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Submarine!

Yeah! MAN 2: Go, go, go, go!

Turn it, hurry! Turn it!

The yeoman testified he handed his urine sample

to the lab technician.

No, he testified he handed it

to the corpsman.

The lab assistant handed it to the supervisor.

You skipped over how it got from the corpsman

to the lab assistant, which was the whole point

of this line of questioning... to create

the possibility of a break in the chain of custody.

That was your intention, Harm.

As far as I'm concerned, lab incompetence was never

at the center of this case.

Well, then, what was?

Please. The suspense is killing me.

Sir.

It's the Lipari court-martial, Admiral.

The yeoman failed his drug test, sir.

He insists a shipmate he beat at poker

spiked his tapioca with hashish.

There's no way for us to prove that, sir.

Did you communicate this to the Major?

I did, sir.

Major?

Not conclusively, sir.

Well, since you are the defense team

don't you think it would be

in the best interest of your client that you would agree?

I don't think that's going to happen on this one.

The Major and I just don't seem to see eye-to-eye.

Is that your opinion, Major?

It is, sir.

Okay. What's going on?

Well, sir, I don't think

we need to be overly concerned about it.

I mean, the Major and I are together a lot,

and there's bound to be a few bumps in the road

every once in a while.

And this would be one of them.

Yes, sir.

Seems to be, sir.

Hmm... that's very interesting,

because I just got authorization from Judge Chaidez

to have you both removed from the case.

Well, he wouldn't get an argument here, sir.

So I can send you both, as a team,

to the Arctic Ocean to conduct a JAGman investigation

aboard the submarine USS Watertown.

S-Sir...

Apparently, it strayed into Norwegian waters

and surfaced in the middle of a sailing regatta.

Watertown's claiming operational mishap.

Our Scandinavian allies,

tired of us skulking around their shoreline,

are a little more skeptical.

The Coast of Norway has some strategic significance

that the Pentagon is loathe to give up.

Sir... We're looking

for a defensible position.

Admiral...

Commander, I understand that you

had an assignment aboard the USS Tigershark.

Uh, yes, sir, before you arrived.

My partner at the time, Lieutenant Austin, and I

were assigned there to negotiate with a terrorist.

Tigershark is a Seawolf class, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Watertown is Los Angeles class.

Are you familiar with them?

No, sir.

Be prepared to do a lot of slouching.

Understood, sir.

Good.

Major, one caveat.

You'll be in tight quarters with 141 men.

Prepare yourself.

Sir, might I suggest you give that warning

to the crew of the Watertown?

I'm going to assume you two

can resolve your differences and move on.

Any reason for me to think otherwise?

No, sir. No, sir.

Good. That'll be all.

Aye, sir. Yes, sir.

Top bunk. Top bunk.

Tails.

Heads.

Leave the lingerie at home this time.

Oh, and, uh, I feel I should let you know:

the entire time we were down there

Lieutenant Austin suffered from claustrophobia.

I'm not Lieutenant Austin.

We'll see.

Skyhook One to USS Watertown, we have your pass.

Standing by for clearance.

Skyhook One, this is USS Watertower.

Tower is clear for delivery.

Stand by to receive.

Load away, Skyhook.

Watertown, they're all yours.

Moving through!

Harm?

Yeah? Ow.

Heads up.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Two-thirds

of the morning watch threw a puke party.

Both the navigational officer

and the bowplane operator went down.

Within minutes, Watertown had drifted

off track and depth.

By the time the XO could take control

and correct her back,

she was seriously off course.

How'd the men get sick, sir?

Chief Corpsman?

E. Coli, ma'am.

Bad meat?

Pancakes and hash browns, sir.

Any previous incidents, sir?

Negative.

You out of ink, Major?

Uh, a pencil would help, Skipper.

I've got a better idea.

XO, let Major MacKenzie

use your PDA.

Ever try one of these?

Personal Digital Assistant... Provides its own light.

You can take notes,

access data.

Even has an infrared transmitter,

so you can e-mail anywhere on the boat

using Watertown's internal communication system.

Uh, Commander Flagler, if the XO

needs this...

Ah...

I want you to thoroughly check out the veracity

of these accounts.

XO Eustis, myself...

every man on this boat is prepared to cooperate fully.

Yes, sir.

We'll get on it, Commander. Very good.

Every food stuff on board is either frozen,

freeze-dried, canned or packaged.

The quality control's like that on the space shuttle.

If there was contamination, it happened elsewhere.

What about unclean surfaces?

Ma'am, as I said, the sanitation regs

on a sub are unreal.

You know, you could perform an appendectomy on my countertops.

An infected crew member?

Everyone scrubs down before and after, sir.

I'm telling you, my galley's cleaner than the pope's nose.

Well, we're going to need more

than just your assurance, Chief.

Permission to speak freely.

On the record, Chief. Go ahead.

Go ahead, Chief Basilio.

Something's not right about Watertown.

In what way? She's spooked, ma'am.

Chief...

Look, sir, the vibe is bad.

Guys are getting sick and hurt all the time.

This week it's nausea.

Before that, the leading yeoman punctured an eardrum.

The same day, one of my mess cranks got scabies.

We had to strip and sterilize.

Took us 18 hours.

Now I get to do it again.

Look... you probably think I'm some Brooklyn bozo,

but I been a bubblehead for seven years

and I've never had an assignment like this.

I'm telling you, there's something wrong

when the Chief Corpsman's

is the hardest-working squid on the boat.

We'd just began

our fourth back-to-back patrol.

Didn't even have liberty.

When you have men working this close

for that long a period of time,

they develop a single consciousness.

If it's unhealthy

it can support spread of sickness, job injury,

and even depression.

Is it unhealthy?

I believe that was Chief Hodge's point, Mac.

I'm aware of the Chief's point.

I was looking for specifics.

The men are tired, ma'am.

Yeah, what about that?

Well, it's to be expected.

I mean, I'm busier than I should be,

but I don't think

there's any cause for alarm.

What can be done about it?

Nothing really, sir; but this is a great crew.

They're bulldogs.

There isn't a drill

these guys can't handle.

Are you okay, Major?

Yeah. I think I pinched something.

Doesn't surprise me.

It's the number one complaint around here...

All that bending and hunching.

Whoa.

Trust me, ma'am.

Been reading this book on reflexology.

It's...

very cool stuff.

Okay...

All right.

Oh...

I think it worked.

That's amazing.

Anything I can do for you, sir?

Can you make me shorter?

Commander Rabb and Major McKenzie,

report to the conn ASAP.

XO, make your depth 400 feet.

Make my depth 400 feet.

Aye, sir.

Maintain course 3-4-0.

Ten-degree down angle.

Make depth 400 feet.

All engines ahead full.

Maintain course 3-4-0, ten-degree down angle.

Make depth 400 feet; all engines ahead full.

Skipper?

Naval intelligence has located

what they believe to be an underwater missile facility

off the North Korean coast.

Watertown has just been deployed to the Sea of Japan.

Sir, the Major and I have enough

to file a preliminary report.

You can put us off at any point.

We're already under the Arctic ice, Commander.

You'll be riding the vents until we surface

on the other side..

We understand, sir.

Well, we don't put mints on your pillows here,

but we'll do our best to make your stay

as comfortable as we can.

Two of your officers have the flu, sir.

Well, have to be enlisted quarters then. I'm sorry.

We'll notify your Command of the situation,

and guarantee your safety.

Sir, how long do you expect this to take?

Shouldn't be more than a week, huh, sir?

15 days minimum.

Think of it this way.

You'll have time to complete your investigation.

XO...

All right, now...

Welcome to Hotel Shoehorn, ma'am.

Petty Officer First-Class Dirking at your service, Major.

Can I take your gear?

I'm fine.

Evening, sir.

I was just about to show off the visitor's suite.

How long is she bow to stern?

I'd say you have about four inches on her, sir.

Guess this would be yours, ma'am.

We're hot-bunking down here, Mac.

Two to a coffin.

Who is he?

Petty Officer Donahue, ma'am.

My turn.

Yeah.

Major...

that's the head.

Yes, Master Chief.

Well, you're going

to need instructions on what to do in there.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

That came out wrong.

Uh, you.. What I mean is

that the facilities on a submarine are, uh...

well, unique.

Think of it as a chamber within a chamber.

So your, when you've, uh...

concluded your business, then you'll have to stand

and open the saltwater inlet valve,

close it when it fills then open the flapper valve.

That's a cylinder with a hole in it,

that's located in the bottom of the receptacle itself.

Uh, turn it so that

the contents empty into the sanitary tank.

Uh, the thing is you're going to have to open it

into its smallest aperture first

because if the pressure in the sanitary tank's

higher than that in the toilet,

then the contents can blow back at you,

and, uh... anyway, um,

if you're turning the valve and you see bubbles,

then just stop and call the engineer.

Thanks for the instructions, Master Chief Crimins,

but at the moment,

I'm just using it to change.

Oh. Yes, ma'am.

What?

You're squirming.

My knees are in my face, Mac.

Give me a break.

For crying out loud.

Whoa. Sorry.

Wrong rack.

Just the compactor, Major.

Sorry about that.

Snap to!

Was this your idea, Petty Officer?

Standard procedure, ma'am.

Well, let me be as clear as I can.

While I'm aboard this boat, I expect you

and your shipmates to maintain the respect

due an officer.

If I find this lacking in any way,

I will haul you out the forward escape trunk

and feed your ass to the crabs!

Understood, ma'am.

Why you jumping all over me?

I had nothing to do with it.

No, you were just enjoying yourself.

Mac, they were just having fun.

You're the best thing to happen to this crew

in a month.

You consider disrespecting an officer "fun"?

I don't think this qualifies as disrespect.

Besides, pranks are common on a sub.

Oh, so it's my problem?

No, but you could take it easy.

I mean, lighten up.

I'll work on it.

You know what?

It's quite obvious

that we are not getting along,

so why don't we just agree to take it easy

on each other for the duration down here?

Then maybe this thing will work itself out.

I can do that.

Good.

I'll try to be more sensitive

and you try to be less.

You try to be more sensitive

and I won't have to be less.

You know what, Mac?

It is your problem.

No pulse!

Let him through!

All right, make a hole!

Go.

It's the emergency ballast line, sir!

XO, shut it down!

Aye, aye, sir!

It's EMBT line!

Sir!

So the Captain's air flask

provides HP, or high pressure air,

to the emergency main ballast tank blow head.

Yes, sir.

That allows us to force water

from the main ballast tanks for emergency surfacing.

Well, how much pressure

are we talking about, Master Chief?

4,500 pounds per square inch.

When coming through a hole that small,

it's like a laser beam.

Can pierce flesh like a needle.

It burst his vena cava, sir.

He was dead before he hit the deck.

Somehow, during maintenance,

the packing must have been nicked,

which eventually caused the fitting to blow.

Apparently, the nick was so small,

no one noticed it.

So you're saying it weakened over time. Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Towson was unlucky enough to be passing

when it gave way.

Sir, someone's got to bring this up.

Might as well be me.

We have a body on board.

Excuse me, sir,

but that body belonged to the Petty Officer Towson.

And as far as I'm concerned, he still has an identity.

I don't care for the tone, Chief.

All right! All right! Stand down, both of you.

Sir, I know I'm not handling this very well,

but something in the universe

must be out of whack.

This kid should not be dead.

I understand.

I'm scheduling a memorial service for 1600. I suggest

that we deal with our feelings at that time.

Yes, sir.

XO, what is your suggestion?

Burial at sea, sir.

I don't understand.

We can't surface.

Torpedo tubes, Mac.

I'm not doing that to his family.

Only under battle conditions would I even consider it.

No. We're bringing him back.

Order Chief Basilio to clear space from his freezer.

We'll bag Petty Officer Towson and store him there.

Defrosted food will be cooked and preserved with salt.

XO, come left heading 2-2-5.

All engines ahead full.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come left. Steer course 2-2-5. All engines ahead full.

Come left. Steer course 2-2-5.

All engines ahead full.

Sir, we have real ice cream aboard.

You arranged for it in port.

Thirds, Major?

No, thanks.

Commander?

No, I'm still good, thanks.

None for me, either, Gary.

Is the crew all set?

Yes, sir. They have plenty.

Doesn't seem very Christian, indulging ourselves like this

in the wake of a tragedy.

Any thoughts on why all this is happening, Skipper?

Medical emergencies, death of the Petty Officer?

Should I?

Well, the reason I asked, sir,

is your Corpsman, Chief Hodge, seems to think

it has to do with shared fatigue.

I wondered if you agreed with his thesis.

I respect the Chief's opinion.

As far as I'm concerned,

this is the finest 688 crew in the fleet.

They can handle the stress.

Have you considered bad vibes?

Bad vibes are the result of bad crews.

I'm talking about the boat itself, sir.

There are those who believe the Watertown is cursed.

What do you think, sir?

I think that's horse pucky.

Permission to enter, sir.

Granted.

Sir, I don't know how to say this.

One word at a time, Chief.

Sir, I've been concerned about Petty Officer Bluesteen.

He's the only member of the crew

who hasn't yet recovered.

Bluesteen, the mess cook?

Yes, sir. He's been running a 103 fever.

That's not treatable?

Of course, sir.

It's just that this morning, I noticed

some yellowing in his eyes so I took a blood test.

Now, don't tell me the man has jaundice.

Hepatitis A, sir. I'll need authorization

to quarantine him to the Corpsman's room, sir.

Surrounding areas will also have to be off-limits.

So, how is it spread?

Through uncooked food, sir.

You'll all need to be tested.

The wrong rack.

Mac, it's me.

I'm sorry, I can't sleep.

Well, I don't know any bedtime stories.

Listen to this:

I've been running everything over in my head, right?

And I was thinking back to when we were on the Hornet

and the possibility of ghosts and the like.

Now, I try to apply that to the Watertown

but I keep tripping over reality.

What do you mean?

Well, first off, the food-poisoning incident.

The Skipper told us

that the navigational watch took sick

before the XO could replace them.

But they all ate the same breakfast,

so how does the XO not get sick?

Well, maybe he didn't eat.

Why wouldn't he?

The nicked valve... Given the fact

that subs are obsessively maintained,

how does a nicked valve go undetected

in the time it would take for it to weaken?

Go on.

Hepatitis A... how does it appear aboard a vessel

where there's been no liberty for weeks?

When I was flying off the Seahawk

there was an outbreak... boatswain's mate picked it up in port.

The infection spread within days.

Watertown isn't spooked, Mac,

and the fatigue factor's irrelevant.

Well, then what is it?

Someone aboard this vessel

is deliberately trying to hurt the others.

I suggest you both lighten up on the bug juice.

First, my boat is cursed.

Now, there's a madman aboard.

Sir, I didn't say that.

Why else would an individual

with few ways of concealing his actions

and no possible means of escape,

try to infect or injure the others?

I don't know.

You damn well better.

You don't wake me up out of a dead sleep

and feed me this theory without knowing.

Understood?

Look, Skipper, let the Major and me poke around,

see if we can turn something up.

We can conceal it from the crew

by folding it into our investigation

of the sailboat incident.

You behind this, Major?

I trust the Commander implicitly, sir.

There's no one with better instincts.

He's right.

It makes no sense.

Where's the motive?

Acrimony, revenge, claustrophobic delusions...

take your pick.

I think I'm more comfortable with ghosts and curses.

Hey, Mac, with these space restrictions,

even the least aggressive crew member

is going to feel like killing somebody

at one point or another.

Can we do this somewhere else?

What, you want to go outside?

You know, if you're wrong about this,

we're going to be the most unpopular guests

at the party.

Well, as long as we dance together.

And you lead.

You know, Mac, I'm beginning to think

this is more than just a bump in the road.

You honestly resent me.

And you have no faith in me.

How did we get to this point anyway?

I guess we were due.

We have been on a honeymoon of late.

Are you saying this was inevitable?

I don't know, but I think maybe we should talk about it.

You know, there might be deeper issues.

I am not going there with you.

This is not a marriage, okay?

Well, you have a better idea?

Yeah, let's get through it.

We have an investigation to conduct.

That's it.

End of conversation.

No, you can tell me what you know

about laser communications.

Yeah...

Well, I'll take that to mean not much.

How were you able to get a signal through the ice, sir?

A P-3 out of Brunswick is circling at low altitude.

Radio watch tells me this reduces attenuation

of the signal.

The patrol plane then clean-beams it

to the nearest satellite.

Cool.

Listen, Bud,

I need you to check the records

of every crew member aboard the Watertown.

All right, sir, what am I looking for?

Aggressive behavior

a history of therapy...

anything that might suggest dysfunction.

You got it.

How is everything down there, sir?

That's to be determined, Lieutenant, but don't worry.

The Major and I are fine.

You know, I've never been on a sub.

What's it like?

Well, you can experience it firsthand, Bud.

I can?

Yeah. When you go home tonight throw out all your fresh

fruit and vegetables, put lube oil in your humidifier,

go to sleep on a shelf in your closet

and go to work before sunrise.

Is that Rabb?

Uh, yes, sir.

Listen, Bud,

if the Admiral asks what we're up to, just tell him...

Everything he wants to know.

Admiral. Sir.

How are you and the Major getting along?

We're working through it, sir.

Are you operating with the full endorsement of the Skipper?

Yes, sir.

You do anything

irregular or unlawful or ill-advised?

No, sir.

Uh-huh.

Carry on.

Aye, aye, sir.

Whew.

Sorry, guys, everyone has to be tested.

Whatever.

It's the second time in a week.

If we have to be stuck here, might as well do it.

Chief pulled me down here, is he going to get the other guys?

Is this will-call?

Mac, you can't ignore me.

We bump into each other every five feet.

What is it?

Come here.

I need some humoring on this theory of mine.

Of everyone we've met, what do you think

of Mess Chief Basilio as a suspect?

Too overt.

Mess Chief Crimins?

Too many years.

The XO?

My thoughts exactly.

Especially his lack of empathy toward the crew.

Yeah, and he was the only one

who didn't get sick on that watch.

What do we know about him?

Nothing yet.

Well, we could ply the Skipper for info.

Ah, it's too risky, Mac.

We could tip our hand, lose the support.

Then we go directly to the XO.

But you shouldn't go.

Well, the XO hates you.

You took his PDA.

No. The Skipper gave it to me.

I better go alone, Mac.

Fine.

Whatever.

I'll keep you in the loop.

You better get back in line.

Don't lose your place.

There you go.

Thought you might need a pick-me-up, Commander.

I carry a tablespoon of grounds

between my cheek and lower jaw.

All that caffeine doesn't make you irritable?

You bet.

And that's okay?

Sleep is not a primary consideration

aboard a submarine.

All personnel, particularly the command

have to maintain a high level of readiness.

It's far more important I be alert than nice.

What if you crash physically?

I don't.

XO, I'm going to need to ask you a question

about... the morning the watch took sick.

You want to know why I didn't.

Yeah, what about that?

I'm allergic to wheat.

Had a bowl of oatmeal instead of the pancakes.

What about not seeing the sailboats?

Now, that's a question I'd expect from an Airedale.

How'd you know I was a pilot?

Records check.

We're in the dark down here.

No moonlight... Can't take star fixes.

You got sonar.

You can't hear a sailboat unless it has its motor running.

Anyway, there were only a few of us

and we were keying on large undersea targets like reefs.

Don't imagine you see many of those

at 15,000 feet.

Depends on your air supply.

It's a different world.

Yeah, I'm wondering about all this water pressure...

If it gets to you after a while.

What does that mean?

Well, if you're upset about something,

could exacerbate the problem; push you over the edge.

We're too well-trained for that.

Everybody's human, Commander.

Profound.

Anything else before I kick you out?

Yeah. What happens when you eat wheat, anyway?

I grow fangs.

Nothing jumps out at me, sir,

and I've reviewed each file at least twice.

Bud, what did you dig up on the XO?

He's clean, sir.

No dings as far as I can see.

In fact, all of these records are outstanding.

The, uh, the Chief Corpsman was honored

with a distinguished service medal

on his last tour with the frigate Sterling.

He's credited with saving the lives of 12 crewmen

stricken with Legionnaire's disease.

Uh, Commander Flagler received a legion of merit award for...

Wait a minute, Bud, go back to the Chief Corpsman.

There was an outbreak aboard the Sterling?

Yes, sir.

Tell me what else is in his record.

Uh, he served time at Bethesda...

Hmm. That's interesting.

What?

Well, he was commended for stabilizing a ward of patients

who had developed a serious bacterial infection.

That would be three epidemics in a row.

Talk about your coincidences.

Bud, I need a psyche eval on Chief Hodge.

We're not authorized to obtain those

unless Chief Hodge is under investigation, sir.

Consider him under investigation, Bud.

Yes, sir.

Can I ask where you're going with this, sir?

To the Corpsman's room.

Take care, Lieutenant.

Sir...

this area is off-limits.

Well, I hope you don't mind.

I borrowed some rubber gloves.

Of course, but you, uh, shouldn't have taken the risk.

Oh, there's no risk.

I've been around hepatitis before.

Can't catch it in the air, can you?

Where are yours?

That's a good point.

You know, I've been so busy, I forgot.

Is there, uh, something you need to know, sir?

Well, for starters,

you can tell me where your patient is.

He's in the auxiliary machinery room.

I need this space to work.

How's he doing?

He's better.

His fever's almost gone.

You know, sir, um...

I don't believe I did a blood test on you.

No, not yet.

Well, why don't we do that

now that you're here?

I've been talking to the crew about you.

They, uh, they speak very highly.

Well, why is that, sir?

They consider you a miracle worker.

I believe one of them called you a "water-walker."

I've seen some of the evidence, too.

I make my share of mistakes, sir.

Yeah? Like the Ipecac syrup in the pancake mix?

I'm sorry?

Ipecac.

My mother used to keep a bottle in the medicine cabinet,

in case I swallowed poison.

Induces vomiting, right?

That would be correct, sir.

Can you explain this?

Yeah. I ran out.

Apparently.

This is Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

I'd like Major MacKenzie to come to the Corpsman's room ASAP.

I'm aware of the quarantine.

Chief Hodge has made an exception

for investigative purposes.

Sir, you're not accusing me of intentionally making

these men sick, are you?

I'd like to see Petty Officer Bluesteen, Chief, so...

Can't let you go in there, sir.

Is that because Petty Officer Bluesteen

doesn't have hepatitis, Chief?

The Petty Officer is very ill, sir.

Oh, I don't doubt that.

Let me read you something, Chief.

"MBP, also called Munchausen By Proxy.

"A dangerous form of maltreatment

"in which caretakers...

"often mothers of small children...

"exaggerate, fabricate or actually cause

"physical or psychological illness in others.

"Central purpose of this behavior is to gain attention,

including some form of internal gratification for themselves."

All this time, I've been looking

for someone trying to hurt the crew

when I should have been concentrating on the person

who was trying to help them.

This is the Captain.

We've just crossed under the North Pole.

My congratulations

to Lieutenant Commander Rabb and to Major MacKenzie.

You are now officially bluenoses.

This is a sedative, sir.

It'll help you deal with the pain.

All right...

All right, let me look at it.

Come on, let me look at it.

Okay, sir.

You have a herniated larynx.

Can you speak?

Now, easy, easy, easy.

Don't strain yourself. It'll only make it worse.

I don't like to worry my patients, sir,

but I think it's only fair

that you fully understand the circumstances.

Your injury will require an invasive procedure.

Now, sir,

I want you to know I have operated while underway,

aboard the Sterling.

The Quartermaster was having trouble passing a kidney stone,

and after two days

of treating his pain, I was given permission to remove it.

He couldn't thank me enough.

When we landed in port,

he wanted to buy me a woman for the night.

Of course,

throat surgery is far riskier.

I'll have to be honest with you, sir.

Given the minimal equipment

and the lack of surgical personnel,

I... I can't guarantee survival.

Ma'am.

Glad you're here, ma'am.

Should I be here?

The danger's over, ma'am,

but we have, uh, another problem.

The Commander's been injured.

Harm, what happened?

He damaged his larynx, ma'am.

He can't speak.

Why is he drugged?

The Meperidine's for the pain.

He came down to get his blood taken

and afterwards, he went out to the head,

and I heard a noise in the passageway

and I found him on the deck, holding his throat.

My guess is

he tripped over a knee-knocker

and fell onto the equipment.

Commander's been negotiating ships all his adult life.

He doesn't trip over knee-knockers.

Ma'am, I didn't want to make an accusation I couldn't prove,

but I did see a crew member disappear around the corner

after it happened.

Now, it's possible

that Commander Rabb could have been attacked.

Did you see his face?

I'm afraid I didn't.

Harm, were you attacked?

Yeah? Who was it?

He thinks you can help us.

I'm sorry.

Why did he want me down here?

He didn't say, ma'am.

He knows something.

Better report this

to the Skipper, ma'am.

Well, the Skipper has trouble with our theories.

I need your testimony.

We'll do it together.

Yes, ma'am.

You're going to be safe down here, Harm.

I'll ask the Captain to post a guard.

You know this crew, Chief.

Give me some suspects.

I'd be speculating, ma'am.

I'm just going to ask him some questions.

Well... you know, actually,

there is someone who comes to mind.

Seaman Garabedian?

Yes, ma'am.

Has a mold allergy and a spastic colon.

That doesn't help me, Chief.

Oh... sorry, ma'am.

Uh, he's tall, he's got bad skin.

Kind of cranky and he never smiles.

Is he capable of hurting someone?

We all are, ma'am...

under the right circumstances.

I've got mail.

We should get going, huh?

Oh, if I may, Major...

You have a lash in your left eye.

Oh! What is that?

Just ammonia, ma'am.

I can flush that for you.

It's only gonna get worse.

You're going to need my help.

I need help!

I need help here.

Coming, Major.

Ah, Harm... Hodge blinded me with ammonia.

I can't see.

Harm!

Major, you all right?

Major?

Now, you do realize

you are not helping yourself by resisting treatment.

The longer this goes on,

the greater you risk permanent loss of vision.

Harm, are you okay?

Oh, God.

Relax, ma'am, just relax.

This won't take long.

The last thing I wanted was to lose you.

I had the same problem with Petty Officer Bluesteen.

I mean, what can I say?

If you people work against me,

how am I supposed to make you better?

You know, it used to be

that I'd lose sleep over my patients.

Now I... I know I can't save everyone.

It's a hard reality

but I know I'll be the stronger for it.

You do understand, the three of you

will be sharing a ride home.

It's all right, Skipper.

I have a few questions for Chief Corpsman Hodge.

This has been the damnedest thing.

I requested the man, you know?

Heard how he'd gotten his dolphins in record time.

Interviewed him for two hours.

The man impressed the hell out of me.

He had everybody fooled, Commander.

I lost two men.

The Navy did not give me this command

so I could be fooled.

No, sir, they gave it to you so you could lead.

That's why the Watertown will be the first

American submarine to enter the red zone.

Well... thank you for pointing that out, Major.

A healthy dose of self-criticism

is always useful

but we should never underestimate our support.

No, sir.

Well...

you two are quite a team.

You always work this well together?

Yeah, when he lets me do the talking.