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Engineering, this is the X.O.

We're experiencing
power interruptions

throughout the ship.

What the hell is going on?!

Engineering says

it's an electrical
power supply problem.

We got Tomcats that
need to launch now.

Main control,
what is our status?

Automatic power
shutdown, Skipper.

We can't get her back online.

What about auxiliary
power, Commander?

It seems to have
shut down as well.

I have one of our tech reps

helping me check
it out now, sir.

It's not supposed to do this.

Just get us back
online, Yarborrough.

I got it.

Give us full power.

What's happening, Commander?

We have major
engineering casualty

with injuries, sir.

Turbine steam line rupture.

Don't move! Get
off-line on that valve now!

I, Bud J. Roberts
Jr., do solemnly swear

that as a member of
the bar of this court,

I will demean myself uprightly

and according to the law.

And that I will support
the Constitution

of the United States of America.

And that I will support
the Constitution

of the United States of America.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Congratulations,

Lieutenant.

Good work, Bud.

It's a mishap investigation.

The U.S.S. Coral Sea

is member of a battle group

in the Gulf enforcing
a no-fly zone.

Last night, she experienced
a major engineering casualty

that resulted in injuries

and left the ship unable
to carry out flight operations

for several hours.

We're going to the Gulf, sir?

The Major and the Commander are.

You, uh... you
have your own case.

"Conduct unbecoming"?

Chief Warrant Officer was
caught relieving himself in public.

Good luck.

Hey, it's your first
case as a lawyer, Bud.

Defending the urinator.

Hey, you can always
try pee-bargaining.

Sir.

Don't listen to him, Bud.

Just remember, there
are no small cases,

only small bladders.

Et tu, brute, Major?

Tiner.

Who's that with the Admiral?

That's Lieutenant
Sherkston, sir.

They seem to be pretty close.

Actually, he stole
the Admiral's car.

What?

It was several years ago, ma'am.

Apparently, Lieutenant
Sherkston was

a bit of a juvenile
delinquent in his youth,

and the Admiral agreed
not to press charges

if Sherkston joined the Navy.

Which he did.

The Admiral became

a sort of mentor
to the Lieutenant,

and Lieutenant Sherkston's

sort of like the son
the Admiral never had.

Well, I guess that makes
you the son he never wanted.

Very funny.

Rabb.

Hi.

Hey. How are you?

Hmm, never thought I'd
be so happy to be home.

How's Dar-lin?

Well, she's been placed with a
foster family, pending adoption.

I look in on her a
couple times a week.

She probably won't remember
me, Harm, but would you say hi?

Oh, she remembers you, Terri.

You're the nice lady

who bought her the
pancake breakfast.

Right.

I seem to remember you
wolfing down your share.

Is she okay? Really?

She's as well as can be expected

considering how severely
abused she's been,

and the fact that everyone
she's ever loved is dead.

Make me a promise, Harm.

What's that?

That child can make it.

She's got strength.

We don't want to waste her life.

Find a way to make it okay.

You don't ask much, do you?

I've got the right man.

Listen, call me sometime

when you don't need something.

I'll do that.

These are nice
digs you got here, sir.

Yeah, if you like
maritime museums.

Comes with the job.

You know, it seems like forever

since you've been stateside.

18 months.

How long you in town for?

Don't know, sir.

Probably just a couple of days.

Shelley and Rachel here?

No, sir. They're at
Shelley's parents' house.

Shelley sends her love.

Listen, Admiral,
I was wondering,

if you're not too busy,

maybe you'd let me
buy you lunch today.

Uh... no.

No? No.

I've got a lunch meeting
with the SECNAV...

Lord knows not by choice...

Um, but I am free tomorrow.

I can't tomorrow, sir.

I got to be at Bethesda
tomorrow morning

for a damn physical at 1100.

Those old war wounds
giving you trouble again?

No.

Nah, it's just some bug
I picked up a while back.

It's nothing serious, but you
know health care overseas

leaves something to be desired.

Hell, you know SEALS, sir.

I'm not seeing any
doctor unless I got

a bone poking through my skin.

I hear you.

Yeah.

Shelley's been bugging me
for weeks to see somebody.

Sometimes, I think
it's almost worth it

to let some doctor
put his finger up my six

if it'll get her off my back.

Hey, I tell you what.

How about my
place tomorrow night?

Nothing fancy...
Lots of cold beer

and some Texas chili.

No beans. No beans.

Oh, yes, sir.

As you know from
your last time aboard,

we're here to enforce
the no-fly zone.

Which is extremely difficult

when I cannot get
planes into the air.

Is there some sort of problem
with the auxiliary power, sir?

Everything went down.

This is a warship, Major.

She doesn't run
well on batteries.

X.O.! I'm on it, Skipper!

We'll wrap the investigation
up as quickly as possible, sir.

You do that.

Yes, sir.

It's like having a bad sunburn.

The ruptured line wasn't
superheated steam,

or I'd be a dead man.

The doctor assures
me that my burns

are mostly first
and second-degree,

so I guess I won't
be going home.

So there was no forewarning
this pipe was going to burst?

No, sir.

They'd shut down two
turbines to run some tests,

and when they
fired them back up,

that's when the
failure occurred.

First the steam pipe went,

then all hell broke loose.

It took us almost two hours

even to get partial power.

I thought the Skipper
was going to kill somebody.

Who or what
exactly was at fault?

Hell, I can't say, Major.

One of our civilian tech reps,
Yarborrough, was running

some tests on the system.

It might have been
caused by something he did.

But truth to tell, we've
been having trouble

with the control system
for some time now.

What sort of trouble?

Well, lockouts, system
crashes, false alarms.

I mean, the system
was definitely due

for a recalibration.

I mean, even aircraft
carriers have to be tuned

from time to time,
especially nowadays.

We're undermanned.
We're underfunded.

If it ain't broke,
we don't fix it.

If it is broke, we only
fix it if we have to.

What's your impression of
this tech rep, Yarborrough?

He's okay.

That's hardly a glowing
review, Commander.

Don't get me wrong,
Major, he's a smart guy.

Unfortunately, he likes
to remind you of that.

I know this ship's
electrical system

better than anyone.

I was an electrician's
mate for ten years.

You were in the Navy?

Why'd you leave?

The food stinks, the hours
suck and the pay's pathetic.

Well, here you are,
back on board, huh?

I was sent here by my company,

at about five times Navy pay,

to upgrade the
electrical system,

and that's what
I'm attempting to do.

So when did you first notice
there was a problem, sir?

The problem existed before
my arrival, Commander.

That's why I was brought in.

It's an old ship.

Her systems are outdated.

Navy's constantly upgrading

and retrofitting
our systems, sir.

Yeah, but even you know
how that works, Commander.

The upgrades take forever
to be approved and funded.

Then there's a lengthy
implementation schedule.

By the time a ship
gets retrofitted,

the upgrade technology
itself is antiquated.

Besides,

my electrical upgrades
wouldn't rupture a steam line

or cause a water main to burst.

Well, they still may have

disabled this ship,
Mr. Yarborrough.

Look, I was running
some diagnostics,

as per a schedule approved
by the X.O. and the Skipper.

I warned them of the
possibility of power interruptions.

A power interruption
is one thing.

An entire ship going dark
in a hostile environment,

well, that's something
else, isn't it?

I think I know what your
point is, Commander.

The Navy wants to save face.

I'm a tech rep... a civilian...

And if anyone's going
to be blamed for this,

it's going to be me.

No one's looking
to cast blame, sir.

I'm just trying to find
out what happened.

This is my partner,
Major MacKenzie.

She's aiding

in the mishap investigation.

Major.

Nice to meet you.

The fact that such
an accident occurred

is in itself proof that I'm not
at fault here, Commander.

Well, how do you figure that?

The entire system

is falling apart.

Hell, they were already
down several generators

by the time I came on board.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I still have more
questions, sir.

Well, they're just going to
have to wait, Commander,

unless you want to
do them in the dark.

I have a power
distribution panel to fix.

Major.

The word "smug" comes to mind.

We'd taken two turbines
off-line to run diagnostics

when the mishap occurred.

The steam line was bad enough,

but the waterline
shorted everything out.

It'll be a few days before

everything's up
and running again.

So this is where
the pipe ruptured?

Yes. It appeared

to have been eaten through

by something highly corrosive.

Where is that pipe
now, Commander?

We put it in here
until we can unload it

onto another ship
for proper disposal.

I've asked one of our tech reps

to let you inspect
it, Commander.

I'm going to need
to look at that.

I'm Lieutenant Commander
Rabb with the JAG Corps.

We're conducting a
mishap investigation.

I'm John Newman.

My company handles the
hazardous materials contract.

This isn't something you want to
mess around with, Commander.

Looks pretty eaten
through, Harm.

Careful.

When was the last time

that line was
inspected, Commander?

It's inspected daily.

Well, somebody must
have overlooked it, then.

Oh, no, that's impossible.

I did a visual inspection

on that whole system
that morning myself.

Well, maybe it wasn't
corroded in the morning.

It couldn't have degenerated

to that level in a
matter of hours, Mac.

Well, it could if the acid
was strong enough. Harm...

Harm, it's burning!

Just keep your
fingers dry, Major.

Come and see me tomorrow.

You going to be okay?

I won't be playing the
piano anytime soon.

Well, I've heard you play,
Mac, it's probably for the best.

Commander Bradley said there
was a mishap in the hazmat room?

Yes, sir. The steam pipe that
ruptured in the turbine room

was eaten away by
some sort of corrosive.

May also have
damaged the water pipes,

not to mention
the Major's fingers.

You okay, Major?

Yes, sir.

What do you use acid
for on the ship, X.O.?

Batteries,
cleaning... It depends.

What kind of acid
are we talking about?

A very concentrated corrosive.

X.O. your presence is
requested on the bridge, ASAP.

Repeat, X.O. to the bridge.

X.O. to the bridge.

I'm on my way up from Sick Bay.

Something wrong, X.O.?

Looks like we might have
a rumble in the no-fly zone.

You're welcome to join me
on the bridge, Commander.

Go.

You sure you'll be okay?

Yeah. I'll catch
up with you later.

Thanks.

X.O. on the bridge.

Picked up a couple
MiGs in the no-fly zone.

Twin bogeys, eight miles,

040,

opposite course high.

I got them, Razor.

I see 'em.

2:00 high. Break right.

Confirm Iraqi. I'm
coming around.

We got a lock, Razor.

I'm taking the shot.

Fire fox one.

Yee-haw! Direct hit.

He's going down.

Splash one MiG.

Bogey Two's got
us locked, Slider.

I'm shaking him.

Get him off our six, Slider.

He's firing.

Missile incoming!

Popping flares!

Continue break, Slider.

Hang on, Cuz.

I'm coming around behind you.

He's at 6:00 low, jinking left.

Reverse your break.

Flame out! Compressor stall!

I'm restarting.

Hang on and come up shooting.

Restarting.

Engine's good.

Reengaging.

Got tone and lock.

I got him! I got him!

Fox two! Fox two!

That's a hit!

Direct hit! We got 'em!

Hot shooting, Slider.

Viper Magic, this
is Slamdance 112.

Two hard kills,
band and splashed.

We're coming home.

You were good, weren't you?

Still am.

Flight status is still current.

Harm, even if your
fairy godmother

landed on that deck and
gave you back your night vision,

what do you think you would do?

I know it's hard,

and I know that you love to fly,

but you can never return
to an active squadron.

Even if it was
physically possible, you...

you're just, you're too...

Old?

No.

You're too far along
in your new career.

And you're too important at JAG.

It would be a step backwards.

I'm sorry.

But you left this world, Harm.

You can never go back.

It was never my choice to leave.

Mr. Newman?

Major.

This damn machine
just ate my ATM card.

Doesn't anything aboard
this scrap heap work?

Sorry.

How's your hand?

It's okay.

Um, can I ask you a question?

If you buy me a cup of coffee.

Deal.

What sort of acid could
have eaten through that pipe

in such a short period of time?

Well, we'll know a lot better

when we get it back to our
facility and we get a chance

to look at it, but
my best guess is

some sort of spontaneous
metal dissolver.

What's it used for?

Can't answer that.

Why not?

Well, that would
be two questions.

You said you were
going to ask one.

It's a liquid torch.

You use it whenever
an open flame

would be inappropriate.

You put a bead of SMD on a weld,

it's going to eat right
through the metal.

So where would
something like that be kept?

Welding shop, hangar bay.

Should be kept with
Hazardous Materials,

but they get pretty
sloppy with it.

Then I come in and
clean up the mess.

They gave me prunes and
porridge for breakfast today.

Do you want me
to talk to the doctor?

Like it'd do any good.

Am I interrupting?

How are you, Shelley?

I'm good, sir.

"Sir." Name's A.J.

It's good to see you, A.J.

Good to see you, too.

Oh, my word.

Is this Rachel?

Well, they do grow up fast, huh?

Hey, you.

Hi, Uncle A.J.! Hey!

Shh, Rachel.

We're in a hospital.

Sorry.

Look at you.

Rachel and I are going
to go to the cafeteria

and see if that food gets
any better with age, so...

Okay.

I'll see you later, A.J.

I take it Shelley
called you, sir.

Can you believe this?

I come in for a
wellness checkup.

Do I look sick to you, sir?

No.

Of course not.

I lost more blood today
to those damn nurses

than I did when I
got shot in Kuwait.

For what?

You know, to tell
me I drink too much,

I need to eat less red meat.

You go take Daddy
his surprise, okay?

Don't let the nurses see you.

Okay.

Smells like French fries.

Shh.

So, um...

what-what kind of
tests are they running?

He didn't tell you?

Well, he said they didn't know.

They're pretty sure it's
some form of leukemia.

Cuz and I reefed it too hard.

We came this freakin' close
to buying it in a flat spin.

This is where I hung on
and we came up blazing.

Fired one right up his
six with the Vulcans

rattling him for good measure.

It was real, gentlemen.

Here comes the money shot.

You can run but you cannot hide.

Yeah, that's got to hurt.

You got that right.

Hey.

Why'd you walk away?

I don't like what I see, Harm.

I'm starting to worry about you.

Mac, I was just listening.

I know what it's like

to long for something
you can never have.

And if you don't let it
go, it can consume you.

What are you talking about?

Well, first it was
finding your father,

and then it was
defending Roscoe,

now it's the little girl.

What's next, flying?

It's like you keep replacing
one obsession with another.

That is not true.

No?

I see it in your eyes, Harm,

whenever you're
around pilots and jets.

It seems like you're
happiest when you're flying.

Maybe I am.

More than being a lawyer?

I know why you
don't want me to fly.

Just afraid of losing me.

Maybe.

Then maybe I'm just
afraid you'll lose yourself.

How's it look?

Fine.

Oh! Jeez!

I'm sorry. Let me
help you with that.

No, eh, just... back off.

We're a warship

whose mission it is
to keep the peace.

The irony of that situation
would be almost humorous,

if our job wasn't so
damn dangerous.

But the threat to
my ship and my crew

is very real, Commander.

Every minute of every day

and on top of it, I have
an electrical problem

nobody seems to be able to fix.

And now you come
in here and you tell me

I may have a saboteur
on board my vessel.

Sir, it's a possibility.

It could also be merely
an act of vandalism, cap.

Vandalism.

We're not talking about somebody
toilet-papering my weather deck.

Sir, I realize the
severity of the situation.

Captain, as you're well-aware,

funding is down,
recruitment is down,

yet our operations
remain the same.

You're a couple of hundred
men and women short

on this cruise, so the
personnel we do have

have to work harder,
faster, longer...

Your point, Commander?

Most of your crew

are under 21, sir.

They're just kids.

They get homesick,
cabin fever... lonely.

Sir, I know we do what we can

to alleviate the problem,
but every once in a while,

it gets to be too
much for one of them.

So in an act of
desperation, sir,

they do one of two things:

They hurt themselves

or they hurt the ship.

In the end, the goal
is always the same...

They get sent home.

Well, find who's
responsible, Commander,

and I promise to send
him home... in a body bag.

Are you accusing
me of sabotage, sir?

Our investigation suggests
that somebody deliberately

damaged the pipes
in that turbine room.

Possibly it was an attempt

to force this ship
to return to port.

And you think that
someone was me, sir?

Or maybe it was
somebody you know.

Why would I do something
that could kill me, sir?

I'll admit that sometimes
it's not what I expected,

and there's days that I'd
rather be someplace else,

but I take my
job seriously, sir.

I would never do
anything to jeopardize that.

I swear to it, sir.

Do you know anybody
who might feel differently?

No, sir.

Sure, some of the
guys bitch a little

but that goes with the job.

I'm sure even the Skipper
complains sometimes,

Commander.

You're not going to tell
him I said that, are you, sir?

No. I'm sure
you're right, though.

We have a good crew, sir.

We don't always get along,

and sometimes we ride
each other pretty hard,

but we take pride in what we do

and we get the
job done, especially

when the going gets tough.

I don't know who
caused that trouble,

but I know who fixed it.

This crew, sir.

Look, Seaman...

think back.

The day of the mishap.

Did anybody say anything

that might suggest
that they were...

ticked off about something?

No, sir. Not really.

"Not really"?

Like I said, some of the guys,

we ride each other
and talk a little trash.

One of the guys got a
little peeved at a tech rep

who was badmouthing the
way we were doing things,

but it was really nothing.

There was a tech
rep in the turbine room

the day of the mishap?

At the beginning of
my watch. Yes, sir.

His name wasn't
Yarborrough, was it?

No, sir.

I think his name was Newman.

Lieutenant Roberts.

Bud, it's Harm.

I need a favor... I'm faxing
you a list of personnel.

I want you to run
background checks.

Uh, you got it.

What am I looking for?

Anything suspicious.

Also, Bud, I need
you to get a copy

of the ship's alpha roster.

Check the names against
the pro-Iraqi/Arab hot sheets.

See if you can come
up with something.

And don't leave out this
list of civilian tech reps

that I'm sending you...
Especially a one John Newman.

"Newman." Will do, sir.

So, uh, how's your first
case going, anyway?

Good. I have a, uh...

affidavit from a
Bethesda urologist,

which shows that my
client suffers from prostatitis.

Well, sounds like you nipped
this one in the bud, Bud.

Uh, thank you, sir.

I think.

How's life aboard the carrier?

You know, it's the Coral Sea.

If you like
ear-piercing machinery,

the smell of jet fuel,

and sharing the head
with 12 other guys...

Yeah, I miss it
myself sometimes, sir.

Well, I will get

this information to you ASAP.

Thanks, Bud.

Bye-bye.

May I help you, ma'am?

Um, I'm looking for
Admiral Chegwidden's office.

That's right this way.

Yes?

Admiral, Mrs. Sherkston's
here to see you, sir.

Send her in.

Shelley, what's the matter?

He wants to check himself out.

Well, he can't do that.

The Navy will tell him
when he can leave.

I know, but he's refusing
to let them treat him.

They said that he needs

some chemotherapy and a
possible bone marrow transplant.

But I know he'll
never go for it.

I had to beg for a whole week

just to get him
into this checkup.

I knew he was sick, A.J.

Ever since he came
back from the Gulf,

he's had something wrong.

I'll talk to him.

He told me to
keep you out of this.

I already got in
trouble for calling you.

He didn't even want you to know.

Why not?

He doesn't want to
be weak in front of you.

He's not weak; he's just scared.

There's a difference.

Doing something
when you're scared

is what courage is all about.

Sharky... he's one of
the bravest guys I know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey...

He'll get through this.

So will you. We all will.

Hey.

Hi.

How's the hand doing?

Itchy.

That's a good sign.

Well, it means it's healing.

So I just spoke
to Seaman Hollis.

He tells me that Newman
was in the turbine room

a few hours before the mishap.

So what?

"So what?"

It goes to opportunity.

Harm, his job is to remove
contaminated waste.

Yeah, well, how much
contaminated waste is there

in an engineering room, Mac?

I don't know. Ask him.

Oh, I plan to.

I think you're chasing
the wrong bogey, Flyboy.

If anyone is behind
this, it's Yarborrough.

Yarborrough's a geek, Mac.

Yeah, a disgruntled
former Navy geek

who likes to prove that he's
smarter than everyone else.

Look, he creates problems
and then he fixes them...

Kind of like a fireman
who torches a building

just so that he can put it out.

Dinner for a week
says it's Newman.

Buying or making?

Buying.

Then you're on.

Nothing personal, but, um...

that last meat loaf
you made was nasty.

Are you dogging Harm's
special meatless meat loaf?

Let's put it this way:

If you were to make the
Harmon special on this ship

they'd have to unload
it with the toxic waste.

Wow. That's a little
harsh, don't you think?

If you didn't like it,
you could just say

"I don't like your
meat loaf, Harm."

You don't have to be insulting.

Sheesh.

Houston, you have a problem.

Master Control,
this is Nav Bridge.

What's going on down there?

What the hell is going on?

We're experiencing
power interruptions

on the bridge, Commander.

We've got an
engineering casualty, sir.

Looks like another
generator shutdown.

How long will it take to fix?

I don't know, sir. I've got to
find the trouble source first.

Well, make it quick, Commander.

We've got a Tomcat section
trapping in 20 minutes.

Aye, aye, sir.

Somebody find
Yarborrough! Aye, aye, sir!

What's going on, sir?

We've got fire alarms going off

in the ammo locker
and wardroom galley

and a flood alarm
in enlisted berthing.

Engineering casualty. Possibly
another generator failure.

Can we get the main
generators back on-line?

We're trying, sir, but the
power distribution system

keeps shutting them down.

Those Tomcats are
gonna need landing lights.

Let's shut down all
nonessential power circuits.

Aye, aye, sir.

Firefly, this is the Skipper.

We've got power failures

that may interfere
with our landing system.

I want the landing crew

to wheel the portable
mirrors out on deck ASAP.

On the flight deck, man up for
incoming emergency landing.

Set all decks in foam.

All nonessential personnel
report below decks ASAP.

What are they waiting for?

In Coral Sea,
this is the Captain.

Because of ongoing problems

in the ship's electrical system,

we will be going dark

in all nonessential areas

to let the engineers
troubleshoot.

Crew movement will be
restricted to duty section only.

Standard operating procedure.

Sorry. We're all shut down
till the power comes back on.

Open the safe.

What's this, a drill?

Does this look like a drill?

On the flight deck, all flight
deck personnel stand by.

Our warning panel is lit
up like a Christmas tree.

We can't find the
problem, Skipper.

We're getting false readings...

Even my fire alarms...

I... I don't know what
the problem is, sir.

Communications
are breaking up, too.

You got 60 seconds to
find it and fix it, Commander.

I got Tomcats that are going

to start dropping out of the
sky if they don't land soon.

Aye, aye, sir.

Scramble the crash crew.

I'll alert the pilots.

Firefly, this is the X.O.

Ready alert crash and
rescue for incoming aircraft.

Slamdance 112,
this is Viper Magic.

We're experiencing
power problems.

Stand by for landing
clearance, over.

Copy that, Viper.

Go-go, let's take a
walk around the block.

X.O., You've got
an emergency call

from disbursing.

This is the X.O.

We got a major
problem here. Wh-What?

You're breaking up.

Say again.

When?!

Was anybody hurt?

No. Lock it down.

We'll send a security
party down there.

An aircraft mechanic just
ripped off the disbursing office.

Emptied the vault.

Rough estimate is he got
over a million dollars in cash.

Officer of the deck,

send a security guard force

to the disbursing office.

Aye, aye, sir.

How do you know it
was an aircraft mechanic?

He was in squadron
flight deck gear.

Probably as a disguise.

Sir, these electrical problems

were a diversion.

He knew that you'd be forced

to shut down
non-essential power.

Including the alarm
system in disbursing.

Yarborrough.

The tech rep.

If this joker
ripped off my ship,

how the hell was he planning
to get away with the money?

I'll ask him, sir.

Somebody turn off
those damn alarms.

Give me a hand.

Well, looks like I was
right about Yarborrough.

So, where are you
taking me for dinner?

If it is Yarborrough,
he isn't working alone.

This is not a drill.
Man overboard.

Starboard side.

Man overboard. Starboard side.

Where are you going?

Following a hunch.

Roger, Firefly, this
is SAR 1; we're away.

MacKENZIE: Mr. Yarborrough?

Hello. This is Major MacKenzie.

Hello?

Viper Magic, this
is Slamdance 112.

My fuel state is
approaching bingo.

Please advise, over.

Bradley, I got one
man in the water.

I do not want four more.

I need landing lights
and I need them now.

I don't care if you got to get
down there with a flashlight.

We're trying, sir.

Don't try. Just do it.

Aye, sir.

Oh... thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Firefly, this is the Skipper.

You are clear to
bring them home.

111, 112, deck is
green, clear approach.

111, Ball, Tomcat 1.2.

Mr. Newman.

Commander.

Working late?

I wouldn't touch
that if I were you.

Why not?

It's dangerous.

Really? More dangerous

than sabotaging the
steam lines, Mr. Newman?

More dangerous than
robbing an aircraft carrier?

What are you talking about?

You were in the turbine room
a few hours before the mishap.

You sabotaged

the steam lines
and the water pipes.

Yarborrough disabled

the electrical system

and you robbed the ship.

I think the fumes are
getting to you, Commander.

Well, you won't mind if I
take a look, then, will you?

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave for your own safety.

Our rescue helo just pulled
Yarborrough from the water.

Yarborrough was
dressed as a crewman.

What was he doing on the deck?

Maybe he was trying
to hide the money?

Well, he didn't do
a very good job.

There was money in the water.

What now?

Sir, there's a fire in hazmat.

You might be able to
confine me to this room,

but you're not giving me
any more shots... I mean it.

I'm sorry, would...
would you excuse us?

Thank you.

So, what's going
on here, Lieutenant?

I'm trying to get
out of here, sir.

I'm supposed to report
to Coronado on Friday.

You need to let these doctors
help you before you go anywhere.

Help me? They're not helping me.

I'm fine.

Sharky...

you have Leukemia.

Says who?

Says the doctors?

Says Shelley?

Every time I get the sniffles,

Shelley's crying
Gulf War Syndrome.

Sharky...

you do have a disease,

and if you let it go
untreated, it will kill you.

I'm not afraid of dying, sir.

Never would have
become a SEAL if I was.

So, uh... what
are you afraid of?

Nothing.

Hmm.

Not afraid of leaving
Shelley without a husband?

Rachel without a father?

'Cause that's exactly
what's going to happen

if you refuse this treatment.

The treatment doesn't work, sir.

I know.

My old man died of
cancer when I was eight.

He had the operations
and the chemotherapy,

and the freakin' radiation
treatments for what?

He still died.

He was 80 pounds

when he died.

The only thing
the treatments did

was take away his
dignity and his will to fight.

If I'm going to die, sir, it's
going to be in the line of duty.

Well, you're not going
back to active duty

until you beat this thing.

Well, then, I guess I'm
resigning my commission, sir.

'Cause I'm not staying here.

Fine.

Fine.

I'll make a few calls, have
you discharged within the hour.

All you got to
do is ring the bell.

Just like all those whining,
bawling mama boys

that dropped out
of SEAL training.

Remember, Sharky?

Donuts and hot coffee for
all you pukes that want to quit.

Hey, what are you waiting on?

You want to give
up, be my guest.

This is the battle of
your life, Lieutenant.

If you don't have the guts
to see it all the way through,

then you will lose and
you will die, so come on.

Come on.

Ring the bell.

Damn it, ring the bell.

Hoo-yah.

Hoo-yah, sir.

Hoo-yah, Lieutenant.

Hoo-yah.

Are you sure you're okay?

Well... I'm all right.

Toxic waste didn't
give me that x-ray vision

or superhuman
strength I'd hoped for,

if that's what you mean, anyway.

They found Yarborrough's body.

He was the man overboard.

Well, Newman wanted us to think

that Yarborrough went
over with the money.

Yarborrough went over the side
all right... with Newman's help...

But he didn't have
the money with him.

But they found
money in the water.

Just enough for us to
think that it was all lost,

but it isn't.

So, where is it?

It's in there, sir.

They figured if Yarborrough

could disrupt communications,

get the vault alarm shut down,

Newman could get
the money off the ship

because he was in
charge of the one thing

that could be unloaded
without arousing suspicion.

I'll be damned. How
did you figure that?

Meat loaf, sir.

Meat loaf?

Harm's meatless
meat loaf, actually.

Commander...

Major...

you make a hell of a team.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Meat loaf, huh?

Yeah, I guess we do
make a pretty good team.

When you listen to me, we do.

Why don't you stay
aboard for a few days?

You can buy me dinner when
we get back to Washington.

Me?! We were both wrong.

Or both right.

Whatever. What, are
you trying to get rid of me?

No. It's just

there's no sense in
both of us staying aboard.

I'll tell the Admiral that
you'll have everything

wrapped up in a few
days and, uh, who knows,

maybe you can
convince the Skipper

to give you a reward.

A reward?

Yeah, recovering
a million dollars

should be worth at least a
couple hours in a Tomcat.

You know, you're
not so bad after all.