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[Chief] By my count, you got 12 Tomahawk cruise missiles,

six Mark-48 torpedoes,

one Mark-48 ADCAP torpedo in the racks,

two in the tubes.

22 in all, Chief.

Negative, Petty Officer, it's 21.

I'm sure we brought 22 on board, sir.

19 in the racks and two in the tubes-- that's 21.

Somebody must've hung the wrong tag, Chief.

That somebody is going to be a very unhappy sailor, Petty Officer.

Petty Officer Hubbell, open up tube number two

and show me my fish.

Aye, aye, Chief.

Negative.

Chief, tube number two is empty.

[Chief] Attention on deck!

Stand at ease, gentlemen.

What's the problem, Chief?

According to the ship's log, we took on 22 fish at Norfolk, sir.

That's correct.

My count just came back 21, sir.

Serial number unaccounted for?

300-501, sir.

Sir, what are we missing?

300-501...

...carries a ten-kiloton nuclear warhead.

[opening theme music playing]

[Tiner] Excuse me, Commander, Colonel MacKenzie would like to see you ASAP, sir.

Good morning to you, too, Petty Officer. Do I have time for coffee?

You'd better let me get it for you, sir.

How do you take it?

Regular.

Yes, sir, understood.

Uh, Commander Turner just walked into my office...

rather, youroffice, sir.

Uh... will do, Admiral. Bye-bye.

Good morning, Colonel.

How's the Admiral feeling?

Oh, like he punched out of an F-14 by accident.

-His back must be killing him. -Yeah, but he won't admit it.

He keeps threatening to come in, and to hell with the doctors.

I'm sure he has every confidence in you as our OIC, Mac.

-[knock on door] -Excuse me, Colonel.

-Here you go, sir. Cream and sugar. -Thank you.

-Can I get you anything, ma'am? -No, thank you, Tiner.

Close the door on your way out, please?

Aye, ma'am.

Sturgis, what I'm about to tell you is strictly need-to-know.

Have you ever heard the term "empty quiver"?

I believe it refers to the loss of a nuclear weapon.

A fast-attack submarine, the USS Crawford,

cannot account for one of its Mark-48 ADCAP torpedoes

with a ten-kiloton nuclear warhead.

-Oh, my God. -My sentiments, exactly.

Where is she?

-Four hours out of Norfolk.

The Crawfordis underway to the Middle East.

The USS Connolly and the rest of the battle group

is leaving tomorrow.

Your presence has been requested on board the submarine.

Admiral Chegwidden's approved it.

May I ask why?

The weapons officer has requested you by name.

Apparently, you know him: a Lieutenant Mitchell.

Stanley Mitchell? I was XO on his first cruise.

-Were you close? -He's kept in touch with me.

Last I heard,

he was up for promotion to Lieutenant Commander.

Not anymore, if this nuke is really missing.

[Harm] Your Honor, my client would have to be

an incredibly stupid man in order to commit these crimes.

He's been accused of larceny, fraud--

We're asked to believe he requisitioned items,

opened Internet accounts, using his realname,

the Navy's official credit card, and his own e-mail address.

Now, why wouldn't he try to conceal his identity?

Why? Because he didn't do it.

The Navy does not promote stupid people

to highly responsible positions

like that of the disbursing officer

aboard an aircraft carrier.

Lieutenant O'Dell says he was framed.

I believe him, Your Honor.

And I believe

the hearing officer in this case

should give him the benefit of the doubt

and recommend against court-martial

until a thorough investigation into this matter be concluded.

Thank you, Commander. Lieutenant?

Your Honor, Lieutenant O'Dell is not here today charged

with stupidity, but rather, violating articles

121, 132, 133 of UCMJ.

There's clear evidence of larceny and fraud.

Commander Rabb asks this court grant the Lieutenant

benefit of the doubt.

Where's the doubt, Your Honor?

I have a full docket today.

This hearing stands adjourned until 15:00.

Commander Rabb, if you have exculpatory evidence to present,

I suggest you be prepared to do so at that time. Adjourned.

There's no way, Harm.

You can't get to Norfolk, conduct an investigation,

-and be back here by 15:00. -I think I can.

How, are you going to fly?

Why this rush to court martial, anyway?

I mean, Lieutenant O'Dell

is under pre-trial confinement.

He's given me some leads. I'd like the opportunity to follow them up.

I can't approve it.

You mind telling me why?

Yes, I do. Now, if you'll excuse me,

Admiral Chegwidden keeps calling every 15 minutes,

and the next time he does, I'd like to be able to tell him

that something's actually been accomplished.

So, you're ordering me not to go?

[sighs] Is that necessary?

You leaving, Commander?

Hey, nice work in there today, Bud.

Oh, I don't know whether to say "thank you,"

or "I'm sorry," sir. Where you headed?

Norfolk...

[imitating the Terminator] but I'll be back.

[Master Chief Parish] The torpedoes come

from the depot on flatbeds, four fish to a load.

Tomahawks use different vehicles.

You know the drill, Commander, don't you?

It's been a while. Sometimes things change.

Not in this man's Navy, sir.

The boat's moored here.

We back the truck up to about here,

and then we use one of these cranes.

And very gently, we pick up the fish, one by one,

and we put them over the loading hatch of the submarine.

And other than making sure that the crane doesn't fall over, we've done our job.

Excuse me, sir.

The bubbleheads are responsible for the rest.

Have you left out one part of your job, Master Chief?

The documentation.

-Yes, sir. -The documentation.

The weapons officer signs the torpedo record book for each fish.

We then verify the numbers on the manifest,

and we both sign off on it.

How many copies of the manifest?

Eight pages, sir. Please don't ask me where they all go.

My clerk back at the depot handles that.

Sorry, sir, if I gave you the impression

that paperwork was not important.

Well, Master Chief, let's hope

this turns out to be only about paperwork.

What's going on down there?

[officer] The base is going on alert, Commander.

[helicopter whirring]

[Rabb] They losta nuke?

There's got to be a mistake in the paperwork.

It's unlikely. The torpedo record book for the missing fish

is on board the sub.

So, that's why Mac didn't want me here.

-She didn't tell you what was happening? -No.

I probably shouldn't be telling you, either.

Why not? It's got nothing to do with me.

I'm only here for a few hours. I've got to be back in court at 15:00.

How do you plan to do that?

-Take the helo out. -Not that helo.

That's my ride out to the Crawford.

Oh, I'll catch it when it comes back.

This base is going to lockdown, Harm-- THREATCON DELTA.

That bird's the last one in.

As soon as I fly away, she's the last one out.

You're stuck here for the duration, buddy.

You went to Norfolk, anyway?

You didn't order me notto go.

Why would I do that?

I bumped into Turner.

I was going to catch the helo back

in time for the hearing, but he took my ride.

-Do you know why? -Yes.

[sighs] Harm, you are in a ship's load of trouble now.

Well, you might have told me.

Need-to-know, Harm...

Well, I guess I needed to know, huh?

So, now I'm stuck here in a lockdown.

I can't believe you would pull a stupid stunt like this.

I don't suppose you could see

if Judge Helfman's in a forgiving mood?

After she finds out you've left your client in the lurch? Dream on.

Unless you can pull off a miracle, Harm,

your client's headed for a court-martial.

[pilot] Commander Turner...

we're approaching the drop site, sir.

Let's get you hooked up.

[Turner] Copy that.

Ready for descent, Commander?

All set.

[whirring]

At ease, Lieutenant.

Glad to see you, sir.

-Likewise. -Thank you for coming.

Ordinarily, I'd think any opportunity

to be on a submarine was a good one.

This, however, is an exception.

I'm sure we'll be able to clear up the mistake

now that you're here, sir.

What mistake is that?

With the onshore paperwork, sir. That's got to be what it is.

You mean this paperwork?

Yes, sir. Obviously, it's wrong.

I'm not so sure it's obvious, Lieutenant.

This says 22 weapons left the depot--

four of them Mark-48 ADCAPS--

all of which you signed for

when they came on board the ship.

Come on, sir, that's not possible.

-There's your signature. -I know I signed it,

but one of these fish never came on board this boat.

So why is the torpedo record book on board?

Because there was a mistake at the depot.

The manifest called for four ADCAPS,

so four torpedo record books came out to the pier.

Look, sir, this was a rush operation.

We had less than 36 hours to get it underway.

One of those fish never left the depot in the first place.

If that were the case, wouldn't it still be at the depot?

Yes, sir, it damn sure should be.

It's not.

Then I can't explain it, sir. Neither can my crew.

So you signed the torpedo record book in error?

I guess so.

I'll take responsibility for that.

That's not going to be good enough.

What am I supposed to do, sir, fall on my sword?

My crew and I don't make mistakes.

Let's get something clear, Lieutenant:

this isn't about you, it's about what happened.

If that torpedo is not on board this ship,

there is a ten-kiloton nuclear warhead out there somewhere.

Gentlemen, this is Commander Sturgis Turner.

Chief MacDonald, Petty Officer Villegas,

Petty Officer Hubbell,

Petty Officer Spencer, Petty Officer Dodd, at ease.

Commander Turner wants to reconstruct

everything down to the smallest detail.

I'd say that's a good idea, sir.

I'll walk the commander through it.

You correct me, Chief, if I get anything wrong.

Actually, Lieutenant, I intend to go through it with Chief McDonald first,

then with these petty officers, one-on-one.

I see, sir.

So, if the rest of you will excuse us.

That means you, too, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

You need any help, sir?

Uh, no. I'm fine, Petty Officer.

I'm on my way to the legal office,

and... then I need to make my way to disbursing.

Oh, uh, that's my department. Petty Officer Marin.

Follow me, sir. Law offices are on the way.

So, first time on a carrier, sir?

No, not quite.

Oh, I see you're an aviator.

Sorry, I didn't notice.

Probably spend most of your time up in officer country.

[officer] Attention on deck!

As you were.

What can we do for you, Commander?

Master Chief. Commander Rabb, with the JAG corps in D.C.

I'm representing Lieutenant Steven Odell.

[Marin] Sir, I think we'd all agree,

if there's anything we can do

to help you or the lieutenant...

Well, in fact there is.

And since I'm going to be here awhile,

I'd like to take a look at the lieutenant's office

if I could.

Sure, that shouldn't be a problem.

Not going to find much, though.

NCIS cleared everything out of the office

when the lieutenant was arrested.

Computer doesn't work.

They took the hard drive.

Well, when does the lieutenant's replacement arrive?

I'd say sometime before we get underway tomorrow.

I'm going to leave you to it, sir.

Anything you need...

Thank you. Close the hatch

on the way out, Master Chief.

Aye, sir.

[Tiner] Commander Rabb's on the line, ma'am.

-Hello. -Hey. What's going on?

You really want to know?

Harriet's got morning sickness.

Turner's on a submarine.

Half the staff's got the flu.

You're not here, and now, the admiral wants an update

every hour on the hour. How's your day?

Well, I'm, uh, sitting in Lieutenant Odell's office on the Connolly.

The Lieutenant claims he was framed

with a lot of trumped up charges.

He says they can all be traced back to his office.

He's asked me to access the memory to the fax

and copier machines, and see if I can find a clue as to who might've done it.

Um, I've informed Bud and Commander Helfman of your problem.

Commander Helfman is very much... not pleased.

That's why I'm recommending the lieutenant waive my presence

and allow the hearing to proceed to conclusion.

You sure you want to do that? What if the recommendation's a court-martial, Harm?

Well, the convening authority's here in the base.

If I find something, I'll present it to him

and hope that he doesn't follow the recommendation.

That's taking a big risk, Harm.

What else can I do?

[Turner] Okay, Chief, according to the ship's log,

load-in commenced at 0900,

and Lieutenant Mitchell signed off on the manifest

from the weapons depot almost 19 hours later,

at 0345 the next morning.

That appears to me that you and your men

loaded 22 weapons in 19 straight hours

across three watches.

Yes, sir. It was a long day, sir.

Well, isn't it unusual to load all the ordinance

into the torpedo room in one long shift?

These aren't usual times, Commander.

Understood, but working a 19-hour shift--

is it possible a mistake could have been made?

I can't say that it would be impossible, sir.

Was a mistake made, Chief?

Not that I am aware of, sir.

Chief, is it possible for a ten-kiloton nuclear device to disappear?

No, sir, that's not possible.

Then we've got a long day ahead of us, Chief.

[Meredith] A.J., I got everything.

Let me help you put that up.

You will not. You have better things to do

than to supervise me in the kitchen.

You don't know where it all goes.

I will as soon as I put it away.

For you know who.

[chuckles]

Here, girl.

You really have to give her a name.

[grunts]

[relieved sigh]

-Thank you. -Mm.

Nothing's come to me yet.

You just don't like any of my suggestions, huh?

There is nothing Shakespearean about this dog.

Oh, really? What about...

"Yon Cassius hath a lean and hungry look"?

Cassius is a boy's name.

All right. Call her Porsche.

[scoffs]

8-[knocking on door] -Excuse me, sir.

The new dispersing officer's just come on board.

I better get out of here then.

All right. Thank you, Master Chief.

[Master Chief] Attention on deck!

Good afternoon, people.

At ease.

-Commander? -As you were, Lieutenant.

I was just leaving.

Ma'am.

Not to rush you, ma'am, but, uh,

there's some paperwork here that needs your John Hancock...

uh, JaneHancock.

Just give me a pen, Petty Officer.

-Cash delivery's at 1,800? -[Marin] Yes, ma'am.

Ten million dollars. Cash for the entire battle group.

Let's do it.

Master Chief...

may I have a word with you in private?

Yes, sir.

Your new dispersing officer got here in the nick of time.

Well, I'd say so, sir.

I would guess that most of what happens

in that office, Master Chief, is handled by the staff.

Is that right?

We know the procedures, sir.

What kind of an officer was Lieutenant Odell?

Was he real hands-on, or did he delegate authority?

Well, I'd say we had a good working relationship

with Lieutenant Odell, sir.

So he let you do your job?

Yes, sir.

Were you surprised when he was arrested?

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Absolutely.

I've been in this job for 25 years.

This isn't the first time a dispersing officer

has gotten in trouble. It's easy to be tempted,

and you heard how much money is coming on to this ship.

And I'm sure we've all thought about it,

one time or another.

So you think he's guilty?

Well, I wouldn't have thought so, sir.

Is it sure the lieutenant's going to court-martial?

Not yet... Master Chief.

Lieutenant Odell, do you understand

the concept of fully informed consent?

By signing the waiver in front of you,

you are giving your fully informed consent

for this hearing to proceed without the benefit of having your counsel present.

I understand that, ma'am. I've spoken with Commander Rabb, and he said it was okay.

Lieutenant Roberts, are you prepared to proceed?

Yes, Your Honor.

May I motion for a continuance?

Lieutenant, please don't try my patience

by acting as both prosecution and defense.

Sorry, Your Honor.

Lieutenant Odell,

you may sign the waiver if you wish.

Yes, ma'am.

Very well.

Lieutenant Odell,

it is the recommendation of this hearing

that all charges and specifications against you

be referred to general court-martial.

This hearing is adjourned.

[sighs]

Get the Admiral on the line for me, Tiner.

[phone ringing]

Good afternoon, Colonel.

Admiral, uh, Lieutenant Odell's Article 32 hearing is concluded.

The recommendation is general court-martial.

Well, send my congratulations to Lieutenant Roberts.

Rabb must be disappointed.

I'm sure he is, sir.

What did he have to say afterwards?

Nothing that I heard, sir.

Well, um, if he's there, let me speak to him.

You know, I-I don't think

I can get him on the phone with you right now, Admiral.

Well, never mind.

What's the, uh, situation at Norfolk?

Uh, still in lockdown. Nothing's leaving the base.

Vehicles and buildings are being checked as a precaution,

but there's no indication the missing weapon is there.

-Commander Turner? -He's called in, sir.

He's reconstructing what happened

on the USS Crawford with the torpedo room crew.

He says it may take all night.

Oh, understood.

Let me know if anything happens.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come here, Portia.

Portia?

[Turner] Okay, Petty Officer Villegas,

walk me through it from the beginning.

It's 0900.

The torpedo room is empty.

The first fish comes down.

Yes, sir.

Down through the hatch.

Uh, we guide it in and down,

and then we secure it to one of the center skids.

Mark 48, Mark 4. We're good.

All clear, Chief.

[Villegas] Then we transfer it onto a port or starboard skid.

-[Turner] Then what do you do with it? -Ready, Chief.

[Villegas] We stow it in a torpedo tube, sir.

We stow the first four fish in the tubes to free up the skids.

Makes it easier for us to arrange the weapons the way the Skipper wants them.

At this point, the trailing guidance wire is not attached?

That's correct, sir.

The fish is simply resting in the tube.

Yes, sir.

And you hang a tag that says...?

"Warshot loaded," sir. So we'll know.

If the guidance wire is not attached,

the weapon does not register

on the fire control system?

-It does not, sir. -So, as of that moment,

the only men on this boat who know there's a torpedo

in the torpedo tube are the three of you

who are here in the torpedo room.

That's affirmative, sir.

[knocking at door]

Petty Officer Marin?

You shut down early today?

Yes, sir.

The cash for the battle group's coming aboard at 1800.

You mind if I ask you a couple questions

about those procedures?

Ask away, sir.

I was, uh, in my office down the passageway, and I, uh...

I came across these.

Now, this is a fax to the Federal Reserve Bank in D.C.

requesting a withdrawal of $10 million.

That's not all it takes to get that money, is it-- a fax?

Oh, no, sir. That's just to get the process started.

Someone has to go in person to the bank.

And this is, uh, Lieutenant Odell's signature?

Yes, sir.

He was still Disbursing Officer at the time.

But Lieutenant Odell couldn't go to the bank,

so I went to requisition the funds.

-Why you? -The Master Chief didn't want to go, sir.

Hmm.

Uh, this.

This is a fax to the armored car company

requesting delivery of those funds.

Is that, uh...

Is that all it takes to get that done, a fax?

What? To get the armored car? Yes, sir.

It takes a fax and a purchase order number.

But is there anything else, sir?

'Cause I-I've got a lot to do to get ready.

This would have all been pretty routine

for Lieutenant Odell?

Is that right?

Could have done it in his sleep, sir, just like the rest of us.

All right.

Then, uh,

you can, uh, return to business.

I have one last question.

Say you're Lieutenant Odell.

You have a promising career in the Navy.

You're dealing with millions of dollars routinely.

Would you throw it all away

to embezzle a few thousand dollars?

I wouldn't know about that, sir.

Now, with your permission, I'd like to get back to work.

Sure.

Okay.

Wild Turkey on the rocks.

Oh, perfect.

Mmm.

Do you think it's awkward when two people are in a room together

and no one says anything?

No.

Hmm. I guess I do.

Sometimes I think I talk too much.

I like it when you talk too much.

Aw.

Hutton.

What?

A name for the dog: Hutton.

I looked it up today on the Internet,

and it means...

"From the house on the jutting ledge."

-Appropriate. -Mm-hmm.

Come here, Hutton.

Okay. Maybe not.

Ooh.

You know, A.J., I was thinking

that maybe I could sleep over tonight.

That sounds a little bit like, uh, conduct unbecoming.

Oh, honey, I think you need to retire.

Petty Officer Spencer, there's an entry by you in the log at 1900,

ten hours after load-in started.

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Dodd and I relieved

Petty Officers Villegas and Hubbell.

[Turner] But the load-in continued?

[Spencer] Yes, sir.

We loaded for over 19 hours without a pause, sir.

All right, you can take off.

Oh, thanks.

Our turn in the barrel.

See you.

And did you get that rack time, Petty Officer?

Tried to, sir, but it's hard to sleep

when you know you're about to get underway,

and all the work hasn't been done.

So you didn't sleep?

No, sir.

Were you tired?

I wasn't doing any of the heavy lifting, sir.

Answer my question, please, Chief.

I was tired, but I wasn't sleepy, sir.

Was there any time you weren't physically present in this room during loading?

I stepped out to the head a couple of times,

and we staggered our breaks for chow, sir.

Any other times?

When we went off shore power, sir.

What time was that? Is it in the log?

Yes, sir. 0100, sir.

While Petty Officers Spencer and Dodd were on watch?

Yes, sir.

Master Chief.

Commander.

You're still with us.

Yeah. Do me a favor.

Remind me to get off before you sail, huh?

Yes, sir.

Is, uh,

Petty Officer Marin here?

Uh, no.

I secured him, sir.

Something I can help you with?

Yeah. Maybe there is.

Take a look at these.

Uh, these. These here.

Two letters to the armored car company.

Same date.

Requesting delivery.

This one at 1800.

And this at 1700.

1800 it is, sir.

Now, this is wrong.

Well, that's the funny thing, see.

This came from the fax machine.

This came from the copier.

I don't understand, sir.

How did you get these?

I printed them from the memory on the machines in Lieutenant Odell's office.

But these aren't the only ones.

Several nearly identical letters.

All from the copier and the fax machine in that office.

Sir, what do these have to do

with defending Lieutenant Odell against the charges?

These have nothing to do with Lieutenant Odell.

They were printed and sent after the Lieutenant was arrested,

though his signature is at the bottom of both of these.

Different dates, names, signatures on the same documents.

Something is seriously wrong here, Commander.

Who'd be in a position to do something like this, Master Chief?

Petty Officer Marin. That's about it. But why?

Now, having seen this, would you say it's possible

Lieutenant Odell's being framed?

Oh, I'd say there's no question about it. I'd say it's very possible.

Well, then, we better find Petty Officer Marin ASAP.

[guard] Your papers?

Here you are.

All right.

Modification of orders.

Okay, uh...

where do you want the armored truck to go, Lieutenant Odell?

Uh, right over there where I'm parked.

You got it.

Okay, just pull it right inside the barricade. We're in lockdown.

Sorry I'm late. I got paperwork here that says

this money's supposed to go right to the ship.

I've got paperwork that say different.

The base is in lockdown. Once you go in, you don't go out again.

Oh, hell, that's no good. I got three more drops to make.

That's what I figured.

Just put the money in my van,

I'll take it to the ship and you're free to go.

Much obliged, Lieutenant. I appreciate the courtesy.

Thank you.

We're going to unload here into the van.

You got it.

We're unloading here.

Okay.

This is the last of it.

[woman] I don't know what you want me to do with this information

about Petty Officer Marin, Commander.

I just got here today.

It's your department now, Lieutenant.

I suggest you inform your division officer

there are serious discrepancies and breaches of procedure.

That's a good suggestion, sir.

I'll do that.

I'd do it sooner than later.

You don't mean now, do you?

I have a cash delivery of $10 million

coming on this pier in less than 15 minutes.

It's up to you, Lieutenant.

Master Chief. Excuse me.

Evening, sir.

Petty Officer Marin is nowhere on board the Connolly.

He's not aboard ship, or you can't find him?

-I don't know, sir. -Excuse me, Lieutenant.

We have clearance at the front gate.

Armored car through the gate and cleared security, Master Chief.

-We're here for a pick-up. -Pick-up?

Where's the money?

It's empty, Master Chief.

I can see that, ma'am.

This order isfor a pick-up.

Who authorized this?

You did, ma'am.

None of this make any sense.

Maybe it does.

Petty Officer Marin is missing.

We know there's paperwork requesting two armored cars.

One for 1700 and one for 1800. Now we thought one was a correction.

What if it wasn't?

What it two were ordered.

A 1700 delivery and an 1800 pick-up.

Check with the gate, Lieutenant.

If Petty Officer Marin intercepted the 1700 delivery

he bought himself an hour to make off with $10 million.

I'll check with the gate, sir.

If I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch...

He must have been putting this plan together for some time.

He got rid of Lieutenant Odell.

To take advantage of a new disbursing officer.

But he couldn't have factored in

the lockdown into his escape, sir.

So how does he get off the base?

-Water. -Water.

[man over PA] Halt. Put your hands in the air.

[sirens blaring]

[officer] Put your hands in the air! Don't move!

[Turner] Gentleman, we are going to go through it again

by the numbers.

At 0345, load-in is completed.

At 0420, according to this log,

water slugs are fired through all four tubes to clear them.

Now, what happened between 0345 and 0420?

We waited for Lieutenant Mitchell to come down from topside, sir.

During that time, we load the fish out of the tubes and onto the skids.

So who was in the torpedo room when you fired the water slugs?

The Lieutenant, myself, Villegas and Hubbell.

Fire number one.

Firing one. Aye.

And when all four water slugs had been fired,

you then stowed two Mark-48 ADCAPs.

into tubes number one and two.

-Yes, sir. -That doesn't make any sense.

You had to move all four torpedoes out of the tubes

to fire the water slugs.

Not four, sir. Three.

I beg your pardon.

There were only three warshots in the tubes at that point, sir.

Tube number four was empty.

You said that you stowed the first four fish

that came on board in the tubes.

-Yes, sir. -What made you think tube number four

-was empty after loading it? -The tag said it was, sir.

Did you or Petty Officer Hubble

take the torpedo out of tube number four?

No, sir. We just assumed...

Petty Officer Spencer, did you or Petty Officer Dodd

unstow the torpedo from tube number four?

No, sir.

Uh, I just remembered something, sir.

When we went off shore power,

the boat was blacked out for a few seconds.

And I noticed the tag had come off tube number four

so I put it back.

Hey, come on, man. Let's go.

Right.

I must have put it back wrong.

You were out of the room at that time, right, Chief?

Yes, sir.

You didn't notice the mistake.

No, sir.

It must've been in the tube when we fired the water slugs, sir.

Fire number four.

Firing four. Aye.

If 300-501 was in the tube when you fired the slug, Chief,

where is it now?

I'd say it's about five fathoms below the pier at Norfolk, sir.

Chief, maybe you and your crew

could give us a minute of privacy.

Aye, aye, sir.

How many hours did you go without sleep during this, Lieutenant?

Thirty six?

Forty eight?

Something like that.

We're all human.

How'd it feel, sir?

Knowing that you'd never serve on a submarine again?

And that's all it was?

The torpedo got shoved out in the water?

[Turner] They haven't found it yet, sir,

but that seems to be the explanation.

Nobody checked the tube before they fired the water slugs.

Charges?

I don't think it can be avoided, sir.

The Weapons CPO bears direct responsibility.

Next is the weapons officer

and the skipper's career may not survive, either.

Good men, very bad mistake.

Nice job, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Get out of my chair, damn it.

Come here, Dammit.

I knew it'd come to me.

[Rabb] You know what's funny about all this?

No, but I bet you're about to enlighten me.

Well, it was a fortunate mishap.

If the nuke hadn't gone missing

the base wouldn't have been in lockdown,

Navy'd be out $10 million right now.

Interesting hypothesis.

But I'm not sure the Navy would agree.

[MacKenzie] Lieutenant Odell,

the charges against you have been dropped,

thanks to the efforts of Commander Rabb.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.

I knew I could trust you.

Nah, I just got lucky, I guess, Lieutenant.

You know, if you hurry you can get back

to Norfolk before the Connolly gets underway.

It seems your replacement has a replacement-- you.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, ma'am. Sir.

Lucky, huh? You just saved the taxpayers $10 million.

Well, somebody had to do it.

[Tiner] Good morning, Admiral.

As you were, Tiner.

Keep your seat, Colonel.

Morning, Commander.

-Sir. -Uh, you know,

I was just finishing tidying up your desk, sir.

No, no, no.

This is just a visit. You're still in charge.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

[Tiner] Excuse me, Admiral.

There's a dog in the office.

I know. She's mine. Come here, Dammit.

Sit down, Dammit.

You named the dog "Dammit," sir?

Well, the name kind of found itself.

Dammit?

Oh, no...

Oh, damn it.