Gray Lady Down

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- Right 10 degrees rudder.

Steady two seven zero.

- Right 10 degrees rudder.

Steady two seven zero.

Aye, sir.

- All ahead two thirds.

Make turns for eight knots.

- All ahead two thirds.

Make turns for eight knots.

Aye, sir.

- Sonar Con, make a sweep around.

Report all contacts.

- Make sweep around.

Report all contacts.

Sonar on.

- Rudder is right 10 degrees.

Answering all ahead two thirds, sir.

- Very well, Mr. Skinner,

bring her up to one five zero feet.

- One five zero feet.

Aye, sir.

Make your depth one five zero feet.

10 degree up bubble.

- One five zero feet.

Aye, sir, 10 degree up bubble.

Aye, sir.

- Sonar con on.

No contact, sir.

- Very well, better make

sure radar's ready to go.

- Aye, Captain.

- Hope we get a nice day

up there, Captain.

- Why not?

Well, XO, after 11 days,

nine hours and eight minutes,

I pronounce this lady 100% checked out.

You're getting a good boat, Dave.

- I'll drink to that.

- Steady on course 2-7-0, sir.

- Very well.

Diving officer, prepare to surface.

- Aye, sir.

Prepare to surface.

- Rig for red.

- Prepare to surface.

Prepare to surface.

- Hey, who's gonna bring

the captain a cup of coffee?

- I'll drink to that too.

- Boy, that fresh air smells good, sir.

- Funny feeling, taking

her home for the last time.

- We're sure gonna miss you, sir.

- Thanks.

Too bad they can't overhaul me too.

Chug along up here at 12 knots.

Get into New London for lunch.

Lieutenant, you have the con.

- Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Murphy here.

I have the con.

Captain leaving the bridge.

- Bridge, Radar.

I have contact bearing three one five,

6,000 yards and closing on

course one eight zero, 12 knots.

- Radar, Bridge.

Can't see a thing.

Dense fog at that bearing.

Notify me at 3,000 yards.

Captain.

- Come in.

- Party's ready to go, sir.

- Oh!

What about the guest of honor?

- Oh, Caruso went to tell him

there's a fight in the galley.

- That ought to bring him down.

- Okay, Mac, he's coming.

Come on!

- I said, vanilla!

- I said, pistachio!

- I said, vanilla!

- Pistachio!

- Knock it off!

Hey!

What the hell do you men think...

Oh, for Christ's sakes.

I'll have your ass for this, Caruso.

- I was only obeying orders, sir.

- That's right, Dave.

We just wanted you to know

how we feel about you.

I gotta say, giving you this boat

for your first command's

one of the few smart things

that computer ever did.

You've been a good exec.

You'll make a hell of a skipper.

- Hey, hey, let's hear it!

Let's hear it!

- This is, uh, it's from all of us.

- Nothing's gonna jump at me, is there?

Aw.

- Yeah!

- All right!

- I, uh...

Well, for a fella who's never

been at a loss for words,

I'd just like to say that

I'm at a loss for words.

I know just how to break this in though.

Monday, I'll go pipe the

new squadron commander

into his swivel chair.

- Ah, yes.

- All right.

- Yes, hey, hey, hey!

- Congratulations, Captain.

- Bridge, Radar.

I have Contact Alpha holding

on bearing three one five,

range, 3,000 yards and closing.

- Bridge, aye.

Helm, Bridge.

Come right to course three one five.

Captain to the bridge.

- Well, just as a way of sort

of wrapping this all up, men,

I just wanna say to--

- Captain to the bridge.

- Gangway, Roberts.

Let's go ahead and get a fix, Larson.

- Aye, sir.

- Soundings, please?

- Soundings, aye, sir.

- Put the low

pressure blower on all

the main ballast tanks for 10 minutes.

- Thanks, fellas.

- What's up?

- Captain, we got a contact

at three one five degrees,

3,000 yards on course two seven zero.

That's a collision course with us.

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