:37:01
("Louie, Louie" continues)
:37:12
Perfect. We just chased down
a boatload of beered-up fishermen.
:37:18
Come to north at full speed.
Set your depth at 200 feet.
:37:23
(ΒΆ "Louie, Louie")
:37:27
Contact is breaking off, sir.
Leaving the area fast and noisy.
:37:32
I... I think we did it, sir.
:37:39
- Pay up.
- (Dodge) Well done.
:37:41
Mr Pascal, let's go to Charleston harbour
and blow something up.
:37:46
Now we're talking.
:37:48
Are we really going to
blow something up, sir?
:37:52
No, no, Sonar. We'll just use flares.
:37:58
Well, the storm's passed.
Not a word on Dodge.
:38:02
Appears he doesn't want to
come near the engagement area.
:38:05
Too bad for me. That's why you invited me to
Charleston, to gloat that he didn't show up?
:38:10
No, sir. Not at all.
Dodge was simply outclassed.
:38:15
I've never lost a war game,
and I'm not about to start right now.
:38:19
- I'm in line for a third star.
- Oh, my God. I'll no longer outrank you.
:38:24
- What a horrifying thought.
- (hissing)
:38:28
- Oh, boy, look at the fireworks.
- No, I believe that's a flare.
:38:35
Oh, no. It can't be!
:38:39
(laughs)
:38:44
(Winslow) Chalk one up for the diesel navy!
:38:47
He got Charleston. One down, one to go.
:38:51
- Yeah!
- Damn it to hell.
:38:53
War game record's starting to look shaky,
not to mention that third star.
:38:58
I don't know how he pulled this stunt off,
but I guarantee you one thing, sir.