Men of Honor Page #5

Hey, it's another

ten bucks right here!

Sunday, do it!

Three minutes, ten seconds!

Come on.

- Four minutes!

- Four minutes! Four!

- Stop it!

- No.

- Chief.

- Stop it! Stop!

Rourke, stop it!

Carl, you-you okay?

Carl?

- Carl?

- Chief Sunday, you all right?

- Hold it!

- You all right, Chief Sunday?

- I'm okay.

- Hold him up.

- I got it.

- Hold it!

- He's all right.

- Come on!

Come on, hold him up!

Let's go!

She tried to drive off the pier

like a crazy woman!

- Get her outta the car!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, hey.

- You know,

today's my wedding anniversary.

You're gonna be all right.

Come on, move, move.

Come on, babe.

- No, not you, Billy!

- Come on, baby, come on.

Bastard!

Come on, baby. Come on.

- Come on, baby, let's go home.

- Yeah?

- Come on.

- Yeah?

Go on home now. Nothin' to see here.

Jo.

Jo!

I can't do this, Carl.

I can't live this life again.

I pulled my father out of

more Navy bars than I care to count.

-Jo, you don't know

what happened tonight.

- Oh, but I do.

I passed my finals.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,Jo.

The point is, I'm gonna be

starting my internship at Bellevue.

- It's gonna be crazy hours.

I won't have time to see you.

- I made a mistake.

- It won't happen again.

- Oh, yes, it will.

You wanted to fight that man.

You were just waiting for the moment.

Don't you see...

I'm not like you?

The things I want--

The things I want

are smaller.

If I just work hard

and keep my head down--

Your whole life

will pass you by.

Carl, most of what's

in those diving books...

you know better than,

than me.

You don't need me anymore.

You don't need anyone.

I love you.

Jo!

Jo! Jo!

- Jo! Hey,Jo!

- What?

Jo! Marry me!

He wants to know

if you'll marry him.

Come in.

Come in.

Watch the door, Chief.

Try not to touch anything.

Did you know

that ordinary house dust...

is composed primarily

of human skin?

No, sir,

I didn't know that.

Makes you think twice

about who you invite into your home.

Two table spoons

of machine oil...

can contaminate...

an entire ship's

fresh water supply.

Some things just don't mix.

Do they, Chief?

He's gonna pass.

Yesterday, he scored

a 94 onhis final.

Sir, he don't have to be

that fast tomorrow.

All he's got to do

is complete the exercise.

Billy...

there may come a day when a colored

diver graduates from this school,

but it won't be tomorrow

or as long as I'm here.

You agree with me,

of course.

- Don't you, Chief?

- Yes, sir.

Baseball season's

over, cookie.

I figured Rourke.

I never even let myself think--

- Why not?

- 'Cause I saw your last dive.

You want to know what I am?

I'm the sorry son a b*tch put here...

to get through your thick f***ing skull

that some things do not change.

- I deserve to pass.

- Since when does deserving

mean anything?

They ain't gonna have

a colored diver.

'Cause no matter what you do, in their

eyes, you'll never be as good as them.

- So, deserving or otherwise,

you're failing.

- No, you are.

You think

I owe you somethin'?

I don't owe you

a goddamn f***ing thing.

You or anybody else. You got f***ed,

cookie. Happens to the best of us.

You were right, Chief.

Youand I have nothing in common.

I may be some dirt dumb n*gger

from Podunk, but at least

I'm making something of myself.

You, you're the same hateful,

little man you started out as.

Without diving,

you're nothing...

but a lost, broke-down son of a b*tch

who used to be something.

Hey!

What did he say to you

to make you try so hard?

" Be the best."

Well, you are.

Just don't show up tomorrow.

Pappy ain't gonna let you pass.

What about you, Chief?

Today will decide

which of you will become Navy Divers.

The object of this test is to correctly

assemble this flange underwater.

The pieces required for assembly

await you on the river bottom.

Once you have located your project

flange, you will call for your tools.

They will be lowered to you.

You will be timed on your effort

and will accrue points

for a speedy completion.

However, we'll keep pumping

air down to you for as long

as you can stand the cold.

So take your time

and get it right.

If you do not complete the flange,

you have just wasted

six months of your lives.

Divers, square yourselves away

and approach the rail.

Topside, I have located

my work light.

Topside, Blue Diver.

I have located my project

and am requesting my toolbag.

Topside, this is Red Diver.

I have located my project flange.

- Requesting my tool bag.

- Tenders, lower your tool bags.

Topside, Blue Diver.

I'm still waiting on my tool bag.

Blue Diver, your tool bag

is on the river bottom.

Chief, start the project time

on all divers.

Machinist Mate Rourke,

one hour, thirty-seven minutes.

Perfect assembly.

Survey or Second Class Yarmouth,

two hours, nineteen minutes.

Perfect assembly.

I never thought

I'd live to see it.

Four hours and nine minutes. Better

late than never, Engineman Crofoot.

Perfect assembly.

How's the water down there?

It's colder than

a well digger's ass, Master Chief.

Take it inside.

What do you mean,

he's still not up?

Excuse me.

Dive station,

Master Diver speaking.

Chief Sunday, we have every cook

and shine boy in this camp...

thinking they'll be next

to try a stunt like this.

So you listen up.

Don't bring him up

till he stops moving.

He's near dead now, sir.

Not till he stops moving,

Chief.

Give it up, cookie.

You go into shock down there,

you might not wake up.

Come on, now.

This ain't worth dyin' for.

M-My name is...

Bosun's Mate Second Class...

C-C-Carl Brashear.

I am a Navy Diver.

Bring him up.

Bring him up!

- I got him.

- We're bringing him home.

Sailor,

disregard that order!

Sailor! Sailor!

Chief Sunday,

effective immediately,

I am relieving you

of your duties!

Do you hear me, Chief?

Hold the line.

Hold that line.

Come on, Brashear.

You're almost there.

Just a few more steps.

Come on, we'll help you.

A little more.

That's it.

Open it up.

Bosun's Mate Second Class

Carl Brashear,

nine hours,

thirty-one minutes.

Perfect assembly.

Get him inside.

Help him out!

Carl, d-d-did y-y-you h-hear--

-Slow down, Snowhill.

-They put me back in the diving program.

- I start training next week.

- Congratulations.

Thanks, Carl.

Hey, I almost forgot.

Y-Y-You hear about Sunday?

- No.

- M-Mr. Pappy blew a gasket

when the son of a b*tch passed you.

He b-busted him down ashred

and shipped him out.

I guess that f***er

got his in the end, huh?

I guess he did.

Guess he did.

Will you still say

I love you, dear--

From the gentleman.

- You hate champagne.

- You got a diving assignment.

Brooklyn Navy Yard.

Stand by diver.

Brooklyn? Brooklyn!

Oh, baby, we can have dinner

like an old married couple.

Oh, well, baby,

I didn't take the job.

We've been waiting three years

for that slot to open up.

Jo, I don't move up

in rank unless I dive.

And I'll never make Master as a stand by

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