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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.