Original subtitles

MAN: It wasn't me, sir.

You were found with his body, De Mara.

He was dead when I got there, sir.

Chief Sturtevant overheard you threaten him.

We had words.

"Words"?

"I'm going to choke the life out of you

"when we get back to port.

I'm going to find your mother and do the same to her."

I was upset, sir.

The victim was strangled to death.

A coincidence, sir.

What do you want from me?

I want a better answer.

I don't have one, sir.

If you didn't do it, who did?

That's it. Interview over.

Sit down, De Mara.

No, no, no, no.

You want to stick it to me? Fine.

But don't expect a thank-you note.

You're not helping yourself.

I have nothing more to say to you, sir.

[door shuts]

Sorry about that, sir.

He's a, he's a major hothead.

What the hell's going on?

MAN OVER P.A.: Attention, all hands.

Set material condition modified Zebra.

Collision starboard side, aft.

That is all.

That's where we are.

Better check it out.

Yes, sir.

[grunts]

It's jammed, sir.

I can't open it.

[theme music playing]

MAN OVER P.A.: All decks, attention.

Zebra report to Damage Control Central.

RABB: The overhead hatch is stuck, Commander.

The wheel won't turn. It feels like

something's blocking it.

We'll get some bodies down there and pry you out.

What did we hit anyway?

An uncharted reef.

Our surface search and sonar never even saw it.

Looks minor. I'll be in touch.

Roger that.

[sighs]

What'd he say, sir?

They're sending down a team.

Are we okay?

He's not worried.

Well, he's not down here, sir.

We're going to be fine, okay, De Mara?

[intercom buzzes]

Master-at-arm shack.

MacKENZIE: Hey, how are things below the waterline?

Hatch is stuck. We're locked in.

That's not good.

They're sending down a team.

How's the suspect?

Angry. Scared.

Well, what's his story?

Wrong place, wrong time. You find out anything?

Yeah, I filled in some blanks on the victim.

Petty officer Chinick was

apparently a one-man black market:

booze, drugs, pornography.

I'm surprised he was murdered.

Guys like that are usually pretty popular.

Not with their skippers.

Captain Salveras began hearing rumors about him a few days ago.

He notified NCIS.

They were going to bust Chinick when they docked at Norfolk.

You know, maybe there's a connection.

I'll follow it from this end.

Hang on.

Captain Salveras wants to say hello.

I apologize for the, uh, poor hospitality, Commander.

It's no problem, sir.

We'll have you out in time for a bedtime snack.

I'll ask my steward to conjure up some Swedish pancakes.

Well, I'll look forward to that, Skipper.

All right. Stand by, Commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

Coffee, sir?

Oh, thanks.

Where's the head?

Yes, sir.

Damn it!

Tiner, I need you to let me in.

Sir, I thought you were gone.

-I couldn't get in my car. -Why not, sir?

Because my keys are in my office, Tiner!

Actually, it's good you came back, sir.

You forgot your itinerary.

[drops keys on desk]

Have a good flight, sir.

Sir?

Good night, Admiral.

How long has he been down there?

MacKENZIE: 37 minutes.

I got caught in a carnival fun house once for four hours.

It must have been terrifying.

Actually, I fell asleep on Dracula's coffin.

How's Jingo?

Your dog is fine, ma'am.

I wish I could say the same about your bath mat.

Oh...

Oh, here's, uh, what I know, ma'am.

[typing on computer]

This was Petty Officer Chinick's first deployment.

Well, that's on his record, but anything else?

-No, ma'am. -Petty officer De Mara?

Captain's mast aboard the USS Dubuque.

Right, but why?

Well, according to his former C.O.,

he had a habit of falling asleep during his watch.

-Nothing more serious? -[typing]

No, ma'am.

No behavioral problems.

Yes, ma'am.

Petty officer De Mara was always on edge,

and Petty Officer Chinick couldn't be trusted.

In what way couldn't he be trusted?

You know, in anything.

Petty officer Daniels, we're aware

that the victim was selling contraband aboard ship.

-Were you a customer? -No, ma'am.

-But you knew about it? -I suspected it.

Well, how about Petty Officer De Mara?

I would assume he knew, ma'am.

Do you have any idea

why he would have threatened to kill Petty Officer Chinick?

No, ma'am, but it didn't take much to set him off.

Where did you find Chinick's body?

The main machinery room.

And what were you doing there?

I was checking the bilges, ma'am.

It was part of my afternoon watch.

As I was coming down the ladder well,

I saw Petty Officer De Mara leaving.

When I went inside, I found Petty Officer Chinick

with a rope around his neck.

Did De Mara say anything?

No, ma'am. He just kept walking.

How would you describe his expression?

Anxious, ma'am.

It's too close in here, Chief. I can't breathe.

Sorry.

Come on, Chief, let me out. Cuff my ankles.

I'll sit in the corner.

-Can't take the risk. -Seriously,

what could I do?

Look, I'm not getting into this

right now with you, De Mara, so back away from that door!

What was that?

They must be trying to back off the reef.

All right, Chief, fun's over.

Come on, there's no emergency hatch in this room.

That's the whole point, De Mara.

Let me out! Come on!

Hey! Now you stop!

Let me out!

Calm down, De Mara. That's an order.

It's brutal in here, sir.

You're as secure as anyone else aboard ship.

There's no reason to panic.

Just calm down. If you want something,

don't bang on the door, just ask.

[electrical frizzing]

DE MARA: Can you turn the lights back on, please, sir?

ALL: Surprise!

CHEGWIDDEN: Hoo-aah, SEALs.

A.J.!

[chuckles]

How's that final inspection going, Admiral?

Better, now that I know the lights work.

Vice Admiral Richard Kern,

tonight, when you step off this naval vessel,

you'll leave behind a leadership vacuum

of immense proportions.

Hear! Hear!

ALL: Hear, hear.

You came all the way out here for this?

Well, just be happy I'm not popping out of that damn cake.

[all laugh]

CAPTAIN SALVERAS: Do you consider yourself lucky, Colonel?

No more than anyone else, sir.

I've managed to avoid catastrophe all my life.

Caught the net when the exhaust

from an F-18 launched me off a carrier deck,

sailed out the butt end of a typhoon,

slid past a crumbling iceberg.

Been fortunate.

Sounds like it, sir.

Until my ship ran aground in calm waters.

This is a career killer.

There's a difference

between bad luck and negligence, sir.

Not if fleet command has to yank us off this reef.

Well, if your record is strong,

they might overlook it, sir.

Colonel, three years ago,

one of the Navy's top ship drivers

got the screws of his cruiser stuck in the Oakland estuary.

They had to move heaven and earth to tow him free.

He was in the fleet commander's office the next morning.

I know of it, sir.

The captain's article 32 hearing was handled

through our office.

Did you know he is now the manager

of a hardware store in Wilmington?

That was a high-profile incident, sir.

Well, they'd at least kick me sideways.

You mean a desk job?

I mean, the command of a self-propelled suction dredge

in the Fiji islands, Colonel.

MAN: Attention on deck.

As you were.

Well, she's snagged good, Commander.

I'm checking alternatives, sir.

Well, what do we get by pumping out our holding tanks?

Not much, sir. We're sounding the fuel tanks

to see if we can shift.

Will that raise her on the water?

No, but changing her angle might give us a better shot.

A long one. I'd rather put

an anchor astern and winch her off.

The winch seemed to suffer some damage

in the collision, sir.

We could try rocking her.

And subject her hull to more damage?

I need a plan that works, Commander.

That would be a tow, sir.

I'll call second fleet.

Aye, sir.

[intercom buzzes]

D.C.C.

Gibbs, this is Commander Rabb.

We have no power.

We're on emergency lighting.

The effort to free the ship must have caused a short

in a junction box.

What about getting us out of here?!

Well, there's a big pile of debris blocking your overhead.

They're working on it as we speak.

-Can't you hear 'em? -[banging]

Too much extraneous noise.

Well, it shouldn't be long now.

I'll hold you to that, Commander.

Colonel MacKenzie's here. You want to speak to her?

- Please. -All right.

How are you?

Mac, take my mind off of this.

DE MARA: This is serious negligence that...

Well, Petty Officer Chinick was conducting his business

in the main machinery room. Another Petty Officer

on her afternoon watch saw De Mara leaving.

When she went inside, she discovered the body.

Could have been a deal gone bad.

Bad enough to provoke murder?

Why don't you talk to De Mara?

I would, but he's a little preoccupied

with his mortality at the moment.

Is he getting worse?

To say he's unstable would be an insult to unstable people.

Well, at least he's locked up.

-DE MARA: Let me out! -Yeah, so are we.

Damn it, this isn't funny!

MAN OVER PA: Commander Cunnningham, report to the console.

Commander Cunningham, report to the console.

All right, pull the slack.

Pull it, Hoss! Pull it!

Put some back into it, buddy! Come on!

Hey, De Mara, you okay in there?

Screw you, Chief.

What's he doing now?

He's shivering in his rack, sir.

It isn't cold in here.

Well, I've stopped trying to figure him out.

How about you?

How are you doing?

I'm not afraid of the dark, sir.

How about tight spaces?

Well, I think the time to get anxious

is when there's no options left.

Till then, you just deal with it. Adjust.

-DE MARA: This sucks! -[banging on rack]

Unless you're Petty Officer De Mara.

[laughter]

On our last anniversary,

my wife presented me with a document.

She calculated how many years

out of 19

we actually spent together.

Less than seven.

Retirement's a big step.

I'm ready for it.

I mean, given the miracles

of modern medicine...

hell, you could live to be a hundred.

What are you going to do

with the second half of your life? Garden?

Actually, we're moving to France.

I'm going to take cooking lessons.

That's worse.

Dick, if you're doing this for your marriage,

your marriage is going to suffer.

Youhave to be comfortable with this choice.

When we were SEALs, what did I always say

about my performance, huh?

If you couldn't be out in front,

you'd rather be out of sight.

The skills diminish, A.J.

Well, I don't see it.

The hearing's not as sharp.

I got a balky knee.

Hell, I can remember the name of my first damn goldfish,

but I blank on the XOs.

It's not like I'm getting old, just a beat slower.

But you always held yourself

to impossible standards.

Yeah. Wait till you taste my risotto.

DE MARA: Sir?

I'll make a deal with you, sir.

What makes you think

you're in any kind of position

to make a deal, De Mara?

Sir, I'll answer any question you ask,

but you got to let me out of here.

Right, and then you'll say I coerced your confession

by locking you in a dark cell until you agreed to talk.

Well, sir, I can't confess to something I didn't do,

all right?

I'm merely agreeing to cooperate.

No promises, all right?

I understand, I understand.

I have to win back your trust.

Let me try. Ask away, anything.

Were you buying contraband from Petty Officer Chinick?

Bourbon, sir.

He was overcharging me. That's why the argument.

Well, think about it, sir.

Why would I murder somebody over ten dollars?

Well, you're an impulsive guy, De Mara.

-Oh, sir. -Maybe you were overstressed.

See, you're, you're doing it again, sir.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Well, why else did you go to the main machinery room

if it wasn't to kill Chinick?

To buy bourbon.

Chief, did you find bourbon at the murder scene?

No, sir.

Or the bar in De Mara's locker

-under his rack? -None, sir.

Sir, I thought you were going to listen, you know.

And I thought you were going to be honest, De Mara.

You know, forget about it, all right? Forget about it.

You can't get off my back long enough to see the other side.

What's on the other side?

You're just like my mother, you know.

My brother's crying, and she'd smack me.

It could be that he

was tired or that he smacked his leg on the table.

Didn't matter-- I was guilty.

I'm not your mother, De Mara.

Well, maybe you can be my father and disappear.

I'm going to get an ETA on this rescue team.

Yes, sir.

Phone's dead.

What?

The phone's dead, Chief?

Open the door!

Open it now!

Let me out! Let me out!

I've told you everything I know!

Doesn't do anybody any good!

CHEGWIDDEN: Well...

I'll be the last one from our team on active duty.

It's an honor, A.J.

Yeah, or an indication that I can't let go.

Hell, you don't need to, A.J.

You're an attorney.

It's not like you drive ships around.

Yeah, that's true--

if I forget a statute, I can just look it up.

Do you?

What?

Forget statutes.

I'll get you some more cake.

ROBERTS: Commander Mattoni can't find the files on the Billups case,

your dry cleaner may have lost

your green sweater, and I think a small animal may have died

inside your office wall, ma'am.

Any goodnews, Lieutenant?

Sorry, Colonel.

But what about for the Commander?

Uh, Miss Petersen called.

I told her he couldn't speak to her because

he was trapped below deck on a ship in the Atlantic.

What was her response?

Well, she assumed it was a lie

but liked the fact that it was a bald-faced one

which meant that in fact, he wasn't lying

but trying to send her a signal that he wanted to talk

but that now wasn't a good time,

and I didn't feel the need

to discuss it any further, ma'am.

Wise of you, Lieutenant.

It's over three hours now, ma'am.

I know, Bud.

What's going on?

There've been complications.

He is going to be all right, isn't he?

Of course.

You don't sound convinced, ma'am.

No, I am.

I'm sure the worst is over.

Chief, we got a leak in here and we're

taking on water!

Hold on.

-Where? -There.

So how about letting me out of here now, huh?

Come on.

There's duct work and drainage pipes back there, sir.

If they were damaged,

one might be leaking into the other.

It's salt water-- it's got fuel in it.

Where's the closest fuel tank, Chief?

I wouldn't know, sir.

I would, sir. I'm a machinist.

There's one outboard of us.

That's against the hull.

It must have ruptured when we hit the reef.

A hole opened up

-when we tried to pull away. -Well, then, uh,

-damage control should be on top of it, right? -No, no, not if

it's below the water line. Hull checks wouldn't uncover it

unless somebody got inside the tank.

I know it's happening, sir.

The overfill's running up a sounding tube.

Well, then how's it getting to us?

Somebody must have left the cap off

and it's flowing down the drain.

I'm telling you sir, the entire ocean's

flowing in here.

What's next, sea monsters?

Chief, please, it's time to let me out of here.

You'll get out when the rescue team arrives.

Let me out of here now!

All right.

Back away from the door, now!

Stand down, Chief.

Put the weapon away.

Talk to him, sir, please.

Please tell him, tell him to let me out of here.

He's your prisoner, Chief.

Then he stays where he is.

Sir... sir...

Sir, the bridge reports we're bow-down two degrees

I need flooding reports

from repair-two investigators, ASAP.

Aye, sir.

How's it going, Commander?

They're on top of it, Colonel.

Well, maybe they'd have better luck if they got off of it.

You're making jokes?

My partner's down there.

Yeah.

Some of the debris is jammed in real tight.

They've sent up for a cutting torch.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a ship that's taking on water.

[men laughing]

So I surface and look around.

Where's the damn fuel depot?

About this time, your admiral swims up

and he's covered with this muck and he stinks

and I go, "Hey, what the hell's the matter with you?"

And he goes, "I was going to ask you the same question,"

and I look down, I'm covered with this muck

and then I get it-- this, uh, underwater pipe

we were swimming through was for waste,

it wasn't industrial.

-We were in a sewage pool. -[laughter]

Maps were wrong.

It took us months to live that one down.

We'd get orders to report to the head

and stuff like that.

I had to chunk my regulator.

Have you ever dived for pleasure?

Used to.

Been threatening to do it for years.

Just never get around to it.

It's a young man's sport.

From the bridge, sir.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

Aye, sir.

L.S.T. ran aground just north of us.

Is she foundering?

No, but they have two crew members

and a JAG officer trapped below.

I sent a team to the USS Suribachitoday.

I'll assume you want to be part of the boarding party.

-Skipper! -Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.

Look, Chief,

I don't think we have much choice.

You sure, sir?

We don't let him out now when we do,

the water will probably be over the knee-knocker

and come flowing in the room, so...

I hear you, sir.

DE MARA: The water is freezing.

-My feet are all wet. -Petty officer De Mara.

Get on your knees, face the bulkhead

and put your hands behind your back.

Yes, sir.

You son of a bitch!

Chief!

[coughing]

RABB: You all right?

Do you have any idea

what you were doing, sailor?

Yes, sir.

I do.

This is not a bright move, De Mara.

I don't know, sir, I'm feeling pretty good about it.

You're trapped below decks in the middle of the ocean.

Yeah, well, at least I'm in control.

Well, look, why don't you give me the weapon?

No, no, sit down! Now!

Secure the door, Chief.

Move!

No, no.

You think you're going to be safer, you're mistaken, De Mara.

That water's going to come right through that brig window.

Shut up! Sit down!

What, do you think I'm an idiot?

You think I don't know what's going on?

Both of you, you talk to me like I'm crazy!

I'm not crazy!

I don't think you're crazy, De Mara.

I think you're crashing.

What is it? Crack?

Speed?

Petty Officer Chinick your supplier?

Black beauties, sir.

They keep me awake.

Oh... I've been kicking for two days.

That what you and Chinick were arguing about?

He kept raising his prices,

saying that his overhead had increased

and when I ran out of money, he wouldn't carry me.

So you murdered him?

No, no... I threatened him, sir, that's it.

Now, I was hoping that after we both calmed down,

then you know,

that he'd change his mind.

And it turns out I was right.

You lost me.

We used to leave notes for each other

behind a pipe in the mess deck,

you know, to figure out when we'd meet.

After a couple of hours, I checked.

Sure enough, there it was.

1400 hours in the machinery room.

So you went to the machinery room,

expecting him to cut some slack

and you found him dead?

Yes, sir.

Well, you're either lying or... you were framed.

Wait... excuse me, sir.

Am I getting this right? Are you giving me a break?

I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Yeah... yeah, I wonder how open-minded you'd be

if this was a cap pistol.

Look, I came here to discover the truth,

not to railroad you.

Who'd want to frame me?

Why don't we table this conversation for the moment

until we figure out how to save our skins, huh?

No. Sir, you don't make the rules anymore, all right?

It's my show now.

Think again, De Mara.

About this theory...

[chopper blades whirring]

SALVERAS: Repair-two investigators

have yet to locate the flooding.

Inaccessible voids have been sounded.

The fuel tank indicators are showing full.

It's a wait-and- see situation.

In the meantime,

the Manassashas offered to tow us off the reef.

I'm plotting a course to open ocean

at bare-course steerage.

A ship that's moving has a more stable repair platform

for the damage control teams.

Well, what about the rescue teams?

They're making progress, ma'am.

Shouldn't be long now.

Well, I understand that's what you've

been saying for the last few hours.

Admiral, we've been impeded by power outages,

communications breakdown and now this phantom leak.

Okay, best-case scenario; Where's this leak?

In a nonfunctioning compartment.

Worst case?

The brig, sir.

Go! Shut it down!

Turn it up!

Give me a hand with this side here.

Roll it, sir.

Got it?

All right, take it away.

Dead calm.

Spare me the depressing metaphors, Colonel.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sure he'll be all right.

Yes, he will.

Now, convince me.

Colonel, the Commander's too damn pigheaded

to leave this world.

He will find a way out.

Even if they offer him wings, sir?

Well, I've always believed in the permanence of things.

Naively, maybe, but hell, it's gotten me this far.

And farther still, sir.

You believe that?

Of course, sir.

Then why do you keep sending me reminder memos?

Excuse me, sir?

And why are they in large type?

Well, sir, you have on occasion...

Misplaced my reading glasses?

It's just in case, sir.

Hmm.

You know, Colonel, I've always respected your, uh, objectivity.

Thank you, sir.

Am I slowing down?

Sir, as we age, our physical skills diminish.

Wrong answer.

But our hearts grow stronger.

New age mumbo jumbo.

[wry chuckle]

Well, hell, that's what I tell myself anyway.

Glad you agree. Thanks.

Don't mention it, sir.

I won't.

And incidentally, if, uh, you do, to anyone,

I'll be on your six

faster than a surface-to-air missile.

Understood, sir.

MAN OVER P.A.: Attention on deck. Attention on deck.

The men are right now towing...

Captain, fantail reports towing rig is secure and in place.

Helmsman, verify that main control

is standing by to answer all ordered bells.

Engineering is standing by

to answer all ordered bells, sir.

Very well.

Prepare to get the hell out of here.

RABB: How long are we going to do this?

DE MARA: Keep talking, sir.

All right.

RABB: If you were framed, it had to be by somebody

who knew that you and Petty Officer Chinick were arguing.

That would be a large portion of the crew, sir.

RABB: Somebody with a motive.

Someone who knew that you and Petty Officer Chinick arranged a meeting.

Did everybody who met with Chinick pass notes?

Yes, sir; typewritten.

Now, why would Chinick want to meet you

in the main machinery room

at the beginning of the afternoon shift

where you could be spotted?

That's a good question.

Maybe Chinick didn't write the note.

Chief, when you took De Mara into custody...

Did I find a note? No, sir.

Not on his person; not in his berthing compartment.

Was there a note?

Yes, sir. Well, I even kept it.

I put it in the sweat band of my ball cap.

Well, where's your ball cap?

In my locker, sir.

When we get out, I'll run it for prints.

You'll do that, sir?

I will.

Now, lay the weapon down.

Why should I trust you, sir?

Because he's all you got

De Mara; now give it up.

[screaming]

[De Mara screaming]

[grunting and groaning]

[screaming continues]

[screaming and grunting]

Grab ahold!

I think my knee...

My knee is smashed!

Lift!

Why the hell wasn't this secured to the bulkhead?

It was, sir.

It must have worked loose in the collision.

Well, pull.

No! My...

[straining]

[panting]

[metallic groaning]

Where's that smoke coming from?

Right there. Right there.

Smells like chlorine gas.

There's a battery compartment right near the I.C. gyro.

Has to be a leak somewhere.

Salt water is mixing with the battery acid.

Isn't that stuff deadly, sir?

Yeah. Within minutes!

Let's get this done!

All right, up!

It's flooding!

Anybody down there?

Chief?

[muted shouts]

I hear someone.

Hey!

Hey! Tell them we need a rope and a winch.

Aye, sir.

[coughing]

Come on, get up.

What is that, sir?

Chlorine gas; ready to get out of here ASAP.

Where are the other two, Chief?

What's that, sir?

The commander and the petty officer, where are they?

They're dead, sir.

[coughing]

They drowned, sir.

There was nothing I could do.

-[coughing] -Where are they?!

I can't see them, Chief.

They're on the far side.

[coughing]

Hold him.

[coughing]

They're gone, sir.

We're the only personnel you can save right now.

[coughing]

We got rising water.

Give me a hand locking this down.

Aye, sir.

-Get them out of here! -Yes, sir.

Where are they, sir?

Do you smell something?

[sniffing]

Chlorine.

It's coming from above.

All right, what's going on?

Wait, sir... Sir, don't leave me here!

The hatch is closed.

What?

[grunting]

The wheel's stuck again!

But they just opened it!

You lousy chicken-sucking bastards!

We're still down here!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Help!

Calm down!

All right?!

Or you're no good to either of us

if you waste your energy.

I... I got it, sir.

I-I got it.

Let me go, or kiss me.

Good.

All right, you got a sense of humor.

You'll need it.

Now think.

Is there anything in here we can use for leverage?

I don't know, sir.

Maybe, maybe this is not...

Maybe this isn't such a bad way for a Navy man to go.

Well, it's a hell of a way for an aviator to go.

Now, think!

CHEGWIDDEN: What the hell kind of leader are you?

No decent officer

on this planet would leave men behind.

With all due respect, sir,

I had every intention of returning.

I came back to get breathing devices.

Then what the hell are you doing standing here?!

Myorders, Admiral.

Any rescue at this point

would risk not only the spread of gas

but also the flooding of other compartments.

All right, let's say the water is leaking

into another compartment, even a... even a passageway.

Could that sink us?

Perhaps.

Well, then, "perhaps" we should take that risk

and get those men the hell out of there!

Admiral, both men have been reported dead.

A question, Petty Officer.

Yes, sir.

Why were we left behind?

[grunting]

Uh, the, the gas, sir.

They got the chief out.

[grunts]

I guess he was lucky, sir.

Or desperate.

STURTEVANT: They both drowned,

trapped below the waterline.

I managed to pull the Commander out,

but, uh, it was too late.

Did you try to move the locker?

Of course, ma'am, but it was massive.

There was just no way.

What about snorkels?

There weren't any down there, sir.

Did you try to improvise?

-With what, sir? -Oh, I don't know, Chief.

You break the bottom off bottles,

you rip pipes off of bulkheads.

Hell, there's two options right there.

Sir, it just happened so fast.

Wh-Whoa.

Wait-wait, Chief.

I've seen men drown.

It doesn't happen fast.

You said you pulled the commander out.

Did you check his pulse?

I did, ma'am.

Administer CPR?

No, sir.

The water level was too high.

Then why didn't you take him up the ladder?

Well, at-at the time...

Or call the team down for help?

-Well, I assumed, sir... -Assumed what?

You assumed what's helped

thousands of drowning men and women

wouldn't help in this case?

Sir, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I did the best I could.

Sturtevant is the chief master-at-arms aboard ship.

Is it possible that he knew about Chinick's operation?

Doubtful, sir.

Uh, Petty Officer Chinick was a pretty smart guy.

Well, let's just say that he knew.

For argument's sake.

All right, keep talking, sir.

Maybe it'll take my mind off of the fact

that I'm about to drown.

You said that Chinick raised his prices because

of increased overhead.

Yeah, well, I-I thought he was lying, sir.

Well, what if he raised his prices

because he was being squeezed by someone?

Sir, you are fast becoming my favorite person of all time.

Colonel, you have no evidence they're alive.

And the only evidence they're dead

is chief Sturtevant's statement.

And we're not signing off on the chief's statement.

Admiral, I don't know what to say.

Gut feelings are all well and good,

but any attempt to go back down there

will risk not only this ship, but the lives of the men

-on that mission. -Point made.

I'll make it as many times as I'm allowed, sir.

I hope you understand, Admiral.

I understand perfectly.

There's a broken pipe under here.

If I could just get it free...

That'll get me out, sir?

You can at least use it for a snorkel.

Sir, sir, I need you, I need you up here.

[grunting]

Keep your chin up, De Mara.

For how long, sir?

Do you pray?

Not really, sir.

Start.

Sir...

Sir? Sir?

Wha-Wha-What do I say?

This would be a lot easier

if you give me a sign or something.

I-I can't...

Right there, sir.

What were you going to use, E.E.B.D.s?

Yes, sir.

Give me three of them.

These will keep out both the gas and water, sir.

They're good for about what, 15 minutes?

Approximately, sir.

That'll give me time to get in and out?

I would think so, sir.

[air hissing]

Let me help you, sir.

You know, sir, I had the instinct to check the brig

and I failed to follow through, sir.

And I feel real bad about it.

That's why I should be the one going in.

Captain won't allow it.

What about the two of us, sir?

The only reason I'm going in is because I outrank him.

Yes, sir, you do.

You got a minute to suit up.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

I'm going to try and leverage this locker

away from the bulkhead.

If you feel it move...

try and pull your leg free.

All right, sir. Is there anything else I can do, sir?

Just keep talking.

[coughing]

I need a topic, sir.

[grunting]

How about the most exciting moment of your life?

Other than this one?

Please.

[grunting]

Uh, uh, that would involve sex, sir.

I'm listening.

[grunting]

It's through here, sir.

-You're going to need me to help open the hatch. -Thanks.

Sir, you really shouldn't be doing this.

Lieutenant, I got every reason in the world to be doing this.

-Let's go. -Yes, sir.

So, we're both reaching the finish line, you know, sir.

-[grunting] -and, um...

I guess we hit an air pocket because the plane dropped

like a stone...

Try now!

No, not yet.

Is this the hatch?

Aye, aye, sir.

[grunting loudly]

Uh, uh, so...

both our heads hit the ceiling

and when we come back down,

my foot lands in the toilet.

[coughing]

And we're both just...

just... staring at each other.

And, and, uh, uh...

[gasps]

[coughing]

Uh...

Stay with me, De Mara!

Life is something, isn't it, sir?

[grunting]

The pipe. The pipe!

Captain, we have a merchant vessel sighted on the port bow

bearing 2-9-0 relative.

SALVERAS: very well.

Helmsman come right, steer course 3-2-0.

[both coughing]

Uh...

You got it, sir.

How did... how did you do that?

Faith.

Sir, if there's gas up there,

how are we going to breathe?

Let's concentrate on one obstacle at a time.

How are we going to get this hatch open?

[coughing]

Faith, sir?

[hatch opening]

[footsteps squelching]

[water dripping]

You got a towel I can borrow, Chief?

Chief Sturtevant found out

that Chinick was smuggling contraband aboard ship.

He was extorting a share of the profits.

But when he found out that

Chinick was going to be arrested,

he murdered him to prevent him from rolling over on him.

He left us to die because he knew I'd find

fingerprints on De Mara's note.

It's been one hell of a night, Skipper.

Gentlemen, my apologies.

No problem.

How did you know they were alive?

We didn't, sir.

But you were so confident.

Well, I suppose it comes from our experience

with the commander, sir.

SALVERAS: Hmm, you're a tenacious man,

is that it, Commander?

You ever try to get gum off the sole of your shoe?

Petty Officer De Mara.

Yes, sir.

Report to my office, wait for me there.

You're not out of the woods yet.

Aye, aye, sir. As long as I'm out of the water.

Commander...

thank you, sir.

Life issomething, Petty Officer.

Yes, sir.

Admiral, may I speak to you in private, sir?

Concerning?

Concerning the rescue, sir.

Well, what is it?

Sir, it's probably better in private.

-What? -All right, sir.

Well, what happened down there was a... was a miracle.

Well, Lieutenant, that's a bit an overstatement.

[Chegwidden chuckling]

JENARETTE: Sir, what I mean is, the tank you grabbed

was practically empty, sir.

I just checked it.

You had maybe 15 seconds of air left, sir.

You must have misread the gauge.

Well, I'd say you nailed it, sir.

[chuckling]

CHEGWIDDEN: Yeah.