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.

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.

Contact Alpha has turned to

new heading one three five.

- 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.

- Blowing all ballast tanks.

- 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,

but we have battery power for

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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