Run Silent Run Deep

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(radar bleeps)

Setup on leading freighter.

(speaking in Japanese)

Range.

- Mark?

- 1-5-0-0.

tubes 1 and 2. Stand by.

Open outer doors, 1 and 2. Stand by.

Open outer doors on 1 and 2. Stand by.

Firing two fish forward. Watch your depth.

Two degrees down bubble. Hold her at 60.

- Outer doors open on 1 and 2, sir.

- Final bearing.

- Mark.

- 3-2-0.

- Set.

- Fire 1.

Fire 1.

- 1 is fired, sir.

- Fire 2.

Fire 2.

- 2 is fired, sir.

- Time on that first torpedo.

Should hit in about 42 seconds, sir.

Crash-dive! 300 feet! All ahead full!

Destroyer coming in fast!

Rig for depth charge! Silent running!

- (siren)

- Dive!

(explosion)

Better hold on to these reports

to Admiral Bowers, sir.

- Why?

- His car had a flat tyre this morning.

Right rear. He's fit to be tied.

- Send 'em tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

Captain Field's a little touchy

this morning, too.

Oh? Another flat tyre?

Almost the same thing. His wife.

They had a quarrel last night.

- Oh, that.

- I'm ready for action.

Passing up the decoy, sir. In position.

Heading straight on towards the Akikaze.

- Stand by to dive.

- Aye aye, sir.

Range 1800.

Akikaze bearing down on us, bow on.

- Clear the bridge. Dive.

- Dive. Ready to shoot in 25 seconds.

Bearing. Mark.

Fire.

Fire 1.

Torpedo running hot, straight and normal.

You sunk him again, sir.

That makes 200 times

you've sunk Bungo Pete in...

...200 days.

- He only sunk you once!

- Just once.

But it wasn't on a desk.

Where do you get all these things?

- Oh, tables, desks.

- Mueller, you're a thief.

I'm a collector, sir.

Bungo Pete! Let's put him

next to his Akikaze destroyer.

The unknown factor.

The sea dragon of Area 7.

There's nothing superhuman

about him or the area!

Too bad they'll never give you

another chance in that area.

Four submarines sunk

in the Bungo Straits...

...and they keep you behind a desk

for something they can't even figure out!

How many subs? You said four, I think.

- Yes, sir.

- The count was three a month ago.

It's only scuttlebutt, but the word's

around that the last boat sent out...

...was lost three days ago.

Get these things outta here!

Mueller...

...when's the next sub due in?

Two weeks, sir. The Nerka.

Her skipper was wounded, but

the Executive Officer's due to take over.

- He qualified for command?

- Yes, sir.

- They'll send her out to 7.

- I suppose so.

Get the Chief of Staff on the phone.

Tell him I'm coming over.

(# "Anchors Aweigh")

(PA) Executive Officer to duty section.

Now hear this.

The repair crew will take over at 1300.

Duty section will stand by

with the repair list.

You beach boys who'll be checking in

at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel...

...the hotel does not have a repair crew.

So have fun,

but keep the damage to a minimum.

Break it up, break it up!

Russo, Cullen, break it up! I...

For the next captain of the Nerka, sir.

What we mean to say, Mr Bledsoe...

Congratulations!

(all) Good luck, sir.

- So this is the way we start! Bribery!

- Don't know what you mean, sir!

Next it'll be special privileges!

Sunbathing, two-hour watches.

A sunburned crew is a happy crew!

An old Navy axiom!

That you just made up!

Thanks a lot, men. Don't any of you

get the idea I can be had!

- It never entered our heads!

- I'll bet!

- Go on, try it on, sir!

- You'll look very sharp in that rig!

- See you a moment, Bledsoe?

- Yes, sir.

Uh, we were just leaving, Captain.

I said we were leaving!

It's... sort of a gift, sir. The men, they...

It's all right. Never mind.

- Any milk left in the galley?

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, it's powdered, sir.

- That'll do.

She belongs to the chief of the boat.

Good-luck token.

The men give her a little... pat

on their way to battle stations.

Interesting.

I'll get the milk, sir.

Ah, submarines. They ruined my liver.

Couldn't take one again.

Terrible thought. Makes me old.

Makes me antique.

- Do you like subs?

- I chose the service, sir.

Of course.

- Good record.

- Thank you, sir.

It's a fact, not a compliment,

so don't thank me!

I told you two years ago you were

hot stuff, that you'd have a sub one day.

- Remember?

- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Well, you're going to, Jim.

But not this time out.

The Nerka is being assigned

to Commander Richardson.

He'll be your skipper for this patrol.

You see, Jim, she's going to Area 7.

Richardson is acquainted with the area.

We lost four subs there the last year.

All of 'em sunk by an Akikaze

off the Bungo Straits.

His sub was the first. The Navy Board

feels he deserves another chance.

That command was mine.

Don't they think I can handle her in 7?

Of course not.

Your ability isn't being questioned.

- Richardson's suggestion...

- Richardson's suggestion?

He presented a very strong case.

This whole thing

is suddenly very clear to me.

- That all, sir?

- That's all.

You won't mind if I keep this

out of mothballs, Captain?

There are other boats besides the Nerka.

Rich?

Rich? Hey, be careful!

- What's the matter?

- Like me to fix some lemonade?

Sure, honey, you go ahead.

I'll be down by the time...

- Better make enough for three.

- Three?

- We have company arriving.

- I can't see anyone like this!

I don't think this is a social visit.

You'd better put some gin

in that lemonade.

Looking for me?

- Commander Richardson?

- That's right.

I'm Bledsoe. Jim Bledsoe.

A pleasure. Mind throwing me up

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