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[X.O. Makaway]
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 on-line.

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.

It's not supposed to do this.

Just get us back on-line,
Yarborrough.

I got it.

Give us full power.

[screaming]

What's happening, commander?

We have major
engineering casualty
with injuries, sir.

Turbine steam line rupture.

[indistinct chatter]

[opening music playing]

[Roberts]
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...

[Chegwidden] 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.

[giggling]

It's a mishap investigation.

The U.S.S.
Coral Sea
is member of a battle group

in the gulf
enforcing the 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?

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.

Huh?

Et tu, brute,
major?

Tiner.

Who's that with the admiral?

[Tiner] 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.

[forced chuckle]

Very funny.

[sighing]

[phone ringing]

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,
but will 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.

[Coulter laughing]

Is she okay? Really?

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.

[Sherkston] These are nice digs
you got here, sir.

Yeah, if you like
maritime museums.

It 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.

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. Naw, 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've got a bone

poking through my skin.

I hear you.

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.

[laughing]

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.

[laughing]

Hoo-yah, sir.

Make clear the aft barricade.

Make clear the aft barricade.

[Skipper]
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.

You do that.

Yes, sir.

It's like having a bad sunburn.

If the rupture line
wasn't superheated steam

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.

[Yarborrough]
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?

[scoffs]

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.

The navy's constantly upgrading
and retrofitting
her 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.

They still may have disabled
this ship, Mr. Yarborrough.

Look, I was running
some diagnostics

as per 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.

[door opens]

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.

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.

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?

[Bradley] 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.

[Rabb] I'm going to need
to look at that.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb
with the jag corps.

We're conducting
a mishap investigation.

[Newman] I'm John Newman.

My company handles the hazardous
materials contract.

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

[MacKenzie] Looks pretty
eaten through, Harm.

[Newman] Careful.

[Rabb] When was the last time

that line was inspected,
commander?

It's inspected daily.

Well, somebody must have
overlooked it, then.

That's impossible.
I did a visual inspection

on that whole system
that morning myself.

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!

[groaning]

[doctor] Just keep
your fingers dry, major

and come and see me tomorrow.

Are 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.

It may have also 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 taking about?

A very concentrated corrosive.

[man]
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.

[Rabb] Something wrong, X.O.?

It 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.

[sighing]

X.O. on the bridge.

We picked up a couple migs
in the no-fly zone.

[Cag] Twin bogeys, eight miles,
0-4-0, opposite course high.

I got them, razor.

I seem 'em-- two o'clock high.
Break right.

[beeping]

Confirm Iraqi.

I'm coming around.

[beeping] We got a lock, Razor.

[beeping] I'm taking the shot.

Fire fox-one.

[Rio] Yee-ha! Direct hit.

He's going down. Splash one mig.

[Cuz] Bogey two's got us locked,
slider.

[Slider] I'm shaking him.

Get him off our six, slider.

He's firing. Missile inbound.

Popping flares.

[Cuz] Continue break, slider.

Hang on, Cuz.

I'm coming behind him.

[Cuz] He's at six o'clock low.

Reverse your brake.

Flame out! Compressor stall!
I'm restarting.

Hang on and come up shooting.

Restarting. Engines good.

Re-engaging.

[beeping] We got tone and lock.

[Slider] I got him! I got him!

Fox two, fox two.

That's a hit-- direct hit.
We got him!

[Cuz] Good shooting, Slider.

Viper magic,
this is slamdance 1-1-2.

Two hard kills,
bandits 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.

[sighing]

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?

[chuckling] 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?

I 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 S.M.D. on a weld.

it's going to eat
right through the metal.

Where would something
like that be kept?

Welding shop, hangar bay...

It should be kept with
hazardous materials

but they get pretty
sloppy with it.

Then I come in
and clean up the mess.

[Sherkston]
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.

[chuckling]
"Sir." the name's A.J.

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

Good to see you, too.

Oh, my word.

Is this Rachel?

Boy, they do grow up fast, huh?

Hey, you.

Hi, uncle A.J.!

Hey!

[Shelley] 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.

[clears throat]

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.

And for what? You know,
to tell me I drink too much?

I need to eat less red meat?

[sighing]

You go take daddy
his surprise, okay?

Don't let the nurses see you.

Okay.

It 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.

[sighing]

[Slider]
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.

[Pilot] Yeah, baby. Man,
that's got to hurt.

[Slider] You got that right.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

[all talking]

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.

[chuckling]
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.

You're just afraid of losing me.

Maybe, and maybe I'm just
afraid you'll lose yourself.

How's it look?

Fine.

Oh! Geez!

I'm sorry.

Let me help you with that.

No, I just... Back off.

[typing]

[Skipper]
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, captain.

[chuckling] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[phone ringing]

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.

It's right this way.

[buzzing]

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.

Well, 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?

That's what courage
is all about.

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

[softly] 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.

[chuckling softly]

Houston, you have a problem.

[man over PA]
Master control,
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'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!

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?

The power distribution system

keeps shutting them down.

Those tomcats will
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.

What are they waiting for?

[Skipper] 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?

[cocks hammer]

[muffled gunshot]

Does this look like a drill?

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

Have aircraft.
Distance, three miles.

[Bradley]
Our warning panel is lit up
like a Christmas tree.

We can't find
the problem, Skipper.

[static]
We're getting false readings...

[static] 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.

[pilot]
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.
-[Sailor] we got
a major problem down here.

Wh-what? You're breaking up.
Say again. When?!

Was anybody hurt?

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.

[Captain] 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.

[Rabb] Sir, these
electrical problems

were a diversion.

He knew that you'd be forced

to shut down nonessential 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.

[screaming]

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.

[man over PA]
This is not a drill.
Man overboard. Starboard side.

Man overboard. Starboard side.

[MacKenzie] Where are you going?

Following a hunch.

[man over PA]
This is not a drill.

[man] Roger, Firefly.
This is SAR One. We're away.

[Mackenzie] Mr. Yarborrough?

[typing on keyboard]

[computer beeping]

[static]

Hello. This is Major Mackenzie.

Hello?

[static]

Viper magic,
this is slamdance 1-1-2.

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 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.

[alarms cease]

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

Firefly, this is the Skipper.

You are clear
to bring them home.

[Firefly]
1-1-1, 1-1-2, deck is free
and clear for approach.

[pilot]
1-1-1... 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
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.

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?

Hiding the money?

He didn't do a very good job.

There was money in the water.

[alarm sounding] What now?

Sir, there's a fire in hazmat.

[coughing]

[screaming]

[coughing]

[Sherkston] 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 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.

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...

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.

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.

-[coughing]
-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.

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...

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.

[closing music playing]