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Sir, I am a Navy man.
The man I married never quit anything a day in his life.
Two were recovered. However, a third hydrogen bomb remains lost at sea.
Yes, sir!
Snowhill, please step forward.
One.
Put Snowhill back in.
- I have to change out his air hose. - Listen, Rourke...
They too have endured great pains to support me.
He ain't said not one word since we left the recruiter.
I want to quit!
They're just giving it to me.
Today will decide which of you will become Navy divers.
Topside, I have located my work light.
Don't you see? I'm not like you?
Step forward!
- The man I just saw... - The man you saw is a master chief.
As Navy ships comb the Mediterranean in search of the warhead...
Moments before, the bomber's crew jettisoned their nuclear payload.
- How will you spend retirement? - How's it feel to be a hero?
Leave him.
You mean if he drowned, he wouldn't float right, yes?
...officer's valet... - Listening, Carl?
...primarily of human skin?
Investigating in deep water will be the work of ALVIN...
Diver coming up and over.
That's what it says in the new book?
- How's it look? - Looks like hell.
About face.
We waited three years for that slot to open up.
I don't know any songs!
Don't take promises.
I want to quit! I really want to quit!
...with the chief of naval personnel.
Instead, you got your ass kicked by a couple of Marines.
Oh, yeah? Fine.
Don't come back here.
- Sailor falls overboard, they... - Dive in and save him. Yes, sir.
...our arrangement ends.
Beware what you wish for.
Hell, I don't know why anyone would want to be a Navy diver.
Well, let's just see.
I'm sorry.
Honor, sir.
To celebrate. You had me going. I thought I couldn't dive no more.
...be a dear lad and get us two Scotches.
You bottom suckers are not fit to observe them.
- You screw up and he's dead, read me? - Yes, master chief.
Eleven. If he's lucky, he'll die young, 200 feet beneath the waves.
I told you. We're a public library, not a tutoring service.
I want to make master chief.
...or I'll snap your goddamn wrist. You read me?
Now because you pulled...
Ten. If it's lost underwater, he finds it.
Attention on deck!
Chief Decker, you are the chief master at arms...
Gentlemen, his leg.
Alpha Whiskey, this is Charlie Victor.
Goddamn It, Karlo, Move Your Ass! I Want My 12
You did your best, Chief Sunday. Lieutenant Hanks.
He busted him down a stripe and shipped him out.
That thing's light duty. It'll snap like a matchstick.
Assaulting a superior commission officer.
I'm sorry.
Blue diver, we have an unknown contact.
...could you meet me?
I love you.
Gentlemen, sirs, returning to the issue at hand...
Hell, I don't know why anybody'd want to be a Navy diver.
- Come on, Isert, hang the patch. - Yeah, okay, Rourke. I'm trying.
I'm afraid the condition is totally inoperable.