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Williams got the shaft and you know it, Chief.

Look, DiMaggio hit in 56 straight.

Now, your Teddy boy ain't never going do that.

Nobody is.

Let's get it to periscope depth, Chief.

Come up to periscope depth, aye, sir.

Scope's awash.

Now, you want to talk hitters?

You should've seen Roger Hornsb...

Good Lord.

What do you see, Skipper?

What's out there?

It looks like the entire Japanese fleet.

What are they doing this far east?

We should take her down, sir. Wait till they pass.

It's too late, X.O. We're spotted.

-X.O.: Crash dive, sir? -Negative.

We've got to get word to Pearl.

[opening theme music playing]

It's a submarine, sir-- an old submarine.

The first thing you heard was the hull collapsing.

[explosive crashing, trilling]

Well, what was that other noise?

Sunken vessels make that noise

when they split in half, sir.

Huh. You think that this is the USS Dolphin,huh?

Yes, sir.

It departed Midway Island

on November 21, 1941, headed for Hawaii.

It never arrived.

It's been overdue and presumed lost for 59 years.

The sound was picked up by listening stations

in the Aleutians, the Philippines and Hawaii.

The source triangulates to an area

roughly 37 degrees north,

170 degrees west.

The Dolphinwas last heard from on December 5, 1941.

That day...

They were right in the path of the Japanese fleet...

on the way to Pearl Harbor.

Yes, sir.

The Dolphinand its crew might have been

the first American casualties of World War II.

CHEGWIDDEN: It's big news, all right,

and somebody's trying to beat us to it.

Admiral, please, have a seat.

Commander.

A civilian salvage operator

by the name of Jack Riggins

got wind of the discovery of the Dolphin

and dropped his flag on it.

Commander, we cannot have some damn ghoul

disturbing the tomb of 60 brave Americans.

No, sir.

The SECNAV asked Admiral Stanton to represent

the submarine community's interest in the case.

I served in half a dozen boats like the Dolphin.

I was at Pearl Harbor when we were attacked.

But I never expected to see the day

when the bones of dead submariners

would be brought up by a souvenir hunter.

Sir, what do we know about Riggins' plans?

Well, his press release says that bringing up the Dolphin

will help him write

"The ultimate chapter on Pearl Harbor."

He wants to sell artifacts

to finance his historical undertaking.

Well, our first move, sir, would be

to file a petition in federal court

for a temporary restraining order.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

You, sir?

I'll take this one, Commander.

One of the privileges of rank is taking the opportunity

to squash a parasite like Riggins myself.

Yes, sir.

[bells tolling]

Thank you, A.J.

I appreciate it.

I'm sure those boys on the Dolphinwill, too.

Sir.

Matthew.

Sir, if there's any way I can aid in...

Well, as a matter of fact, Commander, there is.

I've got an appointment with the armed services committee

about my annual budget proposal.

You'll pinch-hit for me.

We need a 4.3% increase.

Admiral, I hardly distinguished myself

the last time I entered into that arena, sir.

Ah, don't be modest, Commander.

You got the funds to repair the hole you shot

in the courtroom ceiling.

Excuse me. Sergeant?

That's Gunnery Sergeant.

That's what I meant to say-- G-Gunnery Sergeant.

Could you tell me where Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie's office is?

She's over there in the corner.

Thanks...

Gunnery Sergeant.

-[knock on door] -Enter.

Colonel MacKenzie?

Yeah.

Petty Officer Second Class Potts reporting as ordered, ma'am.

At ease. You can sit next to Lieutenant Roberts.

Yes, ma'am.

ROBERTS: I explained to the colonel

that you'd be willing to accept

45 days restriction to the ship,

extra duty and some forfeiture of pay.

But that's not going to cut it, Petty Officer.

Any deal we make has to include

an other-than-honorable discharge.

Discharge? But I don't want to leave the Navy, ma'am.

I-I-I love the Navy.

Then why didn't you get into shape

before you were assigned mandatory PT?

And once you got it, why didn't you attend?

Most of all, why didn't you lay off the diet pills?

I was trying to keep my weight down, ma'am.

Well, then, next time, stop eating.

The diet pills are amphetamines.

Colonel, Petty Officer Potts is not a criminal.

I'm aware of that, Lieutenant.

That's why I'm offering your client the closest thing

naval justice has to a free lunch.

Pardon the expression.

Ma'am, isn't this just an overreaction

to the fact that Petty Officer Potts

happens not to look like the poster boy for the SEALs?

The Navy doesn't want him physically fit

to put his picture on a calendar, Lieutenant.

It wants him fit so he can do his job.

He's a system technician-- a computer nerd.

For now, but there's no telling what crisis may come up,

or where the Navy might need him.

You know the standards of readiness.

So he's being made an example of.

That's not fair, ma'am.

We didn't choose him, Lieutenant;

he chose himself when he broke

half a dozen articles and regulations.

So yousay, ma'am.

Lieutenant, I'd say it's fairly obvious.

MAN: I've salvaged Spanish galleons in the Caribbean

and gold rush paddlewheelers off the California coast,

but I have never discovered anything

as exciting as the Dolphin.

To think of the things it saw--

of the hellacious final battle that it fought...

Morning, Admiral.

I'm Stuart Grossman.

I'm Jack Riggins' attorney.

A.J. Chegwidden.

The astronomers study the stars.

I study the ocean floor.

And when wasthe last time an astronomer

sold a planet at an auction house?

Jack gets a bit carried away,

but he really iscontributing to human knowledge.

Yeah, and his own pocketbook.

It's a bit unusual for the JAG to be arguing a case, isn't it?

Not when the case means as much to the JAG as this one.

Well, this isn't the game you're used to playing, Admiral.

Judges down here are a little... different.

WOMAN: "United States of America,

all 50 of them,

v. Castaway Salvage, Incorporated

and Jack Riggins, individually,

petition for temporary restraining order."

Who speaks for the government?

Your Honor, I'm Admiral A.J. Chegwidden,

Navy Judge Advocate General

appointed by the Justice Department as Special Assistant

United States Attorney for this matter.

Got the big guns, huh?

Where's this court's authority

to adjudicate conflicting claims

over vessels sunk in international waters?

Steinmetzand USS Hatteras, Your Honor.

These cases establish that

warships belong to their sovereign nations

in perpetuity, no matter where they were sunk.

The Dolphinwas and is a U.S. Navy submarine.

After 59 years on the ocean floor.

No wonder you people keep asking congress

for money, Admiral.

Your Honor, under the "law of finds,"

a principle dating back

to the days of Roman sailing vessels,

any abandoned shipwreck may be claimed by the finder.

But, Your Honor, abandonment is hardly the issue here.

The Navy only recently found the Dolphin.

Furthermore, the Dolphinis not mere property.

It is a tomb for 60 brave submariners

that should not be desecrated by a treasure hunter.

My client is a marine archaeologist.

CHEGWIDDEN: In that case, I'd like the opportunity

to voir dire Mr. Grossman's client

as to his intentions for the Dolphin.

Mr. Riggins, please step forward.

RIGGINS: I'm not just after gold doubloons, Admiral.

I put together lost pieces in the puzzle of history,

and I do my work with dignity and with respect

-for those that have passed before. -Hmm.

Well, then, maybe you can explain

why, in the Florida Keys, you placed lights

inside the skulls of dead sailors?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Maybe so, but it sounds interesting.

Uh, overruled.

Your Honor, that was a very unusual circumstance.

We were working a Spanish galleon

and there were recreational divers

poking around at night.

So, we put a few lights in some skulls

as sort of a... "no trespassing" sign.

Maybe I'll try that in my chambers.

[scattered chuckles]

Mr. Riggins, it may take a little while

to sort through all the legal issues here.

Would a temporary restraining order

cause you undue hardship?

Uh, yeah, Your Honor--

bankruptcy, mental anguish...

probably a divorce.

I have the last of my capital

invested in a ship and crew parked over the wreck site.

And, Your Honor, that is what this case is all about:

making a profit off the Dolphin,

defiling the final resting place...

I am a little tired of having

the Navy wave this desecration argument at me, Admiral.

It's more than just an argument, Mr. Riggins.

No, it's a lie.

If the Dolphinwas sunk by a Japanese fleet,

that means it saw the Japanese fleet,

and if it saw the fleet, you better be damn sure

it sent a warning the fleet was on its way to Hawaii.

But the Navy didn't do anything to protect Pearl Harbor,

-and we know why that was. -Your Honor...!

-Why? -Because politicians and military brass in Washington

wanted the attack to happen

so American public opinion would be outraged;

so that America would get into the war.

What's in the Dolphin can prove that.

And that's why the Navy is jerking all these tears

about final resting places.

It's trying to cover up its own role

in the deaths of over 2,000 American sailors

at Pearl Harbor.

MacKENZIE: It's ludicrous, sir, that the Navy would want

to start a war with a major defeat.

I know, I know. But some evidence has suggested

people in Washington deliberately kept Pearl Harbor in the dark

-about the impending attack. -Military people, sir?

Well, the finger is usually pointed at President Roosevelt.

Conspiracy nuts have had a field day with it.

Warnings supposedly lost or delayed on purpose.

Warships warned away

from intercepting the Japanese fleet.

But, sir, a congressional investigation

debunked those myths in 1946.

[knocking on door]

Enter.

Excuse me, Admiral. Colonel.

-Thank you, Tiner. -Aye, sir.

It seems Judge Green never read the congressional report.

She's denied our application for a restraining order.

Full arguments in two weeks.

Meantime, Riggins may continue to explore the wreck.

No destruction of property. Anything retrieved is to be held

in custody of the court.

Looks like I'm taking a trip.

-Sir? -Navy's allowed an observer

on the salvage ship.

Think I'll visit Pearl Harbor on the way.

RENEE: I have a lot of experience with budgets.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm. I've budgeted every commercial

and documentary I've ever produced.

Uh, this is a little different, Renee.

Really?

Let's see.

"Personnel"--

same as cast;

"equipment"-- props;

"audiovisual"-- that's special effects.

I don't see a "contingency fund."

Contingency for what?

Contingencies.

Say I need to close a street for filming,

but I don't have time to get permits.

You schmear a cop or a councilman...

you know.

The Navy doesn't bribe people, Renee.

Well, then, how do you win so many cases?

[laughing]

I was joking.

Oh, you have got to relax.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Oh, well, there... there's a sub

in the middle of the Pacific Ocean

that could solve the mystery of Pearl Harbor,

and I'm stuck here calculating stationery costs.

Calculating stationery costs with me.

[sighs]

What?

Well, instead of shipping off on some rust bucket

and not showering for a week,

you're here with me.

Doesn't that count for something?

Of course it does.

Yeah? Prove it.

Petty Officer Potts?

Potts.

Potts!

Whoa! Whoa!

Careful.

[pants]: No pain, no gain, Lieutenant.

And "no meeting, we take a beating."

-Sir? -Our meeting?

The wardroom? 1600?

Oh, man, sir!

I... I totally forgot about it.

I'm trying to get in shape for my court-martial.

You know, get buff.

You work out in a rubber suit like that

you'll get a heart attack.

How else am I supposed to...?

Stop eating.

Sir, that's what Colonel MacKenzie said.

Istopped eating.

I lost 20 pounds.

Wow! How did you do that, sir?

I broke my jaw.

Oh. Did that hurt, sir?

Don't even think about it, Potts.

We got a lot of work to do on your defense,

so go take a shower.

I don't know, sir.

-Maybe I should have taken that plea bargain. -No.

But, Lieutenant, even with an "other-than-honorable,"

I think I'd do okay as a civilian.

No. They're trying to send a message.

And this case, it's... it's bigger that you are.

Metaphorically.

RIGGINS: You ever held a Spanish doubloon, Admiral?

Or touched the shackles of a slave ship?

It's like you were there, in lives that ended

centuries before your grandparents were even born.

Ghosts whisper their secrets to you

if you know how to listen.

Save it for the press releases, Riggins.

I'm just trying to prepare you

for what you're about to experience, Admiral.

Yeah, well, it's a damn sacrilege,

I don't care how you sugarcoat it.

Showtime!

RIGGINS: There she is-- the USS Dolphin.

Looks like it's hung up on a sea mount.

That's pretty common

in this part of the Pacific.

How far down is she?

About, um...

about 400 feet.

If she had gone all the way to the bottom,

she'd have been crushed immediately.

Then you and I would have never met.

It's different than a modern sub.

It's got a v-shaped bow, flat deck,

probably made of teak.

Valuable wood-- you can make keychains out of it.

Let's not start that again.

There!

RIGGINS: Torpedo?

CHEGWIDDEN: No. More likely a depth charge

or a shell from a deck gun.

It's pulling you back, isn't it, Admiral?

-You ready to transmit? -Yes, sir.

Send this to Com-Sub-15. Urgent.

Highest priority.

Dolphinencountered large Japanese fleet

including flattops, battleships and heavy cruisers.

Course: 1-3-5.

Speed: 1-5.

Position: 45 miles north of Point Tango.

-You got that? -Yes, sir.

"Com-Sub-15. Urgent."

Just send it.

Aye, aye, sir.

RIGGINS: No matter how it ended, I guess it wasn't pretty.

I can guarantee you that, Mr. Riggins.

RIGGINS: Okay, looks like we're inside now.

Looks like the... crew quarters.

There's, uh...

There's the conn...

Looks damn good after 59 years.

Okay.

Make that ROV do its magic.

No telling what it might find.

RIGGINS: Behold the past, gentlemen.

Inside this safe could be the answer

to the mystery of Pearl Harbor.

No property damage, Riggins.

Anything you find goes to the court's custody

in one piece.

Well, you can hand deliver it

soon as we take a look.

[sighs]: Okay.

[grunts]

These seals held better than they had any right to.

[metallic clank]

[grunts]

It's dry as dust.

Okay.

1400 hours, 3 May.

Contents and inventory of the USS Dolphinlockbox.

One metal flask...

...containing bourbon.

Aged.

[chuckling]

One...

One pinup girl.

And one...

USS Dolphinlogbook.

Okay.

"Proceed to area K-11.

Report on all movement of shipping.

Comsubpac, 23 November, 1941."

Routine op orders...

position reports...

Let's, uh... see how this thing ends.

Here. Here.

"5 December, 1941.

Encountered Japanese fleet--

flattops, destroyers and heavies--

45 miles north of Point Tango.

Dispatched alert, code orange, to Com-Sub-15.

Message sent, 1730 hours."

"Message sent."

Excuse me, sir.

Is that it? The logbook from the Dolphin?

Uh, no, it's um... a copy.

The original's with the court.

May I?

Sure.

"24 November, 1941.

Underway for Hawaiian Islands.

Minor difficulties with hydraulic system

but nothing too serious.

We should have repairs completed by tomorrow."

It's like opening a time capsule.

"5 December, 1941.

Encountered Japanese fleet.

Dispatched alert, code orange, to Com-Sub-15."

They surfaced in the middle of Admiral Yamamoto's war fleet, sir,

and somebody had the presence of mind

to put the outgoing message in a lockbox.

The box was in the radio room.

Standard procedure was for the radio operator

to secure all logs in a hostile situation.

Was the message ever received, sir?

Well, we don't know.

Would have been picked up at Cardinal Point station

on Oahu, at the far end of the island.

But the station was destroyed during the attack

on Pearl Harbor, along with all of its records.

There's no historical record, sir,

of the command at Pearl Harbor ever receiving this message.

The procedure was to forward

all flash messages from Cardinal Point to Washington

and Washington to decide... which messages

to send back to Pearl Harbor.

You buy the conspiracy theory, sir?

That FDR knew about the Japanese invasion

and kept quiet to get us into the war?

The Dolphinsent a message.

Was it received, Admiral?

I don't know.

If you find out, Admiral,

are you going to rewrite history?

It wouldn't be me, Harm.

Be those men on the sub.

Have you got word back?

No, sir. It's the... the atmosphere is all screwy.

It's those sunspots.

Keep listening.

Aye, sir.

We've got to take her down, Skipper.

Not till we get confirmation.

But we...

Chief...

ready tubes one and two.

Aye, sir.

Ready tubes one and two.

[over radio]: Ready one and two, aye.

[knock on door]

Enter.

Excuse me, sir. There's a...

Good evening, Admiral.

Holds your interest, doesn't it?

That'll be all, Tiner.

Yes, sir.

Game's not over yet, Riggins.

No, it's not.

That's why I was thinking we should work something out.

Not interested.

Really?

That's a pretty hard line to take

seeing as how my case is already half-proved.

The contents of the log are not relevant

to the ownership of the Dolphin.

Yeah. Judge Green might agree with that, or she might not.

Either way,

you're going to help me dig up the truth.

I am?

Yeah.

You're hooked.

I know the look, Admiral.

You need to know what happened to that message.

CHIEF MUELLER: Petty Officer Roland Potts

is in my 0600 PT class.

I call it the "sunrise service."

They run till they drop, puke or pray, ma'am.

And which one did Petty Officer Potts do?

I don't know, ma'am.

He never showed up.

He had a buddy sign in for him.

I caught him in his rack one morning

and dragged him out on the deck.

And when you got him there, Chief Mueller?

Ma'am, he couldn't do a pull-up to save his life.

I couldn't tell if he did a push-up

because his belly was bigger than his reach.

Plus, he was all jittery,

probably from the speed.

ROBERTS: Move to strike.

That's an opinion.

Overruled.

Government's toxicology report is in evidence.

Thank you, Your Honor.

No further questions.

ROBERTS: Chief, has anyone ever won a war doing push-ups?

Physical fitness is essential for fighting men... and women.

ROBERTS: Really?

What's the Lynx?

A... weapons system of some kind.

In fact, it's the integrated fire control system

aboard the McLaren,isn't it?

If you say so, sir.

Can you operate the Lynx?

It's not my job, sir.

No, but it is Petty Officer Potts's job.

Are you aware that he received a commendation

for redesigning the target-acquisition software

and upgrading the user interface?

No, sir. I am not aware of that.

Are you aware that the main physical requirement

of his job is to sit in a chair and operate

a $50 million weapons system,

and that his commanding officer has expressed the opinion

that he doesn't care about Petty Officer Potts's size

as long as he doesn't break the chair?

Objection.

Counsel is presenting evidence, hearsay at best.

Sustained.

No further questions.

STAFF SERGEANT: How much longer do you want to look, sir?

I'm not even sure we have this stuff here.

I spoke to the archivist

who retired four years ago.

He said this was the place, Staff Sergeant.

War department? Pacific desk?

All incoming communications.

December 5, 1941.

Did the old guy say whereit would be, sir?

Probably between November and January.

Like right... about...

Bingo.

Here. I'll take that one.

You know, I think someone else

was asking about this, sir.

Communications log.

Huh.

Message traffic from Cardinal Point,

Midway, Wake, the Philippines.

Boy, it did get heavy in December.

December 4, morning.

December 4, afternoon.

December 5...

Huh.

Skips from 1600 to 2200.

No messages for six hours?

Can I see that, sir?

This page has been cut out

close along the binding,

smooth, like it was sliced with a razor.

You know who could

have done this, Staff Sergeant?

Me, sir?

No, sir, but that is the book that

that civilian filed a request for

under those freedom of information deals.

Oh, man.

I never thought I'd find it.

I'm sure he'll appreciate your hard work.

Excuse us a minute, Staff Sergeant.

Sir, when Riggins sees that log...

He'll scream cover-up

and conspiracy from the mountaintops.

The page could have been cut out

last week, sir, or 50 years ago.

Yeah.

Cardinal Point station was destroyed

but not everyone that worked there.

Can you get me a personnel list?

December 1941, sir?

Not a problem.

Thank you, Staff Sergeant.

Can you tell us how you came to receive your commendation?

Off-duty, I fool around designing computer games, sir.

I was working

on this one I call "combat fleet,"

and I came up with an algorithm

that I thought could help the Lynx fire control system.

You know, sir,

make it a little less kludgy.

.Then why were you ordered mandatory PT?

Uh... I failed my physical readiness test,

and my BMI was too high.

Your BMI?

Body-mass index.

It's when you take your weight times 705

and then divide it by the square of your height in inches.

If your BMI is over 25, the Navy considers you unfit.

What's your BMI?

[scoffs]

Thirty-three, sir.

What if you were...

six foot two, 185 pounds?

[chuckles]

I wish, sir.

We all do.

What would your BMI be, then?

You need a calculator?

Uh, no...

I'm-I'm pretty good at math.

Uh...

Hundred and eighty-five times 705 would be...

Hundred and thirty thousand, four hundred and twenty-five

divided by 5,476--

that's the square of 74, sir--

the BMI would be...

Twenty-three and change, sir.

Pretty much the perfect body.

Yeah, but would that perfect body be able to do the math?

Your Honor...

ROBERTS: Question withdrawn.

Nothing further.

If you love the Navy so much,

why not just lose the weight and get in shape?

I tried, ma'am. I... really did.

You didn't try hard enough to get up early for PT.

The "chub club," ma'am.

It reminded me of the high school gym,

you know, brought back some bad memories.

So, instead you... you took amphetamines?

I only did it because I didn't want to be discharged.

Has it ever occurred to you, Petty Officer,

that your love for the Navy seems to be outweighed

by an utter lack of military discipline?

Commander!

Well, the Hill must not be as rough as it used to be.

I don't see any wounds.

Nothing worthy of a Purple Heart, sir.

And the budget.

Did you get the 4.3% increase?

No, sir.

Well, what the hell happened?

Well, sir, Renee made a few suggestions and...

-Renee? -Yes, sir.

And I recommended that we add an inflation factor,

contingency fund and a travel allowance,

and the committee will support an 8.1% increase, Admiral.

Nicely done, Commander.

Huh!

Well, from now on, you'll handle our budget request every year.

Excuse me, Admiral.

You'll want to see this.

The Cardinal Point station list of personnel, sir.

From the records center in St. Louis.

Most of those men have got to be dead by now, sir.

Most.

But not all.

You knew about the message, Matt.

You were there.

I guess I knew you'd find out, A.J.

You were always thorough.

You were a radioman before you were a submariner, Matt.

You were assigned to Cardinal Point station.

It had a lovely view.

On a clear day, you could see Molokai.

On Pearl Harbor day,

we could see the zeroes three miles out

heading to make their turn on Kahuka Point.

Of course, I was a little surprised

that our fleet was still at anchor

since I'd received the Dolphin'smessage,

and I sent it on to Washington.

-Well, why didn't you tell anybody? -Tell what?

One message of thousands got lost

in a government bureaucracy?

I mean, who was I going to tell?

There weren't a lot of reporters

running around looking for a scandal.

They had other things on their minds.

So did I-- stay alive.

Win the war.

By the time it all ended,

I wasn't even sure I'd ever seen a message.

I just... seen so much else.

But you got involved in this case.

To protect those dead submariners

because I knew what they did.

Not to protect anyone else.

Don't you want to know what happened?

I know what happened.

We won the war.

That not good enough for you?

No, it's not.

The message was sent to the Pacific desk

of the war department.

I've got to ask you a question.

There is a page missing

from the Washington comm log.

I don't know anything about that, A.J.

All I know is, if I sent the message, they got it.

What did they do with it?

Well, obviously not enough.

It was code orange.

It should have been sent up to the Secretary of War.

Sent by whom?

Who would have been the first to handle it?

Well, there was a deputy undersecretary there

by the name of, um... Mallory or... Malone.

Maybe it was... Malloy.

MacKENZIE: The evidence is undisputed.

Petty Officer Roland Potts violated a lawful order

to attend mandatory physical training.

In a misguided effort to lose weight an easier way,

he compounded the infraction

by unlawfully taking amphetamines.

Now, it's natural to sympathize with someone

who would otherwise seem to be an excellent sailor--

highly competent in his duties.

But sympathy can play no role in your verdict.

On the evidence submitted,

the defendant must be found guilty

on all charges.

Lard ass.

Jelly belly.

Tub of guts.

Bubble butt, butterball...

Petty Officer Potts has been called all of those names

and more.

He knows what it feels like to be humiliated, rejected.

He knows what it feels like

to not fit in.

But then he joined the Navy and it changed his life.

Petty Officer Potts is incredibly good

at what he does.

And his only crime

is that he would do anything

to stay in the Navy.

I'm going to talk to him in just a minute.

Shouldn't they be back by now?

Just try to relax, Roland.

Why don't you try to relax, Bud.

I know he's a good kid, and you want to win.

I know that, ma'am. It's just...

It's the names.

You know, bubble butt, jelly belly...

When I was 14, that was me.

It's not anymore, Bud.

Inside, ma'am--

it's always who you are.

POTTS: Colonel... isn't there

anything I could do to stay in the Navy?

MAN: why would you want to?

Josh Kaplan, executive recruiter.

Mr. Potts, how would you like to be

senior software engineer for astrosplash.com?

Not so fast.

Gary Jimirro, Flashpan Gaming.

We have a software designer position that I think...

I'm talking $100,000 a year, plus car.

Hundred twenty thousand plus stock options.

Um, yeah, great...

KAPLAN: You want stock options?

Forty percent of our employees

are already millionaires.

Access to our corporate beach condo,

a golf club membership...

I just want to stay in the Navy.

Ma'am?

Uh...

Uh, well, how about $20,000 a year,

and you forfeit 30 days pay as penalty.

Cramped quarters to which you're restricted for two weeks,

mandatory physical training, a regulated diet,

biweekly drug tests and you may end up in combat.

Do you mean it, Colonel?

Should we tell the judge

that we've reached an agreement?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, you again.

You still tracking down ancient history?

War department, 5 December, 1941.

Records for Deputy Undersecretary Malloy

or Mallory or Malone, maybe Murphy.

How about Howdy Doody?

We might find his stuff

in here, if we look around for 30 or 40 years.

Really? Then we better get started.

GROSSMAN: We've listened to the voices, Your Honor.

The ghosts of 60 martyred submariners call out to us.

With their last breath

they warned of the attack at Pearl Harbor,

but someone destroyed the evidence

as to what happened to their message.

What is the Navy hiding?

And what other secrets still lie buried?

Your Honor, I resent any implication

the Navy is involved in a cover-up.

We, too, are trying to discover the fate

of the Dolphin'smessage, but...

Your Honor, that has absolutely nothing to do

with the issue before this court.

GREEN: I have read the cases cited

in your brief, Admiral,

and they do support the proposition

that the Navy owns its warships in perpetuity

whether they're sailing the high seas

or embedded in the ocean bottom.

But those cases deal with ownership of rusty cannons

and barnacled hulls, not historical truth.

Your Honor, it... it's the law.

I am the law

until the appeals court tells me I'm wrong.

I don't know what's buried with the Dolphin,

but we're going to find out.

The government's request for an injunction is denied.

Mr. Riggins' salvage claim is upheld.

I'll treat it with respect, Admiral.

If you had any respect,

you wouldn't treat it at all.

Hey, Riggins.

Listen to those ghosts.

What are they saying to you now?

CHEGWIDDEN: "31-Knot" Burke.

Admiral, war hero, never let the Navy down.

RABB: Neither did you, sir.

You'll win the appeal.

In the meantime, that bottom-feeding fortune hunter

rummages through the skeleton of the Dolphin...

[knocking on door]

Enter.

I beg your pardon, Admiral, Commander...

I thought you'd want to see this.

From the files

of Deputy Undersecretary of War Maxwell.

Dated 5 December, 1941.

It was found in a folder

concerning the defense of the Panama Canal, sir.

"USS Dolphin.Urgent.

Highest priority flash message."

[quietly]: It was misfiled?!

By civilians, Admiral, not the Navy.

Maybe it was misfiled on purpose, sir.

Well, how do you know?

I mean, how can you prove it?

Somebody did razor out a page of a communications log, sir.

What, to cover up a crime

or to cover up bureaucratic carelessness

that conspiracy freaks would take as a crime.

May I see it, sir?

"The USS Dolphin encountered a large Japanese fleet

including flattops

battleships and heavy cruisers.

Course: 1-3-5 Speed: 1-5.

Position: 45 miles north of Point Tango."

-Range? -Mark 1-5-0-0.

We got through, Skipper! Pearl confirmed!

The fish in tubes one and two are ready, sir.

Japanese destroyer, angle on the bow, zero.

Bearing mark.

3-0-0.

NIELSEN: Range mark...

1,100 yards.

[gunfire]

Prepare to fire.

MAN: Aye, sir.

Fire one.

-Fire two. -MAN: Fire two.

...and so we pay tribute to the brave men

who helped us rule the seas

during the second World War--

those who returned home to make our nation a better place

and those, like the silent warriors of the USS Dolphin,

who remain on eternal patrol.

Submariners...

I salute you.

Long way from home, Admiral.

Come to gloat?

I wanted to pay my respects.

I'm pulling my flag off the Dolphinsite.

Turning the logbook over to the Smithsonian.

You have a heart transplant?

[chuckling]

I listened to the ghosts...

and to you... sir.

[chuckles softly]

Message received.

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