All language subtitles for JAG S04E16 Silent Service

The yeoman testified he handed his urine
sample to the lab technician.

No, he testified he handed it to the
corpsman. The lab assistant handed it to

the supervisor.

You skipped over how it got from the
corpsman to the lab assistant, which was

the whole point of this line of
questioning, to create the possibility

break in the chain of custody. That was
your intention, Harm. As far as I'm

concerned, lab incompetence was never at
the center of this case.

Well, then what was?

Please. The suspense is killing me.

Sir.

It's the Lepari court martial admiral.

The yeoman failed his drug test, sir. He
insists a shipmate he beat at poker

spiked his tapioca with hashish.

There's no way for us to prove that,
sir. Did you communicate this to the

I did, sir.

Major? Not conclusively, sir.

Well, since you are the defense team,
don't you think it would be in the best

interest of your clients that you would
agree?

I don't think that's going to happen on
this one. The major and I just don't

seem to see eye to eye.

Is that your opinion, major?

It is, sir.

Okay.

What's going on?

Well, sir, I don't think we need to be
overly concerned about it. The Major and

I are together a lot.

And there's bound to be a few bumps in
the road every once in a while.

And this would be one of them.

Yes, sir. Seems to be, sir.

It's very interesting.

Because I just got authorization from
Judge Scheides to have you both removed

from the case.

Well, he wouldn't get an argument here,
sir. So I can send you both as a team to

the Arctic Ocean to conduct a Jagman
investigation aboard the submarine USS

Watertown.

Sir. Apparently, it strayed into
Norwegian waters and surfaced in the

a sailing regatta.

Watertown's claiming operational mishap.
Our Scandinavian allies, tired of us

skulking around their shoreline, are a
little more skeptical.

They... Coast of Norway has some
strategic significance that the Pentagon

loathe to give up. Sir, we're looking
for a defensible position.

Admiral. Commander, I understand that
you had an assignment aboard the USS

Shark? Yes, sir. Before you arrived, my
partner at the time, Lieutenant Austin,

and I were assigned there to negotiate
with the terrorists.

Tiger Shark is Seawolf class, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Watertown is Los Angeles class.

Are you familiar with them?

No, sir.

Be prepared to do a lot of slouching.

Understood, sir.

Good, Major.

One caveat, you'll be in tight quarters
with 141 men.

Prepare yourself.

Sir, might I suggest you give that
warning to the crew of the Watertown?

I'm going to assume you two can resolve
your differences and move on. Any reason

for me to think otherwise?

No, sir. No, sir. Good.

That'll be all.

Aye, sir. Yes, sir.

Top bunk.

Tail.

Head.

Leave the laundry at home this time.

Oh, and I feel I should let you know,
the entire time we were down there,

Lieutenant Austin suffered from
claustrophobia.

I'm not Lieutenant Austin.

We'll see.

Cleared for delivery.

Stand by to receive.

All the way, Skyhawk.

Watertown, they're all here.

Rolling!

Yeah,

you'll be okay.

Two -thirds of the morning watched
through a puke party. Both the

officer and the bow plane operator went
down.

Within minutes, Watertown had drifted
off track and deaf.

By the time the XO could take control
and correct her back, she was dead.

Seriously, of course.

How'd the men get sick, sir? Chief
Carman?

E. coli, ma 'am.

Bad meat?

Pancakes and hash browns, sir.

Any previous incidents, sir?

Negative.

You out of ink, Major?

Uh, a pencil would help, Skipper.

I've got a better idea.

XO, let Major McKenzie use your PDA.

Ever try one of these?

Personal digital assistant.

Provides its own light. You can take
notes, access data.

Even as a...

infrared transmitter so you can email
anywhere on the boat using Watertown's

internal communication system.

Commander Flagler, if the XO needs this.

I want you to thoroughly check out the
veracity of these accounts.

XO Eustace, myself, every man on this
boat is prepared to cooperate fully.

Yes, sir. Get on it, Commander.

Very good.

Every foodstuff on board is either
frozen, freeze -dried, canned, or

The quality control is like that on a
space shuttle. If there was

it happened elsewhere.

What about unclean surfaces?

Ma 'am, as I said, the sanitation regs
on a sub were unreal.

You know, you could perform an
appendectomy in my countertops.

An infected crew member?

Everyone scrubs down before and after,
sir.

I'm telling you, my galley's cleaner
than the Pope's nose.

Well, we're going to need more than just
your assurance, Chief.

Permission to speak freely.

On the record, Chief.

Go ahead, Chief Basileo.

Something's not right about Watertown.

In what way? She spooked me.

Chief. Look, sir, the vibe is bad.

Guys are getting sick and hurt all the
time. This week, it's nausea. Before

that, the leading yeoman punctured an
eardrum. Same day, one of my mess cranks

got scabies.

We had to strip and sterilize. Took us
18 hours.

Now I get to do it again.

Look, you probably think I'm some
Brooklyn bozo, but I've been a

seven years, and I've never had an
assignment like this.

I tell you, there's something wrong when
a chief corpsman's the hardest working

squid on a boat.

We just began our fourth back -to -back
patrol.

Didn't even have liberty.

When you have men working this close for
that long a period of time, they

develop a single consciousness.

If it's unhealthy, it can support spread
of sickness.

Job injury and even depression.

Is it unhealthy?

I believe that was Chief Hodge's point,
Mac.

I'm aware of the Chief's point. I was
looking for specifics.

The men are tired, ma 'am.

Yeah, what about that?

It's to be expected.

I'm busier than I should be, but I don't
think there's any cause for alarm.

What can be done about it? Nothing
really, sir. But this is a great crew.

They're bulldogs. There isn't a drill
these guys can't handle.

Are you okay, Major?

Yeah, I think I'd pinch something.

Doesn't surprise me. It's the number one
complaint around here, all that bending

and hunching.

Trust me, ma 'am.

Reading this book on reflexology, it's
very cool stuff.

I think it worked.

That's amazing.

And the angle for you, sir?

Can you make me shorter?

XO, make your depth 400 feet.

Make my depth 400 feet, aye, sir.

Maintain course 340, 10 degree down
angle. Make depth 400 feet.

All engines ahead full. Maintain course
3 -4 -0, 10 degree down angle. Make

depth 400 feet. All engines ahead full.

Naval Intelligence is located what they
believe to be an underwater missile

facility off the North Korean coast.

Watertown has just been deployed to the
Sea of Japan.

Sir, the Major and I have enough to file
a preliminary report. You can put us

off at any point.

We're already under the Arctic ice,
Commander. You'll be riding the vents

we surface on the other side.

We understand, sir.

Well, we don't put mints on your pillows
here, but we'll do our best to make her

stay as comfortable as we can.

Two of your officers have the flu, sir.

Have to be enlisted quarters, then. I'm
sorry.

We'll notify your command of the
situation and guarantee your safety.

Sir, how long do you expect this to
take?

Shouldn't be more than a week, huh, sir?

Fifteen days, minimum.

Think of it this way.

You'll have time to complete your
investigation.

I think so.

Welcome to Hotel Shoehorn, ma 'am.

Petty Officer First Class Durkin at your
service, Major.

Can I take your gear?

I'm fine.

Evening, sir.

Just about to show off the visitor's
suite.

How long has she bowed a stern? I'd say
you have about four inches on her, sir.

Guess this'll be yours, ma 'am.

We're hot bunking down here, Mac. Two to
a cop.

Who is he?

Petty Officer Donahue, ma 'am.

Major, the head.

Yes, Master Chief.

Well, you're going to need instructions
on what to do in there.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma 'am. That came out
wrong.

What I mean is that the facilities on a
submarine are, well, unique.

Think of it as a chamber within a
chamber. So when you've...

concluded your business, then you'll
have to stand and open the saltwater

valve, close it when it fills, then open
the flapper valve. That's a cylinder

with a hole in it that's located at the
bottom of the receptacle itself.

Turn it so that the contents empty into
the sanitary tank.

The thing is,

You're going to have to open it to its
smallest aperture first because if the

pressure in the sanitary tank is higher
than that in the toilet, then the

contents can blow back at you.

Anyway,

if you're turning the valve and you see
bubbles, then just stop and

call the engineer.

Thanks for the instructions, Master
Chief Crimmins.

Just using it to change.

Oh.

Yes, ma 'am.

squirming. My knees are in my face, Mac.
Give me a break.

Whoa, sorry.

Wrong rack.

Just a compactor, Major.

Sorry about that.

Snap to!

Is this your idea, Petty Officer?

Standard procedure, ma 'am.

Well, let me be as clear as I can.

While I'm aboard this boat, I expect you
and your shipmates to maintain

the respect.

Do an officer.

If I find that lacking in any way, I
will haul you out the forward escape

and feed your ass to the crabs.

Understood, ma 'am.

Why are you jumping all over me? I had
nothing to do with it. No, you were just

enjoying yourself.

Back. They were just having fun. You're
the best thing to happen to this crew in

a month. You consider disrespecting an
officer fun?

I don't think this qualifies as
disrespect.

Besides, pranks are common on a sub.

Oh, so it's my problem.

No, but you could take it easy. I mean,
lighten up.

I'll work on it.

You know what?

It's quite obvious that we are not
getting along.

So why don't we just agree to take it
easy on each other for the duration down

here? And maybe this thing will work
itself out.

I can do that.

Good. I'll try to be more sensitive, and
you try to be less.

You try to be more sensitive, and I
won't have to be less.

You know what, Mac?

It is your problem.

So the cabin's air flask provides HP, or
high -pressure air, to the emergency

main ballast tank blowhead?

Yes. That allows us to force water from
the main ballast tanks for emergency

surface. Well, how much pressure are we
talking about, Master Chief?

4 ,500 pounds per square inch.

When coming through a hole that small,
it's like a laser beam.

It can pierce flesh like a needle.

He burst his vena cava, sir.

He was dead before he hit the deck.

Somehow, during maintenance...

The packing must have been nicked, which
eventually caused the fitting to blow.

Apparently, the nick was so small, no
one noticed it. So you're saying it

weakened over time.

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Towson was unlucky enough
to be passing when it gave way. Sir,

someone's got to bring this up. Might as
well be me.

We have a body on board.

Excuse me, sir, but that body belongs to
Petty Officer Towson.

And as far as I'm concerned, he still
has an identity. I don't care for the

tone, Chief. All right, all right. Stand
down, both of you.

I know I'm not handling this very well,
but something in the universe must be

out of whack.

And this kid should not be dead.

I understand.

I'm scheduling a memorial service for
1600.

I suggest that we deal with our feelings
at that time.

Yes, sir.

Exo, what is your suggestion?

Burial the sea, sir.

I don't understand. We can't surface.

Torpedo tubes, Mick.

I'm not doing that to his family.

Only under battle conditions would I
even consider it. No, we're bringing him

back.

Order Chief Basilio to clear space from
his freezer.

We'll bag Petty Officer Towson and store
him there.

The frosted food will be cooked and
preserved with salt.

XO, come left, heading 225.

All engines, a head full.

Aye, sir.

Come left, steer course 225. All
engines, a head full. Come left, steer

225. Sir, we have real ice cream aboard.

You arrange port and port.

Third Major?

No, thanks.

Commander? No, I'm still good.

None for me either, Gary. Is the crew
all set?

Yes, sir.

I have plenty.

Doesn't seem very Christian, delving
ourselves like this in the wake of a

tragedy.

Any thoughts on why all this is
happening, Skipper?

Medical emergencies, the death of the
petty officer.

Should I?

Well, the reason I asked here is your
corpsman, Chief Hodge, seems to think it

has to do with shared fatigue. I
wondered if you agreed with his thesis.

I respect the chief's opinion.

As far as I'm concerned, this is the
finest 688 crew in the fleet.

They can handle the stress.

You consider it bad vibes?

Bad vibes are the result of bad crews.

I'm talking about the boat itself, sir.
There are those who believe the water

town is cursed.

What do you think, sir?

I think that's horse pucky.

Permission to enter, sir.

We're at it.

Sir.

I don't know how to say this. One word
at a time, Chief.

Sir, I've been concerned about Petty
Officer Blustein.

He's the only member of the crew who
hasn't yet recovered.

Blustein, the Mets guy?

Yes, sir.

He's been running 103 fever.

That's not treatable.

Of course, sir.

Just that this morning I noticed him
yellowing in his eyes, so I...

Took a blood test.

Don't tell me the man has jaundice.

Hepatitis A, sir.

I'll need authorization to quarantine
him to the corpsman's room, sir.

Surrounding areas will also have to be
off -limits.

So how is it spread?

Through uncooked food, sir.

You'll all need to be tested.

The wrong rack.

It's me.

Sorry, I can't sleep.

Well, I don't know any bedtime stories.

Listen to this.

I've been running everything over in my
head, right?

And I was thinking back to when we were
on the Hornet and the possibility of

ghosts and the like.

Now I try to apply that to the water
town, but I keep tripping over reality.

What do you mean?

Well, first off, food poisoning
incident. The skipper told us that the

navigational watch took sick before the
exo could replace him.

But they all ate the same breakfast, so
how does the XO not get sick?

Well, maybe he didn't eat.

Why wouldn't he?

The NIC valve.

Given the fact that the subs are
obsessively maintained, how does the NIC

go undetected in the time it would take
for it to weaken? Go on.

Hepatitis A. How does it appear aboard a
vessel where there's been no liberty

for weeks? When I was flying off the
Seahawk, there was an outbreak. Bosun's

main picked it up and aboard.

The infection spread within days.

Watertown is in spook, Mac, and the
fatigue factor is irrelevant.

Well, then what is it?

Someone aboard this vessel is
deliberately trying to hurt the others.

I suggest you both lighten up on the bug
juice. First, my boat is cursed. Now,

there's a madman aboard.

Sir, I didn't say that. Why else would
an individual with few ways of

his actions and no possible means of
escape try to infect or injure the

I don't know. You damn well better.

You don't wake me up out of a dead sleep
and feed me this kind of theory without

knowing. Understood?

Look, Skipper, let the major meet poke
around. See if we can turn something up.

We can conceal it from the crew by
folding it into our investigation of the

sailboat incident.

You behind this, Major?

I trust the commander implicitly, sir.

There's no one with better instincts.

He's right.

It makes no sense.

Where's the motive?

Acrimony? Revenge?

Claustrophobic delusions? What do you
think? I think I'm more comfortable with

ghosts and curses.

Hey, Mac, with these kind of space
restrictions, even the least aggressive

member is going to feel like killing
somebody at one point or another.

Can we do this somewhere else?

What, you want to go outside?

You know, if you're wrong about this,
we're going to be the most unpopular

guests at the party.

Well, as long as we dance together.

And you lead.

You know, Mac, I'm beginning to think
that this is more than just a bump in

road.

You honestly resent me.

And you have no faith in me.

How did we get to this point, anyway?

we were too.

We have been on a honeymoon of late.

Are you saying this was inevitable?

I don't know.

But I think maybe we should talk about
it. You know, there might be deeper

issues.

I am not going there with you. This is
not a marriage, okay?

You have a better idea?

Yeah, let's get through it. We have an
investigation to conduct.

Well, that's it. End of conversation.

No, you can tell me what you know about
laser communications.

Well, I'll take that to mean not much.

How were you able to get a signal
through the ice?

A P3 out of Brunswick, a circle in that
low altitude.

Ready watch tells me this reduces
attenuation of the signal. The patrol

then clean beams it to the nearest
satellite.

Cool. Listen, Fudd, I need you to check
the records of every crew member aboard

the Watertown.

All right, sir. What am I looking for?

history of therapy, anything that might
suggest dysfunction.

You got it.

How is everything down there, sir?

Well, that's to be determined,
Lieutenant, but don't worry, the Major

fine. You know, I've never been on a
thub.

What's it like?

Well, you can experience it firsthand,
bud.

I can?

Yeah. When you go home tonight, throw
out all your fresh fruit and vegetables,

put lube oil in your humidifier, go to
sleep on a shelf in your closet and go

work before sunrise.

Is that a wrap?

Uh, yes, sir.

But if the admiral asks what we're up
to, just tell him. Everything he wants

know.

Admiral. Sir.

Are you and the major getting along?

We're working through it, sir.

Are you operating with a full
endorsement of the skipper?

Yes, sir.

You do anything irregular or unlawful or
ill -advised?

No, sir.

Uh -huh.

Carry on.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's all right, guys.

Everyone has to be tested.

It's the second time.

Yep.

Chief,

pull me down here. You going to get the
other guy?

We'll call.

Mac, you can't ignore me. We bump into
each other every five feet.

What is it?

I need some humoring on this theory of
mine.

Of everyone we've met, what do you think
of Mass. Chief Basilio as a suspect?

Yeah, too overt.

Master Chief Crimmins?

Too many years.

The XO.

My thoughts exactly.

Especially his lack of empathy toward
the crew.

Yeah, and he was the only one who didn't
get sick on that watch.

What do we know about him?

Nothing yet.

Well, we could buy the skipper for info.

Ask to Risky Mac. We could tip our hand,
lose his support.

I thought we'd go directly to the XO.

But you shouldn't go.

Well, the XO hates you. You took his
PDA.

No, the skipper gave it to me.

I better go alone, Meg.

Fine.

Whatever.

I'll keep you in the loop.

You better get back in line. Don't lose
your place.

There you go. Thought you might need a
pick -me -up, Commander.

I carry tapes between the grounds
between my cheek and lower jaw.

All that caffeine doesn't make you
irritable?

You bet.

And that's okay?

Sleep is not a primary consideration
aboard a submarine.

All personnel, particularly the command,
have to maintain a high level of

readiness. It's far more important I be
alert than nice.

What if you crash physically?

I don't.

XO, I'm going to need to ask you a
question about the morning the watch

sick. You want to know why I didn't?

Yeah, what about that?

I'm allergic to wheat.

I had a bowl of oatmeal instead of the
pancakes.

What about not seeing any sailboats?

That's a question I'd expect from an
Airedale.

How did you know I was a pilot?

Records check.

We're in the dark down here.

No moonlight. Can't take star fixes.

Yeah, it's on there. You can't hear a
sailboat unless it has its motor

Anyway, there were only a few of us, and
we were keying on large undersea

targets like reefs.

I don't imagine you see many of those at
15 ,000 feet.

Depends on your air supply.

It's a different world.

Yeah, I'm wondering about all this water
pressure. Forget the after a while.

What does that mean?

If you're upset about something, it
could exacerbate the problem, push you

the edge.

We're too well trained for that.

Everybody's human, Commander.

Profound.

Anything else before I kick you out?

Yeah, what happens when you eat weed
anyway?

I grow fangs.

Nothing jumps out at me, sir, and I've
reviewed each file at least twice.

Bud, what did you dig up on the XO?

He's clean, sir. No dings as far as I
can see. In fact, all of these records

outstanding. The Chief Corpsman was
honored with a Distinguished Service

on his last tour with the frigate
Sterling.

He's credited with saving the lives of
12 crewmen stricken with Legionnaire's

disease.

Commander Flagler received a Legion of
Merit Award for... Wait a minute. Go

to the Chief Corpsman. There was an
outbreak aboard the Sterling.

Yes, sir.

Tell me what else is in his record.

Uh, he served time at Bethesda.

Hmm. That's interesting.

What? Well, he was commended for
stabilizing a ward of patients who had

developed a serious bacterial infection.

That would be three epidemics in a row.

Talk about your coincidences.

But I need a psych eval on Chief Hodge.

We're not authorized to obtain those
unless Chief Hodge is under

sir. Consider him under investigation,
bud.

Yes, sir.

Can I ask where you're going with this,
sir?

To the corpsman's room.

Take care, Lieutenant.

Sir, this area is off -limits.

Well, I hope you don't mind I borrowed
some rubber gloves.

Of course, but you shouldn't have taken
the risk.

Oh, there's no risk. I've never been
hypnotized before.

Can't catch it in the air, can you?

Where are yours?

That's a good point. You know, I've been
so busy, I forgot.

Is there something you need to know,
sir?

Well, for starters, you can tell me
where your patient is.

He's in the auxiliary machinery room.

He needs his space to work.

How's he doing?

He's better.

His fever's almost gone.

Sir, I don't believe I did a blood test
on you.

No, not yet.

Why don't we do that now that you're
here?

I've been talking to the crew about you.
They speak very highly.

Why is that, sir?

They consider you a miracle worker.

I believe one of them called you a water
walker.

I've seen some of the evidence, too.

I make my share of mistakes, sir.

Yeah, like the Ipecac syrup in the
pancake mix?

I'm sorry?

Ipecac.

My mother used to keep a bottle in the
menacing cabinet in case I swallowed

poison. Induces vomiting, right?

That would be correct, sir.

Can you explain this?

Yeah, I ran out.

Apparently.

This is Lieutenant Commander Rabb. I'd
like Major McKenzie to come to the

corpsman's room ASAP.

I'm aware of the quarantine. Chief Hodge
has made an exception for investigative

purposes.

Sir, you're not accusing me of
intentionally making these men sick, are

I'd like to see Petty Officer Blustein,
Chief, so... Can't let you go in there,

sir.

Is that because Petty Officer Blustein
doesn't have hepatitis, Chief?

Petty Officer is very ill, sir. Oh, I
don't doubt that.

Let me read you something, Chief.

MBP, also called Munchausen by proxy.

A dangerous form of maltreatment in
which caretakers, often mothers of small

children, exaggerate, fabricate, or
actually cause physical or psychological

illness in others. The essential purpose
of this behavior is to gain attention,

including some form of internal
gratification for themselves.

All this time I've been looking for
someone trying to hurt the crew when I

should have been concentrating on the
person who was trying to help them.

This is the captain.

We've just crossed under the North Pole.

My congratulations to Lieutenant
Commander Rav and to Major...

It'll help you deal with the pain.

All right.

All right, let me look at it. Come on,
let me look at it.

Okay, sir.

You have a herniated larynx.

Can you speak?

Easy, easy, easy. Don't strain yourself.

You'll only make it worse.

I don't like to worry my patients, sir,
but...

I think it's only fair that you fully
understand the circumstances.

Your injury will require an invasive
procedure.

Sir, I want you to know I have operated
while underway aboard the Sterling.

The quartermaster was having trouble
passing a kidney stone.

After two days of treating his pain, I
was given permission to remove it.

He couldn't take me enough.

When we landed in port, he wanted to buy
me a woman for the night.

Now, of course, throat surgery is far
riskier.

I'll have to be honest with you, sir.

Given the minimal equipment and the lack
of surgical personnel, I can't

guarantee survival.

Ma 'am, I'm glad you're here, ma 'am.
Should I be here?

The danger's over, ma 'am. But we have
another problem.

The commander's been injured.

Harm, what happened?

He damaged his larynx, ma 'am. He can't
speak.

Why is he drugged?

My parodians for the pain.

He came down to get his blood taken.

Afterwards, he went out to the head. I
heard a noise in the passageway, and I

found him on the deck holding his
throat.

My guess is he tripped over a knee
knocker and fell into the equipment.

Commander's been negotiating ships all
his adult life. He doesn't trip over

knockers.

Ma 'am, I didn't want to make an
accusation I couldn't prove, but I did

crew member disappear around the corner
after it happened.

It's possible that Commander Rabb could
have been attacked.

Did you see his face?

I'm afraid I didn't.

How armed were you attacked?

Yeah, who was it?

He thinks you can help us.

I'm sorry.

Why did he want me down here?

He didn't say, ma 'am.

He knows something.

We gotta report this to Skipper, ma 'am.

Skipper has trouble with our theories.

I need your testimony. We'll do it
together.

Yes, ma 'am.

You're going to be safe down here, Harm.

I'll ask the captain to post a guard.

You know this crew chief. Give me some
suspects.

Yeah, I'd be speculating, ma 'am. I'm
just going to ask him some questions.

Well, you know, actually, there is
someone who comes to mind.

Even Garabedian? Yes, ma 'am. Has a mold
allergy and a spastic colon.

That doesn't help me, Chief.

Sorry, ma 'am.

She's tall. She's got bad skin. Kind of
cranky and never smiled.

Is he capable of hurting someone?

We all are, ma 'am.

Under the right circumstances.

I've got mail.

You're going, huh?

If I may, Major, you have a lash in your
left eye.

What is that? It's pneumonia, ma 'am. I
can flush that for you.

It's only going to get worse. You're
going to need my help.

No!

Charge blinded me with ammonia. I can't
see.

Major? Are you all right?

Major!

I do realize you are not helping
yourself by resisting treatment.

The longer this goes on, the greater
your risk of permanent loss of vision.

Are you okay?

Relax, ma 'am, just relax.

It won't take long.

The last thing I wanted was to lose you.

I had the same problem with Petty
Officer Blustein.

I mean, what can I say? If people work
against me, how am I supposed to make

better?

You know, it used to be that I'd lose
sleep over my patients, and now I know I

can't save everyone.

It's a hard reality, but I know I'll be
the stronger force.

You understand the three of you will be
sharing the ride home.

It's all right, Skipper. I have a few
questions for Chief Corman Hodge.

This has been the damnedest thing. I
requested the man, you know.

Heard how he'd gotten his dolphins in
record time.

Interviewed him for two hours. The man
impressed the hell out of me.

He had everybody fooled, Commander.

I lost two men.

The Navy did not give me this command so
I could be fooled.

No, sir, they gave it to you so you
could lead.

That's why the Watertown will be the
first American submarine to enter the

Zone.

Thank you for pointing that out, Major.

A healthy dose of self -criticism is
always useful, but we should never

underestimate our support.

No, sir.

Well, you two are quite a team.

You always work this well together?

Yeah, when he lets me do the talking.