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Moving on to the last name
on the list--

Lieutenant Commander
Thomas Dodge.

Third in his class
at sub school.

Did even better
in the advanced course.

Cited for tactical excellence,
joint NATO exercise.

1-8-0 and closing,
sir.

Ahead one-third.
Steady on course.

Ahead one-third.
Steady on course.
Aye, sir!

Target at 1-7-5
and closing, sir.

Let's try a shot.

This is the third time Tom Dodge
has come up for command.

If we don't give him a boat,
he'll be dropped
from the command program,

which would be
a personal tragedy for him...

and a mistake for us,
given the years and dollars
spent training him.

Well, I'd have to disagree
with you, Admiral Price.

Dodge's fitness report
also presents a man...

who three years ago
brushed against
a Russian missile sub...

he was tracking
just off Murmansk.

Not exactly
a promotional bell-ringer.

Target at 1-6-0, sir.

Five-knot aiding wind.

Delivery seven.
We have a shooting solution.

More to the point,
I simply don't approve
of his command style.

He's impulsive.
He's often undisciplined,
even reckless at times.

Fire one!

Oh, get up there,
you miserable little puke.

[ Whistles ]
That's a fine shot, sir.

Well, what the heck?
Why don't we pull in
so you can putt out?

I will simply remind
the selection board...

of one irrefutable fact...

that seems to sum up
Dodge's character.

There is physical evidence
that as an ensign,

Dodge became
so physically intoxicated...

that he not only allowed
himself to be tattooed,

but tattooed
on his genitalia.

Now, call me a prude
if you want,

but I don't think it's
good policy for the navy...

to hand over
a billion-dollar
piece of equipment...

to a man who has
"Welcome aboard"...

tattooed on his penis.

Captain, sir,
after 80 days
under the ice pack,

I thought a little recreation
might be in order.
Priority message, sir.

I was not endangering
the boat. I was only trying
to have a little fun.

But your actions
were totally inappropriate.

It's not the way
a prospective captain acts!

A failing I've noted
more than once in your fit rep.

As much as I like to see
my men advance, I have
an obligation to the service...

to be as honest
as I possibly can.
Then I'm in trouble.

This wreck you call your career
is entirely of your own making.

This is a confirmed kill.

Twenty years
down the fucking drain.

Watch your language, Dodge.
You know how I hate that.

Oh, gee.
Now I've gone and done it,
ruined my career.

Apparently not.

This is just in
from COMSUBLANT.

You are to report to
Norfolk immediately...

to take command
of your own submarine.

- That's not funny.
- No, it's not. That's why
they decoded it twice.

Congratulations.

[ Dodge ]
A-ha!

* Oh, yeah *

I just hope they have one
in turquoise. Thank you!

[ Man ]
It's good to see you
again, Dodge.

It's been about four years.
Something like that, sir.

Not since we were
both at Kings Bay.

Well, you're about
to join the elite...

of the submarine service,

the best
the United States Navy
has to offer.

Damn good feeling,
sir.

As a matter of fact,
there she is right now--

your new boat.

U.S.S. Stingray,
SS-161.

That?

This can't be
my boat, sir!
Well, it most certainly is.

Balao-class,
refitted 1958.

Balao-class?
But that's a diesel sub.

This is a joke, right?
The navy doesn't even use
diesels anymore.

They do now.
She's been recommissioned.

Well, no disrespect to
the U.S.S. Rustoleum here,

but I'd be better off
in the Merrimack!

I was trained to command
a nuclear boat.

Are you refusing
to take command?

No, sir.

Good. Meet your crew here
tomorrow morning, 0700.

They also left over
from World War II, sir?

No, Captain.

They've been
handpicked by me.

[ Man ]
Come on in.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice,
Admiral Winslow.

Certainly, Captain.
Take a seat.
Thank you.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, how do you
like your boat?

It's a complete
piece of...

antiquated equipment, sir.

I've dedicated a substantial
portion of my life
to getting my own boat.

I was wondering why the navy
chose to embarrass me
in this way.

No embarrassment
intended, Captain.

You've been chosen
for a specific mission.

To turn her into a museum, sir?
The Wonderful World
of Corrosion?

Hardly.

Here are some recent
satellite photos
of Russian naval bases...

at Petropavlovsk
and Vladivostok.

That's where
the Russians have got
their diesel sub fleet.

They're in dock there,
but each week
there are fewer...

because they're selling
them off like hotcakes...

to countries like
Iran, Iraq and Libya,
to name a few.

With all due respect, sir,

one American
nuclear attack sub
could defeat several diesels.

In conventional battle,
certainly that's true.

But what if you had
one renegade diesel captain,

decided to hit us, bam,
suddenly without
cause or warning,

like a terrorist intent on
getting a nuclear warhead into
one of our harbors?

Do you think
we could catch and kill
a bogey like that in time?

Absolutely, sir.

Well, the Department of Defense
and most of the admiralty,
they would agree with you.

But me, personally,
I'd like to know for sure.

That's why you're gonna
clean up the Stingray
and take her out...

off the Atlantic Coast
for a series of war games.

One rebel diesel against
the U.S. Nuclear Navy.
Come on.

First you're gonna attempt
to invade Charleston Harbor.

And if you're good enough
to evade further pursuit,

you're going to attempt
to sink shipping...

right here at
the naval base in Norfolk.

Simulated, of course.
What do you think,
Mr. Dodge?

I think I'm gonna get
my ass kicked, sir.

Don't think like that!
Damn it to hell!
Don't go by the book!

Think like a pirate.
I want a man
with a tattoo on his dick.

Have I got
the right man?

By a strange coincidence,
you do, sir.

However, the task
you've given me here...

is close to impossible.

If I pull it off--

that is, get both ports--

I would like command
of my own nuclear sub.

Setting terms now?
No, sir.

But without command,
once this exercise is over,
I'm headed for a desk job,

which means
I'm out of the navy.

I can't make you
any guarantees, Dodge,

but this is
what I'll do.

I'll give you
two live torpedoes.

I'll set a dummy ship
at Norfolk Harbor.

If I see that baby go up,
then we'll talk about your boat.

Thank you, sir.

Nice pants.
Lose the cigar.

Oh, you better
burn that shirt, sailor.

It's the crew from hell.

Good morning, sir!

Martin T. Pascal,
executive officer of
the Stingray, sir!

You come with
a volume control, Pascal?
Excuse me, sir?

Lieutenant Commander
Tom Dodge.

You're kind of young
for an Ex-O, aren't you?

Excellence knows
no age, sir.
Uh-huh.

Speaking of age,
what do you think
about our boat, Pascal?

I feel I need a tetanus shot
just from looking at it.

The only thing
holding her together
are the bird droppings, sir.

Mm-hmm.
We have our crew here,
I see.

- What do you say we board them?
- Yes, sir. Seaman
Stanley Silversterson, sir!

Welcome aboard,
Sylversterson.
It's Sylvesterson, sir,

but my friends
call me Spots.
Spots?

[ Chuckles ]
Well, I'm a bit
of a gambler, sir.

What happened
to your shoes?

You ever bet on a sure thing
and the horse gets a cramp, sir?

- Grab a bunk.
- Thank you, sir.

Next.
[ Man ]
Hey! Hey!

Get your hands off of me!

Oh, good.
Our chaplain has arrived.

Sonar Technician Second Class
E.T. Lovacelli, sir!

Goes under
the name Sonar.

Welcome aboard, Sonar.
Excuse me, sir.

This is an actual
navy submarine,

not a float in
a parade or something?

I'm afraid so, Sonar.

Huh.

Isn't that odd?
Don't tell me.
Deaf as Beethoven.

Oh, no.
Great ears, sir.

Watch what you say around him.
He hears everything.

His last C.O. thought
he was a security problem.

Excuse me, sir.
I don't hear everything,

and I'm quite trustworthy too.

Right.

Shoot.

Engineman First Class
Brad Stepanak!

- Sit on it and rotate, sir.
- [ Pascal ] What?

What did you say, sailor?
You can't say that!

He can't say that!
Pascal, down.
Down. Heel.

By the Uniform Code
of Military Justice,

that constitutes
gross insubordination,

punishable by
one month in the brig.

I'm ready to go, sir.

Board the boat.
I like a challenge.

You'll throw me off
within a week.

I'm a dedicated
pain in the butt, sir.

Stepanak.
What?

If I throw you off,
it'll be in the middle
of the Atlantic.

Board the damn boat.
Oh, man.

What's our mission,
rescue Gilligan?

You're mine, maggot!
Ha!

I love this job.

And who's
our next contestant?

Ooh!

Sorry.
Name's Buckman.

Uh, Nitro. Hi.

Interesting nickname.
What's your real name?

Nitro.

I'm working on
a nickname, though.
Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Listen to this.

Mike.

You're Stoneball Jackson,
aren't you?

Who the hell
are you calling Stoneball?

I lost a grand on that Army game
because of you, butterfingers.

Yeah, well,
for your information
I was mugged.

Gaines was all over me
that play, all right?
Oh, yeah? I saw that play.

I saw the replay.
I saw the slow-motion.

There was nobody near you
but the mascot, and he
could have made that layup.

That's-That's cute.
But it's on now.
Yeah.

It's old, but, uh,
filthy.

Come in.

Hell of a day,
huh, Marty?

Um, it--
it's not over yet, sir.

Lieutenant Lake
is here.

Show him a bunk.
Uh, there's--
there's a problem, sir.

Lieutenant Lake
reporting for duty, sir.
And there's no problem.

Oh! I get it.

Please,
don't take off your clothes.

It's nice of the guys
to get me a stripper, but, uh,
I've got a lot of work to do.

Thank you. Thank you.
Nice job on that uniform though.

I am not a stripper, sir.

I am Lieutenant Emily Lake,
your new dive officer.

Well, that's impossible,
Lieutenant.

They must be confusing you
with Emilio Lake.

Women aren't allowed
on submarines.

They are now.

Admiral Graham instituted
a trial program.

- I'm it.
- Good old Graham.

[ Chattering ]
[ Dodge ]
Men, at ease.

I'd like to introduce
our newest crew member--

Lieutenant Emily Lake.

Emily is part
of a pilot program...

to test the feasibility
of women serving on submarines.

She's going to be
our diving officer.

Can she do a back inward
one-and-a-half
in the layout position?

[ Laughter ]

Now, look, gentlemen.
I know this is
an unusual situation.

Can't be easy for Lieutenant
Lake here to be thrown
into a jungle such as this,

and I know it will make
things hard on all of us.

[ Laughter ]

Let me rephrase that.

It's gonna make things difficult
on all of us as well.

But if we just work together
as a team, I'm sure
we can handle ourselves--

[ Laughter ]

Bing.

Comport ourselves
as professionals.

That is all.

[ Kissing Noises ]
[ Wolf Whistles ]

[ Muttering, Indistinct ]

Come on.
Put some muscle into it.

Stepanak, what are you doing?

As little
as possible, sir.

I'm a detriment
to the entire operation.

Total morale crusher.

You know, of course,
that the submarine service
is entirely volunteer.

All you have to do
is quit.

My old man won't let me.

He's an admiral.
He thinks sub duty
will shape me up. Ha!

Well, I'm afraid
you leave me no choice, son,
but to relocate you.

- Really?
- Really. Buckman!

Yes, sir?

Thank you, Buckman.
That'll be all.

1-B-- cold.

1-C--

Hot.

Let me guess.

Our electrician.
Yes, sir.

Naturally, you would
take the light end.

What's the matter?
You can't handle it, sweetheart?

Hey, this is the navy.
Don't call me sweetheart.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Gomer,
can you get this hatch?

This week.
Yeah.

[ Gasps, Yells ]

Uh-oh.

Buckman!

What the hell
are you doing?

Stocking the pantry,
sir.

You forgot like an idiot,
Buckman,

because you're stocking
the pantry like an idiot!

What are in these cans,
Buckman?

That one's coffee.
That one looks like
cooking lard, sir.

And which one do you think
we're gonna be using
more often, sailor,

the coffee or the lard?

You think we're all gonna
jump out of bed
in the morning...

and have a big, hot,
steaming cup of pig fat?

Well, it depends.
If it's a cold morning, sir,
you might go either--

The lard...
is in your head, Buckman!

Now you take a look
at that galley chart!
[ Gasps ]

'Cause I want
that cabinet repacked
regulation style by 1100.

Do you know what time 1100 is?
That would be after
1000, sir.

- Marty.
- What... sir?

Can we speak, my cabin?

Carry on.

Marty, I'm a little worried
about your health.

You're not exactly
a people person, are you?

Afraid you're headed
straight for an ulcer if
you can't ease up a little bit.

I-I-I-- I'm not happy
with this boat, sir.

Requesting permission
for a transfer.

What?

Commander,
this-this boat is--

It's a rust bucket!
It's a shit box!

This crew is the most
incompetent bunch...

of retards and assholes
in naval history!

I mean,
I know why you're here,
but I don't know why...

I was even considered
for such an assignment!
Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Why am I here?
- Well, you know.

- Your thing.
- What thing?

The weenie tattoo.

[ Chuckles ]
Wow.

Look, Pascal,
I hate to disappoint you,

but I may have had
some other things going for me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I believe you, sir.

Now, about my transfer.

This post could seriously
jeopardize my chances
for advancement.

I am this close
to command, sir.
Forget it.

You think you're the only one
embarrassed to be here?

You think this is the command
I dreamed about?

Well, we're all in this mess
together, mister.
And you and your career...

are in the hands
of those very assholes,
including this one.

Does that answer
your question?
Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Jesus Christ.

[ Buckman ]
You sure her clothes
are in there?

Uh, unless
this is yours.

[ Dodge ]
Well done, guys.

She may not be
the youngest girl at the ball,
but she'll turn a head or two.

If she drives
as well as she looks,
we may even survive.

Dive test,
tomorrow morning, 1000.

The rest of you
are on leave until--

Lieutenant Lake,
you're almost out of uniform.

Either you're confused
about your dress size,

or there's been
some foul play.

Hey, if it's
a disqualifying offense,

I'd like to take full
and sole responsibility, sir.

Gentlemen, I want to know
who did this, or shore leave
is cancelled tonight.

Very well.
Everybody, back into the boat.

- [ Groaning ]
- You heard the captain!
Back on the boat!

[ Dodge ]
Lieutenant Lake. Sorry.

- It won't happen again.
- Thank you, sir, but
I can take care of myself.

All right, gentlemen.
Let's kick this pit!

Bowline clear!

[ Engines Revving ]

* Anchors aweigh, my boys *

* Anchors aweigh *

* Farewell to college joys *

* We sail at break
of day, day, day, day *

* Through our last night
on shore *

* Drink to the foam *

* Until we meet once more *

* Here's wishing you
a happy voyage home **

Okay, Marty,
let's get the lookouts below
and button her up.

Aye, aye, sir.
Prepare to rig for dive!

[ Man ]
Aye, rig for dive.

Be sure to watch
your drift here, Lieutenant.
Strong crosscurrents.

I'm aware of that, sir.
I've already compensated.

Excellent.
So, have you ever dived
a boat before, Lieutenant?

I mean, on purpose.

I've done over 300
on a simulator, sir.

Seventy-five of them
were strong-current dives.

- And I'm sure
you scored high, but--
- Higher than you, sir.

Oh.
How would you know that?

I looked up your scores.
I have a printout,
if you'd like.

I have no doubt.
Still,

a simulator
is not a boat.

Nobody talks about brave men
in their proud simulators.

Way to go, sir.
[ Laughing ]

[ Dodge ]
All right, gentlemen.
Let's take her down.

Prepare for dive!
[ Man ]
Aye! Prepare for dive!

[ Alarm Sounding ]
[ Man #2 ]
Prepare for dive!

Uh, does he mean
underwater?

What, uh--

Dive! Dive!
Rig for deep submergence!

Make your depth 6-2 feet.
6-2. Aye.

7, down 6-2.
Full ahead two-thirds.
Blow negative to the mark.

Okay, boys.
Down we go.

[ Sinister Chuckling ]

Whoa!

Hey!

Uh-oh.
[ Groaning ]

Oh, my God.

What the hell did you do?
What the hell did you do?

We're dead.
Five to one says we're dead.

Cool.
Did we hit an iceberg?

Off the coast of Virginia?

Sir, we have
12 degrees tilt starboard.

Lieutenant Lake,
check all emergency vents open.

The board indicates that
all vents are open, sir.

- I can see that.
- Captain, maybe
it's not a vent.

Maybe we're taking on water!
Mr. Pascal,
it must be a vent.

I'm fine! I'm fine!

[ Man Over Intercom ]
Emergency vent two-Bravo
appears shut.

- Well, then open it.
- Roger.

[ Panting ]
What?

Lieutenant Lake,
that bump looks bad.
You better get to sick bay.

I'd rather not, sir.
I want to finish this dive.

Very well.
Continue the dive.

Let's take her down to,
oh, say, 500 feet.

Yes, sir.

Make your depth 5-0-0 feet,
seven degree.

Down bubble.

This is good coffee,
Buckman.

Thank you, sir.

I better go see
if any of the other rooms
are still tilted.

This one's all right.

1-0-0 feet, ma'am.

Passing 100 feet.

Now, keep an eye
on this string,

'cause the water pressure
is gonna squeeze
the hull of this boat...

like an empty beer can.

[ Sinister Laughter ]

2-8-0 feet, ma'am.

Passing 280 feet,
Captain.

Jackson, adjust trim.

No, it's okay.

Passing 300 feet.

[ Metal Creaking ]

Passing 350 feet, sir.
[ Clanging ]

[ Clanging Continues ]

Bet you never saw
anything like that
on one of them big nukes.

No. We didn't have
clotheslines.

We had those dryer things
with the window in the front.

400 feet.
No leaks.

Sir, I believe
this is crush depth
for this particular boat.

I have to know
what she can do, Lake.
You nervous?

[ Clanging Continues ]
No, sir.

Maintain seven down.

[ Metal Creaking ]

[ Loud Bang ]

[ Metal Creaking ]

[ Creaking Intensifies ]

Bingo! 500 feet!

God, I love this job.

All right, everybody,
I think that's enough for today.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Mr. Pascal, please,
periscope depth.

Periscope depth!

Ladies and gentlemen,
let me be the first
to congratulate you...

on a textbook dive.

[ Snoring ]

Carl, you and the Orlando
are about to take part...

in a highly experimental
war game...

conceived by
Admiral Winslow.

Now, the objective
is for the Orlando
to protect Charleston...

against
an unknown submarine...

that'll try
to invade the harbor.

I would love to be able
to tell you more,

but the conditions
of the exercise prohibit it.

However,
I can tell you this.

Given the nature
of the intruder,
you won't have much trouble.

We'll be
more than ready, sir.

[ Imitating Frank Sinatra ]
* I'm going to feel
the way I do today *

* 'Cause you, you nutsy chick
You broad *

* You make me feel so young **
Boom.

Look, boys, that was terrible.
I'm gonna go outside,
I'm gonna have a smoke.

When I get back in, you better
have the horn section
figured out.

I can't work like this.

[ Imitating Sports Announcer ]
There's two on and two outs.
Bonds is up again.

Swung on-- Ooh!
Fouled down
the right field line.

It struck the ball girl,
knocked her cold.

Today's game, by the way,
is brought to you by--

That boy's absorbed
a lot of voltage.

Conn sonar.

So far, sir,
I'm only picking up
some faint merchant traffic.

Roger that, Sonar.
Captain, I'm just wondering.

We're now
in the engagement zone.

Shouldn't we be running
silent at this stage?
Not just yet.

They'll find us in no time
like this, Captain.

They'll probably find us
in no time anyway, Marty.

Lieutenant, anything
unusual up there?
Still just fishing boats.

The weather's gotten bad,
though.

[ Moans ]

The intruder is probably
coming from Norfolk.

Naturally, her captain
will assume we'll concentrate
our efforts to the north.

But her captain is
undoubtedly a cunning man,

so we shall do the opposite
and deploy southerly.

Ex-O, come to 1-7-6,
ahead full.

Aye, sir.
Course 1-7-6, ahead full.

Picking up anything,
Sonar?

Oh, uh,
nothing much, sir.

Buckman's eating an Oreo
up in the galley.

Stepanak's taking a leak.
In the ocean, I mean.

Oh, uh-- No, just
a couple of biologics, sir.

Would you like
to listen, or--
No, no.

I'll pass on that, thanks.
What are these tapes
you got here?

Oh, those are--
those are whales, sir.

I tape 'em,
try to learn their language
a little bit.

You know,
just basic chitchat
and so on.

I do their hailing call
against the hull.

Sometimes they actually
answer back.

Had a nice
young couple alongside
two or three hours ago.

Well, if you happen to hear
them talking about the new
nuclear attack sub in town,

you be sure
to let me know, okay?

Aye, aye, sir.

Conn sonar. I've got
a noise level bearing 3-4-6...

that may be a contact, sir,
but it's pretty shallow
to be a sub.

Make normal one-third turns.
Come right to 3-4-6.

[ Man ] Maneuvering conn.
Let's try to get
a definitive classification.

Secure the engines.
Periscope depth.

Answer bells on batteries.
I wanna hear
if anybody's out there.

Aye, sir.
Kill the engines.

Conn sonar. Captain,
we've lost the contact.

Continue course and speed.

[ Man ]
Aye, sir.
Continue course and speed.

Sonar originally
classified this contact
as a possible submarine,

but now they think
it may have been
a diesel engine.

Well, if it's a diesel contact,
then it's not a sub.

- Aye, sir.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Better check it out
just to make sure.

- Bring me to single ping range.
- But that will give away
our position.

Minimal risk with this contact.
May I have
single ping range, please?

[ Pinging ]

Ah, geez!
Just been pinged
big-time, sir.

Bearing 0-3-0.

Well, that didn't take long.
This could be the shortest
command stint in history.

I knew we shouldn't
have come in from the south!
Goddamn it!

Yeah. Nice tactics,
Captain Custer.
Not that I give a damn.

We should be home
in a couple hours.

It's the Orlando, sir.
No question.

I know
her machinery signature.

Judging by that ping,
she's about 12,000 yards off
and closing.

The Orlando.
Carl Knox.

We still might have time
to go deep and run, sir.

We might, but I doubt it.
Lake, prepare to surface.

Surface? What for?

I mean, aye, sir.

Sir! Respectfully,

I can't concur
with your decision
to surrender this quickly.

I'm proud of you, Marty.
Engine Room, once we're on top,
run on one screw only.

Rig for red. And send somebody
forward with a droplight
and a roll of duct tape, okay?

[ Howard Over Intercom ]
What is this, a scavenger hunt?

Mr. Jackson, you look like
you could use some fresh air.

Uh... no.

Conn sonar.
We have the contact steady
at 5,000 yards.

Come to periscope depth.
Make your depth 6-4 feet,
ahead two-thirds.

[ Thunderclap ]

R.J., I want you to
climb the periscope...
Yes, sir?

and put that lamp
up on top of it.

You want me to climb
all the way up there?
Yeah!

Look, I need an athlete,
and you're the only one I got.
So get going!

- Oh, shit! Aah!
- Hang on, R.J.!

You're not gettin'
out of it that easy!
Now get your butt up there!

[ Groans ]
Damn!

I never saw this shit
on the recruiting poster.

All right.
Latch the lamp to the scope.

Okay, okay.

Passing 9-0 feet.

Got it, sir!

* Be all that you can be **
That's the army song,
Jackson!

Raise the periscope!

Sonar, plug that in.
Running lights on now.

Running lights?
Turn 'em on!

All hands,
we are not running silent.
Now, listen up.

[ Knox ]
Oh, my Lord. What is that?

Looks like nothing
but a fishing trawler.

* Louie, Louie *

* Oh, no
We gotta go *

* Hey, hey, hey, hey *
* Ay, yay, yay, yay *

** [ Singing Continues,
Faint ]

* Oh, babe
We gotta go now *

* Ay, yay, yay, yay, yay *

* A fine little girl
is waiting for me *

[ Continues, Faint ]
* Me catch the ship
for cross the sea *

Captain?

Listen to this.

[ Over Loudspeaker ]
* Never think
I'll make it home *

* Louie, Louie *

* Oh, babe, we gotta go now *

* Ay, yay, yay, yay, yay
Louie, Louie *

** [ Continues ]
Perfect.
We just chased down...

a boatload
of beered-up fishermen.

Officers of the deck,
come to north at full speed.

Set your depth at 200 feet.

* Louie, Louie
Oh, baby **

Contact is breaking off, sir,

leaving the area
fast and noisy.

I-I think we did it, sir.

[ Cheering, Hooting ]

Pay up. Pay up.
[ Dodge ]
Well done.

Mr. Pascal, let's go
to Charleston Harbor
and blow something up.

Now we're talking.

Are we really gonna
blow something up, sir?

No, no, Sonar.
We just use flares.

Storm's passed.
Right.

Not a word on Dodge.

Appears he doesn't
wanna come anywhere near
the engagement area.

That's too bad for me.

That's why you invited me
down here to Charleston--
to gloat that he didn't show up?

No, sir.
Not at all.

Dodge was simply outclassed.

I've never lost a war game,
and I'm not about
to start right now.

I'm in line
for a third star.

Oh, my God.
I'll no longer outrank you.
What a horrifying thought.

[ Flare Fired ]

Oh, boy.
Look at the fireworks.

No. I believe
that's a flare.

Oh, no. It can't be!

[ Winslow ]
Chalk one up
for the diesel navy!

He got Charleston.
One down, one to go.
Yeah!

Damn it to hell!
War game record's
starting to look shaky,

not to mention
that third star.

I don't know how
he pulled this stunt off,

but I guarantee you
one thing, sir.

There will not be a repeat
of this embarrassment,

because I will have
his tattooed hide
nailed to my office door!

- What is this doing here?
- Oh, this?

It's to remind me what
I'm gonna be driving next year,
instead of this.

How do you figure that?

Well, I got four months
to go on my navy hitch.

I'll spend a couple of months
in the CBA until some
NBA team need a point guard.

Then I pick up my ride.

Another loser fantasy
from the league leader, huh?

Loser? Well,
at least I can say I played
in front of 19,000 people.

What the hell have you ever done
besides lose money on me?

More than you know,
homely,

including being
chauffeured around
in your dream car.

The only thing you ever
been chauffeured around in
is a paddy wagon.

- Fifty bucks.
- It's a bet.

Ha! Big Jimmy,
a guy I owed money to,
had one.

His boys tied me up,
they threw me in the trunk,

and they dumped me
naked in the country.

Nice car.
Even the trunk
had cut pile carpeting.

Give me the money.
Pay it up. Fifty bucks.

Ulysses S. Grant.
[ Sneezes ]

Oh, that's so nasty.

Sorry. Dusty in here.

Admiral Graham
on the radio for you, sir.

[ Dodge ]
Thank you.
Patching you through, sir.

Radio's working
like a Swiss... car.

Dodge here.

"Stairway to Heaven"?

Led Zeppelin, 1971,
right?

Okay! Hey!
Good news, guys.

We just won
the Billy Joel tickets
and the WROK T-shirts.

Nitro, you want to get me
Admiral Graham now?

Okay.

Oh! That's a little tickle.
Go ahead, sir.

Go ahead.
Try it now.

Hello, Admiral Graham.
Called to congratulate me?

[ Scoffs ]
I'd say the, uh, weather...

was the determining factor,
wouldn't you?

All part
of my strategy, sir.
Mm-hmm.

Look, Dodge,
for the rest of this exercise,

there's been
a reconfiguration.

Shoot.
Well, your new orders are...

to operate only
in sections 3-A and 3-B,

and as usual,
you will surrender...

upon confirmation
of a shooting solution.

But that cuts
the containment area
in half, sir.

Does Admiral Winslow
know about this?

Admiral Winslow is not
administering this war game.

You have your orders,
Captain.

- Do you read me?
- Loud and clear.

Good. And, Dodge?

Remember:
It's just a game.

Buckman! There was
a fingernail in my food,

you fat-ass moron!

Yesterday,
it was a Band-Aid!

I'm sorry, sir.
The Band-Aid was holding
the fingernail on.

What else do you put
in your sauces, Buckman?

It's an old family recipe, sir.
It's a secret.

Oh, my God.
There's cockroaches
in the flour!

Your cigar ash
is in the spaghetti!

Jesus, Buckman!
This stuff's been on
the Stingray since Korea!

This can expired
in 1966!

What's the matter, sir?
It still tastes
like creamed corn.

Except
it's deviled ham!
That would be a problem.

The captain's gonna
hear about this!

[ Yells ]

Nobody saw that.

You should be
more careful, sir.

Remember, when you rush,
that's when accidents happen.

Shut up, Buckman!

[ Pinging Sounds ]

Uh-oh.

Excuse me, sir,
but I'm picking up
all kinds of stuff.

Up periscope.

Oh, my God.
They got three destroyers
and a frigate up there.

Active pinging, sir,
from aircraft sonar buoys.

Down periscope.
Emergency deep.

Rig for silent running.
Battle stations.

[ Lake ]
Pump negative.
All ahead full.

- All planes on full dive.
- [ Alarm Sounding ]

Full negative
to the mark!

- Passing 100.
- What's going on?

Any way I can cause
a problem?
No.

We're pretty well covered
for now.
Shit.

Passing 120.
Let the air out
of this thing, Lake.

We gotta get below
that P-3 sonar.
Twenty degrees down bubble.

Take her all the way down
to the bottom.

- To the bottom, sir?
- Yeah. It confuses their sonar.

They can't distinguish between
us and the ocean floor.

Passing 300 feet.

Approaching
the bottom, sir.

I can hear
a couple of lobsters
duking it out.

[ Lake ]
Two degrees down bubble. No.

One and a half degrees
down bubble.

Everything in hand,
Lake?
Yes, sir.

Just didn't do much
bottoming on the simulator.

Nothing to it.
Piece of cake.

One degree down bubble.
No. Yes.

Uh, approximately 10 feet
to bottom, sir.

All stop.
Half degree down bubble.

Conn sonar!
Hot noise in the water!

[ Creaking ]

What did it sound like?
It was loud, sir.
Two heavy bangs.

Nice job, Lake.
Like dropping a piano.

Hey, why don't you do it again
in case they didn't hear you
the first time.

It's all right.
Everybody, back to stations.

Begin damage check.

All hands,
we are now going silent.
Repeat: Full silent.

[ Groans ]

P-3s reported possible
submarine in the same area--
approximately 9,000 yards.

Shall I go active?

Passive sonar only.
Let's not give away
our position.

Chin up, Lake.
It wasn't your fault.

[ Grunts ]

That's the approximate area
of the last sonar
buoy contact, sir.

Don't hear anything,
but they may
be playing possum.

Give me a pack of gum.
The Fruit Stripe.

That's 25.
Chew it silently.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sir?
It's the Orlando.

Somebody just dropped
45 cents.

You sure?
Oh, yeah.

A quarter and two dimes.

[ Passes Gas Loudly ]

Hear something?

Yeah.

Almost sounded like...
an explosion.

Aw, man!

Ohh!

Anything else?
Not yet.

Somebody need to
sew his ass shut!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Imitating Whale Sounds ]

Is it a biologic?

Sounds like a whale.

Must be a whale.
It's moving around.

Now it sounds like
there's two of them.

[ Continues Whale Sounds ]

Ah, the heck with it.
False alarm.

Back to periscope depth.
Ahead full.

[ Squeaky Voice ]
Orlando--

Orlando, sir.
300 yards and opening.

Okay.

Somebody find Buckman,
launch him out a torpedo tube.

Ex-O, let's get
this boat moving.

Course is 0-2-7,
and vent this smoke.

Sir, that's out
of the quadrant.
Yes, it is.

Captain, I must protest.
We have direct orders
from Admiral Graham...

to stay in this
containment area.

I know my orders, Ex-O.
Course 0-2-7.

When we're clear surface,
then run all full.

Stepanak, you missed
an opportunity there.

One noise from you,
we could have been
in a world of trouble.

No. That would have been
unethical, sir.

I'm only out to
screw myself. That would
have screwed everybody.

Live to fight another day,
Captain Boone.

[ Knocks ]

Permission to enter,
Lieutenant Lake.

Lieutenant Lake?

I didn't give you
permission to enter.

Well, sometimes a captain
must take unilateral action.

I could have you
put on report.

[ Scoffs ]
Be my guest.

Look, Lake.
There is no way
you could know...

what the contour
of the ocean floor
was like.

It's as much my fault
as anybody's.

No, it was mine.

I don't have
the necessary training,
the blue-water experience,

to continue to be
the dive officer
on this boat.

Especially considering
the high-risk maneuvers
you're doing.

Let me be
the judge of that.

No one could have
set this boat down
in any better condition...

under the circumstances.

Sir, I not only
gave away our position,

I potentially
endangered the crew.

Would you be
this easy on me if I was
a properly experienced sailor?

I'd like to think so.

Thank you, Captain.

Good night.

Good night.

Sir?

The Murmansk
brushing incident--

how did you get over that?

Got drunk and passed out.

Woke up the next morning
with a hangover
and a tattoo.

I wouldn't recommend
the tattoo.

Polishing
the old torpedo, sir?

Shut up, Stepanak.
Thank you, sir.
It's nice to be noticed.

Oh, get outta the way.

Come on.
Get back to bed.

May I have a word with you
in private, sir?

Sure.

Sir, uh...

your decision to leave
the engagement zone...

is a direct violation
of our standing orders.

I'm aware of that,
Ex-O.

And now, uh, we appear
to have broken off
radio contact.

You are right
on top of things,
as usual, Marty.

Captain, we are not following
the parameters of this exercise.

I have been
individually briefed.

I believe we are following
the spirit of this exercise
and its intent.

And--

And I believe
that you are deluded.

You've hijacked
your own boat.

And I think it's my duty
to inform the crew...

that we are operating
outside of the navy's control...

and ask you...
to relinquish command.

Relinquish command?

Yes, sir.
To who?

To me.

Excuse me.

Huh? C-Captain!
Sir!

Sir, I checked the manual,

and I am
well within my rights.

All hands, this is
the captain speaking.

Executive Officer
Martin Pascal has something
he'd like to say to you.

[ Clears Throat ]
Men...

Ex-O Pascal here.

I feel it is my duty...

to inform you...

that we are no longer
in contact with COMSUBLANT.

And we have left
the containment area...

in direct violation of orders
from Admiral Graham.

The captain
does not deny this.

[ Chuckles ]
So, I need--
I would like--

your support in asking...
that the captain...

hand over command
of the Stingray... to me.

[ Both Laughing ]

Marty Pascal.
God-- God bless you all.

This is
Captain Tom Dodge.

No man or woman
in the U.S. Navy has
ever been court-martialed...

for following
the captain's orders.

However, if any of you
would like to support
Ex-O Pascal,

you may speak up now
without fear
of punishment...

or reprisal from me.

Well, Mr. Pascal,
looks like you're guilty
of attempted mutiny.

That's absurd!
These men love me!

Mr. Stepanak,
would you come to
the control room, please?

* Come on, ye young fellows
who follow the sea *

* Yo-ho and blow the man down *

* It's time to be bathing
Lieutenant "Marteen" *

* Yo-ho and blow the man down *

* Oh, give me a plank
that looks out on the sea *

* Yo-ho and blow the man down *

* It's a short little walk
wrapped with eternity *

* Yo-ho and blow the man down *

* Blow that not-so-kooky punk
back downtown **

Captain Blood,
bring forth the prisoner.

[ Men Cheering, Whooping ]
Hey, Nitro, ain't that
one of my chickens?

Uh, no, it's a parrot,
uh, from the Caribbean.

Don't let it fly away.
That's supper.

Arg!

[ Men Yelling, Whooping ]

Mr. Pascal,

have you any last words
before you walk the plank, sir?

You can't do this,
you maniac!

This is the modern navy!
People don't walk the plank!

Captain Blood,
consign him to the briny deep!

- [ Men Whooping ]
- Sonar?

Play me a dirge, matey.

** [ Dirge ]

** [ Men Vocalizing ]
Arg!

Arg!
** [ Vocalizing Continues ]

[ Dodge ]
Luck be with ye,
Mr. Pascal.

Walk!

This is crazy!
This can't be happening!

You've lost it, Dodge!
You're going around the bend!

You'll hang for this!
Stop, or you'll all hang!

[ Dodge ]
Eternal oceans
from which we came,

receive Lieutenant
Martin Pascal.

May God have mercy
on his soul.

Now you're mine, maggot.
Watch that last step.

Mommy!

[ Men Whooping ]

The U.S. Navy thanks you
for your help, gentlemen.

Anytime!

You bastard, Dodge!
[ Groans ]

[ All Cheering ]

Now that wasn't so bad,
was it, Lieutenant?

All right,
all hands below.

We're going back inside
the containment area.

He made him
walk the plank?

Sir, this exercise
has gotten out of hand.

Not only has he violated
the rules of this war game,

but he's gone AWOL
with U.S. Government property.

The man should be
court-martialed.

Maybe, but
you can't find him.
I don't have to.

Dodge wouldn't have pushed it
this far, unless...

he was planning to make
a run on Norfolk itself.

I'll be waiting for him.

- You'll be waiting for him?
- Yes, sir

I plan on taking charge
of his capture... personally.

Yeah, there are
about 15 ships up there.

They got 'em set up
like a picket line.

They must know
we're coming.

Down periscope.

[ Knox ]
Attention on deck!

That's all right, men.
Carry on.
Welcome aboard, sir.

Just what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

I haven't been getting
much sleep. I--

Everything's set to go
here though, right?
Yes, sir.

The harbor is
effectively blockaded.
Good.

Then have all surface ships
begin their active sonar search.

Aye, aye, sir.
Officer of the deck,
submerge the boat.

Now, gentlemen, now! Let's go!
Like it already happened!

Active sonars
in all quadrants, sir.

Air, ship,
ocean floor sensors--

they got everything on.
Arg!

No surprise.
From here on out,
no unnecessary conversation.

We have a faint echo, Captain.
15,000 yards at 3-4-9'er.

Track steady.

[ Pinging ]

We're being
actively pinged, sir.

Repeat, active sonar,
12,000 yards.

Steady on course.
Keep an ear out
for commercial traffic.

11,000 yards and closing.

Okay, let's prepare
torpedo guidance.

[ Man ]
Aye, sir.
Prepare torpedo guidance.

[ Siren Wailing ]

What's the surface
traffic like?

Uh, five destroyers,
three frigates...

and a commercial
supertanker, sir.

The Denali
out of Philadelphia.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
we have fulfilled every
requirement of this mission,

except one-- Norfolk.

Presently, there are
several ships positioned
outside the harbor...

to intercept us.

To get in, we're gonna
have to use a tactic...

that is somewhat bizarre
and extremely risky.

If any of you feel
it's not worth it,
please let me know now.

Uh, actually, sir,
I think we prefer to go
with the bizarre and risky.

It worked for us
so far.

I think we should continue
to kick ass, sir.

Yeah!

[ All Agreeing ]

Very well, then.

Make for the tanker.
All ahead full.

The tanker, sir?
We're gonna use it
as a hat.

How do we get in?
Right between the screws.

Why don't we just come up
from underneath, sir?

Never fool them that way.
You gotta go through
the cavitation.

They lose us for 20, 30 seconds,
then all they can pick up
is the tanker.

I've never done a maneuver
like that, sir.

Sure you have.
Pinpoint drills
in the simulator.

Captain, this is
way over my head.

Just focus
on your procedures.

You've all worked so hard
to get this far.

I don't wanna be the one
who screws it up for you.
Emily.

Please... don't ask me.

Okay, I'll take it,
Lieutenant.

Thank you, Captain.

Make your depth
1-2-5 feet.

1-2-5. Aye.

[ Beeping ]

8,000 yards
and closing, sir.
Confirm torpedo range.

Fix position.
Prepare for guidance lock.

I got you now, Popeye.

100 yards and closing, sir.
Two minutes till contact.

Three degrees down bubble.
Three degrees down bubble. Aye.

Three degrees, sir?

- What is it, Lake?
- Nothing, sir.

Captain,
the propeller turbulence
is becoming a problem.

Two degrees down bubble.
Make that two and a half degrees
down bubble.

Two and a half degrees
down bubble. Aye.
Maybe one and a half, sir.

Be quiet, Lake,
or do it yourself.

It's getting tough to hold
in all of this wash, sir.

I must be right behind
one of the props.

One degree left rudder.
No, sir!

Chop's heavier to port.
We need right rudder.

You think you know better,
then get up here and drive.

- I don't think I should, sir.
- You're the only one who can.
I'm guessing here.

All back one-third!
Right full rudder!
Right full rudder. Aye!

Ten feet and closing, sir.

All ahead two-thirds!
Rudder amidships!

Zero bubble!
Steady course!

2-7-0.
Balls to the wall, boys!

Stay right full!
Hold steady now!

We're holding, ma'am!
Hang with me, Jackson!
I've got you, tight on it!

Uh, sir, sonar contact
is breaking up.

- We're having some trouble
tracking them now.
- What?

Don't you dare
tell me that.

Comm, engine room.
We're taking on water!

I'll take care
of it, sir.

Maintain course.
Help is on the way.

Hey, Howard,
the leaks are too strong!

We got to abandon!

You're not abandoning shit!

I hate these stinkin'
submarines, but I sure as hell
am not gonna die in one!

Block those leaks!

Bump it up to full!
Keep your trim!

One and a half down bubble.
All ahead full!

Come on, guys.
Let's work on this one.

Oh, shit, it's the main!

Dress rehearsal
from hell, boys!

[ Yelling ]

You all right, Howard?
Yeah. Did I miss anything?

Just a little water.

- We're through.
- [ All Cheering ]

How about some quesadillas?
[ Laughs ]

Nice work, Lake.
Thank you, sir.

Spots, Jackson, you too.

How you doing
back there, Howard?

We'll be up
in a couple of minutes.

- I just got out of the shower.
- Glad to hear it.
Hang in there.

Now that was fun!

[ Laughs, Groans ]

I'm sorry, sir,
but we've lost them.

Nothing out there
but commercial traffic, sir.

I just don't believe it.

I can't goddamn believe it!

The man's gotta
be out there somewhere!

He can't just have vanished!

[ Sighs ]
Oh, boy.

[ Knock ]
Come in.

Excuse me, Captain.

Hi, Lieutenant. Yes?

I was just wondering
how much longer you would have
waited before doing it right.

Half a heartbeat.

[ Chuckles ]
You know, you scared
the hell out of me, Emily.

Permission to speak
freely, sir.

Granted.

Sir.
[ Giggles ]

[ Horn Sounds ]

[ Horn Sounds ]

Hey, Spots.
Yes, Mr. Jackson.

You know that layup
at the end of the Army game?

I know. You were fouled.
I choked.

Just wanted you
to know that.

You got the best hands
in the navy.
You were tomahawked.

No, man,
I'm a mediocre player, Spots.

I never started for any team
I ever played for.

Don't gimme that.
You are NBA material.
You remember that.

Yeah... I guess
you're right.

What, are you kidding?

It's not in the area, sir.
It must have headed
back out to sea.

Oh, no, not him.
Not now.

Trust me,
he is out there.

- Uh-oh, tanker's turning.
- What?

It's not going to Norfolk, sir.
We're gonna be uncovered
here real soon.

Damn!
You want me
to stay with them, sir?

No. We got a lead
on the Orlando, and we're
past the surface ships.

We gotta make our run
on Norfolk now.

There's a lot of active
sonar out there, sir.

Orlando's on definitive
search and destroy.

Can't be helped.
At least we'll know
where she is.

- [ Beeping ]
- Got 'em. 2-5-0, 12,000 yards.

Christ, he's already
ahead of us.

The admiral has the conn!

Admiral, all due respect,
this is my boat.

Not right now it's not,
with all due respect.

Ahead full.
Course 2-5-0!

They're on us, sir.
We're being actively pinged.
11,000 yards and closing.

Arg!

Up periscope.

Okay, we got cloud cover
up there. Low overcast.

Their planes will
have trouble seeing us.

Prepare to surface.
We're gonna run on top.

All right, everybody,
it's time to kick this pig!

Leave Graham squealin'
from the feelin'.

- Squeakin' from the freakin'.
- Oinkin' from the boinkin'.

10,000 yards
and closing.

Prepare for torpedo guidance.
Let's get a shooting solution.

8,000 yards
and closing, sir.

Radio call for you, Captain.
Some guy named Graham
and ham ham.

- Put it on the overhead.
- Uh, just a minute, sir.

[ Electrical Charge ]
[ Yells ]
Go ahead, sir! Aah!

Dodge here.
Dodge? This is
Admiral Graham.

I'm on the Orlando,

and I'm putting you
on notice.

When informed
of a shooting solution,

I expect you to acknowledge it
in accordance with the rules
of this war game.

Since when have the rules
become important to you, sir?

You watch yourself, Dodge.

You are addressing
a superior officer.

No, merely
a higher-ranking one.

- Catch us if you can.
- [ Both Laugh ]
Yeah!

- [ All Cheering ]
- Gimme all you got, Howie.

Aye, sir.
This is what I live for--
D.B.F.

What are you doing?
Whiskey.
Thins out the mix.

Gives us another
50 R.P.M.s.

5,000 yards
and closing!

Confirm torpedo range.
We have guidance lock.

Report when you have
a shooting solution.

Put on some speed.
Aye, sir.

Orlando,
3,000 yards and closing.

Conn, torpedo,
request permission
to arm flares, sir.

Hell, no.
Ready torpedo tubes
one and two.

- Aye, sir.
- Torpedoes?

Trust me.

1,100 yards to target
and closing.

Ha-cha-cha!

Up periscope.

We're lit!

- Chamber!
- [ Yells, Indistinct ]

- Seal!
- Walk on hands free.

Bearing... mark.

2-6-3.

Range 9-0-0.

- Second mark, sir.
- Haven't got the time.
Gotta shoot from the hip.

Bearing 2-6-3,
fire one!

Fire one!

Bearing 2-6-4,

range 8-5-0, fire two!

Fire two!

[ Beeping, Buzzing ]

Sir, we have
a shooting solution.

Well. Get the Stingray
right away.
Give 'em the coordinates.

I wanna tell him--
he's targeted.

If he has the guts
to acknowledge.

Sir, it's that General
What's-his-name again.

Forget the phone.
Put it on the squawk.

Okay. Yes, sir.

Submarine Stingray,
this is Submarine Orlando.

It has been confirmed,
you are targeted.

Submarine Orlando,
this is Submarine Stingray.
Stingray One speaking.

We acknowledge the kill
and congratulate the Orlando and
all the fine men on that boat.

Well, thank you, Captain.

However, at the time
of your transmission,

I had already fired
two torpedoes.

What?

You can probably
hear them in the water.
And though we are dead,

our fish are on their way
to the naval station
dummy ship.

They hit, we still win.

Har har!

You son of a bitch!

Were those hot torpedoes
or exercise shots?

Sir, our fish our running
hot, straight and normal.

If we aimed them right,
any kills should be visible
in your scope.

- 10 seconds.
- Nine...

eight... seven...

six... five...

four... three...

two... one--

- Sweet!
- [ All Cheering ]

- Arg!
- [ All Cheering ]

- Yeah!
- God, I love this job!

* Har har har har har
Har har har har har **

[ Sighs ]

[ Cheering ]

Hey! Whoo!

Sir, this entire exercise
is invalid. Dodge left
the containment area--

After you had narrowed it
without proper authorization.

He ignored
a direct order.

Stow it, Yancy.
He had higher orders.

And you can forget
about that third star.

To the right, to the left,
to the right, to the left.

[ Howard Continues
Yelling Commands ]

[ Howard ]
Crew, halt!

Crew, salute!

Welcome back, Captain.
You certainly pushed my order
to the breaking point.

Thank you, sir.
I mean, if that's
a compliment.

However,
under the circumstances,

I will not be able to give you
your own Los Angeles-class...

nuclear submarine.
Yes, sir.

You will be given instead
a new Seawolf-class
nuclear submarine...

and will attend
its launching on Friday.

And this time,
you'll be given a proper crew,

one commensurate
with your tactical
and leadership abilities.

- Thank you, sir,
but I'd have to decline.
- Decline?

I would not be in line
for such a promotion without
the help of my present crew.

I could not, in good conscience,
accept another command
without them.

Still setting terms,
huh, Dodge?

Just respectfully
requesting, sir.

Well, at least you got my son
to face forward.

- [ Snickers ]
- Your son? Stepanak, sir?

Yes. It's
his mother's name.

His salute still leaves
something to be desired.

We'll work on that, sir.
You do that, Commander.

Dismissed!

Live it up, guys.
You earned it.

Thank you, sir.
I'll try not to overdo it.

What exactly is this tattoo
I keep hearing about?

Well, it's a long story.

It was just after
the Murmansk brushing incident.

I believe you're familiar
with that.

* Where can you find pleasure
Search the world for treasure*

* Learn science, technology *

* Where can you begin
to make your dreams
all come true *

* On the land
or on the sea *

* Where can you learn to fly
Play in sports or skin-dive *

* Study oceanography *

* Sign up for the big band
or sit in the grandstand *

* When your team
and others meet *

- * In the navy *
- * Yes, you can sail
the seven seas *

* In the navy *
* You can put
your mind at ease *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, people
and make a stand *

* In the navy *
* Can't you see
we need a hand *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, protect
the motherland *

* In the navy *
* Come on and join
your fellow man *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, people
and make a stand *

- * In the navy, in the navy *
- * In the navy, in the navy *

[ Rhythmic Clapping ]

* They want you, they want you
they want you
as a new recruit *

* If you like adventure
don't you wait to enter *

* The recruiting office fast *

* Don't you hesitate
There is no need to wait *

* They're signing up
new seamen fast *

* Maybe you are too young
to join up today but *

* Don't you worry
about a thing *

* For I'm sure there will be
always a good navy *

* Protecting the land
and sea *

- * In the navy *
- * Yes, you can sail
the seven seas *

- * In the navy *
- * Yes, you can put
your mind at ease *

* In the navy *
* Come on, people
and make a stand *

- * In the navy, in the navy *
- * Can't you see
we need a hand *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, protect
the motherland *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on and join
your fellow man *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, people
and make a stand *

- * In the navy, in the navy *
- * In the navy, in the navy *

[ Rhythmic Clapping ]

* They want you, they want you
they want you
as a new recruit *

* Who me *
* They want you, they want you
as a new recruit *

But--

But--

But I'm afraid of water!

Hey, look, man.

I get seasick just
watching it on the TV.

- * They want you *
- Oh, my goodness.

* They want you *

What am I gonna do
in a-- in a submarine?
* They want you *

No, they don't want me.
* They want you *

* In the navy *
They want you.

* In the navy *
* Yes, you can sail
the seven seas *

- * In the navy *
- * Yes, you can put
your mind at ease *

* In the navy *
* Come on, people
and make a stand *

* In the navy *
* Can't you see
we need a hand *

* In the navy *
* Come on protect
the motherland *

* In the navy *
* Come on and join
your fellow man *

- * In the navy *
- * Come on, people
and make a stand *

- * In the navy, in the navy *
- * In the navy, in the navy *

[ Rhythmic Clapping ]

* In the navy *

* In the navy *

* In the navy *

* In the navy
In the navy *

* In the navy *

* In the navy *

* In the navy *

* In the navy
In the navy **