Men Of Honor Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Men Of Honor Script



[ Waves Crashing ]



[TVNewscaster] Thirtysix

hours ago, anAmerican B-52  bomber...




the MediterraneanSea.



Moments before impact,

the bomber's crew...



jettisoned a   36-megaton




Thebomb, capable ofleveling

amajorcity, has beenlostatsea.



Underwayat this houris thegreatest

navalsearch in humanhistory.



Whatdoyou think, Sunday ?

Itshouldbeyouout there.



Why not ? I'm the best

goddamn diver in the whole U.S. Navy.



[ Laughing ] Well, you ain't in

the Navy. You are a damn deserter.



[ Laughing ] Well, you ain't in

the Navy. You are a damn deserter.




- [ Laughing ]



Twentyyears ago, aman'dgo

onabenderlike that,



they'd pin a medal on his chest

and take him downtown for a blowjob.



[ Laughing Continues ]



Instead, yougotyourass

kickedbya couple ofMarines.



- [News Reporter] On little

sleep andin freezing water.

- Ornery son ofa bitch.



-These unsung heroes ofthe deep

don unwieldy   -poundsuits.

-Friend ofyours ?



Well, it looks like Chiefhere

is a goddamn nigger lover.



- [ Laughing ]

- [ Grunting ]



All right, asshole. Nowyou're gonna

start addressing me as Master Chief...



or I'm gonna snapyour goddamn

wrist, doyou read me ?



You ain't a Master Chief

no more.



You triflin' me, motherfucker ?

You triflin' me, motherfucker ?



- Sorry, MasterChief!

- Thankyou !



- [ Groaning ]

- Plumbing themosthostile,

unforgiving environment...



- Carl.

- is all in a day's work.



And yet, even as Navy ships--



[Bell Ringing]



[Woman KnockingAtDoor]

Come on, Carl.



Turn offDaddy's radio

andgetready forschool.




Chattering, Indistinct]



[Mule Braying]



- [Braying Continues]

- Whoa,John.



Come on there.

Get a hold,John.



- Get a hold,John.

- [ Snorting ]



Come on. Come on.

Get up there,Jane.



Come on. Come on.

Good girl.









Come here.



Best come in now.



I told Doc Maddox I'd be done

by Friday, and I will.



- Daddy, you actin' like--

- This was my farm ?



No, son. No matter how hard I work,

I ain't ever gonna own this land.



I heard you and Mama talkin'.



You gonna lose the farm

ifthis wheat ain't in on time.



DocMaddox is gonnabring in another

family, where thekids work too.



Ho !



My kids go to school.



Now, go on 'foreyou're late.



I'm not going to school, Daddy.

Not today.



Not till this field is done.



This field ain't ever

gonna be done.



[ Panting ]






Today is Friday.



[Man] Come on, Tye.

Come on,Jill. Thereyougo.



Come on.

Good boy, good girl.







- Make me a promise.

- Sir ?



Don't end up like me.



- [ThunderRumbling]

- All right.



We best get movin'.



Rain comin' in.



We best get movin'.




- Get up there ! Come on !

- [ Grunting ]




Get thehoe,John.



- Get the hoe ! Come on. Get up there !

- [Boy]Get thathoe.



- Get thehoe,John.

- Yeah, get thathoe,Jane.



[ Chattering Continues ]



[ Panting ]



Get thathoe,Jane.



- [ManShouting]

- Ha ! Get thathoe,Jane!



Gee,Jane !

Rah ! Get up there !



Rah! Getup there !

Come on!



Get up there ! Ha !

Get up there ! Ha !



Ha ! Getup there !



Come on, Carl.

You'll miss the bus.



Ho ! Ho !



Let's go, son.

Your father's waitin'on us.



[Man]U.S. Navy's

abig opportunity forayoung man.



[Man]U.S. Navy's

abig opportunity forayoung man.



Yougot thehotshowers.

Yougot the threesquares a day.



- Andunlike theArmy--

- All about the Navy.

It's right here in this book.



And this is mine. I can keep this.

They'rejust giving it to me.



- No foxholes in the Navy.

- [Carl]

I wish Iknew whatI was gonnabe.



Knowing you,

it's gonna be something big.




Itdon'tstop there.



He ain'tsaidone word

since we met therecruiter.



He'sjust real scared




Coloreds now.

First uniform is paid for by Uncle Sam.



- I loveyou, Mama.

- I loveyou.



- [Chattering Continues]

- [Man] You'llbeallright, son.



[Recruiter] Yougota $  paycheck

just waiting foryou.



Recruiter say fi rst leave

come in September.



I wouldn't believe everything

that recruiter says.



Putitaway forarainy day

orsendithome to Mom andPop.



I'll come back,

help mow the hay.




Don't ever come back here.



You get in there

and fight, Carl.



Don't take promises.



Bust their old rules

ifyou have to.



And when it gets hard--



and it will--



don't quit on me.






Now, go on.



Don't come back here.



Not for a long time.



Charge it when you get

whereyou're going.









What's that supposed to mean ?



- [ Sobbing ]

- Mm, mm, mm.



Come on, boy.



You got a big future...



in the U.S. Navy.



- [ Laughing ] A big future !

- [GrillSizzling]



[Men Laughing]



Look here. I advise the next time

you see this Navy recruiter,



tell him to take whatever

crystal ball he's lookin' through...



and shove it

directly up his ass.



- [ Laughter Continues ]

- Ijustgotback from fiightin'a war,



makin'the whole world

free fordemocracy.



They still got me standin' here,

slavin' over a hot grill next toyou.



There's only three choices

a coloredman's gotin the U.S. Navy.




What's that, Chief?Bein'a cook ?



- Officer's valet or gettin'

the fuck out ofthe Navy.

- Youlistenin; Carl ?



Big future.

[ Laughing ]



- Big future, I'll be doggoned.

- It'llbeallright.



- [ Chattering Indistinct ]

- [Man On P.A.] That's it. That's it.



Ooh, hot, hot, hot.




on theSouth Pacifiic.



Damn !



[Men Whooping, Shouting]






Whoo !



Geronimo !




Whooping Continues]



Hold that.



Carl, what the hell

areyou doing ?



Reckon I'm gonna take a swim.



Nigger, you crazy. Tuesday is

colored swim call on this boat.



Well, I'm hot on Friday.



Carl, crackers see thatnappy

headcomin; they--



What are they gonna do,

make me wash more dishes ?



[Man] Waitaminutenow.

Someone's all confused.




offthis deck !



Itis not Tuesday, son.



What the hell

areyou doing, boy ?



- Youcan'tdo that, boy!

- You're in some deep shit!



- Wrong day, asshole !

- [ Chatters, Indistinct ]



All right. Make way !



[ Shouting, Chattering ]



Captain wantsyourass

back on theboatrightnow.



[ Shouting Continues ]



- He'll beatyou !

- Go, Carl !



- Keep goin' ! Go, Carl !

- [Shouting Continues]



- Let's go, Carl !

- [ Laughing ]



Beathim byamile !



[ Buoy Dinging ]



- Whoo !

- Oh !



[ Laughing ]



- [SailorChattering]

- Okay.



You got anything

to say foryourself?



Your response is noted.



[ Sighs ]




theSearch andRescueswimmers ?



- You know, sailor falls overboard,

these men--

- Dive in and save 'em. Yes.



Youjust became one.

I'm transferring you to their unit.



You're the fastestdamnswimmer

on this ship,



and you have got the balls

to back it up.



Thankyou, sir. I'll pack up

and report to the deck department--



You'rejust there to swim.

Nothing else.



Staywith the stewards.



Lethim out.



Hey, Carl. Youknow, the onlyreason

yourass ain'tin thebrig...



- is 'causeyou high yellow, boy.

- [Laughter]



- Damn!

- Search andRescueSquad.



Boy, you in good

with Captain Pullman now.



Put in a good word for me, they

might let me drive the boat.



[Carl's Voice] "You're never

gonnabelieve it, butyesterday...



Imade Seaman, which is Navy




I'm stillnotsure whatI'm gonnabe,




Anyway, Dad, sounds like themail

chopper's here, so Ibetterget topside.



Give Mom abig hug forme.

Yourlovingson, Carl. "






 In thehigh school




- Good afternoon, Chief.

- Iconfess Ijustcan'tlive-- 



- [Explosion]

- What the--



[Sirens Blaring]



[Sailor] Mail chopperclipped

aradio mast!He's down !He's down !



[ManShouting Orders

On P.A.]



Splasha diver, now!Men on

thatchopper. I want 'em up alive.



Diver's coming up.



Bring it up.

Bring it up !



Come on ! Faster ! Pull him up !

Come on, Vince. Pull him up !



- Come on ! Faster, faster !

- Brashear, get on that steadying line.



Keep itup !

Layback into that!Keep itsteady!



Keep itsteady!

Keep itsteady!



Bring him in !

Coming down !



Bring him down !



Sailors, gethim up !

On thehatch. Ready ?



Come on.



Face down !



[ Man Grunting ]



- No.

- Goddamn !



IfI'djustbeena couple ofminutes

earlier, he'dbebreathin'now!



[Pullman] Youdidyourbest,

ChiefSunday. LieutenantHanks.






- Complete the diving operation.

- Yes, sir.




The copilotis stillin the water.



Caughlin, it'syour turn overtheside.

Bring thatmanhome. Hathim.



Take ChiefSunday to the chamber

for decompression.



Lay back on him.

On the side !







- Chief?

- Drop the goddamn weight !



Drop the weight!



[Shouting, Chattering]



- Man overboard!

- Standby divers, you're in !



What the hell's going on ?




wejustlost Caughlin, sir.



- We got a standby diver going--

- He can't wait that long.



Tellme whatyou're doing ?

Igotaman on.



Gonna bounce dive, put him on

a rescue line and yank him out.



- Bounce dive ?

- Bounce back before

the nitrogen builds in my system.



He's too deep already,

and you will call me "sir."



Goddamn it, I got a man dyin'

down there, sir !



Give mea wrench !Give me

thatspare lifelineandairhose!



I've lost two men

on mywatch.



I've got another drowning, and I'm not

about to letyou commit suicide.



- You will stand fast !

- He'll be dead beforeyou get to him !



- The air hose !

- Stand off ! I will takeyou

to the captain's mast,



and you will lose ifyou touch

that water, doyou hear me ?



Yes, sir !



Goddamn it !



Master ChiefSunday,

you've sustained a serious embolism.



- Embolism ?

- Both lobes ofthe lungs

were severely scarred.



Can't cheat the laws ofnature

forever, can you, Doc ?



I'm afraid the condition's

totally inoperable.



[ Sighs ]

Ain't that a bitch ?



So what happens next time I go diving ?

I start taking on bottom pressure ?



Any increased pressure at all

will kill you, instantly.



Kill me. Goddamn, for a minute there

I thought this was serious.



- Ifyou could keepyourvoice down.

- Hell, no.




I feel like singin', man.



- Ah, fuck !

- Where areyou going ?



Getmea drink. Celebrate.


I thoughtIcouldn'tgo diving nomore.



- ChiefSunday,

you're scaring thepatients.

- How about me ?



Goddamn. Hey, I got an idea.

Maybeyou can use me around here.



Hell, I'm lookin'

to make a career move.



Maybe, maybeyou can get

someone to change the bed pans !



- Change the fuckin' bed pans !

- [Orderly]Chief!



- Change the fuckin' bed pans !

Hey ! Hey !

- Hey !



- [ Screams ]

- [ Indistinct Shouting ]



MasterChiefSunday, given

your currentphysicalcondition...



and the far graver issue...



- ofyourrecentacts ofmisconduct,

- [Laughter]



you willbemedically

disqualifiiedfrom diving,



fi ned one-halfmonth's pay

for three months...




toa trainingposition,



where itis

mygreatest wish...



thatyou will embrace




This hearing is concluded.






- That's what I want to be, sir.

- A Navy Master Diver ?



- Yes, sir.

- Last week, you were a cook.



- Well, the man I just saw--

- The man you saw is a Master Chief.



That's the highest rank an enlisted man

can achieve in the Navy.



A lotofgoodmenspenda career

trying toget there andfail.






they are not gonna take

a colored at diving school.



- It's as simple as that.

- What ifyou were to give me

a personal recommendation, sir ?



[ Chuckles ] I just madeyou

a deck seaman three days ago.



What else do I oweyou ?



The way I see it,

I oweyou, sir.



I'll endorseyour request,

[ Chuckles ]



but it ain't gonna work.



Wait outside.



- Mr. Pappy, Boatswain's Mate

Brashearis reporting forduty.

- Don't let him in, sailor.



[ Phone Hangs Up ]






[ Man On Radio ]

  I'll be waiting on the hilltop  



 Where the wild

red roses grow  



- Yeah. Well, look at Mr. Navy.

- [ Radio Stops ]






Shoes all shined up.



Now alls we need

is an organ grinder.



Welcome to Bayonne, NewJersey.

Pimple on God's ass.



ChiefSunday, we never met,

but I served with you on the Hoist.



U.S.S. Hoist.

I 'spect I 'memberyou now.



So what's for chow, cookie ?



I wouldn't know, Chief.

I'm reporting for diving school.



Oh, yeah, that's right.



They sayyou wrote over      letters

requesting admission to this school.



You gotyou

some grit in you, huh ?



- Yes, sir.

- Well, it's gonna be a hot one today.



Sure hopeyou're better

than the last cook.

That man's food could kill your dog.






[ Indistinct Chattering ]



[ Chattering Continues ]



- Thankyou.

- All righteous.



Thereyou go.



[Trainees Shouting]



Had yourself

anything to drink today ?



No, sir, Chief.



What saywe go on into town

and get us a nice cold one ?



I can't do that, Chief.

I haven't reported for duty.



I tell you what.

I'll buyyou a tall one over there.



A bus ticket too, soyou can go back

to whatever burg you sprang from.



Whatdoyousay ?



Sir, I am a Navy man.



Where I come from,

there are no oceans.



Only dirt farms

and ornery mules.



And no self-respecting Navy man

makes a living driving mules.






You know what the Chinese say,

cookie ?



Beware whatyou wish for.



- [Man Chanting]

Istole apie ! Istole apie !

- Let him in.



- [Chanting Continues]

Istole apie ! Istole apie !

- [MetalClanking]



I stole a pie !

I stole a pie !



I stole a pie !

I stole a pie !



- [Chanting Continues]

- [ Dog Whimpering ]



Get in there.

Go on. Hoist away.



[Whimpering Continues]



[Men Laughing]



[ Laughter Continues ]




Do-Do-Do-Don'tstare athim.



- Who is he ?

- The commanding officer,



b-b-but everyone calls him

M-M-Mr. Pappy.



- He's a warhero.

- Here.



They, they were gonnamakehim

anadmiralup in D. C....



'f-f-fore they,

they found out he's got more,

more screws loose than a Studebaker.



So theysenthim here.

Bettersalutehim oryou'llbe

spendingyour fiirstnightin thebrig.



[Chanting Continues]

Istole apie !



[ Stuttering Continues ]

Come on. I'll showyou the barracks.



[Men Chattering, Indistinct]



[ Chattering Stops ]



[ Man ]

Attention on deck !



Gentlemen, in      



President Harry S. Truman

had the courage and forward-thinking

and enlightenment...



to desegregate

the United States military.



Now I wanty'all to welcome the Bayonne

Diving School's fi rst colored trainee,



Bosun's Mate

SecondClass Carl Brashear.



I don't hear anyone welcomin'

Bosun's Mate Brashear.



Master Chief,

no disrespect to the president,



but I don't bunkwith niggers.



- Aren'tyou gonna go too ?

- N-N-N-No.



I-I-I-I'm from Wisconsin.



Never been there.



[ Radio: Static, Tuning ]



[ Announcer] Haily gets a fast ball

low and inside for strike three,



andJackie Robinsonstrikes out.







Andthescore as we hadit

on the top oftheseventh:;

Brooklyn, one, Milwaukee, one.



[ Gasping ]



Rise and shine, cookie.

Time for trainin'.



[ Spits, Gasps ]



- [ Coughing ]

- Areyou familiarwith

the principle of Boyle's Law ?



The what ?






[Coughing Continues]



Come on, cookie.

Get up.



- [ Coughing Continues ]

- Boyle's Law states that,

at a constant temperature,



the volume ofa confi ned ideal gas

varies inverselywith its pressure !



- Now why is this law

important in divin' ?

- I don't know, Chief!



You ain't never gonna know,

'causeyou'rejust some dumb

dirt nigger from Podunk !



I knowyou.

Your sweet smell hung in every bunk

and goddamn shack I ever lived in.



Your nigger face stared at me

every time we had to leave...



'causeyour daddy

could farm it cheaper than mine.



Mine drank himselfinto a $  casket,

but that ain't gonna happen to me...



because I'm a Master Diver !



Maybeyou'll remember that next time

you implywe got anything in common !



- You read me, cookie ?

- [ Coughing, Gasping ]



- What ?

- Getyour goddamn Wisconsin ass...



back tobed, Snowhill!



Themenyouare watching

are going tobe Navy divers.



Youbottomsuckers are notfiit

to observe them.



Avertyour eyes !



My name is Master Chief

Billy Sunday.



There's apreacherby thesame

name cleanedup Chicago...



ofall the whorin' spics, drunken wops

and motherfuckin' niggers...



that was makin' that place unfit

for decent white folks to live.



The only differencebetweenme




is that he worked for God

and I am God !



[Gulls Squawking]



Now, why don't the fi rst ten of

you Girl Scouts step forward ?



Come on !

Dropyour dicks ! Let's go !



Three quarters ofyou

standing here today...



will fail

to become Navy divers.



Three from the fi rst row,

step forward. Step forward !



Ofthose unfortunates




only three ofyou will live

to reach retirement...



'cause divin'is themost

dangerousjobin the Navy.



So who wants to quit ?




who wants to quit ?



You got somethin' to offer,

huh ?



Who wants to save me the sweat

oftraining your sorry ass ?



You ? You ?



Cookie ?



You ?



You gonna look me

in the eye, son, huh ?



What areyou,

some kind ofbroke-dick Popeye ?



Huh ? Let me guess.



You were captain

ofthe swim team, weren'tyou ?



You and your girlfriend used

to practice the breast stroke !



[ Stuttering ]



Say it

likeyou got a pair !



- Myw-w-w-wife.

- Oh, that's right.



It's in your record.

You knocked her up sophomoreyear.



Well, maybeyou can bring

the little w-w-w-woman down one night...



and all the boys can practice

the b-b-b-breast stroke.



I heard you were a hell ofa swimmer,

Snowhill. State champ ?



Y-Yes, y-yes,

M-Master Chief.




please step forward.



Come on.



About face.



- [ Grunts ]

- You let go before I relieveyou,



you fail my course right now,

got it, swim champ ?



[ Grunts ]



Swimmin'don'tgotdick shit

to do with deep-sea divin'.



IfJohnny fuckin' Weismuller

were in the soup...



wearin' a    -pound

Mark Five divin' rig,



he couldn't swim

to fuck EstherWilliams...



ifshe was three feet

in front ofhim buck naked.



The only way tosurvive

is to trusteach other,



'cause underwater all you got

is the man next toyou.



And that is why the only men

that get through my course...



are the very, very best.



Now get out ofmy sight.



- [ Trainee ] Boy, I don't know.

- [ Chattering Continues ]



Permission to relieve

the man below, Master Chief.



What areyou, cookie,

some kind ofgoddamn hero ?



I got no room in my class for heroes

or stutterin' swim champs...



with a wife and kids

to worry about, doyou read me ?



Ifyou wanna flunk me, flunk me, but

don't punish him for being decent to me.



I don't have to flunkyou.

You're gonna do that all on your own.

He had halfa chance.



He still does.

Permission to relieve him.



Claims he can hold his breath over four

minutes. Hell, it ain't even been two.



- [ Gasping ]

- I believe Gunner's Mate

Snowhill's a liar !



Now we're men ofhonor, ain't we,

cookie ? We don't abide liars.



You're out ofmy program,




Bosun's Mate Brashear,

you have the barracks toyourself.



[Snowhill Gasping]



Damn !

[ Panting ]



The Navy diver

is not a fighting man.



He is a salvage expert.

Ifit's lost underwater, he fi nds it.



Ifit's sunk, hebrings itup.

Ifit's in the way, hemoves it.



Ifhe's lucky, he'll dieyoung

    feet beneath the waves...



for that is the closest he will

ever get to being a hero.



Hell, I don't know why anybody'd

want to be a Navy diver.



Good flange work, Rourke.

Almost there.



Thankyou, Master Chief.




Machinist's Mate Rourke,   .




Machinist's Mate Rourke,   .



Bosun's Mate Brashear,   .



- Ifyou fail the next test,

you're out ofthe program.

- Yes, sir.



There are seats oflearning beyond

the walls and control ofthis camp.




this is weekend liberty.



Anyone's ass

thatain'tback here on time

willhave toanswertomepersonally.



And remember, ladies, one-night stands

may be over by mornin',



but syphilis lasts

a lifetime.



- Dismissed!

- [ Cheering, Hooting ]



[ Tires Screech, Horn Honks ]



[Man In Car]

Watch out.



[ Chattering, Indistinct ]



- Have fun, baby.

- [Man]Flowers !



Flowers ! Hey, how about some flowers

foryouryoung lady, huh ?



What's the hitch ?



- You're the one who called.

- Yes, ma'am.



[ Sighs ]

I told you. We're a public library,



not a tutoring service.



Now, ifyou don't mind,

there is a Mr. Biddle at home.



In fact, he's probably

brought flowers.



[Wheels Squeak]



Have a wonderful weekend.

Andlock up, wouldyou ?



- Uh-huh.

- And be sure to kick him out.



- Hello.

- We're closed.



Not for three minutes.

You studying on nursin' ?



A person doesn't "study on"

anything, Bosun's Mate.



You knowyour rates and ranks. Did you

get that from one ofthese books?



Look, I'm not here

to flirt with you.



I'm in divingschool

across theriver.



I'm notjust good at it.

I was born for it.



But thejoke is, I'm gonna wash out

ifI don't pass my next exam.



What was the last grade

you completed in school ?



- Seventh.

- I can't helpyou.



- Whynot ?

- Because it took me fouryears

ofworking at places like this...



to get through med school.



Now I have six weeks to study for

my exam. I pass, I become an intern,



and maybe someday

become a doctor.



You're too farbehind,

andIdon'thave the time.



Okay. Go on.

Walk around reading toyourself.



- Don't give me another thought.

Just go on.

- Don'tyou get it ?




matter. You're gonna failanyway.



I won't. I can't.



Why doyou want this

so badly ?



Because they said

I couldn't have it.



I may know

a professor at City--



[Book Pages Turning]



Boyle's Law describes

the behavior ofgases undervarying

amounts ofatmospheric pressure.



It states that ifa diver

holds his breath at      feet,



continues holding while rising

to ten feet,



then thegases in his lungs

increase four times.



Now why is this important

to a diver ?



Forget to exhale on the way up,

and your lungs explode.



I can workwith you,

but my time is precious.



So the fi rst timeyou go out

drinking and fighting...



and leave me waiting here,

our arrangement ends.



- [DoorCloses]

- [ Chuckles ]



- [Bell Dings]

- [Woman]Goodmorning.



I, um... have to open up.



Now areyou gonna tell meyour

name, or is it still a secret ?



My name isJo.

[ Chuckles ]



My father always wanted

a boy.



He was in the Navy too.



- Is he still active ?

- I haven't seen him since I was nine.



[Bell Dinging]



Mm-mm, mm-mm.

Like this.



[ Chattering, Indistinct ]



- Good night.

- Good night.



- [ Chattering Continues ]

- [Man]

Fire Controlman Mellegrano,   .



Mate DuBoyce,   .

Engineman Crofoot,   .



Bosun's Mate

Carl Brashear,









- [ Instructor Chattering ]

- [ Sighs ]



[Man]Boots, cookie,

tearyourselves away, ladies.



You're nextin the water. You're gonna

go down to the training vessel,



patch ahole so we canpump herfull

ofairandraiseherto thesurface.



Then we're gonnasinkher

anddo itagain.



[Man]Because underwater,

allyou've gotis themannext toyou!



Chief, what the hell's

goin' on down there ?



Thatboystays down there anylonger,

he's gonnastartgettin'mail.



Isert, come on.

Finish torching that hole.



I'm tryin',

but this thing's real awkward.



- How's itlook ?

- [ Sighs ] Looks like hell.



Green Diver, this is




You have three minutes

to getyour patch hot and hung

before the next team comes down.



[Sunday]Nowcome on, Isert!

Moveyourraggedyass !



- RedDiver?

- Yes, Master Chief.



Goddamnit, Rourke, I've hadgirlfriends

thatcould weldfasterthan that.



- Nowmove him along.

- [ Laughs ]



- Come on, Isert. Nowhangyourpatch.

- Yeah, okay, Rourke. I'm trying.



[ Grunting ]



- Hey, Isert, you feel that ?

- Do I feel what ?



- What the hell ?

- [ Grunting ]




Topside, this wreck is moving !



She's limping, Chief!

We're sliding down !



Somebody tell me

whatjust happened ?



- [Rourke] Topside !

- Get it ! Grab that hose !



- Red Diver, what's your situation ?

- The shipjust dropped    feet.



- We landed on something.

- Better bring those boys home

till we figure this out.



- Squareyourselves away.

You're coming home.

- Negative on the come home.



- Isert's got his air hose tangled.

- [ Grunts ]



- My air hose is stuck !

- Fouled. Now get it unfouled.



[Grunting Continues]



Rourke, what's wrong ?

Why are we movin' ?



- We slipped partway

down the channel bank.

- Rourke !



- This wreck is live !

- You get this off !



- I'm gonna have to change out

his lifeline and air hose.

- [Sunday] Listen, Rourke.



He's your buddy.

You follow his line back,

unfoul it and get him out ofthere.



I'm trying, but it'sjust too tight.

Send down a line !



- [ Isert Yells ]

- [ Rourke ] Help !



- I need help down here.

- Help's on the way.



- I'm ready, MasterChief.

- Dennis, undress him.



- You can't go down there.

- Better not be talking to me.

I won't haveyour familiar tone.



You can't dive that deep.

I'm ready. Let me go.



Master Chief, it looks

like the ship slid down...



on some discharge pipes

coming from that factory.



They give out, and this whole ship's

going right to the bottom.



[Sunday] Youdon't worryabout

thatboat.Justget thathose to Rourke.



- [Crash]

- [ Rourke ] For God's sake !



- [Sunday]

What thehell was that, cookie ?

- Look !



The ship's weight is crushing

those pipes, Chief.



Gotta get him on a fresh hose

and out ofhere fast !



Topside, Blue Diver's here.

He's gota freshline.



All right, Isert.

Rourke's gonna changeyou out, and

you're gonna be walking out ofthere.



- Okay.

- That boy's got five minutes

ofair ifhe don't panic.



Youscrewup the change out,

andthatboy's dead, readme ?



- Yes, Master Chief.

- Isert, we're not gonna be able

to talk for a few minutes.



I wantyou to think ofyour favorite

song, andI wantyou tosing it.



- I don't know any songs.

- You got to slowyour respiration.

Breathe easy.



-Justbreathe easy.

- Please. I wasn't made for this.



I want to go home now !

I want to go home now !



Would you let me

come home now ?



I want to quit!I want to quit!

Ireally want to quit!



- I want to quit !

- Change him out now !



- She's movin', Chief!

- Come on, Rourke ! I got him !



[Isert Grunting]



- [ Air Hissing ]

- Topside, Isert's off air.



- What's going on down there ?

- She's gonna roll over !



I 'spect so. You stay down there,

and you change that boy out, hear me ?



- [ Isert ] Rourke !

- [ Rourke ] I'm out ofhere !



I gotta get out ofhere !

She's going down !



- Rourke, comeback here !

- Rourke !



- Rourke, get back here !

- I ain't dying !



- [Carl] Rourke!

- [Rourke] I'm outofhere.



Don'tleave !

Carl, don'tleave me!



I need my air hose !

I can't breathe, Carl !



I'm getting dizzy!



[ Both Yelling ]



[ Both Grunting ]



I can't breathe.



[ Gasping ]



- Topside, he's blacking out !

- Goddamn it, hook him up !



- I got it !

- [ Gasping Continues ]






- [Carl] We're coming home, Chief.

- Never doubted it.



[ Labored Breathing ]



Machinist Mate First Class Rourke,

front and center !



"The president ofthe

United States ofAmerica...



takes greatpleasure inpresenting

the NavyandMarine Corps




to MachinistMate First Class

Dylan Rourke,



whereby Petty Officer Rourke

on the   nd ofSeptember...






with apparentdisregard

forhis own life,



did, atBayonne, NewJersey,

save thelife of

Petty Offiicer Timothy Douglas Isert. "






Class      dismissed.



[Phone Ringing]



[Ringing Continues]



- [Woman] Carl ?

- Hey, I gotyour telegram.



No, no, no. I got the wire.

How's Daddy doing ?



Is he up and around again ?



- [ Hooting, Chattering ]

- Yeah ! Yeah !



[ Crying ]



[ Sailors Chattering ]



[Jo ]

Hello ? Carl ?Is thatyou ?




Hey, it's me.



Where areyou ?

Areyou okay ?



[ Crying ]

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.



Uh, listen, uh,



c-could you meet me ?



[ Tires Screech ]



- Goddamn it !

- Okay. I'll stay here.



Damn it ! The miserable son ofa bitch

in there drinkin' on my anniversary !



You're the one, aren'tyou ?



Well, I'm Gwen... Sunday.



Sorry to hear that.



You know he's gonna

kickyou out ofthe Navy.



He's gonna kickyou out




So what

you gonna do about it ?



Youjustgonnalethim runyouover,

justlikeyoudo everyone else ?



You know, he's in there

right now.



- [ Chattering ]

- [Gwen]He wantedaparty,



let's give him one.



-  [Country]

- [ Stuttering ] She told me...



it was okay

to dance with a girl.



[ Chattering Continues ]




Oh, Ilove this song !



[ Vocalizing ]



- [Gwen Humming]

-  [Continues, Indistinct]



Donny, be a dear lad

and get us two scotches.



- We're out.

- Lucky for us, you got

a whole bar full ofbourbon.



What thehellareyoudoing,

bringin'him in here ?



- Get out.

- Well, I'll be goddamned.



It'sprom night

here at the MoorBar.



You boys, you have

a drink on me. Go ahead.



Hell, I don't know

who classes up thejoint more--



the fetching young lady

in the fur stole or cookie here.



So what'dyou two kids comehere

to do anyway ?Dance ?



Why not take a turn ?

It's a free country, mostly.



You made a big mistake,

walking in here, cookie.



- Oh, it's my fault.

- It's all your fault.



Spoiled little rich girl gets her kicks

draggin' stray men in here.



Thinks we'rejust

a bunch ofsweaty rednecks

she can shake up for the fun ofit.



Hey, Donny, bea dearlad

andbring theladya freshsoldier.



Thinkyoudeserve abeer,

don'tyou ?



Fraternizing among Navy men.




as good as they are ?



How 'boutme, cookie ?

Youbetterthanme ?



- You're damn right, I am.

- Mm-hmm.



You see this pipe ?



General MacArthur himself

smoked this pipe.



Iservedwith him

in Leyte Gulf.



Biggest naval battle

in history.



Kamikaze rippedinto this escort

carrier, name ofSaint Lo.



She went down on a shallow reef,

trapping me and six boys

in the fi re room.



- Only one way out.

- Flood the compartment and swim up.



Five decks, cookie.

Five fuckin' decks.



Locked bulkheads,

dead bodies everywhere.



Yougot tohaveyourballs

screwedon tightforthatswim.



We still had intercom. Old MacArthur

himselfcame over that squawk box,




you cocky son ofa bitch,



I betyou can't hold your breath for

four minutes and swim out ofthere."



Know what I said back ?



" No, Mac, I can't, but

I'll betyou your cob pipe...



I can hold it for five, 'cause that's

what it's gonna take, motherfucker."



- C-C-C-Carl, this ain't worth--

- Getyour hands off me.



There's six men still breathin' today,

'cause I led 'em out ofthat fi re room.



And nowjust 'causeyou pulled little

Isert's white little fuckin' ass...



out ofsome rowboat

sunk in a mud puddle,

you thinkyou're better than me ?



Well, let'sjust see.



What's your bet, cookie ?



- Put Snowhill back in diving.

- Whatdoyouowe him ?



- Nothing. You owe him.

- Oh, yeah ?



Fine. IfI win, you ship out,

tonight. Deal ?






- [Man]Showhim, MasterChief!

- [Hooting, Chattering]



Will you be my tender ?



- Yeah.

- Let's go.



[Cheering, Shouting]



Come on, baby!



[ Cheering Continues ]



Let's go, baby !



Come on, now.



Come on, Sunday !



- Go !

- Come on, Master ChiefSunday !



[Cheering Continues]







[ Whistling ]



[ Cheering Continues ]




Two minutes, twenty-fiive seconds.



Hey, it's another

ten bucks right here !



Sunday, do it !



Threeminutes, tenseconds !



Come on.



- Four minutes !

- Four minutes ! Four !



- Stop it !

- No.



- Chief.

- Stop it ! Stop !



[ Sighs ]



- Rourke, stop it !

- [ Indistinct Shouting ]



Carl, you-you okay ?

Carl ?



- Carl ?

- ChiefSunday, you all right ?



- Hold it !

- You all right, ChiefSunday ?



- [ Gasping ] I'm okay.

- Hold him up.



- I got it.

- Hold it !



- He's all right.

- Come on !



Come on, hold him up !



- [Horn Honks, CarCrashes]

- Let's go !



She triedto drive offthepier

likea crazy woman!



- Get her outta the car !

- Whoa, whoa, whoa !



- Hey, hey.

- You know,

today's mywedding anniversary.



- [ Crowd Chattering ]

- You're gonna be all right.



Come on, move, move.

Come on, babe.



- [ Crying ] No, notyou, Billy !

- Come on, baby, come on.






- [ Continues Crying ]

- Come on, baby. Come on.



[Sunday Coughs, Mutters]



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

- Yeah ?



- Come on.

- Yeah ?




Go onhomenow. Nothin'toseehere.









Ican'tdo this, Carl.

Ican'tlive 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 fi nals.



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 seeyou.

- I made a mistake.



- It won't happen again.

- Oh, yes, it will.



You wanted to fight that man.

You werejust waiting for the moment.



Don'tyou see...

I'm not likeyou ?



[ Sobbing ]

The things I want--



The things I want

are smaller.



IfI just work hard

and keep my head down--



Yourwhole life

will pass you by.



Carl, most ofwhat's

in those diving books...



you know better than,

than me.



You don't need me anymore.

You don't need anyone.



I loveyou.






Jo !



Jo ! Jo !



-Jo ! Hey,Jo !

- What ?



Jo! Marryme!



He wants toknow




- [Knocking]

- [Pappy]Comein.



- [Knocking]

- [Pappy]Comein.



Watch the door, Chief.

Trynot to touch anything.



[Glass Clattering]



Did you know

that ordinary house dust...



is composed primarily

ofhuman skin ?



No, sir,

I didn't know that.



[ Chuckles ] Makes you think twice

about whoyou invite intoyour home.



[ Sniffs ]



Two tablespoons

ofmachine oil...



can contaminate...



an entire ship's

fresh water supply.



Some thingsjust don't mix.



Do they, Chief?



He's gonna pass.



Yesterday, hescored

a    onhis fiinal.



Sir, he don'thave tobe

thatfast tomorrow.



All he's got to do

is complete the exercise.






there may come a daywhen a colored

diver graduates from this school,



but it won't be tomorrow

or as long as I'm here.



You agree with me,




- Don'tyou, Chief?

- Yes, sir.



[DoorOpens, Closes]



  [Radio:; Country]



Baseball season's

over, cookie.



I figured Rourke.

I never even let myselfthink--



- Why not ?

- 'Cause I sawyour last dive.



You want to know what I am ?

I'm the sorry son a bitch put here...



to get through your thick fucking 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.



'Causenomatter whatyoudo, in their

eyes, you'llneverbeas goodas them.



- So, deserving or otherwise,

you're failing.

- No, you are.



You think

I oweyou somethin' ?



I don't oweyou

a goddamn fucking thing.



You or anybody else. You got fucked,

cookie. Happens to the best ofus.



You were right, Chief.

YouandIhave nothing in common.



I may be some dirt dumb nigger

from Podunk, but at least

I'm making something ofmyself.



You, you're the same hateful,

little man you started out as.



Without diving,

you're nothing...



but a lost, broke-down son ofa bitch

who used to be something.



Hey !



What did he say toyou

to makeyou try so hard ?



" Be the best."



Well, you are.



Just don't show up tomorrow.

Pappy ain't gonna letyou pass.



What aboutyou, Chief?



[ Sunday] Todaywill decide

which ofyou will become Navy Divers.



The objectofthis testis to correctly

assemble this flange underwater.



The pieces required for assembly

awaityou on the river bottom.



Onceyou have located your project

flange, you will call foryour tools.



Theywill be lowered toyou.



You willbe timedonyour effort


foraspeedy completion.



However, we'llkeeppumping

air down toyouforas long

asyoucanstandthe cold.



So takeyour time

and get it right.




Ifyoudo notcomplete the flange,



you havejust wasted

six months ofyour lives.



Divers, squareyourselves away

andapproach therail.



Topside, I have located

mywork light.



Topside, Blue Diver.



Ihave locatedmyproject

andam requesting my toolbag.



Topside, this is RedDiver.

Ihave locatedmyprojectflange.



- Requesting my toolbag.

- Tenders, loweryour 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.



MachinistMate Rourke,

onehour, thirty-sevenminutes.






SurveyorSecondClass Yarmouth,

two hours, nineteenminutes.






[ Panting ]




I'dlive toseeit.



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.



[Phone Ringing]



[ Man On Phone, Indistinct ]



What doyou mean,

he's still not up ?



[ Shuddering ]



Excuse me.



[Phone Ringing]



Dive station,

Master Diver speaking.



ChiefSunday, we have every cook

and shine boy in this camp...



thinking they'll be next

to try a stunt like this.



Soyou listen up.



Don't bring him up

till he stops moving.



He's near dead now, sir.



Not till he stops moving,




Give it up, cookie.



Yougointoshock down there,

youmightnot wake up.



Come on, now.

This ain't worth dyin'for.



[ Shuddering ]

M-My name is...



Bosun's Mate Second Class...



C-C-Carl Brashear.



Iam a Navy Diver.



Bring him up.

Bring him up !



- I got him.

- We're bringing him home.




disregard that order !



Sailor! Sailor!




effective immediately,



I am relieving you

ofyour duties !



Doyouhearme, Chief?



Hold the line.

Hold that line.






Come on, Brashear.

You're almost there.



Just a few more steps.

Come on, we'll helpyou.



A little more.

[ Grunting ]



That's it.



[ Air Escaping ]



Open it up.



Bosun's Mate Second Class

Carl Brashear,







Perfect assembly.



Get him inside.



[MenShouting Encouragement]



Help him out!

[Shouting Continues]



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 ofa bitch passed you.



He b-bustedhim down ashred

andshippedhim out.



I guess that fucker

got his in the end, huh ?



I guess he did.



[ Panting ]



Guess he did.



[ Man Singing Country]

 Will you still say 



  I loveyou, dear--   



   [ Swing ]



From the gentleman.



- I 

- I 



- I want 

- I want 



- I wantyou 

- I wantyou 



- I wantyou to 

- I wantyou to 



- I wantyou tobe 

-  What 



- I wantyou tobemybaby 

- You hate champagne.



-  [Continues, Indistinct]

- You got a diving assignment.



Brooklyn NavyYard.

Standby diver.



Brooklyn ? Brooklyn !



Oh, baby, we can have dinner

like an old married couple.



Oh, well, baby,

I didn't take thejob.



We've been waiting threeyears

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 standby

diver. I'll fi nd something else.



- I'm three months late.

- Late forwhat ?



You're gonna have--

A real... baby ?



We're gonna have a baby !

We're gonna have a real baby !



- [ Chuckles ]

- We're gonna have a baby.



Ladies, gentlemen,

and the rest ofyou lowdown cats,

it's time to ring in the New Year.



Ladies, gentlemen,

and the rest ofyou lowdown cats,

it's time to ring in the New Year.



- Happy New Year.

- [Crowd]Five, four, three, two, one.



- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year!



[ Cheering, Applause ]



 You'll never know  



 Just how much I loveyou  



Absolutely. You have to

stand them up, being we have

       years ofexperience.



You have to get in their face

and let them know who's boss.



Ifyoudon't, they'llnever

saluteyou therestofyourlife.



So I'm sitting there--

Excuse me.



-  [Singing Continues]

- What'd I tell you, huh ?

He don't remember me.



[ Chuckling ]



Senior ChiefSunday,

U.S.S. Hoist.



You ended my diving

career, Lieutenant.



Lieutenant Commander Hanks.

Pleased to meetyou.



- [ Scoffs ]

- That was along timeago, Chief.






Well, wejust came by

to say, " Hey."



- Hey.

- Auld lang syne and all.



Auld lang syne. I didn't

knowyou had a daughter.



[ Chuckles ]




She's quite lovely.



Okay, we gotta gonow... because

Billy's gonna dance with me.



Happy New Year.



- Come on, Billy.

- Have fun.



- You're gonna dance

with your lovelywife, right ?

- Yeah.







[ Chuckles ] Mmm, you see ?

Now, wasn't that easy ?



[ Laughs ]




- Yes.

- No. Billy.



- He's thebiggestdrunk

in the Navyis allheis.

- Billy!



[ Grunting ]



[Shouting, Murmuring]



[ Sailor]

Areyou all right, sir ?







ofviolating Article    of

the Uniform Code of MilitaryJustice:



assaulting a superior

commissioned officer.



Your conduct

is completely unacceptable.



You'llbe fiinedonehalf

month'spay forsix months,



restrictedto the confiines

ofthebase fortwo months...



andare herebyreducedin rank

to ChiefPetty Officer.




us, our top story continues to unfold...




us, our top story continues to unfold...



thousands ofmiles away

in the MediterraneanSea.



Justhours ago,

anAmerican B-   bomber...



flying aroutinemission

overthe coastofSpain...



slammedinto thesnowy

Spanish countryside.



Moments before disappearing offradar,

the crewjettisoned




Three  -megaton warheads

parachutedto Earth.



Two were immediately recovered.



- However, a third hydrogen bomb

remains lost at sea.

- You made it.



- UnitedStates Navyships have

sonarsystems toaid them...

- Becky, come getyour toys.



in their tedious, often frustrating

search ofthesea floor.



Investigating a deepwater fi nd

will be the work ofAlvin,



a two-man submersible on loan from

the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute.



And yet, even as U.S. Navy ships

comb the Mediterranean

in search ofthe warhead,



so do Russian submarines.



According to maritime law,

the bomb which disappeared

in international waters...



belongs to the fi rst

to fi nd it.



Charged with locating and recovering

the lost bomb before the Soviets do...



are the elite Navy deep-sea

divers pictured here.



Stationed in Norfolk, Virginia,

the divers were flown byjet

to the scenejust hours ago,



manystill dressedin thesame uniforms

they were wearing only this morning.



[Radio EquipmentBeeping]



Blue Diver,

this is Captain.



Blue Diver, comein.



I'm here, Hart.

What doyou need ?



Carl, I'd appreciate it ifyou

could fi nd my lost nuke for me.



I'dlike tomakeadmiral

sometimebefore Idie.



I'm doing my best, Hart.



- [Intercom Beeps]

- Captain.



Topside, I have an unidentified metal

object protruding from the sea bottom.



He's got something.

Proceed with extreme caution.



Roger that.



Topside, we have a Coke can.



- Goddamn Coke can.

- [ Men Laughing ]



Bring iton up anyway, Chief.

Ilikemy ocean clean.



[Men Laughing]



- [Machine Beeping]

- Turn that equipment off.

We got a diver down there.



- That's not our sonar.

- What areyou talking about ?



- [ Beeping Continues ]

- Shit.



Alpha Whiskey,

this is Charlie Victor.



I've gotan unknown object

in myperimeter--

classifiied, probable submarine.



Blue Diver, Blue Diver,

we got an unknown contact.

Probable Russian submarine...



bearing at two-zero-niner

atsixteenknots andheaded

directly foryourposition.



Takeimmediate evasive action.

Repeat, immediate evasive action.



Prepare foremergencysurface.

Blue Diver, doyouhearme ?

Blue Diver, doyouhearme ?



Blue Diver ?



Talk to me, Carl.



[ Men Shouting ]



- Talk to me, Carl.

- [ Indistinct Shouting ]



Come in, Blue Diver.



Quartermaster, tell the dive station

to supply us a standby.



Comein, Carl.



Come on, Carl.



[ Grunting ]



[ Carl Panting On Receiver]



- Carl, youreadme ?

- I'm here, Captain.



- He's there.

- [ Sighs ]



- Prepare tosurface, Carl.

We're bringingyouhome.

- Roger that.



You wanna do me a favor ?

The next timeyou scare me,

give me a courtesywarning fi rst.



Captain, that sub kicked up

halfthe ocean bottom.



- It found it for us !

- You're kidding me.



[ Laughing ]

Oh, yeah !



He thinks he found it.

Yeah, you got it.



- That's it. You got it.

- [Men Cheering]



[Captain]Steady! Steady!

I'm pulling itin !



- Bring itup !

- Pull it up here, boys.




It's coming up toport.



- Let's go, boys ! We gotanA-bomb!

- [Man On P.A., Indistinct]



It's coming up, boys !

Let's go now ! Let's go, boys !



We gotaheavy onehere.



Move !

[ Grunts ]



[ Grunts ]



[ Mouthing Words ]



Jo ?



Baby. Baby.

[ Moaning ]



I was so scared.



I'm sorry.

[ Panting ]



[ Panting ]



Oh, shit.



Your leg...

was nearly severed.



It's gonna take time to heal.



Eventually, you're gonna be able

to walk again w-w-with a cane.



Can I still dive ?



I'm so sorry.



[CarlSighs, Shudders]



[ Sobbing ]



Come home, Carl.



- [SundayShouting, Indistinct]

- Mrs. Sunday, yourhusbandwas

founddrunk onapublic beach.



He's an alcoholic and must

remain in detox for    days.



- [ Sobbing ]

- Ifheshouldstagger,

he willnotfall!



Ifheshouldfall, he will

fallin such amanner...



as to coverup his rateso that

passersby will thinkhe's an officer.



[ Sobbing Continues ]



A chiefpetty officer












And ifhe should stagger,

he shall not fall !



And ifhe should fall, he will fall in

such a manner as to cover up his rate...



so that passersby

will think he's an officer !



We're all extremely

proud ofyou, Chief Brashear.



Now, get better, soyou can go home

and enjoyyour retirement.



[Reporter# ]Howdoyouplan tospend

yourretirement, ChiefBrashear?



[Reporter# ]

Howdoes itfeeltobeahero ?



How areyou ?






you're never gonna dive again.



Andwhatyougotta do now...



I can't helpyou with.



But when you're

ready to leave...






thatyou'll never

take another drink again,



I'llbe waiting foryou

in thatcaroverthere.



But ifyou can't...



then youjust walk on by.



Package foryou, sir.






I want to comeback.



- To where, Chief?

- Full diving duty.



- To where, Chief?

- Full diving duty.



I want to dive again.



[ Chuckles ]

Carl, I understand, but, uh--



But it'sjust not possible.



- Good afternoon, Admiral.

- Carl, this is Cap--



- Captain Hanks.

- Chief Brashear.



Captain Hanks has been assigned

as a senior officer...



at the Personnel Policy

Control Board at the Pentagon.



He'll bejoining us

for a few weeks,



meeting some ofthe men

from the front lines,

getting a feel for their concerns.



Yes, and to return

to the chief's primary concern.



Working as a Navy diver

with onegoodleg andthe other--



I'm sorry.

It'sjust not possible.



Cut it off.



" Pilots injured in flying accidents have

requested amputation ofinjured limbs.



Fitted with the right prosthesis,

several ofthem have returned

to active duty."



So I'm asking this:;



Cut off my leg and assemble

a full medical review board

    weeks from today.



Itis then thatI will demonstrate that

Iam fiit toreturn to full diving duty.



I want to make Master Chief.



We admireyour courage, Chief,

however misplaced it may be.



Please excuse us.

[ Clears Throat ]



[Phone Ringing]



I am a doctor, Carl.

My opinion might mean something here.



I guess not. How areyou

gonna come backwith one leg ?



I could barely read once.

I found a way.






I could put up with

the months at sea,



the dangerous assignments that

you never said no to, but this--



What doyou want from me ?



Doyou want me to come home,

mow the lawn, put a wheelchair ramp in ?



- How am I gonna look at my own son ?

- Leave him out ofthis.



You're not doing this for him or for me.

This is aboutyou.



It's always beenaboutyou.



[ Sobbing ]

Admit it, Carl.



At least give me that much.



[ Sobbing Continues ]



Why areyou doing this to me ?



Answer me, goddamn it !



Or I'm walking out ofhere,

and I am not coming back.



I loveyou,Jo.



[ Sighs ]



[Temptations On Radio]

 Sunshine, blueskies 






 Mygirlhas foundanother




  With her wentmy future

Mylife is fiilledwith gloom 



- [ Sobbing ]

- So dayafterday

Istaylockedup in myroom 







 ButI wishit wouldrain 



- HowI wish thatit wouldrain 

-  Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 




I wannago outside 



- Such alovely day 

- Buteveryoneknows that

amanain'tsupposedto cry 



 Listen, Igotta cry 



  'Cause cryin'

eases thepain 



  Oh, yeah 



 People, this hurt




  Words couldneverexplain 



 Ijust wishit wouldrain 



-  Oh, howI wish thatit wouldrain 

- Letitrain 



 Rain, rain, rain, rain 



-  Oh, howI wish thatit wouldrain 

-  Oh, yeah 






  Oh, yeah 






- [Rope Cracks]

- [ Grunts ]



 Dayin, day out

my tear-stainedface 




the windowpane 



 Isearch theskies

desperately forrain 



- [ Groaning ]

-  'Causeraindrops

willhide my teardrops 



- Andno one will everknow 

- Getaway from me!



-  ThatI'm cryin' 

- Piece ofshit !



-  When Igo outside 

- Cookie.



-  To the worldoutside my tears 

- Goddamn !



- Irefuse to explain 

- Looks like I missed

one hell ofa party.



-  Oh, I wishit wouldrain 

-  Oh, howI wish thatit wouldrain 



-  Ooh-hoo 

- Letitrain 



- Letitrain, letitrain 

- I've been all over. Trouble, mostly.



-  [Song Fades]

- Navy gave me this second-class

diving school in Little Creek.



Don't amount to shit.



I made some calls.



Come Friday,

that Captain Hanks--



he's gonna convene a medical review

board, and he's gonna retireyou.



- He said I had fourweeks.

- He lied, cookie.



He don'tgive ashithowmany

one-leggedpush-upsyoucan do.



He'd tradeyou and me and every

other old sea dog in the Navy...



for one glass-eyed

electronics technician.



Theman's gonnaretire




I got my leg back.

I ain't doneyet.



You got a stump on a wooden stick and

no goddamn chance ofbeating Hanks, son.



All I everwanted to do

was to make Master Diver.



All I everwanted to do

was stay one.



You want to beat Hanks, you've got to

go around him, right to the top.



- Washington.

- Mm-hmm.



- Chiefof Naval Personnel.

- That's right.



And they don't like cocky pencil-pushers

like Hanks any more than we do.



I might be able

to pull a few strings.



Why areyou doing this,

Sunday ?



Piss people off.



ChiefDecker, youare the ChiefMaster

atArms ofthis hospital, areyounot ?



Yes, sir.



Then why is ityou don't know

where Chief Brashear is ?



He shouldn'tbe

toohard tospot.



He is the only Negro

diver in the Navy,



and he's got one leg.



It seems that the chief

has transferred, sir.



To where ?



- On whose orders ?

- He signed his own orders, sir.



- Call the Shore Patrol.

- Relax, Cap. Wejust wanna talk.



Wait, wait, wait, wait. You know

where Chief Brashear is. Where ?



I see. Fine.

Chief Brashear is AWOL.



I want him found

and arrested now.



- You ain't gonna fi nd him.

- What doyou want from me, Chief?



Fourweeks to train him, then

a full readiness evaluation...



and reinstatement hearing with

the Chiefof Naval Personnel.



[ Chuckles ]

The chiefof--



- Yes, sir.

- At the Navyyard in Washington ?



- That's right.

- Forget it.



[ Clears Throat ]



- [Reporters Shouting]

- Will the diverbeallowed




Seems Chief Brashear

losing his leg for his country

sort ofmakes him a hero, sir.






I will grantyou your hearing

on one condition, hmm ?



When he fails, you retire.



- He ain't gonna fail.

- Hmm.






- [ Panting ]

- [Truck Passing]



Minute, five faster.



[ Chattering ]



Seeyou in court.



[Boy Chattering]



[ Chattering ]



Captain Hanks has ordered you

to remain here, Chief.



[ Chattering ]






Please be seated,

Senior Chief Brashear.



Um, only the Army

salutes indoors, Senior Chief.



Sir, in the Navy I grew up in,

a salute is warranted...



given the gravity

ofthis occasion, sir.



Well... we're in a new Navy now,

Senior Chief.







Shall we begin ?






one day thelife ofanother

divermay dependonyou.



Doyou honestly feel

that as a man--



You're almost   .

You have one leg.



Can you really keep up with

healthy divers halfyour age ?



The question is, sir,

can they keep up with me ?



[Spectators Laughing]



- Bring the suit.

- Yes, sir.



No smoking

out here, Chief.



[Heavy ObjectMoving]



[MedicalOfficer]Studies of

the Navy's experimentaldiving unit...



indicate thatifthesubject

were tobecome unconscious...



ordeceased, the disparity

between thebuoyancy characteristics...



ofa prosthetic and a limb

would hinder him in a free dive mode.



Youmeanifhe drowned,

he wouldn'tfloatright, yes ?



- Yes, sir.

- Sir, I promise,



ifI am killed at sea, I will make

every effort to die like a Navy man.



[Spectators Laughing]



[ Chattering ]



Ijust thoughtyoushouldsee

the future ofNavy deep sea diving.



This is thelatestHEO- 

mixedgas rig.



It weighs     pounds,

and the men who want to use it,



before they can evenbegin

the diving qualifiications,



will be required to walk

    steps, unassisted.



Couldyoudo that,




Yes, sir, I could.



Well... I see.



As much as I hate

to prolong this another day,



I will, in the interests




make arrangements foryou

to demonstrateyour contention.



Here, sir. Now.



Son, step aside, or I'll have to

crackyou right in thejaw.




Ihardly think this is theappropriate--



- I want them all to see, sir.

- Captain Hanks, sir,

I concurwith your assessment.



[Spectators Murmuring]



These slippery floors alone prohibit

such a demonstration, sir.



ChiefSunday, haven'tyou had

enough trouble in your career ?

Your advice is unwelcome.



- Who is this man ?

- Chief Leslie W. Sunday, sir.



You swam out ofthe Saint Lo

at Leyte Gulf.







Five, sir.



[ Chuckles ]

He can stay.




Fine. Irrelevant.



Gentlemen, sirs,

returning to the issue at hand.



This is not the time orplace




Excuse me, Senior Chief,

is there a problem ?



Captain Hanks, Ihave spentmostofmy

life in the Navy trying only tosucceed.



However, my questhas comeatagreat

personalloss to those wholove me.



They, too,

have made sacrifiices.



They, too, have endured

great pains to support me.



IfI walk these     steps today,

reinstate me to active duty.



Give memy careerback.



Letme fiinishit




Senior Chief Brashear,

the business ofthe modern Navy--



Forgive me, sir. But to me,

the Navy is not a business.



We have many traditions. In my career,

Ihave experiencedmostofthem.



Somegood, somebad.



However, I wouldn't be here today

ifit weren't for

our greatest tradition ofall.



And which one is that ?



Honor, sir.



[ Chuckles ]



[Spectators Murmuring]



Get on with it,

Senior Chief.



Leslie ?



What leg you got on ?



Mywalkin' leg, Leslie.



It was my dad's name.

You got a problem with that ?



Oh, no.

No problem at all.



That thing's light duty.

Gonna snap like a match stick.



Not ifI keep myweight

on my good leg.



Two hundred and ninety pounds

on one leg ? You'll be

passed out by the sixth step.



Tenders, hat the diver.



Navy Diver, stand up.



Leave him.



Captain, ifI recall the Navy

regulation manual correctly,



the diver

may be helped to his feet.



This is a lot ofbrass to sling up

from a seated position, sir.



It's spun copper, Chief.

We haven't used brass in a decade.



And the new manual states

the diver must rise unassisted.



That's what it says

in the new book, sir ?



IfI may ask, Captain,

how would you know ?



I wrote it.



[Spectators Chuckling,




Yes, sir.



Navy Diver, stand up.



Square that rig

and approach the rail.



[ Indistinct Whispering ]



[ Grunts, Gasps ]



[ Panting ]












[ Panting Continues ]















- [ Grunting ]

- Eight.



[Spectators Gasping,




Gentlemen, his leg.



Please. Gentlemen.



[ Panting Continues ]



- Navy Diver, stand down.

- Diver, you will disregard.



- This is my detail.

- Admiral.



Goddamnit, cookie, moveyourass !

I wantmy   !



[ Whimpering ]



Nine. The Navy diver

is not a fighting man.



He is asalvage expert.




Ifit's lost underwater, he fi nds it.

Ifit's sunk, he brings it up.



Ifit's in the way,

hemoves it!



Eleven. Ifhe's lucky, he will

dieyoung     feet beneath the waves,



for that is the closest he will

ever get to being a hero !



Hell, Idon'tknow whyanybody

would want tobea Navy diver.



Now, you report

to this line, cookie !



At ease.



[Spectators Murmuring]



Tenders, unhat thatdiver.



[ Panting ]



The United States Navy

proudly reinstates...




Carl Brashear...



to full, active duty.



[ Cheering ]






Congratulations, Captain.






I can quit.



The man I married never quit

anything a day in his life.



I loveyou.



I loveyou too, baby.

I loveyou too.



Well done, Chief.




Chattering Continue]



[Brian McKnight]




 Dark is thenight 



 Ican weatherthestorm 



 Neversay die 



 I've been down this road







 I'llneverlay down, mmmm 



 See, Ipromisedmyself

thatI'dneverlayme down 



 So I'llnevergive up

Nevergive in 



 Neverletaray ofdoubt

slip in 












Neverlose faith 



  There's much toomuch







 I'm notlooking

forplace orshow 



 I'm gonna win 






  There's stilla ways togo 



  Ohh, some way, somehow 



  Whateverit takes, Iknow 



 I'llneverquit, no, no 



 I'llnevergo down 



 Mmmm, mmmm 







 A hundredyears from now 



 I'llnevergive up

Nevergive in 



 Neverletaray ofdoubt

slip in 







 Justgetup andtryagain 




Neverlose faith 



  There's much toomuch







 I'm notlooking

forplace orshow 



 I'm gonna win 



  Whenit's allsaidanddone 



 My oncein alifetime 



  Won'tbeback again 



 Nowis the time 



  To takeastand 



 Here is my chance 



  That's why I'll 



 Nevergive up

Nevergive in 



 Neverletaray ofdoubt

slip in 












Neverlose faith 



  There's much toomuch







 I'm notlooking

forplace orshow 



 I'm gonna win 






 I'm gonna win 




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