldn't take it.

Maybe they're right.
Maybe I'm wrong. I'm not blaming anyone.

Say I'm a misfit, a rugged
individualist, anything you want to.

All I know is they don't speak my language
here, and I don't speak theirs.

But, Chris, you can'tjust walk out like that.

Oh, yes, I can. I'd have quit long ago
if it hadn't been forjust one thing. You.

Listen, Mary, I know this
all started off as a wild flirtation,

but you mean everything to me now.

I could leave this place
without an ounce of regret,

but I can't leave you.

Come with me. Marry me.

I've wanted you to say that,
Chris, for a long time.

I even practiced what I was going to say
when you asked me... If you asked me.

- You don't have to say anything. Come on.
- No.

What I wanted to say
doesn't mean anything now.

If I went with you, I'd be just a misfit, too.

Goodbye, Chris. Good luck.

Get a load of the M.P.

Hey, Johnny!

- How are ya?
- You son of a gun!

What are you practicing to be,
a cop in Chugwater?

- Remember me?
- Chris!

- I hear you pulled Dixie Smith out of the lake.
- Forget it. Pure case of mistaken identity.

Aw, don't let him kid you, Johnny.
He's just being modest.

If they give you a medal
for saving the Sarge, what'll you do with it?

- What do you think?
- Oh, Chris!

Chris!

Excuse me a minute, fellas.

Come on, tell me all about it.

- Look. It's all fixed. Everything.
- Did they say when I can leave?

Right now. As soon as you get them signed.

Good.

I'll get some civvies and pick you up
at the hotel. You get the tickets.

- Oh, but, darling, I already have.
- You think of everything, don't you?

I try to.

Dad.

- Hello, son.
- What are you doing here?

I thought I caught a faint scent of gunpowder
in the air, and I wanted to make sure.

- Sorry I wasn't here. I had to go shopping.
- That's all right.

- It gave me a chance to say hello to Dixie.
- Oh.

- I gather he thinks pretty highly of you, son.
- Of me?

Oh, he told me you'd had your little run-ins,

but I knew you would
when I sent you down here.

Dad, there's something I want to tell you.

I know all about it, and I'm proud of you, son.

For 25 years I've been in debt to that man.

- I had to wait for you to repay him.
- What do you mean?

- I've never told you about Dixie, have l?
- No.

I wanted you to know him
and find out for yourself,

but now, well, I guess it won't do any harm
for you to hear the whole story.

Thank you, son. When I first got
in the Marines in the last war,

I was a pretty fresh young officer.
I thought I knew everything,

just as I imagine you did
when you first came here.

I suppose that's because
we both did so well at Culver.

Well, we got to France
and we headed for the front lines.

Dixie was my top sergeant. To me,
of course, he was just another noncom.

I was giving the orders around there.

I wasn't listening
to Dixie Smith or anybody else.

And then one day they sent us out
to capture an important salient.

I lost my head completely.

The plain truth is I was scared stiff.

You're burning a hole in my blanket, Dad.

I'm sorry, son.
I never could handle those fool things.

Well, sir, for a while it looked like
we were all going to be wiped out.

All I could think of was to get back.

Every man for himself
and the devil take the hindmost.

I yelled at Dixie, but he wouldn't budge.
I called him every name in the book.

I threatened
to have him shot for disobedience.

He just looked at me and then did the only
thing left. He gave me his boot.

Yes, sir, right where the Allegheny
joins the Monongahela to form the Ohio.

That's why I'm limping today.

Then he issued a few quiet orders,
and we held on.

In fact, we knocked over
half a dozen machine gun nests.

Got decorated, kissed by Marshal Foch

and as gloriously drunk in Paris
as any two sailors you ever saw.

Why didn't you ever tell me this before, Dad?

Well, son, it's not exactly the sort of a thing

a man likes to talk about before his children.

At least I won't have to go around explaining
anymore how you got shot in the back.

Well, I guess I'll go over
and pay my respects to General Gordon.

Perhaps we could get
a little time together later.

You can tell me all about your plans.

Sure, Dad. That'll be swell.

Did he go for it, Skipper?

I don't know. I did some pretty fast talking.

I only hope I didn't put it on too thick.

By the way, if the point ever comes up,

you saved me from being a coward.

I saved you from what?

I'm still limping from the kick you're
supposed to have given me in no-man's-land.

Well, I'll be. That settles it.

- How about that crap game you promised?
- Forget it. I'm getting out of here for good.

How do you like that guy!
He's even got my old man working on me.

Nothing like traveling light.

You don't expect me to run
about with nothing but a toothbrush, do you?

He just adores good music.

Maybe you oughta let him take lessons.

We interrupt this program
to bring you a special news bulletin.

Steve Early, the President's
secretary, has just released

further information concerning the surprise
Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and Manila.

Indications are that the two squadrons of
Japanese bombers attacking at dawn

caused severe damage to Naval units
and air forces based in Honolulu

and took a heavy toll in lives.

The air assaults
on the American fleet are continuing.

For further reports, stay tuned
to the station to which you're listening.

- Why, the dirty yellow...
- But that can't be true.

I know. It's Orson Welles.

One hour after the move
against the American outposts,

Ambassador Nomura and Special Envoy
Kurusu were in Secretary of State Hull's offiice

handing him the Japanese response
to President Roosevelt's offer.

What's that?

What's that?

Hey, that's my outfit!

What are you doing?

- Where are you going?
- To kiss those monkeys goodbye.

Chris!

- Well, Sarge, I'm here.
- Go on. Beat it.

- I was only kidding.
- Out of the way. You're blocking the street.

- This isn'tjust your war. I've as much right...
- Sit in your swivel chair where you belong.

You're an ex-Marine. I took your
transfer papers to General Gordon myself.

How did I know there'd be a war?
And Dad can get the papers back.

- Not before we're gone.
- I'll go without 'em.

You've got a fat chance of getting
on that boat without a uniform.

All right, if that's the situation.
Here. Hold this.

You can't do that here.

I don't have to take orders from you.
I'm a civilian. You said so yourself.

Hey, wait a minute!
All right, get back in there.

You men close in around him.

Chris! Chris!

Dad, listen, beat it back to the base
and get those papers from General Gordon.

- Send them to Helene's uncle and tell him...
- Never mind. I got 'em right here.

- Good.
- God bless you, son, and give 'em hell.

So long.
I'll send you some Japs for Christmas.

- Get on, Winters. You're holding up the war.
- Yes, sir.

Keep your eyes up, Winters.
Up, I said. Higher!

Higher!

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze

From dawn to setting sun

We have fought in every clime and place

Where we could take a gun

In the snow of far-off northern lands

And in sunny tropic scenes

You will always find us on the job

The United States Marines

Here's health to you and to our Corps

Which we are proud to serve

In many a strife we've fought for life

And never lost our nerve

If the Army and the Navy

Ever look on heaven's scenes

They will find the streets are guarded by

The United States Marines