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11,000 yards and closing.
Up periscope.
- Delivery seven. - We have a shooting solution.
Yeah. I guess you're right.
without fear of punishment or reprisal from me.
- Roger that, Sonar. - Captain, I'm just wondering.
- 10,000 yards and closing. - Prepare for torpedo guidance.
I knew we shouldn't have come in from the south.
By the code of military justice, that constitutes gross insubordination,
Your new orders are to operate only in sections 3A and 3B.
Go ahead sir, Try it now
Captain, we are not following the parameters of this exercise.
- This is good coffee, Buckman. - Thank you, sir.
All stop. Half-degree down bubble.
- All back one-third. Right full rudder. - Right full rudder, aye.
Third in his class at sub school. Did even better in the advanced course.
are about to take part in a highly experimental war game conceived by Admiral Winslow.
# Blow that nutso kooky punk back downtown
After you had narrowed it without authorisation.
Your son? Stepanak, sir?
Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to congratulate you on a textbook dive.
Have I got the right man?
He hears everything. His last CO thought he was a security problem.
No, it's not. That's why they decoded it twice.
Me when I nearly spill Yorkshire Gold on the TLM... Nobody saw that...
Well, you're about to join the elite of the submarine service.
- Oh, boy, look at the fireworks. - No, I believe that's a flare.
- Emily... - Please. Don't ask me.
Get up there, you miserable little puke.
- Everything in hand? - Yes, sir.
But her captain is undoubtedly a cunning man,
We're in the engagement zone. Shouldn't we be running silent?
I'd say the weather was the determining factor, wouldn't you?
They lose us for 20, 30 seconds, then all they can pick up is the tanker.
You've lost it, Dodge. You've gone round the bend.
(calls marching pace)
- He can't say that! - Pascal, down. Heel.
The captain does not deny this.
Lt Lake.
- It was as much my fault as anybody's. - No. It was mine.
Foul down the right-field line. It struck the ball girl. Knocked her cold.
- Sir, that's out of the quadrant. - Yes, it is.
Now you take a look at that galley chart.
She may not be the youngest girl at the ball, but she'll turn a head or two.
Look, gentlemen, I know this is an unusual situation.
Moving on to the last name on the list, Lt Cmdr Thomas Dodge.
Gee, now I've gone and done it. Ruined my career!
I want a man with a tattoo on his dick
Ten seconds.
Mike.
I hate these stinking submarines, but I sure as hell am not going to die in one.
Sorry, sir. The Band-Aid was holding the fingernail on.
Come on, put some muscle into it.
If we don't give him a boat, he'll be dropped from the command programme,
But that cuts the containment area in half, sir.
(clanking subsides)
- You're Stoneball Jackson. - Who you calling Stoneball?
- Hey, Gomer, can you get this hatch for us? - This week.
No one has ever been court-martialled for following the captain's orders.
Ping!
He's an admiral. He thinks sub duty will shake me up.
After 80 days under the ice pack I thought some recreation might be in order.