wrong.
Maybe you didn't enter it correctly.
It's right here.
The Baltic Sea.
Maybe a ship sinks
and they don't notice it's missing.
Williams, you got one minute to find
Sixpack and get your butt out of there.
If Willie's got a minute,
how much time does Sixpack have?
The infirmary.
I'm rich, honey!
Safety negligence?
I never even heard a word.
How can I be on report?
Ain't that right, Cobby?
Don't Cobby me.
You're on your own this time.
You almost fucked up everybody's day.
A Timex. And it's still ticking.
A little Russian money.
It don't look like much.
Here's something for you, Bow.
Hey, Sixpack,
look at your girlfriends.
- What's that?
- "Kitty Does Kiev."
- Porn. Right up your alley.
- Let me see that.
It's in Russian.
I don't know what it says.
- May I see it, please?
- It's not really "Kitty Does Kiev."
- It's the captain's log on videotape.
- Don't tell me you read Russian.
Russian, German, Italian, Spanish...
French, a little Swahili
and a smattering of Hindi.
- It's part of my premed background.
- Bullshit.
Would you believe
a Russian grandmother?
That I believe.
- What's this?
- Personal effects. Can you read that?
Deceased.
What's all this?
Deceased.
Deceased. All of them.
- Mr. Cobb, wrap all that up.
- Right.
DeJesus, dump this last box.
That's nice.
What is this? Vodka.
Stresnavga.
Hey, that's good stuff.
Make for a great end-of-shift party.
If I'm on report,
I guess this bottle's mine, huh?
Well, I guess you're right.
It is yours.
But it's pilferage, so now you're down
for two counts of safety negligence...
for risking Williams's life,
going on that boat and possessing...
restricted material.
- All this gets impounded.
- It's done.
And one more thing.
I think if I hear you
call me "Becky" one more time...
I'm gonna pop your tops...
all six of 'em.
My infirmary's filled.
The doctors on board tell me
it's like a tropical infection.
But it's not like anything
I've ever seen before.
And there's something else
I don't understand.
And then it goes off.
So what do you want me to say?
It all sounds mysterious?
Well, why did he leave his log tape?
Why are there two ships with
the same name in different places?
Hell, I don't know. You read Russian.
Maybe you read it wrong.
I didn't. Even if I had, there
should be a record of some ship...
that's sunk within 100 miles of here,
and there's not.
And look at this tear.
This hole in the hull.
That's the result of an explosion.
I think that was a torpedo hit.
I think that ship
was sunk on purpose.
Now how the hell do you know
that's a torpedo hit?
A collision with another boat
can produce that hole.
I don't agree with you.
- This hole would not be so jagged...
- So what?
So what if they scuttle
their own boat?
I can't get bent outta shape
just because some people...
got some jungle rot and ended up dead
on a barge on the bottom of the ocean.
I know about rocks. I know about stones.
I don't know about Russian boats.
Plus, I bet you five dollars
it's a clerical error.
Hell, we sounded the horn on it.
Let the maritime people figure it out.
I gotta fix the lift lock.
Okay, two more days.
Let's have no waves.
Weather system on line.
Tracking meteorological patterns.
- Beginning scan.
- I hate...
waves.
You know that in Switzerland,
they speak four major languages?
- Ask me if I care.
- I do.
When I get outta here,
I'm goin' there.
I'm gonna find a nice
snow-covered chalet...
warm little woman,
crackling fire, and ski.
If you're gonna do that, you should
wear what you wear to the beach.
I hate the beach.
Hey, guys. Look what I got.
- I don't believe it. You got 'em.
- Yeah, put it there.
What are you doing
with Beck's personnel records?
Watch. You'll see.
Four, zero, five, four...
eight, six.
You guys are so full of shit.
How stupid do you think he is?
Who's gonna use
their social security number?
Bingo!
That bottle's mine.
- Cute,