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-[man 1] Submarine!
-[man 2] Go, go, go!

[man 3] Turn around!

[waves crashing]

[opening music playing]

[MacKenzie] 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?
-[sighs]

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
U.S.S. Watertown.

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.

We're looking
for a defensible position.

-Admiral...
-Commander, I
understand that you

had an assignment aboard
the U.S.S. Tigershark.

Uh, yes, sir,
before you arrived.

My partner at the time,
Lieutenant Austin, and I

were assigned there to
negotiate with a terrorist.

Tigersharkis a seawolf
class, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Watertown'sLos Angeles class.
Are you familiar with them?

No, sir.

Be prepared to do
a lot of slouching.

Understood, sir.

Good. Oh, 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?

[both] No, sir.

Good. That'll be all.

Aye, sir.

[both] Top bunk.

[sighs]

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.

[Harm] Moving through!

-Harm?
-Yeah?

Heads up.

Thanks.

Yeah.

[man] Two-thirds
of the morning watch
threw a puke party.

Both the navigational officer

and the bowplane
operator went down.

Watertownhad drifted
within minutes
off track and depth.

By the time the X.O.
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.

Pen out of ink, major?

Uh, a pencil
would help, Skipper.

I've got a better idea.

X.O., let Major MacKenzie
use your P.D.A.

Ever try one of these?

Personal digital assistant.
Provides its own light.

You can takes 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 X.O. needs this...

I want you to thoroughly
check out the veracity
of these accounts.

X.O. Eustis, myself...

Every man on this boat
is prepared to cooperate fully.

Yes, sir.

We'll get on it, commander.

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

the hardest-working squid
on the boat.

[man] 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.

[MacKenzie]
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.

Is there anything
that can be done?

Nothing really, sir;
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.

[laughing]

All right.

[screams]

[moans]

Wow.

I think it worked.

[chuckles]

[MacKenzie laughing]

That's amazing.

Anything I can do for you, sir?

Can you make me shorter?

[laughing]

[Eustis] Commander Rabb
and Major Mckenzie
report to the conn asap.

X.O., 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'sjust 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 ride the vents
until we surface.
-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 commander
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.

X.O.

All right, now...

[Dirking] 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.

[thud]

My turn.

Yeah.

[man] 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 salt-water
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,

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.

[chuckles]

[groans]

[sighs]

[bumping and rustling]

[knocking]

[Rabb] What?

You're squirming.

My knees are in my face, Mac.

Give me a break.

For crying out loud.

Whoa. Sorry.

Wrong rack.

[sighs]

[loud churning noise]

[Dirking]
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.

All right, 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 isyour problem.

[bang and loud hissing]

[gasps]

No pulse!

[loud hissing continues]

Go.

It's the emergency
ballast line, sir!

X.O., shut it down!

Aye, aye, sir!

[Raab] So the captain's
air flask provides H.P.

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.

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.

[Hodge] 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.

So, you're saying
it weakened over time?

Yes, sir. Petty officer Towson
was unlucky enough to be passing

when it gave way.

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 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!
Stand down, both of you.

[Hodge] 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

we deal with our feelings
at that time.

Yes, sir.

X.O., 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.

X.O., come left
heading 2-2-5. All engines

ahead full.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come left. Steer course 2-2-5.

All engines ahead full.

[Helmsman]
Come left. Steer course 2-2-5.

All engines ahead full.

Sir, we have real
ice cream aboard.

You arranged for it in port.

[X.O. Eustis] 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 a 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 watertownis cursed.

What do you think, sir?

I think that's horse pucky.

[Hodge] 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.

[sighs]

[hydraulic sounds]

-Wrong rack.
-Mac, it's me.

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?

First off,
the food-poisoning incident.

The Skipper told us

that the navigational watch
took sick

before the X.O.
could replace them.

But they all ate
the same breakfast

so how does the X.O.
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--

a boatswain's mate
picked it up in port.

The infection spread
within days.

Watertownisn'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.

[Flagler] 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

try to infect or injure
the others?

-I don't know.
-You damn well better.

You don't wake me up
and feed me this theory
without knowing.

Understood?

Look, Skipper, let the major
and I 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.

Can we do this somewhere else?

You want to go outside?

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.

Well, I'll take that

to mean not much.

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

[Rabb] 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.

What am I looking for, sir?

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.

[general chatter]

[Hodge] Sorry, guys, you all
have to be tested.

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 X.O.?

-[sighing]
-My thoughts exactly.

Especially his lack of empathy
toward the crew.

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.

We could tip our hand
and lose the support.

Then, we go directly to the X.O.

But you shouldn't go.

The X.O. hates you.

You took his P.D.A.

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.

[sighing]

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.

X.O., 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.

[weak chuckle]

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?

If you're upset about something,
it 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.

[sighing]

[Roberts]
Nothing jumps out at me, sir

and I've reviewed each file
at least twice.

Bud, what did you dig up
on the X.O.?

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...

There was an outbreak
aboard the Sterling?

Yes, sir.

Tell me about the rest
of his record.

Uh, he served time
at Bethesda...

Hmm. That's interesting.

What?

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 psych 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?

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...

I 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.

"M.B.P., 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.

[Captain] This is the captain.

We've just crossed
under the north pole.

My congratulations

to Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and 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.

[Hodge] 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.

[chuckling]

He couldn't thank me enough.

When we landed in port

he wanted to buy me
a woman for the night.

[laughing]

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
your survival.

[knock at door]

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.

[sighing]

I'm sorry.

Why did he want me down here?

He didn't say, ma'am.

[sighing]

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.

[groaning]

Oh! What is that?

Just ammonia, ma'am.
I can flush that for you.

It'll only get worse.
You're going to need my help.

[both grunting]

I need help!

I need help here.

I'm coming, major.

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

I can't see.

[MacKenzie] Harm!

[Hodge] Major, you all right?

Major?

Are you all right?
You do realize

you're 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.

[groaning]

Relax, ma'am, just relax.

This won't take long.

The last thing I wanted
was to lose you.

[gagging]

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?

[gagging]

You know, it used to be
that I'd lose sleep
over my patients.

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

[weak groaning]

It's a hard reality
but I know I'll be
the stronger for it.

[crying]

-[needle prick]
-[Hodge groans]

[MacKenzie coughing]

[both panting]

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 damndest 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.

[low, strained voice]
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.

[closing music playing]