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for World War II

souveniers,

Or we could raise her

and you could put her in

your parlor as a memento.



[MARK]

All right, Linc..

Pull me up.

What sre you

looking for Eric, ghosts?

Really incredible.

She was one

of the small jobs.

Reported missing

I think about 1943.

Hmm, fascinating.

Well,

thanks for nothing, Brittain.

I guaranteed a look,

not a find, Buddy.

What do you guess

her tonnage to be?

Oh, I don't know.

I'd say maybe 300.

She looked undamaged.

My guess is

that her ballast tanks are still full.

What looked

like the escape hatch was closed.

I don't know

if anybody got out of her,

but she's probably full

of sea water anyway.

What if her valves held?

They might have held.

If her valves held,

she's dry. So what??

With the tanks blown,

we could raise her.

Raise her?

Raise her?

What the hell would we do

with a submarine?

Refit her. Use her

For sightseeing.

Sell her to a museum.

The possibilities

are endless.

Brittain, do you think

you could find it?

The sub, probably.

Do you think you could

find it right now?

Again, probably,

but why?

I'd like you to attach

a line and float a buoy.

You mean right now?

Right now.

That'll be overtime.

We'll pay you.

Where do you get

this "we"?

Rosa's doing

the financing, check with her.

You have

a reason?

Yes.

I'd like

to think it out.

Then I'll explain.

That's good enough

for me.

All right,

we'd better get to it.

There's not much daylight.

Lincoln, let's go.

Hey, uh Captain?

Mm-hmm?

You ever get

depth-charged?

Yes, often.

Slip and fall down

and maybe hit your head

a little bit?

I'm quite sane, Mr. Brittain.

Big deal. So now

we lasso a submarine..

Would you like

to explain why, Eric?

If we can raise her and refit her...

Why not play pirates.

Good evening.

Evening. You want Mark?

Yes, I'd like to see him.

Hey Mark.

Yo!

We've got company.

Well...

Oh, hello.

I was afraid

you might be sleeping.

No, it's too early

for that. Come on aboard.

Thank you.

Watch your head.

beautiful night, huh?

Like Naples?

Stars are stars.

Ever look at them, Mr. Brittain?

On occasion, yes.

For navigational

purposes only.

Mm-hm, but not

romantically?

Tell me something,

Miss Lucchesi,

is this

a mid-week seduction

or the opening gambit

of a con job?

Is that

how I strike you?

You're financing

this whole operation, are you not?

Yes, with all

the money I have, Mr. Brittain.

In Italy,

during the war,

I lost my family,

my illusions,

my patience.

I want only

one thing now--

To never be

cold or wet or hungry again.

Is that terrible

for you?

Well, it depends.

If you're telling me

that you'll settle

for three meals a day and Vic Rossiter,

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