:51:04
Twenty feet. Thirty.
:51:13
Control, sonar. Clearing ahead.
:51:16
Shifting to fathoms.
:51:19
Ten fathoms.
:51:21
Twenty.
:51:23
Thirty-five.
:51:25
Take her down to 100 feet, Ed.
:51:27
- All ahead, standard.
- All ahead, standard.
:51:30
Go.
:51:44
Twelve seconds.
:51:45
That's no better than boot camp.
:51:47
- Now let's try it with your eyes shut.
- Sir?
:51:51
Moore, you're in the field.
:51:53
It's pitch-dark. Your weapon jams.
You have to disassemble it.
:51:57
- What are you gonna do? Strike a match?
- Sorry, sir.
:52:06
Mr. Jones.
:52:09
What?
:52:11
- Captain's compliments, sir. We're there.
- Where?
:52:14
Zebra. Under the ice.
Their last estimated position.
:52:17
When we get going, Mr. Jones,
we don't futz around.
:52:20
Thank you.
:52:22
Thick ice. Twelve feet.
:52:24
Thick ice. Ten feet.
:52:27
Mark. Shelving.
:52:30
Thin ice.
:52:31
Switch on hull and sail floodlights.
:52:47
Control, sonar. All clear forward.
:52:49
Ice to starboard is inside of my range mark.
:52:52
Very well, sonar. Keep your reports coming.
:52:54
Keep reporting. Sonar, aye.
:52:56
- Let's have a camera.
- Aye, sir.