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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 going do that.

Nobody is.

Let's get it
to periscope depth, Chief.

Come up to periscope depth,
aye, sir.

Scope's awash.

Now, you want to talk hitters?

You should've seen
Roger Hornsb...

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 till they pass.

It's too late, X.O.
We're spotted.

-X.O.: Crash dive, sir?
-Negative.

We've got to get word to Pearl.

[opening theme music playing]

It's a submarine, sir--
an old submarine.

The first thing you heard
was the hull collapsing.

[explosive crashing, trilling]

Well, what was
that other noise?

Sunken vessels
make that noise

when they split
in half, sir.

Huh. You think that this is
the USS
Dolphin,
huh?

Yes, sir.

It departed Midway Island

on November 21, 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 5, 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.

CHEGWIDDEN:
It's big news, all right,

and somebody's 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 asked Admiral Stanton
to represent

the submarine community's
interest in the case.

I 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 artifacts

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 going to do.

You, sir?

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.

[bells tolling]

Thank you, A.J.

I appreciate it.

I'm sure those boys
on the
Dolphin
will, too.

Sir.

Matthew.

Sir, if there's any way
I can aid in...

Well, as a matter of fact,
Commander, 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% increase.

Admiral, I hardly
distinguished myself

the last time I entered
into that arena, sir.

Ah, 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--
G-Gunnery Sergeant.

Could you tell me where
Lieutenant Colonel
MacKenzie's office is?

She's over there
in the corner.

Thanks...

Gunnery Sergeant.

-[knock on door]
-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.

ROBERTS:
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.

But that's not going to cut it,
Petty Officer.

Any deal we make has to include

an other-than-honorable
discharge.

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

I-I-I love the Navy.

Then why didn't you
get into shape

before you were assigned
mandatory PT?

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's 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,
Lieutenant;

he chose himself when he broke

half a dozen articles
and regulations.

So
you
say, ma'am.

Lieutenant, I'd say
it's fairly obvious.

MAN:
I've salvaged Spanish galleons
in the Caribbean

and gold rush paddlewheelers
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...

Morning, Admiral.

I'm Stuart Grossman.

I'm Jack Riggins' attorney.

A.J. Chegwidden.

The astronomers
study the stars.

I study the ocean floor.

And 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.

Judges down here are
a little... different.

WOMAN:
"United States of America,

all 50 of them,

v. Castaway Salvage,
Incorporated

and Jack Riggins,
individually,

petition for temporary
restraining order."

Who speaks
for the government?

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

Navy Judge
Advocate General

appointed by the Justice
Department as Special Assistant

United States Attorney
for this matter.

Got the big guns, huh?

Where's this
court's authority

to adjudicate
conflicting claims

over vessels sunk
in international waters?

Steinmetz
and
USS Hatteras,
Your Honor.

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 Honor,
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.

But, Your Honor, abandonment
is hardly the issue here.

The Navy only recently
found the
Dolphin.

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.

CHEGWIDDEN:
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.

RIGGINS:
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.
-Hmm.

Well, then,
maybe you can explain

why, in the Florida Keys,
you placed lights

inside the skulls
of dead sailors?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Maybe so,
but it sounds interesting.

Uh, overruled.

Your Honor, that was
a very unusual circumstance.

We were working
a Spanish galleon

and there were
recreational divers

poking around at night.

So, we put a few lights
in some skulls

as sort of a...
"no trespassing" sign.

Maybe I'll try that
in my chambers.

[scattered chuckles]

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?

Uh, yeah, Your Honor--

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 Honor, 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,
you better be damn sure

it sent a warning the fleet
was on its way to Hawaii.

But the Navy didn't do anything
to protect Pearl Harbor,

-and we know why that was.
-Your Honor...!

-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 2,000 American sailors

at Pearl Harbor.

MacKENZIE:
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
is 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.

[knocking on door]

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.

Meantime, Riggins may continue
to explore the wreck.

No destruction of property.
Anything retrieved
is to be held

in custody
of the court.

Looks like I'm taking a trip.

-Sir?
-Navy's allowed an observer

on the salvage ship.

Think I'll visit Pearl Harbor
on the way.

RENEE:
I have a lot of experience
with budgets.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm. I've budgeted
every commercial

and documentary
I've ever produced.

Uh, this is
a little different, Renee.

Really?

Let's see.

"Personnel"--

same as cast;

"equipment"-- props;

"audiovisual"--
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?

[laughing]

I was joking.

Oh, you have got to relax.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Oh, well, there...
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.

[sighs]

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.

Yeah? Prove it.

Petty Officer Potts?

Potts.

Potts!

Whoa! Whoa!

Careful.

[pants]:
No pain, no gain,
Lieutenant.

And "no meeting,
we take a beating."

-Sir?
-Our meeting?

The wardroom? 1600?

Oh, man, sir!

I... I totally
forgot about it.

I'm trying to get in shape
for my court-martial.

You know, get buff.

You work out
in a rubber suit like that

you'll get a heart attack.

How else am I
supposed to...?

Stop eating.

Sir, that's what
Colonel MacKenzie said.

I
stopped eating.

I lost 20 pounds.

Wow! How did you
do that, sir?

I broke my jaw.

Oh. Did that hurt, sir?

Don't even think
about it, Potts.

We got a lot of work
to do on your defense,

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-honorable,"

I think I'd do okay
as a civilian.

No. They're trying
to send a message.

And this case, it's...
it's bigger that you are.

Metaphorically.

RIGGINS:
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 sugarcoat it.

Showtime!

RIGGINS:
There she is--
the USS
Dolphin.

Looks like it's hung up
on a sea mount.

That's pretty common

in this part
of the Pacific.

How far down is she?

About, um...

about 400 feet.

If she had gone
all the way to the bottom,

she'd have been crushed
immediately.

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 can
make keychains out of it.

Let's not start that again.

There!

RIGGINS:
Torpedo?

CHEGWIDDEN:
No. More likely
a depth charge

or a shell
from a deck gun.

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

-You ready to transmit?
-Yes, sir.

Send this to Com-Sub-15. Urgent.

Highest priority.

Dolphin
encountered
large Japanese fleet

including flattops, battleships
and heavy cruisers.

Course: 1-3-5.

Speed: 1-5.

Position: 45 miles
north of Point Tango.

-You got that?
-Yes, sir.

"Com-Sub-15. Urgent."

Just send it.

Aye, aye, sir.

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

I can guarantee you that,
Mr. Riggins.

RIGGINS:
Okay, looks like
we're inside now.

Looks like the... crew quarters.

There's, uh...

There's the conn...

Looks damn good after 59 years.

Okay.

Make that ROV
do its magic.

No telling what it might find.

RIGGINS:
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
to the court's custody

in one piece.

Well, you can
hand deliver it

soon as we take a look.

[sighs]:
Okay.

[grunts]

These seals held better
than they had any right to.

[metallic clank]

[grunts]

It's dry as dust.

Okay.

1400 hours, 3 May.

Contents and inventory
of the USS
Dolphin
lockbox.

One metal flask...

...containing bourbon.

Aged.

[chuckling]

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, uh...
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 Com-Sub-15.

Message sent, 1730 hours."

"Message sent."

Excuse me, sir.

Is that it?
The logbook
from the
Dolphin?

Uh, no, it's um... 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 Com-Sub-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 lockbox.

The box was
in the radio room.

Standard procedure
was for the radio operator

to secure all logs
in a hostile situation.

Was the message
ever received, sir?

Well, we don't know.

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,

are you going
to rewrite history?

It wouldn't be me, Harm.

Be those men on the sub.

Have you got word back?

No, sir. It's the...
the atmosphere is all screwy.

It's those sunspots.

Keep listening.

Aye, sir.

We've got to take her down,
Skipper.

Not till we get confirmation.

But we...

Chief...

ready tubes one and two.

Aye, sir.

Ready tubes one and two.

[over radio]:
Ready one and two, aye.

[knock on door]

Enter.

Excuse me, sir.
There's a...

Good evening, Admiral.

Holds your interest, doesn't it?

That'll 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 going to 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.

CHIEF MUELLER:
Petty Officer Roland Potts

is in my 0600 PT 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 on 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 push-up

because his belly was
bigger than his reach.

Plus, he was all jittery,

probably from the speed.

ROBERTS:
Move to strike.

That's an opinion.

Overruled.

Government's toxicology report
is in evidence.

Thank you,
Your Honor.

No further questions.

ROBERTS:
Chief, has anyone ever won a war
doing push-ups?

Physical fitness is essential
for fighting men... and women.

ROBERTS:
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?

It's not my job, sir.

No, but it is
Petty Officer Potts's 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 weapons system,

and that his commanding officer
has expressed the opinion

that he doesn't care
about Petty Officer Potts's size

as long as
he doesn't break the chair?

Objection.

Counsel is presenting evidence,
hearsay at best.

Sustained.

No further questions.

STAFF SERGEANT:
How much longer
do you want to 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 5, 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 someone else

was asking
about this, sir.

Communications log.

Huh.

Message traffic
from Cardinal Point,

Midway, Wake,
the Philippines.

Boy, it did get heavy
in December.

December 4, morning.

December 4, afternoon.

December 5...

Huh.

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

under 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.

The 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 fool 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 PT?

Uh... I failed
my physical readiness test,

and my BMI was too high.

Your BMI?

Body-mass index.

It's 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?

[scoffs]

Thirty-three, sir.

What if you were...

six foot two, 185 pounds?

[chuckles]

I wish, sir.

We all do.

What would your BMI be, then?

You need a calculator?

Uh, no...

I'm-I'm pretty good at math.

Uh...

Hundred and eighty-five times
705 would be...

Hundred and thirty thousand,
four hundred and twenty-five

divided by 5,476--

that's the square
of 74, sir--

the BMI would be...

Twenty-three and change, sir.

Pretty much the perfect body.

Yeah, but would
that perfect body
be able to do the math?

Your Honor...

ROBERTS:
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 early for PT.

The "chub club," ma'am.

It reminded me
of the high school gym,

you know, brought back
some bad memories.

So, instead you...
you took amphetamines?

I only did it because
I didn't want to 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!

Well, 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
the 4.3% increase?

No, sir.

Well, what the hell happened?

Well, sir, Renee made
a few suggestions and...

-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% increase, Admiral.

Nicely done, Commander.

Huh!

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

Excuse me, Admiral.

You'll want to see this.

The Cardinal Point station
list of personnel, sir.

From the records center
in St. Louis.

Most of those men have got
to 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
three miles out

heading to make
their turn on Kahuka Point.

Of course,
I was a little surprised

that our fleet
was still at anchor

since 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?

I mean, who was
I going to tell?

There weren't
a lot of reporters

running around
looking for a 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 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 want
to 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 got to ask you
a question.

There is a page missing

from the Washington
comm 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.

It 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, um...
Mallory or... Malone.

Maybe it was... Malloy.

MacKENZIE:
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 sympathize 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.

Lard ass.

Jelly belly.

Tub of 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 going to 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 want to 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.

POTTS:
Colonel... isn't there

anything I could do
to stay in the Navy?

MAN:
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 Jimirro,
Flashpan Gaming.

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

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

Hundred twenty thousand plus
stock options.

Um, yeah, great...

KAPLAN:
You want stock options?

Forty percent of our employees

are already millionaires.

Access to our
corporate beach condo,

a golf club membership...

I just want to stay in the Navy.

Ma'am?

Uh...

Uh, 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,

biweekly 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 Mallory 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 better
get started.

GROSSMAN:
We've listened to the voices,
Your Honor.

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 Honor,
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 Honor, that has
absolutely nothing to do

with the issue
before this court.

GREEN:
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 Honor, it... 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.

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?

CHEGWIDDEN:
"31-Knot" Burke.

Admiral, war hero,
never let the Navy down.

RABB:
Neither did you, sir.

You'll win the appeal.

In the meantime, that
bottom-feeding fortune hunter

rummages through
the skeleton of the
Dolphin...

[knocking on door]

Enter.

I beg your pardon, Admiral,
Commander...

I thought you'd want
to see this.

From the files

of Deputy Undersecretary
of War Maxwell.

Dated 5 December, 1941.

It was found in a folder

concerning the defense
of the Panama Canal, sir.

"USS
Dolphin.
Urgent.

Highest priority
flash message."

[quietly]:
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 a large
Japanese fleet

including flattops

battleships and
heavy cruisers.

Course: 1-3-5
Speed: 1-5.

Position: 45 miles
north of Point Tango."

-Range?
-Mark 1-5-0-0.

We got through, Skipper!
Pearl confirmed!

The fish in tubes one
and two are ready, sir.

Japanese destroyer,
angle on the bow, zero.

Bearing mark.

3-0-0.

NIELSEN:
Range mark...

1,100 yards.

[gunfire]

Prepare to fire.

MAN: Aye, sir.

Fire one.

-Fire two.
-MAN: Fire two.

...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.

Long way from home, Admiral.

Come to gloat?

I wanted to pay
my respects.

I'm pulling my flag
off the
Dolphin
site.

Turning the logbook
over to the Smithsonian.

You have a heart transplant?

[chuckling]

I listened to the ghosts...

and to you... sir.

[chuckles softly]

Message received.

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