mr. bell. - yes, sir. - he's here. moss? - here, sir. - mchale. - who? - mchale. - mchale. i know you're here. what's the matter-- parker? here, sir. seems like you're all here. i guess i--where... parker, i'll give you to the count of 3 to get out of that can. 1, 2... - hello, mon capitan. you're no ensign. get over here, mchale. what are you running here now, a folies bergere? - well... - well, now i can explain, sir. it's all my fault. - you'll have plenty of time to explain at your court-martial. i've really got you this time, mchale-- trying to murder your commanding officer, smuggling french girls onto an american naval base. all right, mademoiselle, you will accompany me. get her out of there. - virgil! - captain, you'd better be careful of the way you treat her because she's the daughter of charles bergerac. he's a very important man to the u.s. navy. - i don't care if he plays ping-pong with bull howze. i want--bergerac? charles armand bergerac? - oui. he is the one. - you've had to go and kidnap the daughter of bergerac? you utter, complete numskull! - but now wai