Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, there was a question I wanted to ask you back in school.
I got the vessel in sight. Two o'clock, about 50 meters.
- Stop. - And she decided to stay home.
167 degrees, 10 minutes West.
- You've reached Helen... - And Ben.
What is it, two weeks and he's failed half the class?
It's all my fault, Senior Chief. Hodge had nothing to do with it.
Don't worry. No, no. They'll get him.
Blow it.
It happens, Ben.
- Over here. - Hurry up, move it out.
Five minutes.
Of course you didn't, Ben. How could you think I was?
Looking right. Looking center. Looking left.
Twenty-two is the number of people I lost, Jake.
it took me a long time to understand that...
Robert!
You don't have to take his shit, Hodge.
Wow. Four years as lead instructor, I never had one go missing.
Rescue swimmer one, this is 6008. Do you read?
...just not to you?
Somebody's missing.
Rescue swimmer, 6034, Fischer, come in, Fischer.
Hold on, Carl.
There a reason you're not breathing, Goldfish?
Must be nice to go out on a date, yeah!
where everyone thinks you killed their brother,
Twenty minutes to Kodiak.
without breathing for 15 minutes, Senior Chief.
For the love of God, you could have been killed.
Swimmer's away.
- Just the two of you? - Yeah, yeah. His arm's hurt real bad.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Ease up. Ease up.
- Yeah. - Did you read 'em?
- I'll teach you the breast stroke.
It's too late, Ben.
I can't believe you got here.
Before you go, I gotta know one thing.
I got a few wrinkles here and there,
Captain's down below. One other man on deck.
Man, this guy, Randall...
I'm just a public school guy, so, uh...
Not all of them.
You wanna pull it, like that.
It's filling up, Senior Chief!
Senior. Senior!
Hook is going down. Let's go port right 40. Halfway down.
Keeps the sea out of your mouth.
- Carl. - I'm here.
You touch the wall, you fail.
- I gotta go to work. - Yeah.
He's hanging with this man's life in his hands, and the winch jams.
You wanna quit, just quit now. I could use those new shoes.
Mark in known position.
And... and to our gal, Lindsey.
Why don't you let him know yourself?
Just one steak. What is...?
- Good job, Weatherly. - Good job.
You think they're coming?
No. It's personal with me.
approach a drowning victim in high seas.
with the distinct possibility of dying slow, cold and alone
Getting old ain't bad, man.
They'll be coming for us.
- There are only 280 rescue swimmers. - Let's go! Let's go!
I can't. Get your ass out of the pool, let's go.
Ok.
- One, two, three! - Ooh-rah, Hodge!
Where's my class leader?
Two o'clock.
Pure survival instinct.
Jake!
The attrition rate is like... What is it, 50 percent?
Give me something else, Senior Chief!
My bull-riding career was going down the drain.
But suddenly...
- I mean, you got guts, man. - Stupidity.
- Down. Up. - Twenty-three!
Let's move it now! Let's move it out!
- About 20 seconds. - Shall we?
We lost our tail rotor!
I will fail you. Understood?
It won't happen again, Senior Chief!
You know, um...
- Ooh-rah! - Move your ass.
Be there in 20 minutes. Requesting ambulance on scene when we land.
Come on, Carl. We gotta go, now!
Time out. Class, pop tall.
Be advised, we are RTB at this time.
- I can use it. It's all we got. - All right, good.
This is because we are the Coast Guard's elite.
I must owe somebody money.
Screw Skinner.
Negative, swimmer one. We need you topside, ASAP.
A last hope for all those who have been left behind.
Twenty minutes. Just fingertips.
It will light up a 50-foot swath of water,
I was never gonna make it, anyway. Skinner's right. I panic every time.
Well, now, we can come back.
I'm not your teacher anymore, Jake. I'm just your fellow swimmer.
Senior Chief made the swim to the Aleutian Islands.
Prepare to take the load.