All language subtitles for JAG S01E03 Shadow

Surface contact bearing 040, speed 20
knots, range 6 ,000 yards.

Designating this contact Sierra 7.

Helm coming right to 275.

Right to 275, aye.

Helm coming right to 275.

There you go.

Donor signature matches test target,
sir.

I have able confirmation.

Start a target motion analysis, Mr.
Scott.

Aye, Skipper.

Mending target motion analysis.

Torpedo ready, Mr. Grover.

Mr. Grover. What?

Can we fire the shadow?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Anytime. Thank you.

XO. We have a firing solution, sir.

Fire one.

Fire one.

Firing. Aye, sir.

Two -one, fire allegedly, sir.

Torpedo in the water.

40 knots and accelerating.

50.

60.

70 knots. That sucker's faster than my
Geo.

Impressing my sonar LPO, Mr. Grover. And
you?

I drive a Porsche.

Steady at 15 feet.

75 knots.

Range to target 2 ,000 yards and closer.

1 ,500.

All right, Mr. Grover.

Let's see if your shadow can live up to
its name.

Both 500 yards and hold.

Done. 1 ,000 yards to target.

Torpedo's slowing, sir.

Torpedo's mass starting speed is
maintaining a 500 -yard separation, sir.

be damned.

And he'll stay behind that destroyer for
the next 12 hours? Unless I order it to

attack. Or shift to another target?

What do you think of my shadow now,
Commander?

I'll tell you in 12 hours, Mr. Grover.

Torpedo's diving, sir.

50 feet, 100.

Speed accelerating to 50 knots.

10 degrees down angle, head full.

10 degrees down angle, head full.

10 degrees down.

All right.

Torpedo passing through 500 feet.

Thermocline to 650.

600.

Losing signal. 650. I'm losing contact,
sir.

We're under the thermocline.

Grisham, we're under the thermocline. I
know, sir, but there's nothing out

there. Grover, where the hell is your
torpedo gone?

I don't know.

Morning. Morning, Mr. President.

Anybody know anything about this
helicopter?

Not on schedule.

Come on, somebody. Talk to me.

All right. Come on.

appreciate it, Lieutenant.

I don't know what the President did.

President?

Good bell, Commander.

Lieutenant?

Sir? Lieutenant Austin has been assigned
to this investigation with you.

Not anymore.

Admiral Provo made her his aide.

He replaced you? After the Senate
drilled me on the Seahawk incident, the

Admiral thought it would be in Jag's
best interest if I... got out of Dodge

a while.

Meaning, Washington.

Kate sent her regrets.

You know Kate?

Well, enough for her to warn me, sir.

About what?

That's privileged information.

Lieutenant? Lieutenant Austin is a
computer weapons specialist.

I thought you were a lawyer.

I'm multi -talented, sir.

I'm sure you are, Lieutenant.

No, you're not, sir. But in time, I'll
prove it to you. Honesty is something

I've always admired in an officer.

I'm not a modest, sir. Just
straightforward.

Comes from being raised in Texas.

Lieutenant Austin, please get on with
your briefing. We only have until

midnight. What happens at midnight?

You turn into a pumpkin?

No, sir.

A couple of thousand people died.

He's in the shadow after a cruise ship.
Says he'll sink it.

If we don't deliver him and 40 million
and go, he's courting us by midnight.

That's inside Cuban territorial waters,
Skipper.

He's probably got an accomplice with a
boat, which is pretty damn smart.

We can't follow him into Cuba.

Sir? Why don't we stuff his tubby little
body inside the number one tube and

threaten to launch him unless it recalls
a shadow?

Somehow I don't think that'll do any
good.

Anyway, it's out of our hands now.

Jack, you're sending us lawyers?

Yeah, to evaluate and negotiate.

If that torpedo sinks the cruise ship,
the only thing they'll be evaluating

be why I let it happen.

Weapons assessment ordered that test,
Kipper. They stuck us with that civilian

techno pirate.

It's my boat, XO. It's happening on my
watch.

That makes it my responsibility.

It shouldn't be too difficult to find
the cruise ship and destroy the torpedo.

There are 17 cruise ships in the
Caribbean at the moment.

And he says any attempt to interfere
with him or the Shadow will cause it to

immediately sink one of them. And you
believe him?

That's what you're to find out.

Who the hell is this guy?

His name is Dirk Grover.

He designed the shadow software program.

That's why he was conducting the test.

It's a brilliant weapon system using
shadow torpedoes and attacks that could

fire at a number of targets, leave the
area, then sink them.

Sounds like a brilliant way to hold up
Fort Knox.

What if I think he's telling the truth?

That's the president's decision.

If I get my hands on his computer, I'll
crack his code and disarm the shadow.

aren't supposed to do with you in the
water.

Permission to come aboard, sir.

I ought to deny it. What kind of fool
stump are you two trying to pull out

there? It's the only way we can get on
board, sir.

You're a woman.

Yes, sir.

The Senate officer is also a computer
weapons expert, sir.

Tom, make sure these officers get coffee
and dry uniforms.

We'll bring them to the column. Aye,
sir.

Follow me and think small.

What's wrong?

I'm just a little cold, sir.

He's feeling very full of himself.

He's taking over my stateroom and at the
moment is enjoying pizza and bug juice.

Bug juice?

Kool -Aid. How is Mr. Grover controlling
the shadow from your stateroom, sir?

He's got a laptop.

Connected to weapons control?

It's not connected to anything.

It's battery powered.

And you haven't taken it from him, sir?

No, Lieutenant.

Mr. Grover claims he must periodically
transmit to the shadow where it will

that ship.

Sir, to control the shadow from a
laptop, it would have to be hardwired to

torpedo or a sonar transducer. Then how
in hell did he control the shadow when

we launched it?

I don't know, sir.

Perhaps he has an accomplice on board.

My crew's bright, dedicated, and above
all, loyal, Lieutenant.

So rather than investigating them, I
suggest you put your time into exploring

how Mr. Grover's computer could be
linked to the shadow.

Sorry, sir.

I wasn't accusing your crew, just...

Theorizing. Jack, theories have a way of
turning into court -martials.

With all due respect, sir, we have to
investigate all possibilities, no matter

how unlikely.

Then I suggest you begin by
investigating the most likely.

XO, escort these officers to Mr. Grover.

Aye, aye, Skipper.

Follow me.

Watch your heads.

Nuclear stuff for big.

Those are the bombers, the missile
boats.

Hornet's headboat, small, compact.

Deadly to anyone over 5 '2". You've
warmed up, Lieutenant.

You're sweating.

The coffee, sir.

New faces.

A female and a looker, too.

Does that back up the idea?

Jags. I'm Lieutenant Rabb. This is
Lieutenant Austin.

Jags. Of course.

How typical of the cost -cutting Navy
have you assessed me and their civilian

liability at the same time? How liable
is the Navy?

You're the extortionist, not the Navy.
Still, a Navy torpedo fired from a Navy

submarine, it'll have those PI lawyers
in a feeding frenzy.

You're sweating, honey, because the
thought of all those lawsuits frighten

No, sir.

And the name's Lieutenant Austin, not
honey.

Well, how politically incorrect of me.

The two of you have first names?

Meg.

Harm.

Good. I'm Dirk, but you will address me
as sir or Mr. Grover.

Whatever you say, sir. That's right.

We do whatever I say.

When I say since the lives of a couple
thousand rum -drinking tourists are at

stake that we get down to business. Now,
if you're thinking of taking my laptop,

I devise against it.

I have to contact Shadow at random
intervals or we'll complete its attack

cruise liner. Now, I bet you're
wondering, how can my laptop reach to

through a hundred miles of seawater? The
question did occur, sir.

That question did occur, sir.

That's cute, Meg.

I like it.

Well, the answer is it's my little
secret.

Which means you're bluffing, sir. Want
to risk it? Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Chicken. Chicken harm, but smart.

Now, realizing that words alone aren't
going to convince you, I've arranged for

a little demonstration.

Where did you go to law school, Meg?

Princeton? Princeton doesn't have a law
school.

Quite right.

In five seconds, a seawater pipe in the
Ford escape chamber will burst.

We're dogging down the inner hatch.

I've chosen escape chamber because it's
easily sealed and won't endanger the

integrity of the ship.

We may not think, but you risk flooding
the con and then none of us are going

anywhere. The crew is too well trained
to let that happen.

Arm.

The chamber's flooded.

What the hell happened? I don't know,
sir. Either the outer hatch or a flood

valve failed.

Somebody kill that damn horn.

Aye, sir.

This is the captain.

We've had failure in the forward escape
chamber.

Flooding's been contained and does not,
I repeat, not affect our seaworthiness.

See?

Just as I predicted.

Don't you hate it when the bad guy's so
good?

No.

Makes an alien's ass that much more
satisfying.

I trust I've made my point.

My computer and I can be quite lethal.

And if necessary, I'll think not only
the cruise liner, but the Tiger Shark as

well. And drown yourself in the process?

Sir, I'm prepared to die.

Any innocent people on that cruise ship?

They have enough money for a Caribbean
cruise. They're not so innocent.

it's up to the Navy to save them now.
They don't even have to know they've

sailed into harm's way.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Harm.

I couldn't resist.

Now, I suggest that you report back that
unless my demands are met, a Navy

torpedo is going to sink a cruise liner
and ruin everyone's day.

Just a minute.

If you'd like to stay, I could offer you
some cold pizza and a cup of vintage

bug juice.

No, thank you, sir.

I said dismiss.

Why do I always attract nerds?

Maybe it's a uniform.

I was not made for this Billy Barty
habitat.

What's wrong?

Nothing, sir.

You're claustrophobic, aren't you? Me?
No, I... The hell you're not.

Why didn't you say something?

It's never been this bad.

You've never been on a submarine.

What are you going to do?

We're leaving to get someone out of here
who can do the job.

You can't do that, sir. My career would
be over.

Yeah, but right now, a couple of
thousand lives are a little more

your naval career, Lieutenant.

Which wouldn't be over if you assigned
duties unaffected by your phobia.

What, shuffling papers in some JAG
office?

That would have a window. That is not
funny, sir. No, but it's honest, which

a little more than you... Damn you!
Don't get... Watch it, Lieutenant, or

naval career will be over.

Here and now.

Sorry, sir.

I apologize, sir.

Look at you. You're coming apart like a
paper doll. Just give me a chance to

beat this.

I don't think you can. You don't like me
because I replaced Kate.

No, I don't like you because you didn't
disqualify yourself from this mission.

That, at least, I would have respected.

Can you fix it?

Yes, sir.

But it will take about an hour.

No. Negative that. Return to the ship.

Aye, aye, sir.

Grover did this?

Yes, sir.

Detonated it from his laptop to
demonstrate he can do what he threatens.

Still doesn't prove he's in control of
the shadow, sir.

Got my attention, Lieutenant.

Sir. His laptop may have a small
transmitter strong enough to radio

explosive device within the sub, but it
could not possibly transmit beyond the

hull. Could he use it to activate one of
our transmitters? Then it would be a

sonar transducer, not a transmitter.

Wouldn't everyone in sonar know it then,
sir?

Maybe Lieutenant Rabb believes my sonar
people are in league with Mr. Grover.

Not necessarily, sir. The Tiger Shark's
a new boat. A sonar transducer could

have been hidden in her haul during
construction.

Even if that's true, he could only
maintain contact for a few thousand

Which would explain how he controlled
that shadow when it was launched.

Could be.

But I bet my life he's not in control
now, sir.

It wouldn't just be your life you'd be
betting, Lieutenant.

XO, have sonar take a look at those
tapes.

If there are any signals emanating from
this boat, I want to know about it.

Aye, Skipper.

See, that would also explain how an
explosive device got hidden inside that

flood pipe, sir.

During construction?

Yes, sir.

And if we're to believe Mr. Grover,
there isn't just one.

Admiral Brovo is ducking this one, isn't
he?

No, sir.

The Admiral was called to the U .N. to
consult on the feasibility of

Bosnian war crimes.

He might as well consult on the mating
of mules.

Mules are sterile, sir. Have you ever
been under fire, Commander?

Me, sir? That's what I thought.

No mayo.

For 23 years, I've been telling her a
ham sandwich isn't a ham sandwich

mayo.

You eat it.

Yes, sir.

Based on your recommendation, the
president has decided to pay the rents

our budget.

Hmm.

Well, speaking of Admiral Spartan, it
wasn't just my recommendation, sir. It

also Lieutenant Rad's assessment of the
situation that... Does everyone at JAG

crawfish like you, Commander?

Sir, I didn't mean to imply that it
was... Here are your orders, Commander.

you will transfer the bullion from the
Federal Bank in Miami to the Tiger

Two, you will have the Tiger Shark
deliver the bullion and Grover...

to the Cuban coast by midnight.

And three, and this is the most
important, Commander, if you accomplish

two, your next duty station will be the
Arizona.

The Arizona's at the bottom of Pearl
Harbor, sir.

Get that torpedo back.

Being underwater, the satellite can't
pick up our thermal signature like it

does surface vessels.

We're here, and all boxed images are the
thermal signatures from cruise ships.

And how do you tell cruise ships from
tankers or graders?

The brightest clips are cruise ships.

I guess all those mating couples put out
a lot of heat.

Actually, the cruise ships generate more
heat because of the passengers and

facilities. What's this? It seems to be
a clustered ship.

That's our carrier task force lip of the
Theodore Roosevelt. They're anti

-submarine aircraft. They're hunting for
the shadow.

They can't cover all these ships before
midnight?

How would you know that?

I was a naval aviator before becoming a
lawyer, sir.

We need to narrow the search.

It's a large ship with a couple of
thousand passengers on board,

100 nautical miles from here.

Assuming Mr. Grover wasn't lying.

He told you which ship he targeted?

Not exactly, sir. He made some verbal
slips.

Mr. Grover doesn't make verbal slips,
Lieutenant.

When was the shuttle launched?

A little over six hours ago.

Can I see the ops manual on the shuttle?

That's top secret.

Webb.

Skipper.

These drag officers would like to ask a
few questions. What's the maximum speed

a shadow can maintain for 12 hours?

Depending on sea conditions, 20, 25
knots.

Why the hell didn't I think of that?

Right.

12 hours at 25 knots.

We can eliminate any ships beyond 300
miles.

Still leaves nine ships.

What's the target acquisition range for
the shadow?

30 ,000 yards.

Any cruise ships that close when it was
fired? No, of course not far too risky.

The nearest civilian ship was at least
30 miles over the horizon.

Isn't that proof that Grover's bluffing?
He didn't have a target close enough to

lock on to.

No, he could have vectored it toward
one. It would lock on once it got within

acquisition range.

He'd need an accurate position fix to do
that.

How could he get one?

From me.

Grover hung over my shoulder while I
checked with the satellite to see if

was any civilian activity in the test
zone.

I thought he was just curious.

So he probably sent the shadow in the
direction of one of these ships. The

question is still which one.

It wouldn't have been one of the farther
ships.

The longer his intercept took, the more
chance for error.

The target could change course, speed
up, or slow down.

So he picked something close.

Yeah. Probably one of these three. At
high speed, the shadow could have

the target in less than 30 minutes.

XO, get a message off to the Roosevelt
with coordinates on these three ships.

Tell them to check them first.

Aye, Icekeeper.

If you'll excuse us, sir, we'll have
another go at Mr. Grover.

Sure.

He's a pilot.

Yeah, well, he's not a submariner.

Suck it up, Lieutenant.

Get me a computer.

Not until I'm certain taking it from him
won't sink that ship. I disagree, sir.

You already noted you're coming apart
again. I'll handle it.

I want to use it.

What?

I'll have a little pizza and bug juice
with him. Seeing you vulnerable might

help drop his guard.

What, do you want me to play the
fainthearted female?

I don't want you to play anything,
Lieutenant.

Where's your partner?

Radioing Washington that you're
everything you say you are, sir.

Not as dumb as he looks.

Yes, he is.

Ooh, dissension in the ranks?

I don't agree with him.

Well, perhaps I could give you another
demonstration.

Why is someone who's obviously as
brilliant as you doing this?

Oh, the prom queen called the nerd
brilliant.

He'll tell her anything.

What the hell?

Why not?

Three years ago, I designed a computer
program that typed in English and

out in Japanese.

It was worth millions.

But because I was employed by the
government, all I got was my salary.

Can't afford Caribbean cruises with
girls like you on a government salary.

That didn't seem fair.

I must believe you meant that.

Just a little course correction.

I've been playing the tape over and over
again, looking for coded sonar burst

transmissions, but they're impossible to
distinguish from the background noise.

That was an idea.

And a good one, sir.

Helped me figure out how we lost the
shadow.

I had the shadow just before the end of
the thermocline.

And that's where I lose it.

I should have picked it back up once we
went through the layer, but I didn't.

Except for... Did you see that?

Not really.

That's all right, sir. I didn't see it
the first time either There

you see that maybe That fish part was
the shadow

Colorfully put well the thermocline
blocks the sonar signal from either side

So as we went through he sent the shadow
back up So that fish bar was all I

picked up for the thermocline block the
sonar signal again

So Grover had control of his shadow from
his laptop.

Yes, sir. I mean, that stunt took split
-second timing to pull off, and he's

over there playing with his keyboard the
whole time.

How far were you from the shadow when
you lost contact?

4 ,000 yards. So we can assume that
Grover can control the shadow from at

that distance.

Yes, sir, but I agree with your female
lieutenant that even if he had a

transducer hidden in the hull, it
couldn't transmit much beyond that.

Thanks, Grisham.

Just an alabaster, sir. Will do.

It's a little like being buried alive,
isn't it?

Trapped in a steel coffin, covered with
water instead of dirt.

Stop it.

I want you to do something. If anything
can distract me.

Like what?

You have a computer game?

I'm not stupid.

It doesn't have to be anything to do
with the shadow. Just a game. Everybody

a game in their computer.

Please.

Just do something to get my mind off
this damn wall.

What'd you call it, Lieutenant?

Tomcat.

Tomcat for Jack?

I broke one. They wouldn't give me
another one.

How'd you do that?

Night fishing, bro.

Tough brick.

I can live on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, no, no.

We're gonna hit that. We're gonna hit
that.

You better not fly choppers, Meg.

What else you got?

Well...

Lieutenant

Rapp.

Sir.

In order to rendezvous, D -Lo will pick
up the dough and deliver it to Mr.

Grover at Cuban Waters before midnight.

Your mission here is over, Lieutenant.

Yeah, yeah.

Go past them. Right, right.

Don't you ever knock?

They're going to pay, Mr. Grover.

I'll be damned.

Somebody in the government finally made
the right decision.

I don't think so.

Don't be a damn fool!

Slap that bastard in iron. With
pleasure, sir.

You can't do this.

They're going to pay.

Are you resisting arrest, Mr. Grover?
No.

Okay, Lieutenant.

You've been after me to get you his
computer.

You got it. I just hope the hell in his
coat is not in Chinese.

I don't believe he's in control of the
shadow, sir.

You've been busting Lieutenant Austin's
butt for saying that. Now you believe

her. Now that I have enough data to
confirm it. I concur, Skipper. Then if

Roosevelt's aircraft can find the
shadow... They can take it out. No, sir.

Shadows assigned to torpedoes targeted
ping by attack sonar. All right, then.

We'll wait till it runs out of fuel.

In two hours.

It's automatically taxed. There goes
fuel critical, sir. Are you telling me

matter what we do, that ship's going to
the bottom? Unless you can get us within

4 ,000 yards of the shadow, sir.

At that point, Lieutenant Austin can
disengage the torpedo from the laptop.

Gibbons on the time.

XO. Sir?

Can you expect immediately?

Captain?

In our location, here's the rendezvous
point. This is our position.

These are the three cruise ships. That's
our rendezvous point off of Cuba.

If we're to make the shadow before
midnight, we have to set a course for

ships now.

For which one, Lieutenant?

In the general direction of all three,
sir, until the Roosevelt's aircraft

the shadow. If her aircraft finds the
shadow, and if Washington agrees with

theory. That's my point, sir. The
president has to make that decision by

time he does that. It'll be too late to
repeat him. We have to abandon the Hilo

rendezvous and change course now. You're
asking me to disregard my orders,

Lieutenant? No, sir.

I'm asking you to use the initiative for
which you submariners are famous.

Who told you that?

A Marine.

Haven't you learned to never believe a
Marine?

Yes, sir.

It's only 40 million.

We're turning back, sir.

You sure?

Yes, sir. We just received a message
from the Tiger Sharks. We're aboard

submission.

They've done it.

They've done it. They've done it.

Go ahead, go ahead. What is it? What is
it? It must have been garbled, sir. He

said something about crossing your
fingers and toes.

Last message, sir.

Skipper, one of Roosevelt's aircraft has
taken an object in the water 200 yards

to the stern of the Carib Starship. It's
British out of Bermuda carrying 800

passengers and crew.

They want to know if they should attempt
to destroy it.

Negative. We'll take it from here.
Request a couple of ships in the area to

assist if needed.

What have you got?

Well, I found the shadow.

Following a ship called the Caribbean
Star.

Tell them to come left of course, 090.

Left of course, 090.

It's going to be close.

We'll reach the star for an hour and 40
minutes.

That'll leave you 15 minutes,
Lieutenant.

Doesn't have something to do, sir.

What's it doing here?

Am I bugging more?

Lending more of support.

No, it activated itself. I set off a
trap. Another bomb can explode.

Collision alarm!

Who called the collision alarm?

Lieutenant Raptor.

Grover's laptop activated another bomb.
Lieutenant Austin disarmed it.

Where is it?

The officer's wardroom.

Isn't this the officer's wardroom?

Uh -huh.

Surface contact, bearing 010.

Speed 12 knots, range 14 ,000 yards.

Designating this contact Sierra 8. Come
left, 010.

Left, 010.

Aye, sir. Sir, I'm picking up a second
target.

Designating Sierra Niner.

Sierra Niner is 200 yards to the stern
of Sierra 8 and traveling at the same

speed. It's shadow, sir. Okay,
Lieutenant.

We got you this far.

It's your show.

Aye, aye, sir.

You know, this nerd could have made $40
million designing computer games.

He's good.

And sense of humor.

You usually get something obscene.

Like?

Never mind, sir.

Now, when I get really close to
cracking, it could just happen.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, it's no
problem. I know how to stop him.

Are you getting close?

Yes, sir.

I'm not in yet. I penetrated four levels
through booby traps and even found a

fake program that looks good but does
nothing.

I know a woman like that.

I didn't mean you, Lieutenant.

Well, it fits, sir.

I don't think I'm going to get in.

Not in 20 minutes.

Bring the schematic of the Tiger Shark
back up.

The one with the explosives.

He placed them in the forward escape
chamber, officer's wardroom, and

desalination compartment.

None of these are places to sink us.

He's not prepared to die.

For what they give us.

Yeah.

Skipper wants you up top.

Oh, somebody came to their senses.

We could say that.

Six thousand yards and closer, sir.

I had one -third.

I had one -third. You found the shadow,
Mr. Grover?

Now, why don't I believe... Two hundred
yards and closer to the character.

Want to have a rendezvous?

No, Mr. Grover, you do not pass go. You
do not collect $40 million.

You go straight to jail.

You are outlying!

Suit yourself.

They're all gonna die!

If they do, you do.

No, no, no. See, the computer is out of
my hands. Whatever happens now is your

responsibility. Harm!

Sounds like you're setting up a legal
defense. What happened to being willing

die? They're the ones who are gonna die!

I did it.

Impossible! Think again, jerk. I'm in.

Shadow's altering course, sir.

It's veering away from the star.

Sir!

Sir! Shadow's coming around to our bow,
sir!

It's taking a new target! Lieutenant
Austin?

Working on it, sir. It's acquiring us,
sir. It won't respond.

3 ,000 yards and closing. Left hard
runner!

Left hard runner, I said. Turning left.
Hard runner.

I'm trying. 2 ,500 yards and closing,
sir.

I told you we're all going to die.

Steady up 109.

109. Hi, sir. 2 ,000 yards and closing,
sir. Fire decoys.

Fire and decoys, Captain.

Decoys away.

Right hard rudder. Right hard rudder.
Hi, sir.

1 ,500 yards and closing, sir. Not
following the decoys, sir.

Emergency deep. 20 degrees. Downing.

40 degrees, down angle, high. Head
blank, rudder midships, high.

1 ,000 yards, sir. I can't do it.
Nothing's working. 600 yards, sir.

Stand collision alert.

Take control left line.

Control left.

Exo! Take the cog.

Closer to one -third. Level her off.

Aye aye, Skipper. I have the cog. At one
-third.

Shadow wasn't attacking her.

No, but you thought it was.

Mind if I stay up here till we make
port, sir?

As long as we don't dive.

If we do, I think I'll try swimming.

I owe you an apology, sir.

For what?

For what I thought about you when you
were on my cape.

Thoughts are not insubordinate,
Lieutenant.

Kept me angry at you to take my mind off
the claustrophobia.

I did?

Yes, sir.

You did.

You know, Meg... You're all right.

In fact, I wouldn't mind being seen with
you again.