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General Beauregard.

Get this to Dixon.

I never thought it'd be like this.

It's like I don't know myself anymore...

Without you.

I wish you could say one thing to me.

Just tell me where you are.

How I can find you again.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Dixon?

Is there somethin' I can do for you?

There's been an accident, sir.

And she sank under the Indian Chief.

The crew? Drowned, sir.

Captain Hunley?

All hands lost, Lieutenant.

Are you a drinkin' man? Uh, no, sir.

You stay here long enough, son, and you will be.

This is the second crew that submersible has dragged under, Lieutenant Dixon.

It is my fond hope that you can provide me...

With some sort of explanation as to what the hell was in Captain Hunley's mind.

I think he wanted to prove he could pilot that thing himself, sir.

The only thing he proved is that the damn boat is more dangerous to us than it is to the enemy.

My goodness, there is a fine figure of a woman.

The submarine boat works, sir. Hunley made the mistake.

Yes. I think we are safe going there.

- One hell of a mistake. - We all make 'em, sir.

Please be assured...

I will not further damage myself over this torpedo boat.

I must say, I do like a plump woman from time to time.

Mrs. Driscoll, how do you manage to stay so fresh and lovely,

even in this inclement weather?

Then again, slender women can have their effect. Don't you agree?

With all due respect, sir,

without a miracle here, Charleston's gonna fall.

It's only a matter of time.

That's what's gonna damage you, sir, even more than Shiloh.

Ah! Oo-la-la.

You have a reputation of being a man of few words, Dixon.

May I suggest you choose them more carefully?

You very nearly made me angry.

The submarine boat's Charleston's only chance, sir, and yours.

And then it will be yours too, Dixon. Make no mistake about that.

I've known that since I got here, sir.

What do they have to do, did they say? I don't know.

Forward sea cock was open.

Captain Hunley must have started his dive and didn't know it.

He flooded. Looks like someone tried to release the keel ballast,

but the key wasn't turned far enough.

Parks pumped his ballast tank dry, and, uh--

I think Hunley was trying to pump his out.

What do you think? She seaworthy?

Repack the stuffing boxes. She needs to be cleaned.

All right.

Let's get her ready by the end of the week. We'll just raise another crew.

We'll take her out again.

Right.

Attention on deck!

We are here to recruit a new crew for the C.S.S. Hunley.

Most of you probably seen this boat pass right under your ship.

This is a divin' torpedo boat. It's the first of its kind.

We tow a single torpedo.

We dive beneath an enemy ship, we tow that torpedo into its hull.

Our purpose is to attack from beneath,

and destroy as many federal ships as it gonna take to break the blockade here.

I'm in command of the Hunley.

Lieutenant Alexander here come from Mobile to be chief engineer.

I require seven more men.

I need men able to stand confined places for long periods of time.

Able to work in intense heat and sometimes darkness, but men without fear.

This is dangerous work.

This submane boat has sunk twice while being tested.

Five men were killed when she went down right here in Fort Johnson last summer.

As you know, eight men drowned here just two weeks ago,

including Captain Hunley,

who helped finance and design her.

I believe this is a safe machine if it is well operated.

She is an unforgiving one as we.

Volunteers, one step forward.

Again, any volunteers?

One step forward.

I think you have your answer, Lieutenant.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

Tell me something, Lieutenant.

Why are you Army boys tryin' to do a Navy man's job?

You wanna take my place, Navy man?

No, thanks.

I do my fightin' on the water, not under it.

Dismissed!

I'm sure it was something I ate.

Don't try that in a submarine, whatever you do.

I beg your pardon, but I am an experienced seaman.

Just because I--

Shelling Sumter again.

The federals got guns on Morris Island now.

They're gettin' closer all the time.

What do we do without a crew, George? I'll get a crew.

Even if I have to go back to Mobile, I'm gonna get a crew!

I hope you're not lookin' for food, gentlemen. I hadn't had anything fresh in weeks.

How 'bout a table and a bottle?

I think there's one back there. Just gimme a minute.

You see the lights down on--

George! George!

My leg!

Mama!

This is a church!

It's a church, you sons of bitches!

My husband!

My husband!

My husband!

My husband!

Mary! Mary! Mary!

Oh! Mary!

Oh! Oh, thank god.

I am in your debt, sir.

It's all over.

Come on, move.

Okay, let's go!

You think she's in one piece? She'd better be.

It's amazing any of us are.

Oh, by the way, I've discovered that being blown up is an excellent cure for seasickness.

My God.

We heard you're lookin' for a crew.

Is this it? Final?

I think these are the best. You gotta tell me.

First, Frank Collins.

He's an irishman. Hot-tempered kid.

Always lookin' for a fight.

He got no fear. Thinks for himself.

He will not hesitate.

Carl Simkins? He was born in Memphis.

He just got married.

Sends his wife a gift every week he's in port.

That man is as dumb as dirt.

But he's strong as an ox. He's loyal to the cause.

Arnold Becker. Barely speaks above a whisper.

He's tryin' to teach himself French. That man cannot shoot a gun to save his life.

Why are we interested? 'Cause at gettysburg he killed himself two federal officers...

With his bare hands, one right after the other.

His own commanding officer was so scared of 'im, they put him out to sea.

Always good to have a man not afraid to kill.

Uh, next is James Wicks.

He was a fisherman before the war.

Born and raised on the James River in Virginia.

He knows the water like the back of his hand.

Charles Ridgeway, C.F. Carlson and Patrick Miller.

Just boys, really, but they're believers,

and they known each other since they were schoolboys.

They lookin' to fight.

I say we start trainin' tomorrow.

To the Hunley.

To victory. To home.

You've been chosen 'cause each of you really have somethin' here we could use.

And each man now gonna be called on to give his fullest measure to this boat...

And to each other.

This vessel is a privateer ship.

It's currently under the command of the army...

And not the Navy.

And this is a volunteer mission. You're not under orders.

You cannot be forced to go on this mission.

Any man got any second thoughts, you just speak up.

Nothin' ill will be thought or spoken.

But I want you to know this--

once you step into my submarine,

you're mine.

Gonna be no goin' back.

All right. Any questions? Aye.

Are we gonna talk about it all day, or get in the damn thing?

Come on.

I went to Oxford for this.

That's my place then, isn't it?

Okay, gentlemen, I'm gonna say this once.

There is no margin for error here.

Zero. just listen up. Listen close.

Fore and aft you gonna see ballast tanks.

To flood 'em you open these sea cocks.

I'm the one to trim the boat to a neutral buoyancy.

I use these levers here to control the port and starboard diving planes.

We use a depth Gauge to judge our depth once we're under.

We set our course by compass,

but we're in a metal hull, so it's not accurate;

therefore, we must come up and take a sighting by eye.

So you look above your heads and you'll see stuffing boxes...

Through which we run two snorkel tubes.

We're supposed to extend the tubes when we're under to bring in fresh air.

They do not work. They never have worked. Do not depend on them.

To bring in fresh air, we're simply going to rise back to the surface, pop open the hatches.

We have to be extremely careful when the hatches are open, gentlemen.

We're a heavy boat, and even the smallest amount of water we take on can make us sink.

Below your feet, you're gonna see ballast release bolts.

These bolts hold your iron ballast to the bottom.

Now, if there's an emergency, we got wrenches here. Hmm?

You simply unbolt, the release bolts will drop the keel ballast, we'll come back up.

Now, I'll tell you what, Hunley and his crew tried that when they sank.

Someone was not turnin' these bolts far enough. We don't know why.

But the fact remains, someone... did not pay attention to his task.

To surface, we pump out the ballast tanks here with the force pumps, fore and aft;

and to move, gentlemen, we are gonna crank.

We'll turn her slow. We'll turn her fast.

Don't take it lightly.

This here's a form of art.

You gonna feel this boat respond to you, and she gonna learn your touch.

I want you to learn her the way you learn a woman,

and then she gonna go wherever you ask her to go.

Every life depends on it.

Okay. Let's take her out.

All right, gentlemen, we are diving.

Mr. Alexander, will you show them how this is done?

My bloody hands are bleedin'! Keep crankin', boy.

We clear the harbor when we release it,

and then when it's free-floating, the trick is--

Oh! Careful, gentlemen, for god's sake.

Easy. Easy.

Now, all it takes is any one of these triggers...

To come in contact with the hull of the ship, and the torpedo blows.

We dive under an enemy ship,

and we have 150 feet of towline to drag the torpedo into the hull.

Avez vous malade?

I beg your pardon?

It's French for, "You don't look so good."

Oh. Nonsense. I'm fine, thank you.

Will you excuse me?

[Puking]

Natural born seaman, eh?

- It was something I ate. - Right.

Mr. Collins, please mind your place on the boat.

If your feet move even an inch or two, we might tip.

I got a tip for you, you bloody tea bag.

I don't take orders from an englishman.

On this boat you do.

We'll see about that then, sailor.

Private White reportin' for duty, sir!

Well, thanks, son. We have all we need.

Begging the Lieutenant's pardon, sir, but that cannot be possible,

as you do not have me, sir!

- How old are you, son? - Twenty-one years of age, sir.

Eighteen, sir.

- When you'll be 17, boy? - Next month, sir.

Why don't you grab yourself a fishin' pole here, and come see me when you're 18.

Sir, I can swim like a fish.

I am a fish. I was born to be underneath the waves.

Watch this!

You wanna see this boy gets some dry clothes watch thand gets home safe.

I think about you all the time, and I miss you bad.

Should I make that, "badly?"

Brilliant.

I miss you badly.

I see your face whenever I close my eyes.

Sometimes-- wait.

I think I can smell your perfume,

and I feel like you are near.

That's all I wanna say about that.

May I ask a question?

Why are you learning French?

It is the language of love.

Yes. Right.

...this friend writes this for me.

Can I ask you a question? ...Irish gentleman.

Why's Dixon carry that coin with 'im everywhere?

It was given to him by his wife...

When he left for the war.

It saved his leg at Shiloh.

Is she with him now?

No, she's dead.

You're breakin' my heart. All right, Shakespeare, come on. Let's get this over with.

I'm proud to be fightin' for our country,

and to know I'm doin' the right thing...

Helps me when I'm missin' you.

You don't think she'll believe that, do you?

- Well, it's true. I am proud. - Listen to you,

with all your talk about patriotism and honor.

You're a fool.

You don't fight for your country, you fight for yourself.

Collins, we're fightin' for our home.

You've lost your home. You've lost it all.

You're only fighting 'cause you don't want to admit you're beat. Then what are you doin' here?

Well, let's see. I get my meals and a roof...

And a few dollars and a chance to bloody a nose or two.

That's all I need. The rest of you are a bunch of idiots, if you think there more to it.

Hey, only a son of a bitch would say that!

You care to try me, lad?

'Cause this son of a bitch can whip any man in this room...

One at a time or all at once, if you like.

You wanna take this outside?

- That's enough, gentlemen. - You shut your mouth, tea bag.

- This is between men. - Mr. Collins--

Mr. Collins, I outrank you and I am ordering you to sit down and be quiet now!

I'm in the bloody Navy, ya pencil-neck bastard!

You don't even outrank my arse!

That's where the fight is, son! You see? Out there.

And not here!

Any more problems with you, you deal with me. You understand?

- I'm not afraid of ya. - That's a mistake.

Mr. Alexander, care to grab your compass and join me on the beach here?

Our best chance is the Wabash.

Wooden frigate.

'Bout six miles out.

Due east.

Straight away from Battery Marshall.

What'd they say about that torpedo? Is she ready yet?

Ninety pounds of black powder. It's ready.

Ninety pounds? I'm tryin' to blow up a ship, Will, not a fleet.

No sense takin' any chances, George.

I think we'll find them--

At least they're bombing Sumter tonight, not Charleston.

I don't understand why they shell a city of women and children.

Why aren't they shelling Richmond or Wilmington?

Because the war didn't start in Richmond or Wilmington. It started in Charleston.

We're the first to secede,

our first shot of Sumter.

Ain't gonna stop till they level the city.

That's what I never understand, the politics.

I came here to make a living as an engineer, not to make war.

Good thing about war is it gives you somethin' to believe in.

Somethin' to fight for.

- What are you fighting for, George? - I don't know no more.

Maybe somethin' that's already lost.

Then what are you living for?

You could be a major by now. Colonel, maybe.

You could be watching all this from the rear. I'm exactly where I wanna be.

That night when we were being shelled, you walked right through it.

It was like you were looking for something. What was it?

- A ghost, maybe. - I thought you wanted to be killed.

Come on.

Yep.

See if our crew have slaughtered each other yet.

They're scared.

They don't know what they're capable of yet.

Head on! Move it out! Move it out!

Come on! Get your head down!

Keep your head down!

Let's go! Let's go! Move it out, boys!

Hurry, soldier!

Move it out!

Fire! Move it out! Move out, men!

If the federals ever sight us out there at sea,

got no choice but to hide on the bottom.

We don't know how long we gonna take it down ther without air.

I say today we find out.

We'll crank her out to the mouth of the harbor. We'll bring her down.

Just stay down there as long as we can.

Any man feels he can't take it no more, just yell uq, we come up. Any questions?

You can stay down there all bloody day before I'll say up, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey.

Oxygen gone. Twenty-five minutes.

Up! Up! Up! Up!

Aft pump not throwing. We gonna go up?

- What is it? What's wrong? - Might be clogged!

What?

We gotta get up. Are we gonna get up?

I can't breathe!

- Collins! Collins! - I've got to breathe!

I've got to breathe!

Collins! Collins, you hear me?

Get in your position, son, and turn that thing!

Stop it! You're all right. You'll be all right.

She's throwing! It's in.

Collins! Collins!

Incroyable. [Unbelievable]

What you doin'? Are you crazy?

All right, boys, the game's Blackjack.

Hey, what you got?

I'll stick.

Now this--

I didn't feel a thing.

This one is when I got-- oop! That's sacred. All right.

I want to kiss you, all over your body.

That would be another two dollars, darlin'.

Buy ya a whiskey, Lieutenant?

Can't find a girl you like, huh?

The boys are all tryin' to get me together with one.

So? That's just it.

I'm a married man, sir.

I ain't never been with but one woman and that's my wife.

I-I can't even think about nobody else but her.

It's like she breathes for me.

Understand, Lieutenant? You ever love anyone like that?

- What's on your mind, Mr. Simkins? - Well, it's just--

I don't want the boys to think anything.

So I was wonderin' if you could just order me to go back to the barracks right now.

I'd really appreciate it.

- Well, you consider yourself ordered. - Thank you, sir.

I knew you were a good man.

- First time I ever saw you, I said to myself-- - Simkins, go. Just go.

Yes, sir.

The water is almost up to our necks, and I know I'm gonna drown.

And then I look at Mr. Alexander down there, I said,

"Well, maybe there's some seaweed or some such thing cloggin' the valve."

He was tryin' to climb through the dead lights.

Come on! It's-- come on, I'm tellin' the truth. You believe me, right?

Lieutenant says I gotta go back to Mount Pleasant.

Where ya goin'?

What about this fine young lady? She's w-w--

well, I'd love to show her a thing or two,

but-- ooh! Lieutenant says I gotta rig the torpedo for tomorrow.

I begged 'im.

You're a hard man, Lieutenant!

Sometimes I hate this war.

Well, I guess I'll see y'all later.

So, we finally get a look at our brave submarine men.

Care to join us for a drink? Well, I don't think I will.

No, sir. You see, I only drink with fightin' men.

Not cowards who hide under the water.

Not men who attack like little mice where they can't be seen.

Who in the hell you callin' a coward?

Well, I guess I'm callin' you a coward, sir.

I never seen a slimier bunch.

Y'all belong underwater. Apologize.

Well, I'm not talkin' to you, potato eater.

You talk to one of us, you talk to all of us.

I'll only ask you once more... to apologize.

And what are you gonna do if I don't?

You're so good to me, lord.

Imbecile!

Mr. Becker, I appreciate your efforts on our behalf,

but I think you should refrain from actually... killing him.

Uh, this would be a good time to apologize, lad.

I'm sorry.

- I think he said it. - That'll do.

You bastards. You were gonna let 'im kill me.

C'est le guerre.

C'est le guerre. Aye.

What does that mean?

? when I was a little boy ?

? so my mother told me ?

? we'll haul away ?

? we'll haul away, Joe ?

? that if I did not kiss the girls ?

? my lips would all grow moldy ?

? we'll haul away ?

? we'll haul away, Joe ?

? we'll haul away ?

? we're bound for better weather ?

? we'll haul away ?

What if he was right?

Who?

The one who said we were cowards.

What if he's right?

You know,

It's been a hell of a day.

Let's get some rest.

Where the in the hell is the assistant surgeon?

- Hold his head up! - Yes, doctor!

That's it, boys. He's dead. Take 'im away. Yes, sir.

Can I help you, Lieutenant?

General Beauregard sent for me. Wait here, please, sir.

Get a clamp and bring it back. Yes, sir.

I am surprised.

- Dixon, I am talking to you. - I'm sorry, sir.

I said, I am surprised that half the population of Charleston...

Is not in this hospital after you and your men tore through the waterfront last night.

It wasn't quite like that, sir. This may come as a surprise to you,

but I have more important things to do...

Than deal with complaints about your men's leisure-time habits.

My crew were defendin' their honor, sir. Lieutenant.

You and your men have been paddling about the harbor for weeks now,

while this city is being reduced to small bits of brick and mortar.

Are you ready, or are you not?

I'm ready. My men are ready.

I'm awaiting your orders, sir.

You have your orders.

You are to sink and destroy any vessel of the enemy...

With which you can come into conflict.

Charleston is counting on you, Dixon.

I am counting on you.

Dismissed.

Informants tell us that the rebels have built a diving torpedo boat.

This infernal machine is capable of attacking from beneath the surface.

All ships and ironclads in the inner blockading circle...

Should have their fenders rigged out, and a netting should be dropped from the ends.

They should also anchor in a shallow part of the channel,

so that there will be no room for a submersible to pass under.

Send it and confirm it. Yes, sir.

We're gonna move against the Wabash.

Three hours out, three hours back.

Anyone here think we can't do it?

Good.

Let's show 'em what we have! One thing, Lieutenant.

You don't know what it's like not to be able to breathe down there,

to try and suck air into your lungs when there's none.

What's your point, Mr. Collins? What I'm sayin'--

what... we're sayin' is...

If we get stuck on the bottom,

and there's no chance we're gettin' back up,

we open the sea cocks and flood the submarine.

We drown quick, instead of suffocate slow.

That all right with you?

- Done. - All right.

Why, general, I do believe this terrible war...

Is turnin' your hair gray.

In a manner of speaking, ma belle, you are correct. One moment.

Lieutenant Dixon.

The eyes of Charleston are on you.

This is a remarkable sight.

Why, even miss--

the young lady I am with, she is most impressed. Well, that's nice to know, sir.

Private White reportin' for duty, sir!

If it may please the general, I would like to be assigned to the C.S.S. Hunley.

- Who is this boy? - I'm a born sailor, sir.

I belong underneath the waves, fightin' for my country.

Will someone please tell me why this boy is talking to me? What the hell does he want?

I would like to kill Yankees, sir.

Many as possible. Slowly and horribly, if time permits.

Do not misunderstand me. It is not that I do not like the boy.

Sir, may it please the general, sir!

He does this till he gets tired.

- Then he'll-- he'll just go home. - General.

C'est un honeur d'eternuer en votre presence.

- Comment? - C'est un honeur...

D'eternuer en votre presence.

Are you aware that you have just told me...

That it would be an honor for you to sneeze in my presence?

Mon dieu! pardon.

Pardon.

Please accept this small gift from a humble fisherman, sir. Thank you.

It's a fish.

I caught it with my bare hands.

Regrettably, so did I. Dixon.

Thanks for all you've done for Charleston.

See how long I can hold my breath, sir? Watch this!

Oddestunch of boys I ever did see.

Well, they're loyal.

All right. Neutral buoyancy, Mr. Alexander.

Let's trim 'er.

All right. Diving.

Don't you want somethin' to look at?

Somethin' to think about?

I would if I had a picture of my arse.

Bunch of sentimental idiots.

You all right?

Lovely. Oh!

? Clear away in the morning ?

? don't want to go ashore, boys ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? Captain don't you leave me ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? there's no one here that needs me ?

? oh, bring her 'round ? it's Irish.

? My da used to sing it to me when I was a boy.

? Clear away in the morning ?

? she never played it fancy ?

- They got chains. - What?

Over the side. The hull is completely protected below the waterline.

How could they know to do that?

Don't matter. They know.

- Uh, we gotta bring her back. Come on! - George, the torpedo!

- The line must have snagged! - all right. We gotta dive. Let's go!

No! No! The propeller will suck it in.

George, what the hell are you doing? All right.

Come on! Come on! Get down or you're gonna swamp us!

Move! Stay down!

She's completely caught. She's caught in the rudder.

Give me your knife.

I wouldn't want to do this forever, old man. I've got two to go, Will.

Two to go. George!

- Open fire! - get down!

Get down!

We're divin', gentlemen!

Rudder hard to starboard!

Brace yourselves, now! In case we g a torpedo, we're goin' home real quick!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Looks like two men on a raft, sir.

Well, we sunk it, whatever the hell it was.

You keep the lights on, and keep watch.

I'll alert the Captain and the other ships.

?

Dixon's here.

Excuse me.

Either the Hunley is a lot faster than we all thought,

or you gentlemen are the bearers of bad news.

They were prepared for us, sir.

There was chain booms and nets all over the sides of that boat.

They were warned.

There is something else.

Yes, sir. We ran afoul of our torpedo tow line.

In the process of freeing it, we got sighted and fired upon. You were identified?

This happened so fast, there's no tellin' what they saw. But other than that...

It was a very successful mission? It was a setback, sir.

There's nothing here I can't-- I can't tolerate another setback, Dixon.

I am going to disband your unit before I become the laughingstock of--

general, I got this close. I'm this close.

You have failed.

Dixon!

Get your men back in their chairs!

Play "Bonnie blue flag"! Do it!

Come on! "Bonnie blue flag"!

? We are a band of brothers a native to the soil ?

? fighting for the property we gained by honest toil ?

? and when our rights were threatened ?

? the cry Rose near and far ?

? hurrah for the Bonnie blue flag ?

? that bears a single star ?

? hurrah, hurrah ?

? for southern rights hurrah ?

? hurrah for the Bonnie blue flag that bears a single star ?

? as long as the union was faithful to my trust ?

? like friends and like brothers we were kind and just ?

? but now when northern treachery attempts our rights to mar ?

? we hoist on high the Bonnie blue flag that bears a single star ?

? hurrah, hurrah for southern rights, hurrah ?

? hurrah for the Bonnie blue flag that bears a single star ?

? hurrah, hurrah for southern rights, hurrah ?

? hurrah for the Bonnie blue flag that bears a single star ?

Some of these ships and ironclads...

In the inner circle of this blockade here,

they've got themselves protected now with these nets and chain booms.

The ships in the out circle here are not.

They don't even believe we can crank that far.

Can you? If we base off Sullivan's island we can, yeah.

Run that ship two and a half miles up the coast, out of breach inlet,

we get to this outer circle of ships in a matter of hours.

They're mostly wooden hulls. Take 'em completely by surprise.

You're a bold man, Lieutenant.

Every time I am ready to give up on this damn thing,

you convince me to persevere.

Where I come from,

we would say, "vous as des couilles," big, brass ones.

We've come too far to stop now.

You still believe this war can be won?

No, sir.

I believe there's a battle or two that can be,

and that should be.

Well, I have had an idea myself.

I am a fair engineer, as you may have heard.

Yeah, I have heard.

Spar torpedo. Mounted on the bow, but off the keel.

Sawtooth harpoon, lanyard trigger, make contact,

you back away 150, 200 feet.

- Lanyard triggers the torpedo. - We won't have to dive under the ship.

Nor will you have to worry about heavy seas fouling your towline...

And blowing yourself up with your own torpedo,

which I'm sure you will agree would be a most embarrassing turn of events.

That's a good idea. As is yours, Dixon.

Now, you make it work...

Because I believe we have only one more chance to use this boat...

Before those damn fools in Richmond lose this war for us.

You fought at Shiloh, Dixon.

Do you think I should've pressed on that first day while there was still light?

A lot of people do.

- No, I'm asking what you think. - Yes, sir. I do.

Let me tell you something, Dixon.

I was right to rest my army.

They had no more fight in them.

And I was told Grant's reinforcements were nowhere near.

Jefferson Davis said I wasn't fit to command an army.

What does that son of a bitch know about fighting a war?

This... politician...

Strips me of my command.

He broke my heart.

You are very kind.

Think nothin' of it.

And what about you, Dixon?

What did you lose in this war besides a good chunk of your leg?

Your wife?

I do not wish to be... indiscreet,

but I have heard the story.

She was on a ferry boat that went down in the Tennessee River.

Hit by a torpedo...

That drifted in from god knows where.

How can you bear that?

I read you lost your wife, sir. I'm sure it pains you to talk about that.

On the contrary.

It helped me get rid of the trappings of sentiment.

She died giving birth to my daughter.

Now, there's a test for you.

A test for the strength of one's heart.

There is this beautiful child,

and she cost you the woman you love.

Whatever you do,

from that moment onwards,

you are really just marking time.

Isn't that right, Dixon?

Yes, sir.

You know something, Dixon?

You and I,

we are somewhat alike.

Yeah, in what way, sir?

We are both romantics...

In an age of barbarians.

Man ] Port side secure!

Can't be too careful.

Yes, you never know when there's going to be a surprise attack by driftwood.

- Reporting as ordered, sir. - New orders.

We're to lay off of Rattlesnake Shoal near Battery Marshall,

and be prepared to intercept any blockade runner.

We will maintain 25 pounds of steam at all times and keep the engines reversed.

Yes, sir. Let's hope we find something to fight.

I felt a lot better when that bloody thing was 200 feet away from us.

This is actually much safer.

Now, we'll have total control over it.

What happens if we ram the ship...

And then that thing blows up before we can back far enough away?

Au revoir. Right.

If that thing explodes in me face, nothing can be done.

Dixon said it was gonna be better this way.

Hey, Lieutenant! Would you come up here?

You've been ordered back to Mobile. What?

Why?

Somethin' about designing some new cannon.

You're to leave tomorrow.

Yes, well, uh,

I've left all the drawings and schematics on your bench.

If, uh, I can be of any assistance,

feel free to write.

You and me put this thing together, Will.

Whether you're here or there don't matter.

It's your brains that run the boat,

and your heart.

Yes.

That's very good of you.

I'd best be off now.

Well, no more throwing up anyway.

Ah, Mr. Collins. Always seeing the silver lining.

At least you won't go down in history as a coward.

Collins, if we--

if you go down in history at all,

it will be as men who were not afraid.

Men who took on a fleet of warships in a rigged-out boiler.

Men who didn't have to be made to do it.

You're gonna get your chance to make history,

and I'm going to miss it.

Lieutenant?

Here.

What's this?

For luck, maybe. I don't know.

Just take it.

Thanks.

- Good luck to you. - All right then.

The U.S.S. Housatonic.

The wooden hull, huh?

About three miles past the breakers.

We could make that in two hours. They'd never expect us that far out.

Okay, we move on out tonight. Mr. Collins.

You're my new first officer. Bloody hell!

I mean-- I mea thank you, sir.

We're still gonna need another man, Lieutenant.

It'll be a full moon tonight.

The seas will be calm. Not much wind today.

I don't know how long that ship will be out there. Just don't want to wait.

- Private White, be at ease. - I am, sir!

They'll be lookin' for us now,

and with a full moon, the federal's probably gonna see us when we come up to sight.

So we gonna be fast, we're gonna be accurate. Gonna be one chance here.

Any man who wants to wait for a darker night now, we'll just wait.

All right, once we've attacked,

y'all gonna signal battery Marshall here with a blue calcium.

They, in turn, are gonna show us a light at the breach inlet...

And we'll bring her right on home.

We go out at nightfall. Y'all are dismissed.

Thank you for this honor, sir. Private White, first of all, I want you to stop shoutin'.

You just shout too much, son.

And second of all, I want you to make me proud I put you on my boat.

Now, is that clear? I will make you proud, sir.

Good. Get some rest, son.

I'm getting closer.

Don't say a word.

Mr. Collins? Open your aft hatch.

Okay, next time we come up, we're gonna be in range.

Two minutes, we'll dive.

Six foot long, for sure. That's good.

We're right on top of her now! No time to dive! Just go!

Just go!

Williams.

Sir? Do you see anything off the port quarter? 100 yards?

Looks like tide ripple.

Good god! Beat to quarters! Slip the chain and back the engines!

All hands on deck! All hands on deck

Slip the chain! Slip the chain!

Sir, I think it's a torpedo closing in off the port quarter!

Go astern and open fire! Go astern and open fire!

Impact in ten seconds! Prepare to reverse as soon as we hit!

Go astern faster!

Go astern faster!

Depress guns! Point aft!

We're under the guns, sir!

Reverse! Reverse! Let's get the hell outta here!

It's backing off! It's backing off!

- Lieutenant! - He's hit!

Keep cranking! Keep cranking! Reverse! Reverse!

Stuff those ports!

We're sinking!

Lieutenant.

Give him the light. Give him the light.

Private White, flash it to battery Marshall. Now!

What's the damage?

The crankshaft is bent in the stuffing box.

We've lost some rivets and bolts.

We've plugged the holes, but we've taken on some water.

Ridgeway, Wicks and Simkins are hurt, and I don't know how bad.

Did we get 'em? We got 'em, sir. We got 'em good.

We must've hit their ammo magazine by the sound of it.

We did it! We sunk her!

They flashed us the light from battery Marshall!

All right. Just gotta wait now.

We'll go in on the tide.

- Why don't we dive? - We didn't dive.

We took on too much water. We're going down.

- What do I do, George? - Drop that keel.

Come on! Release that keel ballast before we hit bottom!

I can't find the wrench! I can't find the wrench!

Find the wrench! Find the wrench!

Come on! Come on!

Find the wrench! It's got to be under one of us!

Find it!

The hatch won't open!

Come on! Come on!

Find that wrench!

Move! Move! Move!

Collins!

We took on too much water here. Keel ballast ain't gonna make no difference now.

We can bail this water into the ballast tanks and use the force pumps.

Got no rudder.

Divin' plane here, it's froze.

Hatches don't open under this pressure.

Not goin' anywhere now.

How long can the air last?

Couple of hours... Maybe.

- It's finished then? - It's finished.

You know, Private White, we all agreed if something like this would happen--

I know.

I'm not afraid.

Do what's right, sir.

Gentlemen?

It has been an honor...

To know each--

Go on now. Open that valve.

Aye, sir.

There she goes.

- Straight to the bottom. - Son of a bitch! We did it!

- We did it! - That we did.

You made me proud, Private White.

You showed yourself to be worthy of this boat.

I appreciate that, sir.

I might as well tell ya.

I'm not really a private.

In fact, I'm not even in the damn army.

? Take me back on the bay, boys ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? I don't want to go ashore, boys ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? Captain, don't you leave me ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? there's no one here that needs me ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? Nancy oh, my Nancy ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? she never played it fancy ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? take me back on the bay, boys ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? I don't want to go ashore, boys ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? Captain, don't you leave me ?

? clear away in the morning ?

? there's no one here that needs me ?

? oh, bring her 'round ?

? Nancy, oh, my ?

Da?

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves.

Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause.

Though yet no marble column craves...

The pilgrim here to pause.

There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies...

By mourning beauty crowned.

In seeds of Laurel in the earth,

the blossom of your flame is blown.

And somewhere, waiting for its birth,

the shaft is in the stone.

Meanwhile, behalf the tawny years,

which keep in trust your storied tombs.

Behold your sisters bring their tears and these memorial blooms.

Small tribute,

but your shades will smile more proudly on these wreaths today...

Then when some cannon-molded time shall overlook this place.

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