You're not ready to make tough decisions yet.
What the hell we waitin' for?
Anybody here disagrees with what I've done...
then you feel free to relieve yourself of duty now.
Anybody?
All right.
- All stations. - Aye, sir.
This is the Executive Officer.
I have assumed command of this ship...
under authority granted me by Navy regulations.
I have relieved Captain Ramsey of his duties for acting in contravention...
of the rules and regulations regarding nuclear weapons release.
It is my intention to delay the missile launch...
maintaining our current state of readiness...
pending confirmation of an emergency action message...
- that was cut off during the attack. - [Sighs]
Remain at battle stations missile.
Carry on.
[Locks Door]
What the hell are we doin', Fred?
I don't know about you, but I'm pissin' my pants.
[Bear Softly Growls]
Come on, boy.
Conn/Weapons: Russians will have missile launch capability...
in 39 minutes.
[Hunter] Chief of the boat.
Sir?
Thank you, Cob.
"Thank you"? Fuck you.
Get it straight, Mr. Hunter. I'm not on your side.
Now you could be wrong.
But wrong or right, the captain can't just replace you at will.
That was completely improper. And that's why I did what I did, by the book.
I thank you anyway.
Radio/Conn: Mr. Zimmer, get those communications back on line now.
We're working on it, sir. Aye, aye, Captain.
- Are you ready? - Uh... ready. Go.
Jesus. This fuckin' thing...
You know, this whole system is crashed; radio buoy is severed.
- What the fuck does he want us to do? - Shit electrons?
Hey, Vossler, we need communications, not smart-ass remarks.
- Aye, sir. - All stop, ten degrees up.
- Ten up. Aye, sir. - All stop. Aye, sir. Enters all stop.
- [Bleeping] - Conn/Sonar: Holy shit, sir!
He's right on top of us! He's turning toward!
- Range? - 600 yards!
Conn/Sonar: Torpedoes in the water! Bearing 048, 050!
- Left full rudder! - Left full rudder! Aye, sir!
All ahead full! Zero bubble!
Sir, don't you want to fire back? Torpedoes are ready, sir.
No, we're in too close. Our weapons won't have time to arm.
All ahead flank! Chief of the watch to maneuvering. Give me max speed now!
- [Bell Ringing] - Maximum speed! Aye, sir!
Sonar/Conn: Let me know when our range to that Akula is open to 1,000 yards!
- Conn/Sonar: Aye, sir! - Damn it! Let's just shoot this fucker!
- What's 1,000 yards for? - 'Cause it takes 1,000 yards for the torpedoes to arm!
Jesus! Who'd you fuck to get on this ship?
- [Bleeping] - Conn/Sonar:
Torpedoes 150 yards and closing fast, sir!
Bearing 070, 074!
Launch port countermeasures!
- Countermeasures away, sir! - Rig ship for impact.
Rig ship for impact! Aye, sir!
They missed! They missed! They passed astern!
They were too close to arm, sir. Conn/Sonar: Range to the Akula: 950 yards and opening fast!
Go to manual on the arming mechanisms, tubes two and four.
- Snapshot, two and four. - Snapshot, two and four. Tubes fired electrically, sir.
Sonar/Conn: Give me exact ranging and speed on our weapons.
Range: 300 yards at 50 knots, sir!
200 yards, 50 knots!
- 100 yards, 55 knots! - [Bleeping]
75 yards! Weapons ready for arming, sir!
- Steady course 231. - Aye, sir. 231.
Arm torpedoes two and four... now!
Torpedoes armed, sir!
- [Beeping] - We're locked on the Akula!
- You got him, sir! You got him! - [All Cheering]
- [Cheering Continues] - [Bear Barks]
[Cheering Continues]
Conn/Sonar: Incoming torpedo! They got it off before they got hit, sir!
Right full rudder! Launch starboard countermeasures!
- Countermeasures away, sir! - Dive! Make your depth 1,200 feet!
[Cob] Point it down now! Take her deep! Take her deep!
Full dive on those planes! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Hang on, everybody! - [Sonar Bleeping]
[Yelling]
[Bear Barking, Growling]
[Continues Barking, Growling]
Is everybody okay?
Yeah!
Open aft main drain suction!
Start the drain pump! Go, go, go!
All stations, make damage report to Control.
Control, this is Bilge Bay!
We've got out-of-control flooding!
- [Shouting] - Request damage control!
- Mr. Mahoney, get a damage control party down there! - Aye, sir!
Forward damage control party, get Lieutenant Hellerman!
Flooding in the bilge bay! Get him down there now!
Conn/Maneuvering: We've lost propulsion, sir!
- Chief of the boat, how we doin'? - Sir, we are going down!
- I need propulsion! - Forward ballast tanks are damaged, sir!
- Forward air pressure: Zero! - Maneuvering/Conn: Restore propulsion as soon as possible.
Conn/Maneuvering: Restoring propulsion as soon as possible! Aye, sir!
[Hull Groaning]
Control/Bilge Bay: Flooding is slowed!
I think we got it under control, sir!
Passing 1,500 feet. At 1,850 it's all over.
[Hull Groaning]
[Cob] Passing 1,600 feet.
Barnes, get over here! Help me with this loose valve!
[Cob] Passing 1,650 feet.
[Hull Groaning]
[Submarine Shaking]
- What the fuck is going on? - [Rivetti] Take it easy.
Conn/Bilge Bay: Flooding has recommenced!
It looks like three men are trapped!
Bilge Bay/Conn: Try and get those men out of there and seal that bay.
Sir, if we don't seal the bilge bay now, we'll lose the ship!
[Hull Groaning]
Bilge Bay/Conn: Can you get the men out?
Sir, there's no fuckin' way! If I go down there, I'll never get out!
Barnes, come on! You've got to come!
Move, move! Barnes, come on, come on! You can do it! Move it!
Bilge Bay/Conn: Seal that bay.
Barnes, let's go! Come on! I've got to close the hatch!
What the fuck are we doing here?
Bilge Bay/Conn: I say again, seal that bay.
Sir, there are men down there, and they're gonna drown!
Lieutenant Hellerman, you have your orders!
Now seal the goddamn bay before we all go down!
Barnes! Please get the fuck out!
Barnes!
Come on! Barnes!
Conn/Bilge Bay:
Seawater hatch is sealed, sir!
Very well.
[Cob] Passing 1,800 feet.
Approaching hull crush depth, sir.
1825.
Conn/Maneuvering: Turbine power restored!
Main seawater cross valve repaired!
- And rising. - Propulsion limit! Ahead full, sir!
- Take us up to periscope depth. - Aye, aye, sir.
Give me five.
[Sobbing]
All right, we're livin'. We're livin', gentlemen.
- Step aside, Tommy. - I'm sorry, sir. The X.O. Ordered...
Fuck the X.O.!
This ship has been hit, and I'm going in to see my captain.
Now stand aside.
Stand aside!
[Unlocking Door, Knocking] Captain?
[Opera Playing]
- Sir. - How bad is it, Mr. Dougherty?
- It's bad, sir. - I've just been looking at Hunter's file here.
The closest to combat he's been is a policy seminar.
Give me an order, sir.
As quietly as you can, you get to Mr. Zimmer and Mr. Westergaurd.
How about Linkletter?
Nah, you won't be able to talk to the TSO. He's at the conn.
But you can get to Weps. We got to have Weps. He's the key.
You get me those men, a small security force; then come back and get me.
Aye, sir.
Don't get overzealous and try to recruit the whole ship.
We'll lead from the top down.
Aye, sir. Right away.
[Opera Continues]
[Door Closes]
The radio's 50%.
Can I talk to you in the passageway?
Right now, Pete. Come on.
[Sighs] What's goin' on?
We're not gonna let this go down with the X.O. At the helm.
- We're not? - No, we're not. I've been with the captain for years...
and this asshole Hunter shows up, and I'm supposed to follow him 'cause he says so?
You're not supposed to; you've been ordered to.
That's what this is about: Proper orders.
Proper orders? He has proper orders. He won't act on them.
He's in command now!
If they order him to launch, we'll launch, and we'll blow 'em all to hell.
But I'd rather go down myself than get this one wrong.
Look, our procedures are clear.
In the absence of a contravening order, in a situation like this...
- we follow the orders in hand. - Exactly.
You know how many checks we do to make sure a launch order is authentic?
The X.O. Agreed with those orders.
Now he just wants to throw them away? They don't count?
- He's lost his nerve. - Bullshit! I know this guy, Bobby!
Weps, we've been ordered to launch.
Now why in the world would we do that if they weren't prepared to launch at us?
We don't know that for sure. That's the whole point.
That's why he wants time to confirm the message.
That's the whole fucking point is we don't have time!
Radchenko is fueling his birds. Now why do you think he's doing that?
Why? You don't put on a condom unless you gonna fuck!
Go back to your station. Go back to your station and stay there.
Come on, man.
Peter, think about your family, man.
I am. I am!
I mean, what do you... What do you plan to do?
Nothing without you. You're senior officer department head. The TSO's with Hunter.
And you have the keys to the small arms locker.
Now we want to recruit a few more men, and then we're gonna open that arsenal.
[Dougherty] I just talked to the captain in his room.
He specifically asked for you.
He says we cannot go without you.
I don't believe this. [Sighs]
This is a mutiny, Peter.
There's only two sides to a mutiny.
Now, your captain is asking for your help.
What are you gonna do?
All right.
Conn/Weapons: Russian missiles will have launch capability...
in 24 minutes.
You're doing the right thing.
[Booming, Electricity Buzzing]
[Mahoney] Electrical power has been restored.
- [Growling] - All stations, prepare to reinitiate the system.
[Continues Growling]
Radio/Conn: Mr. Zimmer, what's the status on that radio repair?
Conn/Radio: All systems are still down, sir. Lieutenant Zimmer isn't here.
- Where is he? - [Vossler] I don't know, sir.
Very well.
- Mr. Mahoney has the conn. - Aye, sir. I have the conn.
- Cob. - Sir?
- Send a man and find Zimmer. - Aye, sir.
- Get a side arm. - Aye, aye, sir.
- Chief Young. - Aye, Chief.
Turn around! Move it!
- [Growling] - At ease, sailor.
[Bear Growling]
- [Bear Barks] - Sir.
- Thank you, Mr. Ince. - [Growling]
- Mr. Westergaurd. - Sir.
- Mr. Zimmer. - [Zimmer] Ready, sir.
Let's get on with it.
- [Barking] - [Weps] Stand guard.
All you people, return to your stations!
- Mr. Rivetti. - Sir?
- Follow me, please. - Yes, sir.
[Man Cocks Pistol]
Is there a problem, sir?
These are the keys to the entire submarine.
Conn/Weapons: Russian missiles...
will have launch capability in 21 minutes.
Who's in charge here?
Shit!
Me, sir. Oh, fuck.
- How long is it gonna take? - I don't know, sir.
- Do you know what's going on here? - Yes, sir.
No, I don't think you do. Let me explain it to you.
If we launch and we're wrong...
what's left of Russia is gonna launch at us.
There will be a nuclear holocaust beyond imagination.
So it's all about knowing, Mr. Vossler.
We have to know whether or not our order to launch has been recalled or not.
The only way we're gonna know is if you fix that radio. You understand me?
Yes, sir.
You ever watch Star Trek?
- Yeah, I seen Star Trek. - Star Trek. You know, Star Trek. The USS Enterprise. All right.
You remember when the Klingons were gonna blow up the Enterprise?
And Captain Kirk calls down to Scotty, "Scotty, I gotta have more power."
- He needs more, more warp speed. Yeah. - Warp speed. Exactly.
Well, I'm Captain Kirk. You're Scotty. I need more power.
If you do not get this radio up, a billion people are gonna die.
It's up to you. I know that's a shitty deal, but you got it. Can you handle it?
Scotty?
Aye, Captain.
You got anything?
- No, Vossler. - Then get on it.
- I have the conn. - [Mahoney] X.O. Has the conn.
Chief of the boat, make your depth 75 feet.
Continue up to periscope depth.
- Belay that order! - [Pistols Cocking]
Any officers or chiefs feel you've been unjustly caught up in this thing...
you stand with me now.
[Sighs]
Sir, propulsion has been restored.
All flooding has been contained.
All communications are still down.
Take him away.
Lock him up in the officers' mess.
Of all the people.
Weps, return to missile control. Mr. Zimmer, you stay with me.
- Aye, aye, sir. - The rest of you, return to your stations.
Inform your men directly that the captain is in command.
- I have the conn. - Captain has the conn.
Diving officer, make your depth 150 feet.
- At 150 feet. Aye, sir. - 1MC.
[Radioman] Aye, sir.
May I have your attention, please.
Crew of the USS Alabama...
attempted mutiny has been put down.
We'll maintain security alert.
Authorized movement only in two-man teams.
In the absence of further radio communication...
on orders from the National Command Center...
we'll achieve launch depth as quickly as we can...
for strategic missile launch.
We all know what this means.
It's not something one would wish for...
but we have the obligation under authenticated orders...
issued by our Commander-ln-Chief to prevent the attack on our country.
Russian missiles will have launch capability in 15 minutes.
Set condition 1Sq.
Spin up missiles 1 - 5...
and 20 - 24 for strategic missile launch.
The use of nuclear weapons has been authorized.
This is the captain. Mr. Zimmer is the new X.O.
Set condition 1Sq.
Spin up missiles 1 - 5 and 20 - 24...
for strategic launch.
The use of nuclear weapons has been authorized.
This is the X.O.
Weapons/Conn:
Confirm target package SLBM 64741/2...
for missiles 1 - 5 and 20 - 24.
- Target package confirmation, sir. - This is the captain.
Conn/Weapons:
Confirm target package SLBM 64741/2...
for missiles 1 - 5 and 20 - 24.
Aye, sir.
Look, it's not a mutiny. I did everything by the book.
It's not about the book.
If the Russians are gonna launch and we do nothing, who's gonna stop 'em?
Half of me is glad the captain came back. He could be right, you know.
No orders are valid, Cob, if they're wrong.
- We don't know if they're wrong. - That's true. We don't know.
That's why we have to find out first.
What if Radchenko surrendered and it's over? Hmm?
We launch. They see us.
They launch.
Our birds pass each other in the air. Boom!
- What do you got? - Nuclear war.
Nuclear holocaust.
- What are you doing down here? - Jesus, I was just going to the bath...
Rivetti, nobody moves alone! Come on. You know the drill.
- What, Bennefield, I need an escort to take a shit? - Shut up!
Now I'm gonna call Control. You stay right there.
- Fuck that. - I mean it, man.
Okay, Moebius, open the door.
- You broke my nose, man. - Shut up, fat boy.
- Mr. Rivetti, I'm impressed. - I never liked him, sir.
Rivetti, go to laundry. Get four sets of coveralls and four caps.
- [Rivetti] Aye, sir. - Just relax.
Davis. Can I talk to you a second?
Come on.
- Everybody ready? - Let's do it.
- We're with you, sir. - Let's go.
- Approaching launch depth. - Very well.
Make your depth 150 feet.
Zero bubble. Commence hovering.
Zero bubble. Commence hovering. Aye, sir.
Conn/Weapons: Estimated time to weapons system 1Sq:
Three minutes, 30 seconds, sir.
Conn/Weapons: Russian missiles will have launch capability in 12 minutes.
Opening missile hatches.
[Phone Rings]
- Weps. - Weps, this is Hunter. Listen to me.
- Where are you? - Don't worry about where I am.
You cannot proceed. We got other ships out there that can handle this.
You can't be influenced by the captain or anybody else. Make up your own mind.
- [Clock Beeps] - Conn/Weapons:
Estimated time to missile launch: Three minutes and counting, sir.
Weps, Weps, listen. Don't do this.
Once you launch, they cannot come back.
They cannot come back, Weps. And you know the repercussions if we're wrong, goddamn it!
Weps, if we fire now, we'll be firing while we're blind and crippled. You understand me?
- Where the fuck are you? - Do not remove that firing trigger!
Do not open the safe, Weps! It's up to you!
You're the only one that knows the combination! It's up to you, Weps!
It's up to you.
[Line Disconnects]
Mind your fuckin' panel!
- You guys ready? - Just about, sir.
[Ringing Phone]
Radio/X. O: Vossler?
X.O. /Radio: Sir...
- I don't know, sir. - Vossler, calm down. Just calm down.
- Take a deep breath. Are you calm? - Yeah, sort of.
Get the radio fixed, Vossler. I could have built one by now. How long is it gonna take you?
I don't know.
Well, how much time do you need?
[Line Disconnects] Shit!
Let's go.
Missile tubes 1 - 5 and 20 - 24 at 1Sq, sir.
[Panel Beeping]
Ship is hovering on automatic. Dive is at 1Sq, Captain.
Missiles at 1Sq. Ready to launch, sir.
[Panel Beeping]
[Flipping Buttons] Sir, weapons system is at 1Sq.
- Missiles are ready for launch, sir. - Very well.
- Weapons. - Aye, sir.
Weapons/Conn: Remove the tactical firing trigger.
[Panel Beeping]
[Beeping Continues]
- 1MC. - Aye, sir.
Weapons, this is the captain.
Unlock the tactical firing trigger.
[Beeping Continues]
Weps?
Missiles are ready to launch, man.
[Beeping Continues]
Sir.
Shit.
Mr. Zimmer... no one is to touch this key.
I'm going to launch from missile control.
- [Zimmer] Aye, aye, sir. - Westergaurd.
- Sir. - Dougherty. Come with me.
- Mr. Mahoney, take the conn. - Aye, sir. I have the conn.
What are you doing, man? We're at 1Sq. We're ready.
[Panel Beeping]
- Mr. Dougherty. - Aye.
- Station your guards fore and aft. - Last two, forward hatch!
First two, aft hatch!
They're gonna fire from missile control.
We've got to get back to the conn and disarm the system. Come on.
We'll travel in the crawl spaces.
Mr. Ince!
Mr. Ince, remove the tactical firing key.
Sir, it is my duty to...
Son, don't talk to me about duty. Open the fucking safe!
[Panel Beeping]
I can't do that, sir.
I'm gonna count to three...
and then I'm gonna blow your fucking head off.
One.
Two.
Shit!
It does me no good to kill you.
You're the only one that knows the combination.
However...
Petty Officer Hilaire doesn't know the combination!
Millions of lives at stake here, Peter! Don't make a dumb decision! One!
- Two! - Sir!
- Cob! - Yo.
You and Hunsicker are going to enter the conn from the bow.
Rivetti, Linkletter and myself will come in through the aft. You jump right on Zimmer, okay?
Come on, come on!
- Fire control ready? - Aye, sir.
- Launcher ready? - [Launcher] Aye, sir.
Initiate fire.
- Freeze! Hold it, sir! - [Cob] Drop the weapon now!
Move forward! Move forward! Move, move, move! Get his pistol!
- Fire one! - Number one did not fire, sir.
Sir, the captain's key has been removed.
Hunter.
- You're a piece of shit. - Son of a bitch.
- All right, you and you, man the forward hatches. - Aye, sir.
- [Hunter] You, man the aft hatches. - Aye, sir.
We're going up to periscope depth.
We're gonna reestablish communications and get that radio message.
Now anybody got a problem with that?
- Chief of the boat, make your depth 78 feet. - Aye, aye, sir.
- Make your depth 78 feet. Five degree up bubble. - Mr. Linkletter, man that periscope.
- Aye sir. Raising number two scope. - Radio/Conn:
Mr. Vossler, this is Captain Kirk. I need warp speed on that radio.
- Yes, sir. - Conn/Weapons:
Russian missiles will have launch capability in nine minutes.
- [Radio Static, Beeping] - Oh, shit!
- What? What happened? - Reattach that lead!
Seventy-eight feet! At periscope depth, sir!
- Mr. Linkletter! - No close contact, sir.
Very well. Chief of the watch, raise the VLF radio antenna.
Raise the VLF antenna. Aye, sir.
- VLF antenna coming up! - [Radio Crew Chattering]
[Static]
Conn/Radio: Sir, I think she's breathing. We're getting close.
- Halt, sir! - Shoot me.
- Shit. Shit. - I got him.
I have the conn.
Give me my missile key.
Give me the missile key, Mr. Hunter.
I'm the commander of this fucking ship! Give me that goddamn key!
Conn/Weapons: Russian missiles will have launch capability in seven minutes.
Conn/Radio: Sir!
Radio/Conn!
Captain/Radio: Vossler, sir. She's breathing again! We are really close!
You got three minutes, Vossler.
- Three minutes and counting! - Yes, sir.
You got three minutes.
[Panels Beeping, Radio Static]
- Come on. - [Static Continues]
[Radioman] Come on, Vossler. Come on, come on. Keep it going, keep it going.
[Static Continues]
Speaking of horses...
did you ever see those Lipizzaner stallions?
What?
From Portugal.
The Lipizzaner stallions.
The most highly trained horses in the world. They're all white.
Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir" you're aware they're all white...
or "Yes, sir" you've seen them?
Yes, sir, I've seen them.
Yes, sir, I'm aware that they're all white.
They're not from Portugal; they're from Spain...
and at birth, they're not white; they're black.
Sir.
I didn't know that.
But they are from Portugal.
- [Vossler Panting] - Come on, Vossler. Come on.
- Yes. Yes. - Come on. Come on. You got it.
[Chuckling]
Some of the things they do, uh, defy belief.
Their training program is simplicity itself.
You just stick a cattle prod up their ass...
and you can get a horse to deal cards.
[Chuckles] Simple matter of voltage.
[Radioman] You're gonna get it. Come on.
- [Screen Beeping, Static] - I almost had it. You saw it.
Conn/Weapons: Russian missiles will have launch capability in four minutes.
- There you go! There you go! - Ah, shit!
Look, look, look! Look at it, Vossler! There we go, there we go!
- Yes! - [Beeping]
[Beeping Continues]
Conn/Radio: We are receiving flash traffic.
Emergency action message. Recommend alert one. Recommend alert one.
- Fuck, yeah! - [Beeping Continues]
Alert one. Alert one. Dougherty, Westergaurd, Zimmer.
- Get that EAM. - Aye, aye, sir.
[Beeping Continues]
God help you if you're wrong.
If I'm wrong, then we're at war.
God help us all.
Sir, we have a properly formatted emergency action message...
from the National Command Authority, sir.
- Request permission to authenticate. - Permission granted.
Authenticate.
[Breaking Open Packets]
[Zimmer] "Delta, Delta, Sierra, Bravo, Zulu, Delta, Tango."
[Westergaurd] "Delta, Delta, Sierra, Bravo, Zulu, Delta, Tango."
- Message is authentic, Captain. - I concur, sir.
I concur, sir.
Message is authentic.
1MC.
Crew of the Alabama, this is the captain.
Set condition 2Sq.
Terminate launch, all missiles.
[Cheering]
All right! All right!
[Cheering Continues]
[Cheering Stops]
Mr. Hunter has the conn.
In the early hours of this morning, Russian army forces moved in...
and met surprisingly little resistance.
- [Yelling, Gunfire] - There were some sporadic battles...
but, apparently, the specter of fighting their countrymen...
proved too much for these rebel troops, and they surrendered quickly.
So a crisis that seemed to be escalating beyond the point of no return...
was ultimately resolved with fewer than a hundred soldiers dead.
And the nuclear base captured by Radchenko is back in government hands.
Reporting live from the French aircraft carrier Foch in the Mediterranean Sea...
this is Richard Valeriani for CNN.
All right, stand there, uh, Lieutenant Commander Hunter. This won't take long.
This panel has convened in order to investigate the events...
subsequent to the setting of condition 1Sq...
for strategic missile launch...
on board the USS Alabama on 1 November.
Now, based on the testimony from personnel on board the Alabama...
and, in no small measure, to that of the senior officer, Captain Ramsey...
I am prepared to make my recommendations to SUBPAC.
- Without my testimony, sir? - You have a problem with that?
- I might, sir. - I have known Captain Ramsey for almost 30 years.
We served together on more than a few occasions.
If he is lying, this will be the first I've heard of it.
- Yes, sir. - My primary concern here...
is the breakdown in the system.
In this instance, the system failed...
because the two senior officers did not work to resolve their differences...
while preserving the chain of command.
Now you may have been proven right, Mr. Hunter...
but insofar as the letter of the law is concerned...
you were both right.
And you were also both wrong.
This is the dilemma that will occupy this panel, this Navy...
and this country's armed forces as a whole...
long after you leave this room.
Off the record, you've both created one hell of a mess:
A mutiny aboard a United States nuclear submarine...
violation of nuclear launch protocol.
For the record, it is the conclusion of this panel...
that your actions aboard the Alabama...
were consistent with the best traditions of the Navy...
and in the interests of the United States.
As such, the recommendations of this panel will be to accept...
in a manner reflective of his long and dedicated service to his country...
Captain Ramsey's request for early retirement from active duty.
And based, in no small part, on Captain Ramsey's recommendation...
that Lieutenant Commander Hunter be given his next command...
at the earliest possible convenience.
Unless, of course, you wish to challenge these recommendations.
No, sir.
- Captain Ramsey? - No, sir.
Dismissed.
Captain?
[Sighs] Just wanted to say thank you.
You were right, and I was wrong.
About the horses, the Lipizzaners.
They are from Spain, not Portugal.
[Chuckling]
Yes, sir.
[Men's Choir Singing]