Gray Lady Down
- PG
- Year:
- 1978
- 111 min
- 145 Views
Steady two seven zero.
Steady two seven zero.
Aye, sir.
- All ahead two thirds.
- All ahead two thirds.
Aye, sir.
- Sonar Con, make a sweep around.
Report all contacts.
- Make sweep around.
Report all contacts.
Sonar on.
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,
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,
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.
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.
I've come around to three one five.
- That ought to take
us well astern of him.
Range?
- Radar, Bridge.
Range to Contact Alpha.
- Kind of ship
out there doesn't know
the rules of the road?
- Bridge, Radar.
Range, 1,000 yards and closing.
- Captain, he's--
- I know.
Helm, Bridge.
Right full rudder, all ahead full.
Sound the danger signal.
- Aye, Captain.
- Captain!
- Jesus Christ, he's on top of us!
- All ahead flank!
- Captain!
- Hit the collision alarm!
Collision imminent!
Collision imminent!
Oh, Jesus!
- All stations, this is Neptune!
Neptune!
- Secure that door!
- There are men back there!
- Secure it!
- Get out of there!
Get out!
- All stations, this is Neptune,
Neptune! We're hit!
- 40 degree up bubble, sir.
- Depth, one zero zero.
- I need propulsion!
- We have none, sir.
- Engine Room, Con.
- Depth, one one zero.
- Main Control, Con.
- One two zero.
And one three zero feet.
- Engine Room, Con.
- Depth, one four zero.
- Can you hear me?
And one five zero.
- Main Control, Con.
Can you hear me?
- One six zero feet.
And one seven zero.
- Engine Room, Con.
- Depth, one eight zero.
One nine zero.
Engine Room, Con.
- Two zero--
- Engine Room, Con.
Can you hear me?
Engine Room, Con.
Can you hear me?
Engine Room, Con.
Main Engine Room, Con.
Main Engine Room, Con.
- Please get me a damage
report from the engine room!
- Trying, sir, no answer.
Main Engine Room, Con.
Can you hear me?
Main Engine Room, acknowledge.
- Two seven zero feet.
- Blow main ballast tanks.
Blow safeties.
Blow auxiliaries.
- Full dive on bow planes.
Try to get her leveled off.
- Full dive on bow planes.
Aye, sir.
- We're slipping back, sir.
- 50 degree up bubble.
Can't control our depth, sir.
- Secure blowing, and kill that horn.
- Blowing secured.
- What's the depth under us?
- 2,000 feet, with drop-offs down to--
- Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
- Harris!
- We crush at 1,200 goddamn feet.
- Stow that crap, sailor, now!
- Depth, eight zero zero.
- Did we get off a radio signal?
- We tried to, sir, but we
may have been too far under.
- Fathometer's reading
a ledge or something.
- How deep?
- I can't tell, sir.
We're sinking too fast.
- 1,300 feet!
- We're going to hit it.
- We're gonna bottom out.
Grab something and hold on.
- She's holding.
She's holding!
- Are we gonna crush, sir?
- I guess not.
1,450 feet.
They really built this baby.
- Thank God.
- God and General Dynamics.
High pressure air system holding?
- Air holding, sir.
- Have Engineering check it,
and put a watch on it.
- Yes, sir.
- I gotta find out
how bad we're hurt.
- Sir!
- Get him up forward.
Visual check on that, Chief.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Get Doc in here.
- He was aft, sir, along
with Kelly, Frazier--
- All right.
Get Page then. Anybody.
We got people hurt in here.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- This is the captain.
We're bottomed out on a
shelf here at 1,450 feet.
Looks like we're hurt pretty
bad, but our hull is holding.
The reactor's shut down.
Our engine spaces may be flooded,
most systems, including air.
Whoever hit us must have radioed,
so by this time, Norfolk
has to know what's happened.
Help's probably already on the way.
So, what we do is sit tight
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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