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William's got the shaft, and you know it, Chief.

Look, DiMaggio hit in 56 straight.

Now, you teddy boy ain't never gonna do that. Nobody is.

Let's get it to periscope depth, Chief. Come up to periscope depth, aye, sir.

Go up to what?

Now, you want to talk hitters?

You should have seen Roger's horns.

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, XO.

We're spotted.

Crack dive, sir? Negative. We gotta get word to Pearl.

It's a submarine, sir.

An old submarine.

The first thing you heard was the hull collapsing.

What was that other noise?

Sunken vessels make that noise when they split in half, sir.

You think that this is the USS Dolphin?

Yes, sir.

It departed Midway Island on November 21st, 1941, headed for Hawaii.

Never arrived.

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

The sound was picked up by listening stations in the Aleutians, the

and Hawaii.

The source triangulates to an area roughly 37 degrees north, 170 degrees

The Dolphin was last heard from on December 5th, 1941.

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

On the way to Pearl Harbor.

Yes, sir.

The Dolphin and its crew might have been the first American casualties of World

War II.

It's big news, all right, and somebody's trying to beat us to it.

Admiral, please have a seat, Commander.

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 Thicknev 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 Reagan's plans?

Well, his press release says that bringing up the dolphin will help him

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 the Federal Corps 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.

Thank you, A .J. I appreciate it. I'm sure those boys in the dolphin will,

Sir.

Matthew.

Sir, if there's any way I can aid him... 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 head for me. We need a 4 .3 % increase.

Admiral, I hardly distinguished myself the last time I entered into that arena,

sir. Don't be modest, Commander.

You've 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, Gunnery Sergeant.

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

She's over there in the corner.

Thanks, Gunnery Sergeant.

Enter. Colonel McKenzie? Yeah.

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

sit next to Lieutenant Roberts.

Yes, ma 'am.

Explain to the colonel that you'd be willing to accept 45 days' restriction

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 love the Navy.

Well, 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

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

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 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

he broke half a dozen articles and regulations.

So you say, ma 'am.

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

I've salvaged Spanish galleons in the Caribbean and gold rush paddle wheelers

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 Reagan's attorney.

Hey, J. Chigley.

The astronomers study the stars.

I study the ocean floor.

When was the last time an astronomer sold a planet in an auction house?

Jack gets a bit carried away, but he really is contributing to human

He had 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.

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

Judges down here are a little different.

United States of America, all 50 of them.

versus Castaway Salvage Incorporated and Jack Riggins individually.

Petition for a temporary restraining order.

Who speaks for the government?

Your Honor, I'm Admiral A .J. Chickwood, Navy Judge Advocate General, appointed

by the Justice Department Special Assistant United States Attorney for

matter. Got the big guns, huh?

Where is this court's authority to adjudicate conflicting claims over

sunk in international orders?

Steinmetz and USS Hatteras, Your Honor. These cases establish that warships

belong to their sovereign nations in perpetuity, no matter where they were

The Dolphin was 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 fines, a principle dating back to the days of

sailing vessels, any abandoned shipwreck may be claimed by the finder.

Your Honor, abandonment's hardly the issue here. The Navy only recently found

the dolphin. Furthermore, the dolphin is 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.

In that case, I'd like the opportunity of what dear Mr. Grossman's client has

his intentions for the dolphin.

Mr. Williams, please step forward.

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.

Well, then, maybe you can explain why in the Florida Keys you place lights

inside the skulls of dead sailors.

Objection. Irrelevant.

Maybe so, but it sounds interesting.

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 and some skulls as sort of a no

-trespassing sign.

Maybe I'll try that in my chambers.

Mr. Elling, it may take a little while to sort through all the legal issues

here. Would a temporary restraining order cause you undue hardship?

Yeah, Your Honor. A 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

tired of having the Navy wave this defecation argument at me, Admiral.

It's more than just an argument, Mr. Riggins. No, it's a lie.

If the Dolphin was 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

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.

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

deliberately kept Pearl Harbor in the dark about the impending attack.

Military people, sir? Well, the fingers usually pointed at President Roosevelt.

Conspiracy notes 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.

Enter. Excuse me, Admiral.

Colonel.

Thank you, Turner.

Hi, sir.

It seems Judge Green never read the congressional report. She denied our

application for a training order. Full argument in two weeks. In the meantime,

Riggins may continue to explore the wreck. No destruction of property.

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.

I think I'll visit Pearl Harbor on the way.

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?

Personnel, same as cast.

Equipment, propped.

Audio -visual, that's special effects.

I don't see a contingency fund.

Contingency for what?

Contingency.

Say I need to close the street for filming, but I don't have time to get

permits. You schmear a cop or a councilman.

The Navy doesn't bribe people, Renee.

Well, then how do you win so many cases?

I was joking.

Oh, you have got to relax.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Oh, well, 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 stationary costs.

Calculating stationary costs with me.

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.

Prove it.

Hey, Officer Potts.

Potts.

Potts.

Careful.

No pain, no gain, Lieutenant.

In no meeting, we take a beating.

Sir? Our meeting?

Wardroom? 1600?

Oh, man, sir.

I totally forgot about it.

I'm trying to get in shape for my court -martial. You know, I'll get buff.

When 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 McKenzie said.

I stopped eating. I lost 20 pounds.

Wow, how'd you do that, sir?

I broke my jaw.

Did that hurt, sir?

Don't even think about it, Potts.

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

In this case, it's bigger than you are.

Metaphorically.

You ever held a Spanish doubloon, Admiral?

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.

Take me to the press release, Mr. Reagan.

I'm just trying to prepare you for what you're about to experience, Admiral.

Well, it's a damn sacrilege. I don't care how you sugarcoat it.

Showtime!

There she is, the

USS Dolphin.

Looks like it hung up on a seamount.

It's pretty common in this part of the Pacific.

How far down is she?

About 400 feet.

If she'd 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 the V -shaped bow, flat deck,

probably made of teak.

Valuable wood. You'd make keychains out of it. Let's not start that again.

There.

Torpedo? Uh, more likely a death charge or a shell from a deck gun.

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

You ready to fragment?

Yes, sir.

Send this to Tom Sub -15.

Urgent. Highest priority.

Dolphin encountered large Japanese fleet, including flattops, battleships,

heavy cruisers. Course 1, 3, 5.

Speed, 1 -5.

Position, 45 miles north, Point Tango. You got that?

Yes, sir. Comp's up 15.

Urgent. Just like it.

All right, sir.

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

I can guarantee you that, Mr. Riggins.

Okay.

Looks like we're inside now.

Looks like the crew quarters.

There's the... There's the con.

Looks damn good after 59 years.

Okay.

Make that ROV do its magic.

And no telling what it might find.

Hold the path, gentlemen.

Inside this safe could be the answer to the mystery of Pearl Harbor.

Property damage, Riggins. Anything you find goes to the court's custody in one

piece. Well, you can hand deliver it as soon as we take a look.

He feels a little better than he had any right to.

This guy is dust.

Okay.

1 ,400 hours.

3 May.

Contents and inventory of the USS Dolphin lockbox.

One metal flask.

Containing bourbon.

Paid.

One pin -up girl.

U .S .S. Dolphin Logbook.

Okay.

Proceed to area K -11.

Report on all movement of shipping.

Calm sub -pack.

23 November 1941.

Routine op orders, position, reports.

Let's see how this thing ends.

Here, here. 5 December 1941.

Encountered Japanese fleet.

Flat tops, destroyers, and heavies.

45 miles north of Point Tango, dispatched alert code orange to comm sub

Message sent.

1730 hours.

book from the Gulf?

No, it's a copy of the originals 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.

Encounter Japanese fleet.

Dispatch alert code orange to comm sub 15.

They surfaced in the middle of Admiral Yamamoto's war fleets here and somebody

had the presence of mind to put the outgoing message in a lockbox. Box was

the radio room.

Standard procedures for the radio operator to secure all logs in a hostile

situation.

What's the message you ever received, sir?

Well, we don't know.

It 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

this message.

Procedure was to forward all flash messages from Cardinal Point to

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 Dolphin sent a message.

Was it received, Admiral?

I don't know. If you find out, Admiral, you're going to rewrite history.

Won't be me, Harm.

Be those men on the sub.

Have you got word back?

No, sir.

The atmosphere is all screwy. It's a sunspot.

Keep listening.

Aye, sir.

We've got to take her down to the kipper.

Not till we get confirmation.

But we...

Chief, ready tubes one and two.

Aye, sir.

Ready tubes one and two.

Ready one and two, aye.

Enter.

Excuse me, I heard there's a... Evening, Admiral.

Hold your interest, doesn't it?

I'll be all -time.

Yes, sir.

Game's not over yet, Briggins.

No, it's not.

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

Not interested.

Really?

It's a pretty hard line to take, seeing as how my cases already have proved.

Contents in 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.

Petty Officer Roland Poth is in my 0600 PT class.

I call it the sunrise service.

They run till they drop, puke, or pray, ma 'am. Which one did Petty Officer Poth

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 a 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

push -up because his belly was bigger than his reach. Plus, he was all

probably from the speed.

Move to strike. That's an opinion.

Overruled. Government's toxicology report is in evidence.

Thank you, Your Honor. No further questions.

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

Physical fitness is essential for fighting men and women.

Really?

What's the Lynx?

A weapon system of some kind.

In fact, it's the integrated fire control system aboard the McLaren, isn't

If you say so, sir. Can you operate the Lynx?

That's not my job, sir.

No, but it is Petty Officer Potts' 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

and operate a $50 million weapon system, and that his commanding officer has

expressed the opinion that he doesn't care about Petty Officer Potts' size as

long as he doesn't break the chair?

Objection. Counsel is presenting evidence hearsay at best.

Sustained.

No further questions.

Bingo. Here, I'll take that one.

You know, I think somebody else was asking about this, sir.

Communications log.

Message traffic from Cardinal Point, Midway Wake, Philippines.

Boy, it did get heavy in December.

Timber poor.

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.

Closed 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.

One of 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, Ms. Staff, sir.

Sir, when Reagan sees that log, he'll scream cover -up and conspiracy from the

mountaintops.

That 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 give 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 fooled 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

PT?

I failed my physical readiness test and my BMI was too high.

Your BMI?

Body mass index is when you take your weight times 705 and then divide it by

square of your height in inches. If your BMI is over 25, the Navy considers you

unfit. What's your BMI?

33, sir.

What if you were 6 '2", 185 pounds?

I wish, sir.

We all do.

What would your BMI be then? Do you need a calculator?

No, I'm pretty good at math.

185 times 705 would be 130 ,425 divided by

5 ,476. That's a square of 74.

Sir?

The BMI would be 23 and change, sir.

Pretty much the perfect body.

But would that perfect body be able to do the math?

Your Honor.

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 job club, ma 'am, it reminded me of the high school gym. It brought back

some bad memories.

So instead, you took amphetamines?

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

Has it ever occurred to you, Betty Officer, that your love for the Navy

be outweighed by an utter lack of military discipline?

Manner.

Well, the hell 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.

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, Apple.

Nicely done, committee.

Huh.

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

Excuse me, Admiral. You'll want to see this.

Cardinal Point Station list of personnel, sir. From the record center

Louis.

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

Most?

Not all.

You knew about the message, Matt.

You were there.

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

You're always thorough.

You were a radio man before you were a submariner, Matt.

You were signed 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 Zeros three miles out heading to make

their turn on Kahuku Point.

Of course, I was a little surprised that our fleet was still at anchor.

Since I'd received the Dolphin's message and I sent it on to Washington.

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 scandal.

They had other things on their mind. 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'd 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.

Is that not good enough for you?

No, it's not.

The message was sent to the Pacific desk of the War Department.

I'm going 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.

Code orange.

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 Mallory or Malone.

Maybe it was Malloy.

The evidence is undisputed.

Petty Officer Roland Potts violated a lawful order to attend mandatory

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

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.

But 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.

Colonel, isn't there anything I could do to stay in the Navy?

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 Jamiro, Flashpaint Gaming.

We have a...

software designer position that I think that you... I'm talking $100 ,000 a year

plus. $120 ,000 plus stock options.

Yeah, great. You want stock options? 40 % 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?

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, bi

-weekly 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.

You again.

Still tracking down ancient history? War Department, 5 December 1941.

Records for Deputy Undersecretary Malloy, or Mallory, or Malone, maybe

How about Huddy Doody? We might find his stuff in here if we look around for 30

or 40 years.

Really? Then we better get started.

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 Dolphins' message, but, Your Honor...

That has absolutely nothing to do with the issue before this court. 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

or embedded in the ocean bottom.

But those cases deal with ownership of rusty cannons and barnacled hull,

not historical truth.

Your Honor, 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'

is upheld.

Thanks.

I'll treat it with respect, Adam.

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?

31, not Burke. Admiral, war hero. Never let the Navy down.

Neither did you, sir.

You'll win the appeal.

In the meantime, that bottom -feeding fortune hunter rummages through the

skeleton of the dolphin.

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.

It was misfiled.

By civilians, Admiral, not the Navy.

Maybe it was misfiled on purpose, sir.

How do you know? I mean, how can you prove it?

Somebody did raise her 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?

USS Dolphin encountered large Japanese fleet, including flattops, battleships,

and heavy cruisers.

Course 135, speed 15, position 45.

Lane, mark 1500.

We got through, Skipper.

We're all confirmed.

Vision tubes 1 and 2 are ready, sir. Japanese destroyer angle on the bow,

Bearing, mark.

300.

Range, mark. 1 ,100 yards.

Prepare to fire.

Aye, sir.

Fire one.

Fire two. Fire two, aye.

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 Dauphin, who remain on

eternal patrol.

Submariner, I salute you.

Long way from home, Admiral?

Come to gloat?

Wanted to pay my respects.

I'm pulling my flag off the dolphin site.

Turning the logbook over to the Smithsonian.

You have a heart transplant?

I listen to the ghosts.

And to you, sir.

Message received.