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Williams got the shaft
and you know it, chief.

Look, DiMaggio hit in 56 straight.

Now, your Teddy Boy ain't
never gonna do that. Nobody is.

Let's get up to periscope depth, chief.

Come up to periscope depth.
Aye, sir.

Scope's awash.

Now, you wanna talk hitters?

You should have seen
Rogers Hornsby.

Good Lord.

What do you see, skipper?
What's out there?

It looks like
the entire Japanese fleet.

What are they doing this far east?

We should take her down, sir.
Wait until they pass.

- It's too late, XO. We're spotted.
- Crash-dive, sir?

Negative.
We gotta get word to Pearl.

It's a submarine, sir.
An old submarine.

The first thing you heard
was the hull collapsing.

What was that other noise?

Sunken vessels make that noise
when they split in half, sir.

You think that this
is the USS Dolphin, huh?

Yes, sir. It departed Midway Island
on November 21 st, 1941,

headed for Hawaii. It never arrived.

It's been overdue
and presumed lost for 59 years.

The sound was picked up
by listening stations

in the Aleutians, the Philippines,
and Hawaii.

The source triangulates to an area

roughly 37 degrees north,
170 degrees west.

The Dolphin was last heard from
on December 5th, 1941. That day...

They were right in the path
of the Japanese fleet.

- On the way to Pearl Harbor.
- Yes, sir.

The Dolphin and its crew

might have been the first
American casualties of World War II.

It's big news, all right,
and somebody is trying to beat us to it.

Admiral, please have a seat.
Commander.

A civilian salvage operator
by the name of Jack Riggins

got wind of the discovery of
the Dolphin and dropped his flag on it.

Commander,
we cannot have some damn ghoul

disturbing the tomb
of 60 brave Americans.

No, sir.

The SECNAV
have asked Admiral Stanton

to represent the submarine
community's interest in the case.

I've served in half a dozen boats
like the Dolphin.

I was at Pearl Harbor
when we were attacked.

But I never expected to see the day
when the bones of dead submariners

would be brought up
by a souvenir hunter.

Sir, what do we know
about Riggins' plans?

Well, his press release says
that bringing up the Dolphin

will help him write
"the ultimate chapter on Pearl Harbor."

He wants to sell artefacts
to finance his historical undertaking.

Well, our first move, sir, would be
to file a petition in federal court

- for a temporary restraining order.
- That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- You, sir?
- Oh, I'll take this one, commander.

One of the privileges of rank
is taking the opportunity

to squash a parasite like Riggins
myself.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, A.J. I appreciate it.

I'm sure those boys in the Dolphin
will too.

Sir.

Commander.

- Sir, if there's any way I can aid in...
- As a matter of fact, there is.

I've got an appointment
with the Armed Services Committee

about my annual budget proposal.
You'll pinch hit for me.

- We need a 4.3 percent increase.
- Admiral, I hardly distinguished myself

the last time
I entered into that arena, sir.

Don't be modest, commander.

You got the funds to repair the hole
you shot in the courtroom ceiling.

- Excuse me, sergeant.
- That's gunnery sergeant.

That's what I meant to say,
gunnery sergeant.

Could you tell me
where Lt. Col. MacKenzie's office is?

- She's over there in the corner.
- Thanks, gunnery sergeant.

- Enter.
- Colonel MacKenzie?

Yeah.

Petty Officer Second Class Potts
reporting as ordered, ma'am.

At ease.
You can sit next to Lieutenant Roberts.

Yes, ma'am.

I explained to the colonel
that you'd be willing

to accept 45 days restriction
to the ship, extra duty,

- and some forfeiture of pay.
- That's not gonna cut it, petty officer.

Any deal we make has to include
an other-than-honourable discharge.

Discharge? But I don't wanna
leave the Navy, ma'am.

I love the Navy.

Why didn't you get in shape before
you were assigned mandatory P. T?

And once you got it,
why didn't you attend?

Most of all,
why didn't you lay off the diet pills?

I was trying to keep my weight down,
ma'am.

Well, then next time stop eating.
The diet pills are amphetamines.

Colonel,
Petty Officer Potts is not a criminal.

I'm aware of that, lieutenant.
That's why I'm offering your client

the closest thing Naval Justice has
to a free lunch.

Pardon the expression.

Ma'am, isn't this just an overreaction
to the fact that Petty Officer Potts

happens not to look like the poster boy
for the SEALs?

The Navy doesn't want him
physically fit

to put his picture on a calendar,
lieutenant.

It wants him fit so he can do his job.

He's a system technician,
a computer nerd.

For now, but there is no telling
what crisis may come up

or where the Navy might need him.
You know the standards of readiness.

So he's being made an example of.
That's not fair, ma'am.

We didn't choose him,
he chose himself

when he broke
half a dozen articles and regulations.

So you say, ma'am.

Well, then I'd say it's fairly obvious.

I've salvaged Spanish galleons
in the Caribbean,

and gold-rush paddle wheelers
off the California coast,

but I have never discovered
anything as exciting as the Dolphin.

To think of the things it saw, of the
hellacious final battle that it fought.

Good morning, admiral.

I'm Stewart Grossman.
I'm Jack Riggins' attorney.

A.J. Chegwidden.

The astronomers study the stars.
I study the ocean floor.

When was the last time an astronomer
sold a planet at an auction house?

Jack gets a bit carried away,

but he really is contributing
to human knowledge.

Yeah, and his own pocketbook.

It's a bit unusual for the JAG
to be arguing a case, isn't it?

Not when the case means
as much to the JAG as this one.

Well, this isn't the game
you're used to playing, admiral.

The judges down here
are a little different.

United States of America...
All 50 of them.

- v. Castaway Salvage Incorporated
and Jack Riggins, individually.

Petition for
a temporary restraining order.

Who speaks for the government?

Your Honour,
I'm Admiral A.J. Chegwidden,

Navy Judge Advocate General,

appointed by the Justice Department

Special Assistant
United States Attorney for this matter.

Got the big guns, huh?

Where is this court's authority
to adjudicate conflicting claims

over vessels
sunk in international waters?

Steinmetz and USS Hatteras,
Your Honour.

These cases establish that warships

belong to their sovereign nations
in perpetuity,

no matter where they were sunk.

The Dolphin was and is
a U.S. Navy submarine.

After 59 years on the ocean floor?

No wonder you people keep asking
Congress for money, admiral.

Your Honour,
under the law of finds,

a principle dating back
to the days of Roman sailing vessels,

any abandoned shipwreck
may be claimed by the finder.

Your Honour,
abandonment is hardly the issue here.

The Navy only recently found
the Dolphin.

And furthermore,
the Dolphin is not mere property.

It is a tomb
for 60 brave submariners

that should not be desecrated
by a treasure hunter.

My client is a marine archaeologist.

In that case, I'd like the opportunity
to voir dire Mr. Grossman's client

as to his intentions for the Dolphin.

Mr. Riggins, please step forward.

I'm not just after gold doubloons,
admiral.

I put together lost pieces
in the puzzle of history.

And I do my work with dignity
and with respect

for those that have passed before.

Well, then maybe you can explain
why in the Florida Keys

you placed lights inside of skulls
of dead sailors.

Objection. Irrelevant.

Maybe so, but it sounds interesting.
Overruled.

Your Honour,
that was a very unusual circumstance.

We were working a Spanish galleon

and there were recreational divers
poking around.

So we put a few lights in some skulls
as sort of a no-trespassing sign.

Maybe I'll try that in my chambers.

Mr. Riggins, it may take a little while

to sort through
all the legal issues here.

Would a temporary restraining order
cause you undue hardship?

Yeah, Your Honour. Bankruptcy,
mental anguish, probably a divorce.

I have the last of my capital invested
in a ship and crew

parked over the wreck site.

And, Your Honour,
that is what this case is all about.

Making a profit off the Dolphin,
defiling the final resting place...

I am a little tired
of having the Navy wave

this desecration argument at me,
admiral.

It's more than just an argument,
Mr. Riggins.

No, it's a lie. If the Dolphin was sunk
by a Japanese fleet,

that means it saw the Japanese fleet.

And if it saw the fleet, it sent a warning
that the fleet was on its way to Hawaii.

But the Navy didn't do anything to
protect Pearl Harbor and we know why.

- Your Honour.
- Why?

Because politicians and military brass
in Washington

wanted the attack to happen.

So American public opinion
would be outraged.

So that America
would get into the war.

What's in the Dolphin can prove that.

And that's why the Navy
is jerking all these tears

about final resting places.
It's trying to cover up its own role

in the deaths of over
2000 American sailors at Pearl Harbor.

It's ludicrous, sir, that the Navy would
want to start a war with a major defeat.

I know. I know.

But some evidence has suggested
people in Washington

deliberately kept Pearl Harbor
in the dark about the impending attack.

Military people, sir?

Well, the finger's usually pointed
at President Roosevelt.

Conspiracy nuts
have had a field day with it.

Warnings supposedly lost
or delayed on purpose.

Warships warned away
from intercepting the Japanese fleet.

But, sir, a Congressional investigation
debunked those myths in 1946.

- Enter.
- Excuse me, admiral, colonel.

- Thank you, Tiner.
- Aye, sir.

It seems Judge Green
never read the Congressional report.

She's denied our application
for a restraining order.

Full arguments in two weeks,
in the meantime:

"Riggins may continue
to explore the wreck.

No destruction of property.

Anything retrieved is to be held
in the custody of the court."

- Looks like I'm taking a trip.
- Sir?

The Navy's allowed an observer
on the salvage ship.

I think I'll visit Pearl Harbor
on the way.

I have a lot of experience
with budgets.

Oh, yeah?

I've budgeted every commercial
and documentary I've ever produced.

This is a little different, Renee.

Really? Let's see.

Personnel: Same as cast.

Equipment: Props.

Audio-visual: That's special effects.

- I don't see a contingency fund.
- Contingency for what?

Contingencies.

Say I need to close a street for filming,
but I don't have time to get permits.

You schmear a cop or a councilman,
you know.

The Navy doesn't bribe people,
Renee.

Well, then how do you win
so many cases?

I was joking.

Oh, you have got to relax.

- What is it?
- It's nothing.

Oh, well, there's a sub
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean

that could solve
the mystery of Pearl Harbor,

and I'm stuck here
calculating stationery costs.

Calculating stationery costs with me.

- What?
- Well, instead of shipping off

on some rust bucket
and not showering for a week,

you're here with me.

- Doesn't that count for something?
- Of course it does.

Prove it.

Petty Officer Potts.

Potts. Potts.

- Careful.
- No pain, no gain, lieutenant.

- And no meeting, we take a beating.
- Sir?

Our meeting? The wardroom?
Sixteen-hundred?

Oh, man, sir.
I totally forgot about it.

I'm trying to get in shape for
my court-martial, you know, get buff.

Yeah, well, you workout
in a rubber suit like that,

- you'll get a heart attack.
- Well, how else am I supposed to?

Stop eating.

Sir,
that's what Colonel MacKenzie said.

Well, I stopped eating,
I lost 20 pounds.

- Wow, how did you do that, sir?
- I broke my jaw.

- Did that hurt, sir?
- Don't even think about it, Potts.

We've got a lot of work to do
on your defence, so go take a shower.

I don't know, sir.

Maybe I should have taken
that plea bargain.

No.

But, lieutenant,
even with an other-than-honourable,

- I think I'd do okay as a civilian.
- No.

They're trying to send a message.
And this case, it's bigger than you are.

Metaphorically.

Have you ever held
a Spanish doubloon, admiral?

Or touched the shackles
of a slave ship?

It's like you were there,

in lives that ended centuries before
your grandparents were even born.

Ghosts whisper their secrets to you
if you know how to listen.

Save it for the press releases,
Riggins.

I'm just trying to prepare you for what
you're about to experience, admiral.

Yeah, well, it's a damn sacrilege.
I don't care how you sugar-coat it.

Showtime.

There she is, the USS Dolphin.

Looks like it's hung up
on a seamount.

It's pretty common
in this part of the Pacific.

- How far down is she?
- About...

About 400 feet.

If she'd gone to the bottom,
she'd have been crushed immediately.

And then you and I
would have never met.

It's different than a modern sub.

It's got a V-shaped bow,
flat deck, probably made of teak.

Valuable wood.
You make key chains out of it.

- Let's not start that again.
- There.

Torpedo?

No, more likely a depth charge
or a shell from a deck gun.

It's pulling you back, isn't it, admiral?

- Are you ready to transmit?
- Yes, sir.

Send this to COMSUB-15. Urgent.
Highest priority.

Dolphin encountered
large Japanese fleet,

including flattops,
battleships and heavy cruisers.

Course 135. Speed 15.
Position 45 miles north Point Tango.

- You got that?
- Yes, sir.

- "COMSUB-15. Urgent..."
- Just send it.

Aye, aye, sir.

No matter how it ended,
I guess it wasn't pretty.

I can guarantee you that,
Mr. Riggins.

Okay, looks like we're inside now.

Looks like the crew quarters.

There's a...

Here's the conn.
It looks damn good after 59 years.

Okay. Make that ROV do its magic.

And no telling what it might find.

Behold the past, gentlemen.

Inside this safe could be the answer
to the mystery of Pearl Harbor.

No property damage, Riggins.

Anything you find goes into
the court's custody in one piece.

Well, you can hand deliver it
as soon as we take a look.

Okay.

These seals held better
than they had any right to.

It's dry as dust.

Okay.

Fourteen hundred hours, 3 May.

Contents and inventory
of the USS Dolphin lock box.

One metal flask.

Containing bourbon. Aged.

One...

One pinup girl.

And one

USS Dolphin logbook.

Okay.

"Proceed to Area K-11.
Report on all movement of shipping.

COMSUBPAC, 23 November, 1941."

Routine Op orders, position reports.

Let's see how this thing ends.

Here. Here. "5 December, 1941.

Encountered Japanese fleet.

Flattops, destroyers and heavies,
45 miles north of Point Tango.

Dispatched alert,
Code Orange to COMSUB-15.

Message sent, 1730 hours."

Message sent.

Excuse me, sir. Is that it?

- The logbook from the Dolphin?
- No, it's a copy.

- The original's with the court.
- May I?

Sure.

"24 November 1941.
Underway for Hawaiian Islands.

Minor difficulties with hydraulic system,
but nothing too serious.

We should have repairs completed
by tomorrow."

It's like opening a time capsule.

"5 December, 1941.

Encountered Japanese fleet.

Dispatched alert,
Code Orange to COMSUB-15."

They surfaced in the middle
of Admiral Yamamoto's war fleet, sir,

and somebody
had the presence of mind

to put the outgoing message
in a lock box.

The box was in the radio room.

Standard procedure
is for the radio operator

to secure all logs
in a hostile situation.

- Was the message ever received, sir?
- Well, we don't know.

It would have been picked up
at Cardinal Point Station on Oahu

at the far end of the island.

But the station was destroyed

during the attack on Pearl Harbor,
along with all of its records.

There's no historical record, sir,

of the command at Pearl Harbor
ever receiving this message.

The procedure was to forward
all flash messages

from Cardinal Point to Washington
and Washington to decide

which messages to send back
to Pearl Harbor.

You buy the conspiracy theory, sir?

That FDR knew
about the Japanese invasion

and kept quiet to get us into the war?

- The Dolphin sent a message.
- Was it received, admiral?

I don't know.

If you find out, admiral,
you're gonna rewrite history.

It won't be me, Harm.
Be those men on the sub.

- Have we got word back?
- No, sir.

It's the... The atmosphere is all screwy.
It's those sunspots.

- Keep listening.
- Aye, sir.

- We've gotta take her down, skipper.
- Not till we get confirmation.

But we...

- Chief, ready Tubes 1 and 2.
- Aye, sir.

- Ready Tubes 1 and 2.
- Ready 1 and 2, aye.

Enter.

- Excuse me, sir. There's a...
- Evening, admiral.

Holds your interest, doesn't it?

- That will be all, Tiner.
- Yes, sir.

- Game's not over yet, Riggins.
- No, it's not.

That's why I was thinking
we should work something out.

- Not interested.
- Really?

That's a pretty hard line to take

seeing as how my case
is already half proved.

The contents of the log
are not relevant

to the ownership of the Dolphin.

Yeah, Judge Green might agree
with that, or she might not.

Either way, you're gonna help me
dig up the truth.

- I am?
- Yeah. You're hooked.

I know the look, admiral.

You need to know what happened
to that message.

Petty Officer Roland Potts
is in my 0600 P.T. Class.

I call it the sunrise service.

They run till they drop, puke, or pray,
ma'am.

And which one
did Petty Officer Potts do?

I don't know, ma'am.
He never showed up.

He had a buddy sign in for him.

I caught him in his rack one morning
and dragged him out onto the deck.

And when you got him there,
Chief Mueller?

Ma'am, he couldn't do a pull-up
to save his life.

I couldn't tell if he did a pushup

because his belly
was bigger than his reach.

Plus he was all jittery,
probably from the speed.

Move to strike. That's an opinion.

Overruled. The government's
toxicology report is in evidence.

Thank you, Your Honour.
No further questions.

Chief, has anyone ever won a war
doing pushups?

Physical fitness is essential
for fighting men and women.

Really? What's the Lynx?

A weapons system of some kind.

In fact, it's the integrated fire control
system aboard the McLaren, isn't it?

- If you say so, sir.
- Can you operate the Lynx?

- That's not my job, sir.
- No, but it is Petty Officer Potts' job.

Are you aware
that he received a commendation

for redesigning
the target-acquisition software

and upgrading the user interface?

No, sir, I am not aware of that.

Are you aware that the main
physical requirement of his job

is to sit in a chair and operate
a $50-million weapon system,

and that his commanding officer
has expressed the opinion

that he doesn't care about Potts' size
as long as he doesn't break the chair?

Objection, counsel is presenting
evidence, hearsay at best.

Sustained.

No further questions.

How much longer
do you wanna look, sir?

I'm not even sure
we have this stuff here.

I spoke to the archivist
who retired four years ago.

He said this was the place,
staff sergeant.

War Department? Pacific Desk?

All incoming communications,
December the 5th, 1941.

Did the old guy say
where it would be, sir?

Probably between November
and January.

Like, right about...

Bingo. Here, I'll take that one.

You know, I think somebody else
was asking about this, sir.

Communications log.

"Message traffic from Cardinal Point.
Midway, Wake, the Philippines."

Boy, it did get heavy in December.

"December 4, morning.
December 4, afternoon.

December 5."

It skips from 1600 to 2200.
No messages for six hours?

Can I see that, sir?

This page has been cut out.
Close along the binding.

Smooth.
Like it was sliced with a razor.

You know who could have done this,
staff sergeant?

Me, sir? No, sir. But that is the book
that that civilian filed a request for.

One of those
Freedom of Information deals.

Oh, man, I never thought I'd find it.

I'm sure he'll appreciate
your hard work.

Excuse us a minute, staff sergeant.

Sir, when Riggins sees that log...

He'll scream "cover-up" and
"conspiracy" from the mountaintops.

That page could have been cut out
last week, sir, or 50 years ago.

Yeah.

Cardinal Point Station was destroyed,
but not everyone that worked there.

- Can you get me a personnel list?
- December 1941, sir? Not a problem.

Thank you, staff sergeant.

Can you tell us how you came
to receive your commendation?

Off duty, I fooled around
designing computer games, sir.

I was working on this one I call
Combat Fleet,

and I came up with an algorithm

that I thought could help
the Lynx fire control system.

You know, sir,
make it a little less kludgy.

Then, why were you ordered
mandatory P. T?

I failed my Physical Readiness Test,

- and my BMI was too high.
- Your BMI?

Body Mass Index is when you take
your weight times 705,

and then divide it
by the square of your height in inches.

If your BMI is over 25,
the Navy considers you unfit.

What's your BMI?

Thirty-three, sir.

What if you were 6'2", 185 pounds?

- I wish, sir.
- We all do.

What would your BMI be then?
And do you need a calculator?

No, I'm pretty good at math.

A hundred-and-eighty-five times 705
would be 130,425, divided by 5476,

that's the square of 74, sir.

The BMI would be 23 and change, sir.
Pretty much the perfect body.

But would that perfect body
be able to do the math?

- Your Honour.
- Question withdrawn.

Nothing further.

If you love the Navy so much, why not
just lose the weight and get in shape?

I tried, ma'am. I really did.

You didn't try hard enough
to get up for P.T.

The Chub Club, ma'am?

It reminded me of the high school gym.
It brought back some bad memories.

So instead you took amphetamines?

I only did it
because I didn't wanna be discharged.

Has it ever occurred to you,
petty officer,

that your love for the Navy

seems to be outweighed
by an utter lack of military discipline?

Commander.

Oh, the Hill must not be as rough
as it used to be.

- I don't see any wounds.
- Nothing worthy of a Purple Heart, sir.

And the budget,
did you get that 4.3 percent increase?

- No, sir.
- Well, what the hell happened?

Well, sir,
Renee made a few suggestions.

- Renee?
- Yes, sir.

And I recommended
that we add an inflation factor,

contingency fund
and a travel allowance.

And the Committee will support
an 8.1 percent increase, admiral.

Nicely done, commander.

Well, from now on, you'll handle
our budget request every year.

Excuse me, admiral.
You'll wanna see this.

The Cardinal Point Station
list of personnel, sir.

From the records centre
in Saint Louis.

Most of those men
have gotta be dead by now, sir.

Most,

but not all.

You knew about the message, Matt.
You were there.

I guess I knew you'd find out, A.J.,
you were always thorough.

You were a radioman
before you were a submariner, Matt.

You were assigned
to Cardinal Point Station.

It had a lovely view.
On a clear day, you could see Molokai.

On Pearl Harbor Day,
we could see the Zeroes 3 miles out

heading to make their turn
on Kahuku Point.

Of course, I was a little surprised
that our fleet was still at anchor,

as I'd received the Dolphin's message
and I sent it on to Washington.

- Well, why didn't you tell anybody?
- Tell what?

One message of thousands
got lost in a government bureaucracy?

And who was I gonna tell?

There weren't a lot of reporters
running around looking for scandal.

They had other things on their minds.
So did I. Stay alive. Win the war.

By the time it all ended,

I wasn't even sure
I'd ever seen a message.

I'd just seen so much else.

But you got involved in this case.

To protect those dead submariners
because I knew what they did,

not to protect anyone else.

Don't you wanna know
what happened?

I know what happened.
We won the war.

That not good enough for you?

No, it's not.

The message was sent to the
Pacific Desk of the War Department.

I've gotta ask you a question.

There is a page missing
from the Washington COM log.

I don't know anything about that, A.J.

All I know is if I sent the message,
they got it.

- What did they do with it?
- Well, obviously not enough.

It was Code Orange.

Should have been sent up
to the Secretary of War.

Sent by whom? Who would have been
the first to handle it?

Well, there was
a deputy undersecretary there

by the name of Malory or Malone.
Maybe it was Malloy.

The evidence is undisputed.

Petty Officer Roland Potts
violated a lawful order

to attend
mandatory physical training.

In a misguided effort
to lose weight an easier way,

he compounded the infraction
by unlawfully taking amphetamines.

Now, it's natural
to sympathise with someone

who would otherwise seem
to be an excellent sailor,

highly competent in his duties.

But sympathy can play no role
in your verdict.

On the evidence submitted,

the defendant must be found guilty
on all charges.

Lardass, jelly-belly, tub-o'-guts,
bubble butt, butterball.

Petty Officer Potts has been called
all of those names and more.

He knows what it feels like
to be humiliated, rejected.

He knows what it feels like
to not fit in.

But then he joined the Navy
and it changed his life.

Petty Officer Potts
is incredibly good at what he does.

And his only crime is that he
would do anything to stay in the Navy.

I'm gonna talk to him
in just a minute.

- Shouldn't they be back by now?
- Just try to relax, Roland.

Why don't you try to relax, Bud?

I know he's a good kid
and you wanna win...

I know that, ma'am. It's just...

It's the names.
You know, bubble butt, jelly-belly.

- When I was 14, that was me.
- It's not anymore, Bud.

Inside, ma'am,
it's always who you are.

Colonel, isn't there anything I could do
to stay in the Navy?

Why would you want to?
Josh Kaplan, executive recruiter.

Mr. Potts, how would you like
to be senior software engineer

for Astrosplash. Com?

Not so fast.
Gary Jamirro, Flashpan Gaming.

We have a software designer position
that I think that you...

I'm talking 100,000 a year plus...

A hundred and twenty
plus stock options.

- Yeah, great.
- You want stock options?

Forty percent of our employees
are already millionaires.

Access to our corporate beach condo,
a golf club membership...

I just wanna stay in the Navy.

Ma'am?

Well, how about 20,000 a year

and you forfeit 30 days' pay
as penalty?

Cramped quarters, to which
you're restricted for two weeks.

Mandatory physical training,
a regulated diet, bi-weekly drug tests,

and you may end up in combat.

Do you mean it, colonel?

Should we tell the judge
that we've reached an agreement?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, you again. You still tracking down
ancient history?

War Department, 5 December, 1941.

Records for Deputy Undersecretary
Malloy or Malory or Malone,

- maybe Murphy.
- How about Howdy Doody?

We might find his stuff in here
if we look around for 30 or 40 years.

Really? Then we'd better get started.

We've listened to the voices,
Your Honour.

The ghosts of 60 martyred
submariners call out to us.

With their last breath, they warned
of the attack at Pearl Harbor.

But someone destroyed the evidence
as to what happened to their message.

What is the Navy hiding?

And what other secrets
still lie buried?

Your Honour, I resent any implication
the Navy is involved in a cover-up.

We too are trying to discover the fate
of the Dolphin's message.

But, Your Honour,

that has absolutely nothing to do
with the issue before this court.

I have read the cases
cited in your brief, admiral.

And they do support the proposition

that the Navy owns its warships
in perpetuity,

whether they're sailing the high seas
or embedded in the ocean bottom.

But those cases deal with ownership
of rusty cannons and barnacled hulls

not historical truth.

- Your Honour, it's the law.
- I am the law.

Until the appeals court
tells me I'm wrong.

I don't know what's buried
with the Dolphin,

but we're going to find out.

The government's request
for an injunction is denied.

Mr. Riggins' salvage claim is upheld.

Thanks.

I'll treat it with respect, admiral.

If you had any respect,
you wouldn't treat it at all.

Hey, Riggins, listen to those ghosts.

What are they saying to you now?

Thirty-One-Knot Burke.
Admiral, war hero.

Never let the Navy down.

Neither did you, sir.
You'll win the appeal.

Meantime,
that bottom-feeding fortune hunter

rummages through the skeleton
of the Dolphin.

Enter.

Beg your pardon, admiral.
Commander.

I thought you'd wanna see this.

From the files of Deputy
Undersecretary of War, Maxwell.

Dated 5 December, 1941.

It was found in a folder concerning
the defence of the Panama Canal, sir.

"USS Dolphin. Urgent.
Highest priority. Flash message."

- It was misfiled.
- By civilians, admiral. Not the Navy.

Maybe it was misfiled
on purpose, sir.

Well, how do you know?
I mean, how can you prove it?

Somebody did razor out a page
of a communications log, sir.

What, to cover-up a crime, or to
cover-up bureaucratic carelessness

that conspiracy freaks
would take as a crime.

May I see it, sir?

"The USS Dolphin
encountered large Japanese fleet,

including flattops,
battleships and heavy cruisers.

Course 135. Speed 15.
Position 45..."

- Range?
- Mark 1500.

We got through, skipper.
Pearl confirmed.

The fish in Tubes 1 and 2
are ready, sir.

Japanese destroyer,
angle on the bow, zero.

- Bearing mark.
- Three-zero-zero.

- Range mark.
- Eleven hundred yards.

- Prepare to fire.
- Aye, sir.

- Fire 1.
- Fire 1.

- Fire 2.
- Fire 2, aye.

And so we pay tribute
to the brave men

who helped us rule the seas
during the Second World War.

Those who returned home
to make our nation a better place.

And those, like the silent warriors
of the USS Dolphin,

who remain on eternal patrol.

Submariners, I salute you.

A long way from home, admiral.

- Come to gloat?
- I wanted to pay my respects.

I'm pulling my flag
off the Dolphin site.

I'm turning the logbook over
to the Smithsonian.

You have a heart transplant?

I listened to the ghosts.
And to you, sir.

Message received.