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...and raise her up.
Now if you don't mind...
Tell the dive station to supply a standby.
Okay. Go on.
You swam out of the Saint Lo at Leyte Gulf.
Do you hear me, chief?!
- Aren't you going to go too? - No.
I can't do this, Carl. I can't live this life again.
But if I win, you ship out tonight. Deal?
I'm three months late.
I can work with you, but my time is precious.
Better get your ass off this deck.
Blue diver?
Change him out now!
You will lose if you touch that water. Do you hear me?
Or they'll never salute you the rest of your life.
Ladies, gentlemen, and the rest of you lowdown cats...
Stay the hoe, John. Get the hoe, John.
Carl, are you okay? Carl?
He stays down any longer, he'll get mail.
Leslie?
I don't move up in rank unless I dive.
At least give me that much.
Sirs, I promise if I am killed at sea...
Blue diver, come in.
Chief.
Says he can hold his breath for 4 minutes.
...but I'll bet you your cob pipe I can hold it for five...
Lay back into it. Keep it steady. Steady.
Best get moving.
Went down on a shallow reef, trapped me and six boys in the fire room.
I guess that fucker got his in the end.
...Leslie.
You get in there and fight, Carl.
- It's my fault. - It's all your fault.
Welcome to Bayonne, New Jersey.
Hold him up.
I guess he did.
Billy...
You ended my diving career, lieutenant.
Probable Russian sub. Bearing at 209...
- What is going on? - She's gonna roll over!
Come on! Grab that hose!
You're just there to swim, nothing else.
- Carl, is that you? - Hey, Jo. It's me.
I'm getting dizzy.
- Navy diver, stand down. - Diver, you will disregard.
Seven.
You ain't gonna find him.
The question is, sir:
...Boatswain's Mate...
I'm doing my best, Hart.
...in the U.S. Navy.
I don't owe you a goddamn fucking thing!
Bust the old rules, if you have to.
Come in.
Divers, square yourselves away and approach the rail.
Kill me? Goddamn. For a minute, I thought this was serious.
And remember: One-night stands may be over by morning...
There's only three choices a colored man has in the Navy.
See? Now wasn't that easy?
Take it inside.
...is that he worked for God, and I am God!
...reinstate me to active duty.
Machinist's Mate Rourke, 91.
You studying on nursing?
- We're coming home, chief. - Never doubted it.
Can I still dive?
I believe Gunner's Mate Snowhill's a liar!
No. Billy.
We're all extremely proud of you, Chief Brashear.
Morning Let's get it