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I can't do this, Carl. I can't live this life again.
Come on! Grab that hose!
You studying on nursing?
You ended my diving career, lieutenant.
- We're coming home, chief. - Never doubted it.
Kill me? Goddamn. For a minute, I thought this was serious.
Machinist's Mate Rourke, 91.
Divers, square yourselves away and approach the rail.
See? Now wasn't that easy?
You will lose if you touch that water. Do you hear me?
Hold him up.
There's only three choices a colored man has in the Navy.
...is that he worked for God, and I am God!
...but I'll bet you your cob pipe I can hold it for five...
Seven.
You're just there to swim, nothing else.
Now if you don't mind...
No. Billy.
Leslie?
Chief.
Or they'll never salute you the rest of your life.
Probable Russian sub. Bearing at 209...
...reinstate me to active duty.
We're all extremely proud of you, Chief Brashear.
I guess he did.
...Leslie.
At least give me that much.
Billy...
Come in.
Says he can hold his breath for 4 minutes.
Blue diver?
The question is, sir:
He stays down any longer, he'll get mail.
- Navy diver, stand down. - Diver, you will disregard.
But if I win, you ship out tonight. Deal?
I can work with you, but my time is precious.
...Boatswain's Mate...
...in the U.S. Navy.
Tell the dive station to supply a standby.
I believe Gunner's Mate Snowhill's a liar!
I'm three months late.
I guess that fucker got his in the end.
I'm getting dizzy.
Change him out now!
Best get moving.
Sirs, I promise if I am killed at sea...
Carl, are you okay? Carl?
Take it inside.
Bust the old rules, if you have to.
Okay. Go on.
I don't move up in rank unless I dive.
Morning Let's get it
- What is going on? - She's gonna roll over!
And remember: One-night stands may be over by morning...
Blue diver, come in.
...and raise her up.
Ladies, gentlemen, and the rest of you lowdown cats...
You swam out of the Saint Lo at Leyte Gulf.
Lay back into it. Keep it steady. Steady.
- It's my fault. - It's all your fault.
- Carl, is that you? - Hey, Jo. It's me.
You get in there and fight, Carl.
I'm doing my best, Hart.
I don't owe you a goddamn fucking thing!
Do you hear me, chief?!
Stay the hoe, John. Get the hoe, John.
Can I still dive?
Welcome to Bayonne, New Jersey.
Better get your ass off this deck.
- Aren't you going to go too? - No.
You ain't gonna find him.
Went down on a shallow reef, trapped me and six boys in the fire room.