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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 isbroke, 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 bothwrong.

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]