All language subtitles for JAG - s08e17.en

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.

PETTY OFFICER 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, your office, 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 Crawford is 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 real name,

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 lost a 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 not to 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.
Need-to-know.

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 ( over headset ):
Commander Turner...

we're approaching
the drop site, sir.

Let's get you
hooked up.

TURNER:
Copy that.

Ready for descent,
Commander?

All set.

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, 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,
and I'll show
you 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?

( chuckling ):
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.

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.

( 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, Jane Hancock.

Just give me a pen,
Petty Officer.

Cash delivery's at 1800?

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.

The 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

comes onto 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, Porsche.

Porsche?

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.

TURNER:
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?

Yes, sir.

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

All right, you're
out of here, man.

Our turn
in the barrel.

Later.

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.

Here you go.

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 is for 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 P.A. ):
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 loaded
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 three and four.

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.

Okay.

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?

36? 48?

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.