1:01:00
Look at them
sons of bitches.
1:01:05
You know my pop
was a fisherman?
1:01:07
He had this old 60-footer
he'd run all over the gulf.
1:01:11
Noisy two-stroke diesel.
1:01:15
Rotten to the gunnels,
that thing.
1:01:17
I could scrub that deck
three times a day, and
it still stunk like fish.
1:01:21
And I swore I'd never skipper
a boat like that, Chief.
1:01:27
Hmm, I saw myself...
1:01:30
standin' on the bridge
of a battleship.
1:01:35
A real sea captain.
1:01:37
Mr. Tyler,
permission to speak freely?
1:01:41
Of course, Chief.
1:01:43
This is the navy,
1:01:46
where a commanding officer
is a mighty and terrible thing--
1:01:49
a man to be feared
and respected.
1:01:51
All knowing, all powerful.
1:01:55
Don't you dare say what you said
to the boys back there again--
"I don't know."
1:01:59
Those three words will kill
a crew, dead as a depth charge.
1:02:03
You're the skipper now,
1:02:05
and the skipper always knows
what to do, whether he does
or not.
1:02:13
Aircraft off the port bow!
- Shit!
1:02:26
Real sorry, sir.
It dropped right out
of the clouds.
1:02:29
Rabbit, Trigger,
standby the flakgun.
1:02:31
Sir.
Sir.
1:02:33
It's German.
Looks like long-range
reconnaissance.
1:02:37
What the hell's it doing
way out here?
1:02:45
Jesus, here it comes.
All right. Sit tight.
1:02:48
As far as he knows, we're all
playing on the same team.
Everybody wave.
1:02:52
Wave?
1:02:54
Sir, we're sittin' ducks.
If we shoot first, we can
blow 'em out of the sky.
1:02:57
We miss, he's gonna radio us in.
That plane's gonna be the least
of our problems.