JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 14 - Cabin Pressure - full transcript
Harm and Mac investigate an apparent murder aboard a ship at sea; while Harm interviews the prime suspect inside the brig, the ship collides with an uncharted reef; in the brig the lights go off, the telephone dies, the compartment starts to fill with water, and the suspect goes berserk. Circumstances change in the brig, and Harm gives consideration to an alternate theory. The Chief Master at Arms abandons Harm and the sailor. The admiral, after a retirement party, arrives aboard a nearby ship, which has come to help; he lends a hand, and Harm and the suspect figure things out. The admiral starts to wonder about the degradation of skills while one ages.
MAN: It wasn't me, sir.
You were found with
his body, De Mara.
He was dead
when I got there, sir.
Chief Sturtevant
overheard you threaten him.
We had words.
"Words"?
"I'm going to choke
the life out of you
"when we get back to port.
I'm going to find your mother
and do the same to her."
I was upset, sir.
The victim was
strangled to death.
A coincidence, sir.
What do you want from me?
I want a better answer.
I don't have one, sir.
If you didn't do it, who did?
That's it. Interview over.
Sit down, De Mara.
No, no, no, no.
You want to stick
it to me? Fine.
But don't expect
a thank-you note.
You're not helping yourself.
I have nothing more
to say to you, sir.
( door shuts)
Sorry about that, sir.
He's a, he's a major hothead.
What the hell's going on?
MAN OVER P.A.:
Attention, all units.
Set material condition
modified Zebra.
Collision starboard side, aft.
That is all.
That's where we are.
Better check it out.
Yes, sir.
( grunts)
It's jammed, sir.
I can't open it.
( theme song plays)
All decks, attention.
Zebra report to
Damage Control Central.
RABB: The overhead
hatch is stuck, Commander.
The wheel won't
turn. It feels like
something's blocking it.
We'll get some bodies
down there and pry you out.
What did we hit anyway?
An uncharted reef.
Our surface search and
sonar never even saw it.
Looks minor.
I'll be in touch.
Roger that.
( sighs)
What'd he say, sir?
They're sending down a team.
Are we okay?
He's not worried.
Well, he's not down here, sir.
We're going to be
fine, okay, De Mara?
( intercom buzzes)
Master-at-arm shack.
MacKENZIE: Hey, how are
things below the waterline?
Hatch is stuck. We're locked in.
That's not good.
They're sending down a team.
How's the suspect?
Angry. Scared.
Well, what's his story?
Wrong place, wrong
time. You find out anything?
Yeah, I filled in some
blanks on the victim.
Petty officer Chinick was
apparently a
one-man black market:
booze, drugs, pornography.
I'm surprised he was murdered.
Guys like that are
usually pretty popular.
Not with their skippers.
Captain Salveras began hearing
rumors about him a few days ago.
He notified NCIS.
They were going to bust Chinick
when they docked at Norfolk.
You know, maybe
there's a connection.
I'll follow it from this end.
Hang on.
Captain Salveras
wants to say hello.
I apologize for the, uh,
poor hospitality, Commander.
It's no problem, sir.
We'll have you out in
time for a bedtime snack.
I'll ask my steward to conjure
up some Swedish pancakes.
Well, I'll look forward
to that, Skipper.
All right. Stand by, Commander.
Aye, aye, sir.
Coffee, sir?
Oh, thanks.
Where's the head?
Yes, sir.
Damn it!
Tiner, I need you to let me in.
Sir, I thought you were gone.
I couldn't get in my car.
Why not, sir?
Because my keys
are in my office, Tiner!
Actually, it's good
you came back, sir.
You forgot your itinerary.
( drops keys on desk)
Have a good flight, sir.
Sir?
Good night, Admiral.
How long has he been down there?
MacKENZIE: 37 minutes.
I got caught in a carnival
fun house once for four hours.
It must have been terrifying.
Actually, I fell asleep
on dracula's coffin.
How's Jingo?
Your dog is fine, ma'am.
I wish I could say the
same about your bath mat.
Oh...
Oh, here's, uh,
what I know, ma'am.
( typing on computer)
This was Petty Officer Chinick's
first deployment.
Well, that's on his
record, but anything else?
No, ma'am. Petty
officer De Mara?
Captain's mast aboard
the USS Dubuque.
Right, but why?
Well, according
to his former C.O.,
he had a habit of falling
asleep during his watch.
Nothing more serious? ( typing)
No, ma'am.
No behavioral problems.
Yes, ma'am.
Petty officer De Mara
was always on edge,
and Petty Officer
Chinick couldn't be trusted.
In what way couldn't
he be trusted?
You know, in anything.
Petty officer
Daniels, we're aware
that the victim was selling
contraband aboard ship.
Were you a customer? No, ma'am.
But you knew about it?
I suspected it.
Well, how about
Petty Officer De Mara?
I would assume he knew, ma'am.
Do you have any idea
why he would have threatened
to kill Petty Officer Chinick?
No, ma'am, but it didn't
take much to set him off.
Where did you
find Chinick's body?
The main machinery room.
And what were you doing there?
I was checking
the bilges, ma'am.
It was part of my
afternoon watch.
As I was coming
down the ladder well,
I saw Petty Officer
De Mara leaving.
When I went inside, I
found Petty Officer Chinick
with a rope around his neck.
Did De Mara say anything?
No, ma'am. He just kept walking.
How would you
describe his expression?
Anxious, ma'am.
It's too close in here,
Chief. I can't breathe.
Sorry.
Come on, Chief, let
me out. Cuff my ankles.
I'll sit in the corner.
Can't take the risk. Seriously,
what could I do?
Look, I'm not getting into this
right now with you, De Mara,
so back away from that door!
What was that?
They must be trying
to back off the reef.
All right, Chief, fun's over.
Come on, there's no
emergency hatch in this room.
That's the whole point, De Mara.
Let me out! Come on!
Hey! Now you stop!
Let me out!
Calm down, De
Mara. That's an order.
It's brutal in here, sir.
You're as secure as
anyone else aboard ship.
There's no reason to panic.
Just calm down. If
you want something,
don't bang on
the door, just ask.
( electrical frizzing)
DE MARA: Can you turn
the lights back on, please, sir?
ALL: Surprise!
CHEGWIDDEN: Hoo-aah, SEALs.
A.J.!
( chuckles)
How's that final
inspection going, Admiral?
Better, now that I
know the lights work.
Vice Admiral Richard Kern,
tonight, when you step
off this naval vessel,
you'll leave behind
a leadership vacuum
of immense proportions.
Hear! Hear!
ALL: Hear, hear.
You came all the
way out here for this?
Well, just be happy I'm not
popping out of that damn cake.
( all laugh)
CAPTAIN SALVERAS: Do you
consider yourself lucky, Colonel?
No more than anyone else, sir.
I've managed to avoid
catastrophe all my life.
Caught the net when the exhaust
from an F-18 launched
me off a carrier deck,
sailed out the butt
end of a typhoon,
slid past a crumbling iceberg.
Been fortunate.
Sounds like it, sir.
Until my ship ran
aground in calm waters.
This is a career killer.
There's a difference
between bad luck
and negligence, sir.
Not if fleet command
has to yank us off this reef.
Well, if your record is strong,
they might overlook it, sir.
Colonel, three years ago,
one of the Navy's
top ship drivers
got the screws of his cruiser
stuck in the Oakland estuary.
They had to move heaven
and earth to tow him free.
He was in the fleet commander's
office the next morning.
I know of it, sir.
The captain's article
32 hearing was handled
through our office.
Did you know he
is now the manager
of a hardware
store in Wilmington?
That was a
high-profile incident, sir.
Well, they'd at least
kick me sideways.
You mean a desk job?
I mean, the command of a
self-propelled suction dredge
in the Fiji islands, Colonel.
MAN: Attention on deck.
As you were.
Well, she's snagged
good, Commander.
I'm checking alternatives, sir.
Well, what do we get by
pumping out our holding tanks?
Not much, sir. We're
sounding the fuel tanks
to see if we can shift.
Will that raise
her on the water?
No, but changing her angle
might give us a better shot.
A long one. I'd rather put
an anchor astern
and winch her off.
The winch seemed
to suffer some damage
in the collision, sir.
We could try rocking her.
And subject her hull
to more damage?
I need a plan that
works, Commander.
That would be a tow, sir.
I'll call second fleet.
Aye, sir.
(intercom buzzes)
D.C.C.
Gibbs, this is Commander Rabb.
We have no power.
We're on emergency lighting.
The effort to free the ship
must have caused a short
in a junction box.
What about getting
us out of here?!
Well, there's a big pile of
debris blocking your overhead.
They're working
on it as we speak.
Can't you hear 'em? ( banging)
Too much extraneous noise.
Well, it shouldn't be long now.
I'll hold you to
that, Commander.
Colonel MacKenzie's here.
You want to speak to her?
Please. All right.
How are you?
Mac, take my mind off of this.
DE MARA: This is
serious negligence that...
Well, Petty Officer Chinick
was conducting his business
in the main machinery room.
Another Petty Officer
on her afternoon watch
saw De Mara leaving.
When she went inside,
she discovered the body.
Could have been a deal gone bad.
Bad enough to provoke murder?
Why don't you talk to De Mara?
I would, but he's
a little preoccupied
with his mortality
at the moment.
Is he getting worse?
To say he's unstable would
be an insult to unstable people.
Well, at least he's locked up.
DE MARA: Let me
out! Yeah, so are we.
Damn it, this isn't funny!
MAN OVER PA: Commander
Cunnningham, report to the console.
Commander Cunningham,
report to the console.
All right, pull the slack.
Pull it, Hoss! Pull it!
Put some back into
it, buddy! Come on!
Hey, De Mara, you okay in there?
Screw you, Chief.
What's he doing now?
He's shivering in his rack, sir.
It isn't cold in here.
Well, I've stopped
trying to figure him out.
How about you?
How are you doing?
I'm not afraid of the dark, sir.
How about tight spaces?
Well, I think the
time to get anxious
is when there's no options left.
Till then, you just
deal with it. Adjust.
DE MARA: This sucks!
( banging on rack)
Unless you're Petty
Officer De Mara.
( laughter)
On our last anniversary,
my wife presented
me with a document.
She calculated how many years
out of 19
we actually spent together.
Less than seven.
Retirement's a big step.
I'm ready for it.
I mean, given the miracles
of modern medicine...
hell, you could live
to be a hundred.
What are you going to do
with the second half
of your life? Garden?
Actually, we're
moving to France.
I'm going to take
cooking lessons.
That's worse.
Dick, if you're doing
this for your marriage,
your marriage
is going to suffer.
You have to be
comfortable with this choice.
When we were SEALs,
what did I always say
about my performance, huh?
If you couldn't be out in front,
you'd rather be out of sight.
The skills diminish, A.J.
Well, I don't see it.
The hearing's not as sharp.
I got a balky knee.
Hell, I can remember the
name of my first damn goldfish,
but I blank on the XOs.
It's not like I'm getting
old, just a beat slower.
But you always held yourself
to impossible standards.
Yeah. Wait till you
taste my risotto.
DE MARA: Sir?
I'll make a deal with you, sir.
What makes you think
you're in any kind of position
to make a deal, De Mara?
Sir, I'll answer any
question you ask,
but you got to
let me out of here.
Right, and then you'll say
I coerced your confession
by locking you in a dark
cell until you agreed to talk.
Well, sir, I can't confess
to something I didn't do,
all right?
I'm merely agreeing
to cooperate.
No promises, all right?
I understand, I understand.
I have to win back your trust.
Let me try. Ask away, anything.
Were you buying contraband
from Petty Officer Chinick?
Bourbon, sir.
He was overcharging me.
That's why the argument.
Well, think about it, sir.
Why would I murder
somebody over ten dollars?
Well, you're an
impulsive guy, De Mara.
Oh, sir. Maybe you
were overstressed.
See, you're, you're
doing it again, sir.
You're jumping to conclusions.
Well, why else did you go
to the main machinery room
if it wasn't to kill Chinick?
To buy bourbon.
Chief, did you find bourbon
at the murder scene?
No, sir.
Or the bar in De Mara's locker
under his rack? None, sir.
Sir, I thought you were
going to listen, you know.
And I thought you were
going to be honest, De Mara.
You know, forget about
it, all right? Forget about it.
You can't get off my back long
enough to see the other side.
What's on the other side?
You're just like my
mother, you know.
My brother's crying,
and she'd smack me.
It could be that he
was tired or that he
smacked his leg on the table.
Didn't matter... I was guilty.
I'm not your mother, De Mara.
Well, maybe you can be
my father and disappear.
I'm going to get an ETA
on this rescue team.
Yes, sir.
Phone's dead.
What?
The phone's dead, Chief?
Open the door!
Open it now!
Let me out! Let me out!
I've told you everything I know!
Doesn't do anybody any good!
CHEDWIDDEN: Well...
I'll be the last one from
our team on active duty.
It's an honor, A.J.
Yeah, or an indication
that I can't let go.
Hell, you don't need to, A.J.
You're an attorney.
It's not like you
drive ships around.
Yeah, that's true...
If I forget a statute,
I can just look it up.
Do you?
What?
Forget statutes.
I'll get you some more cake.
ROBERTS: Commander Mattoni
can't find the files on the Billups case,
your dry cleaner may have lost
your green sweater, and I think
a small animal may have died
inside your office wall, ma'am.
Any good news, Lieutenant?
Sorry, Colonel.
But what about for
the Commander?
Uh, Miss Petersen called.
I told her he couldn't
speak to her because
he was trapped below
deck on a ship in the Atlantic.
What was her response?
Well, she assumed it was a lie
but liked the fact that
it was a bald-faced one
which meant that in
fact, he wasn't lying
but trying to send her a
signal that he wanted to talk
but that now wasn't a good time,
and I didn't feel the need
to discuss it any
further, ma'am.
Wise of you, Lieutenant.
It's over three
hours now, ma'am.
I know, Bud.
What's going on?
There've been complications.
He is going to be
all right, isn't he?
Of course.
You don't sound
convinced, ma'am.
No, I am.
I'm sure the worst is over.
Chief, we got a leak
in here and we're
taking on water!
Hold on.
Where? There.
So how about letting
me out of here now, huh?
Come on.
There's duct work and
drainage pipes back there, sir.
If they were damaged,
one might be
leaking into the other.
It's salt water...
It's got fuel in it.
Where's the closest
fuel tank, Chief?
I wouldn't know, sir.
I would, sir. I'm a machinist.
There's one outboard of us.
That's against the hull.
It must have ruptured
when we hit the reef.
A hole opened up
when we tried to pull
away. Well, then, uh,
damage control should be
on top of it, right? No, no, not if
it's below the water line.
Hull checks wouldn't uncover it
unless somebody
got inside the tank.
I know it's happening, sir.
The overill's running
up a sounding tube.
Well, then how's
it getting to us?
Somebody must
have left the cap off
and it's flowing down the drain.
I'm telling you sir,
the entire ocean's
flowing in here.
What's next, sea monsters?
Chief, please, it's time
to let me out of here.
You'll get out when
the rescue team arrives.
Let me out of here now!
All right.
Back away from the door.
Now!
Stand down, Chief.
Put the weapon away.
Talk to him, sir, please.
Please tell him, tell
him to let me out of here.
He's your prisoner, Chief.
Then he stays where he is.
Sir... sir...
Sir, the bridge reports
we're bow-down two degrees
I need flooding reports
from repair-two
investigators, ASAP.
Aye, sir.
How's it going, Commander?
They're on top of it, Colonel.
Well, maybe they'd have
better luck if they got off of it.
You're making jokes?
My partner's down there.
Yeah.
Some of the debris
is jammed in real tight.
They've sent up
for a cutting torch.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a ship that's
taking on water.
( men laughing)
So I surface and look around.
Where's the damn fuel depot?
About this time,
your admiral swims up
and he's covered with
this muck and he stinks
and I go, "Hey, what the
hell's the matter with you?"
And he goes, "I was going to
ask you the same question,"
and I look down, I'm
covered with this muck
and then I get it... This,
uh, underwater pipe
we were swimming
through was for waste,
it wasn't industrial.
We were in a sewage
pool. (laughter)
Maps were wrong.
It took us months
to live that one down.
We'd get orders to
report to the head
and stuff like that.
I had to chunk my regulator.
Have you ever
dived for pleasure?
Used to.
Been threatening
to do it for years.
Just never get around to it.
It's a young man's sport.
From the bridge, sir.
Thank you, Petty Officer.
Aye, sir.
L.S.T. ran aground
just north of us.
Is she foundering?
No, but they have
two crew members
and a JAG officer trapped below.
I sent a team to the
USS Suribachi today.
I'll assume you want to be
part of the boarding party.
Skipper! Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.
Look, Chief,
I don't think we
have much choice.
You sure, sir?
We don't let him
out now when we do,
the water will probably
be over the knee-knocker
and come flowing
in the room, so...
I hear you, sir.
DE MARA: The water is freezing.
My feet are all wet.
Petty officer De Mara.
Get on your knees,
face the bulkhead and put
your hands behind your back.
Yes, sir.
You son of a bitch!
Chief!
(coughing)
RABB: You all right?
Do you have any idea
what you were doing, sailor?
Yes, sir.
I do.
This is not a bright
move, De Mara.
I don't know, sir.
I'm feeling pretty
good about it.
You're trapped below decks
in the middle of the ocean.
Yeah, but at
least I'm in control.
Well, look, why don't you
give me the weapon?
No, no, sit down!
Now!
Secure the door, Chief.
Move!
No, no.
You think you're going to be
safer, you're mistaken, De Mara.
That water's going to come
right through that brig window.
Shut up! Sit down!
What, do you think I'm an idiot?
You think I don't
know what's going on?
Both of you,
you talk to me like
I'm crazy! I'm not crazy!
I don't think you're
crazy, De Mara.
I think you're crashing.
What is it? Crack?
Speed?
Petty officer Chinick
your supplier?
Black beauties, sir.
They keep me awake.
Oh... I've been
kicking for two days.
That what you and
Chinick were arguing about?
He kept raising his prices,
saying that his
overhead had increased
and when I ran out of
money, he wouldn't carry me.
So you murdered him?
No, no... I threatened
him, sir, that's it.
Now, I was hoping that
after we both calmed down,
then you know,
that he'd change his mind.
And it turns out I was right.
You lost me.
We used to leave
notes for each other
behind a pipe in the mess deck,
you know, to figure
out when we'd meet.
After a couple of
hours, I checked.
Sure enough, there it was.
1400 hours in the
machinery room.
So you went to the
machinery room,
expecting him to cut some slack
and you found him dead?
Yes, sir.
Well, you're either lying
or... you were framed.
Wait... excuse me, sir.
Am I getting this right?
Are you giving me a break?
I'm willing to give you
the benefit of the doubt.
That's what you want, isn't it?
Yeah... yeah, I wonder
how open-minded you'd be
if this was a cap pistol.
Look, I came here
to discover the truth,
not to railroad you.
Who'd want to frame me?
Why don't we table this
conversation for the moment
until we figure out how
to save our skins, huh?
No. Sir, you don't make
the rules anymore, all right?
It's my show now.
Think again, De Mara.
About this theory...
( chopper blades whirring)
SALVERAS:
Repair-two investigators
have yet to locate the flooding.
Inaccessible voids
have been sounded.
The fuel tank indicators
are showing full.
It's a wait-and-see situation.
In the meantime,
the Manassas has offered
to tow us off the reef.
I'm plotting a
course to open ocean
at bare-course steerage.
A ship that's moving has a
more stable repair platform
for the damage control teams.
Well, what about
the rescue teams?
They're making progress, ma'am.
Shouldn't be long now.
Well, I understand
that's what you've
been saying for
the last few hours.
Admiral, we've been
impeded by power outages,
communications breakdown
and now this phantom leak.
Okay, best-case
scenario; Where's this leak?
In a nonfunctioning compartment.
Worst case?
The brig, sir.
Go! Shut it down!
Turn it up!
Give me a hand
with this side here.
Roll it, sir.
Got it?
All right, take it away.
Dead calm.
Spare me the depressing
metaphors, Colonel.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm sure he'll be all right.
Yes, he will.
Now, convince me.
Colonel, the Commander's
too damn pigheaded
to leave this world.
He will find a way out.
Even if they offer
him wings, sir?
Well, I've always believed
in the permanence of things.
Naively, maybe, but
hell, it's gotten me this far.
And farther still, sir.
You believe that?
Of course, sir.
Then why do you keep
sending me reminder memos?
Excuse me, sir?
And why are they in large type?
Well, sir, you
have on occasion...
Misplaced my reading glasses?
It's just in case, sir.
Hmm.
You know, Colonel, I've always
respected your, uh, objectivity.
Thank you, sir.
Am I slowing down?
Sir, as we age, our
physical skills diminish.
Wrong answer.
But our hearts grow stronger.
New age mumbo jumbo.
( wry chuckle)
Well, hell, that's what
I tell myself anyway.
Glad you agree. Thanks.
Don't mention it, sir.
I won't.
And incidentally, if,
uh, you do, to anyone,
I'll be on your six
faster than a
surface-to-air missile.
Understood, sir.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention
on deck. Attention on deck.
The men are right now towing...
Captain, fantail reports towing
rig is secure and in place.
Helmsman, verify
that main control
is standing by to
answer all ordered bells.
Engineering is standing by
to answer all
ordered bells, sir.
Very well.
Prepare to get
the hell out of here.
RABB: How long are
we going to do this?
DE MARA: Keep talking, sir.
All right.
RABB: If you were framed,
it had to be by somebody
who knew that you and Petty
Officer Chinick were arguing.
That would be a large
portion of the crew, sir.
RABB: Somebody with a motive.
Someone who knew that you and
Petty Officer Chinick arranged a meeting.
Did everybody who met
with Chinick pass notes?
Yes, sir; typewritten.
Now, why would
Chinick want to meet you
in the main machinery room
at the beginning of
the afternoon shift
where you could be spotted?
That's a good question.
Maybe Chinick
didn't write the note.
Chief, when you took
De Mara into custody...
Did I find a note? No, sir.
Not on his person; not in
his berthing compartment.
Was there a note?
Yes, sir. Well, I even kept it.
I put it in the sweat
band of my ball cap.
Well, where's your ball cap?
In my locker, sir.
When we get out,
I'll run it for prints.
You'll do that, sir?
I will.
Now, lay the weapon down.
Why should I trust you, sir?
Because he's all you got
De Mara; now give it up.
( screaming)
( De Mara screaming)
( grunting and groaning)
( screaming continues)
( screaming and grunting)
Grab ahold!
I think my knee...
My knee is smashed!
Lift!
Why the hell wasn't this
secured to the bulkhead?
It was, sir.
It must have worked
loose in the collision.
Well, pull.
No! My...
( straining)
( panting)
( metallic groaning)
Where's that smoke coming from?
Right there. Right there.
Smells like chlorine gas.
There's a battery compartment
right near the I.C. gyro.
Has to be a leak somewhere.
Salt water is mixing
with the battery acid.
Isn't that stuff deadly, sir?
Yeah. Within minutes!
Let's get this done!
All right, up!
It's flooding!
Anybody down there?
Chief?
( muted shouts)
I hear someone.
Hey!
Hey! Tell them we
need a rope and a winch.
Aye, sir.
( coughing)
Come on, get up.
What is that, sir?
Chlorine gas; ready to
get out of here ASAP.
Where are the other two, Chief?
What's that, sir?
The commander and the
petty officer, where are they?
They're dead, sir.
( coughing)
They drowned, sir.
There was nothing I could do.
( coughing) Where are they?!
I can't see them, Chief.
They're on the far side.
( coughing)
Hold him.
( coughing)
They're gone, sir.
We're the only personnel
you can save right now.
( coughing)
We got rising water.
Give me a hand
locking this down.
Aye, sir.
Get them out of here! Yes, sir.
Where are they, sir?
Do you smell something?
( sniffing)
Chlorine.
It's coming from above.
All right, what's going on?
Wait, sir... Sir,
don't leave me here!
The hatch is closed.
What?
( grunting)
The wheel's stuck again!
But they just opened it!
You lousy
chicken-sucking bastards!
We're still down here!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Calm down!
All right?!
Or you're no
good to either of us
if you waste your energy.
I... I got it, sir.
I-I got it.
Let me go, or kiss me.
Good.
All right, you got
a sense of humor.
You'll need it.
Now think.
Is there anything in here
we can use for leverage?
I don't know, sir.
Maybe, maybe this is not...
Maybe this isn't such a bad
way for a Navy man to go.
Well, it's a hell of a
way for a aviator to go.
Now, think!
CHEGWIDDEN: What the
hell kind of leader are you?
No decent officer
on this planet would
leave men behind.
With all due respect, sir,
I had every
intention of returning.
I came back to get
breathing devices.
Then what the hell are
you doing standing here?!
My orders, Admiral.
Any rescue at this point
would risk not only
the spread of gas
but also the flooding
of other compartments.
All right, let's say
the water is leaking
into another compartment,
even a... even a passageway.
Could that sink us?
Perhaps.
Well, then, "perhaps"
we should take that risk
and get those men
the hell out of there!
Admiral, both men
have been reported dead.
A question, Petty Officer.
Yes, sir.
Why were we left behind?
( grunting)
Uh, the, the gas, sir.
They got the chief out.
( grunts)
I guess he was lucky, sir.
Or desperate.
STURTEVANT: They both drowned,
trapped below the waterline.
I managed to pull
the Commander out,
but, uh, it was too late.
Did you try to move the locker?
Of course, ma'am,
but it was massive.
There was just no way.
What about snorkels?
There weren't
any down there, sir.
Did you try to improvise?
With what, sir? Oh,
I don't know, chief.
You break the
bottom off bottles,
you rip pipes off of bulkheads.
Hell, there's two
options right there.
Sir, it just happened so fast.
Wh-Whoa.
Wait-wait, Chief.
I've seen men drown.
It doesn't happen fast.
You said you pulled
the commander out.
Did you check his pulse?
I did, ma'am.
Administer CPR?
No, sir.
The water level was too high.
Then why didn't you
take him up the ladder?
Well, at-at the time...
Or call the team down for help?
Well, I assumed,
sir... Assumed what?
You assumed what's helped
thousands of drowning
men and women
wouldn't help in this case?
Sir, ma'am, I'm sorry,
but I did the best I could.
Sturtevant is the chief
master-at-arms aboard ship.
Is it possible that he knew
about Chinick's operation?
Doubtful, sir.
Uh, Petty Officer Chinick
was a pretty smart guy.
Well, let's just
say that he knew.
For argument's sake.
All right, keep talking, sir.
Maybe it'll take my
mind off of the fact
that I'm about to drown.
You said that Chinick
raised his prices because
of increased overhead.
Yeah, well, I-I thought
he was lying, sir.
Well, what if he
raised his prices
because he was being
squeezed by someone?
Sir, you are fast becoming
my favorite person of all time.
Colonel, you have no
evidence they're alive.
And the only
evidence they're dead
is chief Sturtevant's statement.
And we're not signing off
on the chief's statement.
Admiral, I don't
know what to say.
Gut feelings are
all well and good,
but any attempt to
go back down there
will risk not only this ship,
but the lives of the men
on that mission. Point made.
I'll make it as many
times as I'm allowed, sir.
I hope you understand, Admiral.
I understand perfectly.
There's a broken
pipe under here.
If I could just get it free...
That'll get me out, sir?
You can at least
use it for a snorkel.
Sir, sir, I need you,
I need you up here.
( grunting)
Keep your chin up, De Mara.
For how long, sir?
Do you pray?
Not really, sir.
Start.
Sir...
Sir? Sir?
Wha-Wha-What do I say?
This would be a lot easier
if you give me a
sign or something.
I-I can't...
Right there, sir.
What were you going
to use, E.E.B.D.s?
Yes, sir.
Give me three of them.
These will keep out both
the gas and water, sir.
They're good for
about what, 15 minutes?
Approximately, sir.
That'll give me time
to get in and out?
I would think so, sir.
( air hissing)
Let me help you, sir.
You know, sir, I had the
instinct to check the brig
and I failed to
follow through, sir.
And I feel real bad about it.
That's why I should
be the one going in.
Captain won't allow it.
What about the two of us, sir?
The only reason I'm going
in is because I outrank him.
Yes, sir, you do.
You got a minute to suit up.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
I'm going to try and
leverage this locker
away from the bulkhead.
If you feel it move...
try and pull your leg free.
All right, sir. Is there
anything else I can do, sir?
Just keep talking.
( coughing)
I need a topic, sir.
( grunting)
How about the most
exciting moment of your life?
Other than this one?
Please.
( grunting)
Uh, uh, that would
involve sex, sir.
I'm listening.
( grunting)
It's through here, sir.
You're going to need me to
help open the hatch. Thanks.
Sir, you really
shouldn't be doing this.
Lieutenant, I got every reason
in the world to be doing this.
Let's go. Yes, sir.
So, we're both reaching
the finish line, you know, sir.
( grunting) and, um...
I guess we hit an air pocket
because the plane dropped
like a stone...
Try now!
No, not yet.
Is this the hatch?
Aye, aye, sir.
( grunting loudly)
Uh, uh, so...
both our heads hit the ceiling
and when we come back down,
my foot lands in the toilet.
( coughing)
And we're both just...
just... staring at each other.
And, and, uh, uh...
( gasps)
( coughing)
Uh...
Stay with me, De Mara!
Life is something,
isn't it, sir?
( grunting)
The pipe. The pipe!
Captain, we have a merchant
vessel sighted on the port bow
bearing 2-9-0 relative.
SALVERAS: very well.
Helmsman come
right, steer course 3-2-0.
( both coughing)
Uh...
You got it, sir.
How did... how did you do that?
Faith.
Sir, if there's gas up there,
how are we going to breathe?
Let's concentrate on
one obstacle at a time.
How are we going to
get this hatch open?
( coughing)
Faith, sir?
( hatch opening)
( footsteps squelching)
( water dripping)
You got a towel I
can borrow, Chief?
Chief Sturtevant found out
that Chinick was smuggling
contraband aboard ship.
He was extorting a
share of the profits.
But when he found out that
Chinick was going
to be arrested,
he murdered him to prevent
him from rolling over on him.
He left us to die
because he knew I'd find
fingerprints on De Mara's note.
It's been one hell
of a night, Skipper.
Gentlemen, my apologies.
No problem.
How did you know
they were alive?
We didn't, sir.
But you were so confident.
Well, I suppose it comes
from our experience
with the commander, sir.
SALVERAS: Hmm,
you're a tenacious man,
is that it, Commander?
You ever try to get gum off
the sole of your shoe?
Petty Officer De Mara.
Yes, sir.
Report to my office,
wait for me there.
You're not out of the woods yet.
Aye, aye, sir. As long
as I'm out of the water.
Commander...
thank you, sir.
Life is something,
Petty Officer.
Yes, sir.
Admiral, may I speak
to you in private, sir?
Concerning?
Concerning the rescue, sir.
Well, what is it?
Sir, it's probably
better in private.
What? All right, sir.
Well, what happened down
there was a... was a miracle.
Well, Lieutenant, that's
a bit an overstatement.
( Chegwidden chuckling)
JENARETTE: Sir, what I
mean is, the tank you grabbed
was practically empty, sir.
I just checked it.
You had maybe 15
seconds of air left, sir.
You must have misread the gauge.
Well, I'd say
you nailed it, sir.
( chuckling)
CHEGWIDDEN: Yeah.
You were found with
his body, De Mara.
He was dead
when I got there, sir.
Chief Sturtevant
overheard you threaten him.
We had words.
"Words"?
"I'm going to choke
the life out of you
"when we get back to port.
I'm going to find your mother
and do the same to her."
I was upset, sir.
The victim was
strangled to death.
A coincidence, sir.
What do you want from me?
I want a better answer.
I don't have one, sir.
If you didn't do it, who did?
That's it. Interview over.
Sit down, De Mara.
No, no, no, no.
You want to stick
it to me? Fine.
But don't expect
a thank-you note.
You're not helping yourself.
I have nothing more
to say to you, sir.
( door shuts)
Sorry about that, sir.
He's a, he's a major hothead.
What the hell's going on?
MAN OVER P.A.:
Attention, all units.
Set material condition
modified Zebra.
Collision starboard side, aft.
That is all.
That's where we are.
Better check it out.
Yes, sir.
( grunts)
It's jammed, sir.
I can't open it.
( theme song plays)
All decks, attention.
Zebra report to
Damage Control Central.
RABB: The overhead
hatch is stuck, Commander.
The wheel won't
turn. It feels like
something's blocking it.
We'll get some bodies
down there and pry you out.
What did we hit anyway?
An uncharted reef.
Our surface search and
sonar never even saw it.
Looks minor.
I'll be in touch.
Roger that.
( sighs)
What'd he say, sir?
They're sending down a team.
Are we okay?
He's not worried.
Well, he's not down here, sir.
We're going to be
fine, okay, De Mara?
( intercom buzzes)
Master-at-arm shack.
MacKENZIE: Hey, how are
things below the waterline?
Hatch is stuck. We're locked in.
That's not good.
They're sending down a team.
How's the suspect?
Angry. Scared.
Well, what's his story?
Wrong place, wrong
time. You find out anything?
Yeah, I filled in some
blanks on the victim.
Petty officer Chinick was
apparently a
one-man black market:
booze, drugs, pornography.
I'm surprised he was murdered.
Guys like that are
usually pretty popular.
Not with their skippers.
Captain Salveras began hearing
rumors about him a few days ago.
He notified NCIS.
They were going to bust Chinick
when they docked at Norfolk.
You know, maybe
there's a connection.
I'll follow it from this end.
Hang on.
Captain Salveras
wants to say hello.
I apologize for the, uh,
poor hospitality, Commander.
It's no problem, sir.
We'll have you out in
time for a bedtime snack.
I'll ask my steward to conjure
up some Swedish pancakes.
Well, I'll look forward
to that, Skipper.
All right. Stand by, Commander.
Aye, aye, sir.
Coffee, sir?
Oh, thanks.
Where's the head?
Yes, sir.
Damn it!
Tiner, I need you to let me in.
Sir, I thought you were gone.
I couldn't get in my car.
Why not, sir?
Because my keys
are in my office, Tiner!
Actually, it's good
you came back, sir.
You forgot your itinerary.
( drops keys on desk)
Have a good flight, sir.
Sir?
Good night, Admiral.
How long has he been down there?
MacKENZIE: 37 minutes.
I got caught in a carnival
fun house once for four hours.
It must have been terrifying.
Actually, I fell asleep
on dracula's coffin.
How's Jingo?
Your dog is fine, ma'am.
I wish I could say the
same about your bath mat.
Oh...
Oh, here's, uh,
what I know, ma'am.
( typing on computer)
This was Petty Officer Chinick's
first deployment.
Well, that's on his
record, but anything else?
No, ma'am. Petty
officer De Mara?
Captain's mast aboard
the USS Dubuque.
Right, but why?
Well, according
to his former C.O.,
he had a habit of falling
asleep during his watch.
Nothing more serious? ( typing)
No, ma'am.
No behavioral problems.
Yes, ma'am.
Petty officer De Mara
was always on edge,
and Petty Officer
Chinick couldn't be trusted.
In what way couldn't
he be trusted?
You know, in anything.
Petty officer
Daniels, we're aware
that the victim was selling
contraband aboard ship.
Were you a customer? No, ma'am.
But you knew about it?
I suspected it.
Well, how about
Petty Officer De Mara?
I would assume he knew, ma'am.
Do you have any idea
why he would have threatened
to kill Petty Officer Chinick?
No, ma'am, but it didn't
take much to set him off.
Where did you
find Chinick's body?
The main machinery room.
And what were you doing there?
I was checking
the bilges, ma'am.
It was part of my
afternoon watch.
As I was coming
down the ladder well,
I saw Petty Officer
De Mara leaving.
When I went inside, I
found Petty Officer Chinick
with a rope around his neck.
Did De Mara say anything?
No, ma'am. He just kept walking.
How would you
describe his expression?
Anxious, ma'am.
It's too close in here,
Chief. I can't breathe.
Sorry.
Come on, Chief, let
me out. Cuff my ankles.
I'll sit in the corner.
Can't take the risk. Seriously,
what could I do?
Look, I'm not getting into this
right now with you, De Mara,
so back away from that door!
What was that?
They must be trying
to back off the reef.
All right, Chief, fun's over.
Come on, there's no
emergency hatch in this room.
That's the whole point, De Mara.
Let me out! Come on!
Hey! Now you stop!
Let me out!
Calm down, De
Mara. That's an order.
It's brutal in here, sir.
You're as secure as
anyone else aboard ship.
There's no reason to panic.
Just calm down. If
you want something,
don't bang on
the door, just ask.
( electrical frizzing)
DE MARA: Can you turn
the lights back on, please, sir?
ALL: Surprise!
CHEGWIDDEN: Hoo-aah, SEALs.
A.J.!
( chuckles)
How's that final
inspection going, Admiral?
Better, now that I
know the lights work.
Vice Admiral Richard Kern,
tonight, when you step
off this naval vessel,
you'll leave behind
a leadership vacuum
of immense proportions.
Hear! Hear!
ALL: Hear, hear.
You came all the
way out here for this?
Well, just be happy I'm not
popping out of that damn cake.
( all laugh)
CAPTAIN SALVERAS: Do you
consider yourself lucky, Colonel?
No more than anyone else, sir.
I've managed to avoid
catastrophe all my life.
Caught the net when the exhaust
from an F-18 launched
me off a carrier deck,
sailed out the butt
end of a typhoon,
slid past a crumbling iceberg.
Been fortunate.
Sounds like it, sir.
Until my ship ran
aground in calm waters.
This is a career killer.
There's a difference
between bad luck
and negligence, sir.
Not if fleet command
has to yank us off this reef.
Well, if your record is strong,
they might overlook it, sir.
Colonel, three years ago,
one of the Navy's
top ship drivers
got the screws of his cruiser
stuck in the Oakland estuary.
They had to move heaven
and earth to tow him free.
He was in the fleet commander's
office the next morning.
I know of it, sir.
The captain's article
32 hearing was handled
through our office.
Did you know he
is now the manager
of a hardware
store in Wilmington?
That was a
high-profile incident, sir.
Well, they'd at least
kick me sideways.
You mean a desk job?
I mean, the command of a
self-propelled suction dredge
in the Fiji islands, Colonel.
MAN: Attention on deck.
As you were.
Well, she's snagged
good, Commander.
I'm checking alternatives, sir.
Well, what do we get by
pumping out our holding tanks?
Not much, sir. We're
sounding the fuel tanks
to see if we can shift.
Will that raise
her on the water?
No, but changing her angle
might give us a better shot.
A long one. I'd rather put
an anchor astern
and winch her off.
The winch seemed
to suffer some damage
in the collision, sir.
We could try rocking her.
And subject her hull
to more damage?
I need a plan that
works, Commander.
That would be a tow, sir.
I'll call second fleet.
Aye, sir.
(intercom buzzes)
D.C.C.
Gibbs, this is Commander Rabb.
We have no power.
We're on emergency lighting.
The effort to free the ship
must have caused a short
in a junction box.
What about getting
us out of here?!
Well, there's a big pile of
debris blocking your overhead.
They're working
on it as we speak.
Can't you hear 'em? ( banging)
Too much extraneous noise.
Well, it shouldn't be long now.
I'll hold you to
that, Commander.
Colonel MacKenzie's here.
You want to speak to her?
Please. All right.
How are you?
Mac, take my mind off of this.
DE MARA: This is
serious negligence that...
Well, Petty Officer Chinick
was conducting his business
in the main machinery room.
Another Petty Officer
on her afternoon watch
saw De Mara leaving.
When she went inside,
she discovered the body.
Could have been a deal gone bad.
Bad enough to provoke murder?
Why don't you talk to De Mara?
I would, but he's
a little preoccupied
with his mortality
at the moment.
Is he getting worse?
To say he's unstable would
be an insult to unstable people.
Well, at least he's locked up.
DE MARA: Let me
out! Yeah, so are we.
Damn it, this isn't funny!
MAN OVER PA: Commander
Cunnningham, report to the console.
Commander Cunningham,
report to the console.
All right, pull the slack.
Pull it, Hoss! Pull it!
Put some back into
it, buddy! Come on!
Hey, De Mara, you okay in there?
Screw you, Chief.
What's he doing now?
He's shivering in his rack, sir.
It isn't cold in here.
Well, I've stopped
trying to figure him out.
How about you?
How are you doing?
I'm not afraid of the dark, sir.
How about tight spaces?
Well, I think the
time to get anxious
is when there's no options left.
Till then, you just
deal with it. Adjust.
DE MARA: This sucks!
( banging on rack)
Unless you're Petty
Officer De Mara.
( laughter)
On our last anniversary,
my wife presented
me with a document.
She calculated how many years
out of 19
we actually spent together.
Less than seven.
Retirement's a big step.
I'm ready for it.
I mean, given the miracles
of modern medicine...
hell, you could live
to be a hundred.
What are you going to do
with the second half
of your life? Garden?
Actually, we're
moving to France.
I'm going to take
cooking lessons.
That's worse.
Dick, if you're doing
this for your marriage,
your marriage
is going to suffer.
You have to be
comfortable with this choice.
When we were SEALs,
what did I always say
about my performance, huh?
If you couldn't be out in front,
you'd rather be out of sight.
The skills diminish, A.J.
Well, I don't see it.
The hearing's not as sharp.
I got a balky knee.
Hell, I can remember the
name of my first damn goldfish,
but I blank on the XOs.
It's not like I'm getting
old, just a beat slower.
But you always held yourself
to impossible standards.
Yeah. Wait till you
taste my risotto.
DE MARA: Sir?
I'll make a deal with you, sir.
What makes you think
you're in any kind of position
to make a deal, De Mara?
Sir, I'll answer any
question you ask,
but you got to
let me out of here.
Right, and then you'll say
I coerced your confession
by locking you in a dark
cell until you agreed to talk.
Well, sir, I can't confess
to something I didn't do,
all right?
I'm merely agreeing
to cooperate.
No promises, all right?
I understand, I understand.
I have to win back your trust.
Let me try. Ask away, anything.
Were you buying contraband
from Petty Officer Chinick?
Bourbon, sir.
He was overcharging me.
That's why the argument.
Well, think about it, sir.
Why would I murder
somebody over ten dollars?
Well, you're an
impulsive guy, De Mara.
Oh, sir. Maybe you
were overstressed.
See, you're, you're
doing it again, sir.
You're jumping to conclusions.
Well, why else did you go
to the main machinery room
if it wasn't to kill Chinick?
To buy bourbon.
Chief, did you find bourbon
at the murder scene?
No, sir.
Or the bar in De Mara's locker
under his rack? None, sir.
Sir, I thought you were
going to listen, you know.
And I thought you were
going to be honest, De Mara.
You know, forget about
it, all right? Forget about it.
You can't get off my back long
enough to see the other side.
What's on the other side?
You're just like my
mother, you know.
My brother's crying,
and she'd smack me.
It could be that he
was tired or that he
smacked his leg on the table.
Didn't matter... I was guilty.
I'm not your mother, De Mara.
Well, maybe you can be
my father and disappear.
I'm going to get an ETA
on this rescue team.
Yes, sir.
Phone's dead.
What?
The phone's dead, Chief?
Open the door!
Open it now!
Let me out! Let me out!
I've told you everything I know!
Doesn't do anybody any good!
CHEDWIDDEN: Well...
I'll be the last one from
our team on active duty.
It's an honor, A.J.
Yeah, or an indication
that I can't let go.
Hell, you don't need to, A.J.
You're an attorney.
It's not like you
drive ships around.
Yeah, that's true...
If I forget a statute,
I can just look it up.
Do you?
What?
Forget statutes.
I'll get you some more cake.
ROBERTS: Commander Mattoni
can't find the files on the Billups case,
your dry cleaner may have lost
your green sweater, and I think
a small animal may have died
inside your office wall, ma'am.
Any good news, Lieutenant?
Sorry, Colonel.
But what about for
the Commander?
Uh, Miss Petersen called.
I told her he couldn't
speak to her because
he was trapped below
deck on a ship in the Atlantic.
What was her response?
Well, she assumed it was a lie
but liked the fact that
it was a bald-faced one
which meant that in
fact, he wasn't lying
but trying to send her a
signal that he wanted to talk
but that now wasn't a good time,
and I didn't feel the need
to discuss it any
further, ma'am.
Wise of you, Lieutenant.
It's over three
hours now, ma'am.
I know, Bud.
What's going on?
There've been complications.
He is going to be
all right, isn't he?
Of course.
You don't sound
convinced, ma'am.
No, I am.
I'm sure the worst is over.
Chief, we got a leak
in here and we're
taking on water!
Hold on.
Where? There.
So how about letting
me out of here now, huh?
Come on.
There's duct work and
drainage pipes back there, sir.
If they were damaged,
one might be
leaking into the other.
It's salt water...
It's got fuel in it.
Where's the closest
fuel tank, Chief?
I wouldn't know, sir.
I would, sir. I'm a machinist.
There's one outboard of us.
That's against the hull.
It must have ruptured
when we hit the reef.
A hole opened up
when we tried to pull
away. Well, then, uh,
damage control should be
on top of it, right? No, no, not if
it's below the water line.
Hull checks wouldn't uncover it
unless somebody
got inside the tank.
I know it's happening, sir.
The overill's running
up a sounding tube.
Well, then how's
it getting to us?
Somebody must
have left the cap off
and it's flowing down the drain.
I'm telling you sir,
the entire ocean's
flowing in here.
What's next, sea monsters?
Chief, please, it's time
to let me out of here.
You'll get out when
the rescue team arrives.
Let me out of here now!
All right.
Back away from the door.
Now!
Stand down, Chief.
Put the weapon away.
Talk to him, sir, please.
Please tell him, tell
him to let me out of here.
He's your prisoner, Chief.
Then he stays where he is.
Sir... sir...
Sir, the bridge reports
we're bow-down two degrees
I need flooding reports
from repair-two
investigators, ASAP.
Aye, sir.
How's it going, Commander?
They're on top of it, Colonel.
Well, maybe they'd have
better luck if they got off of it.
You're making jokes?
My partner's down there.
Yeah.
Some of the debris
is jammed in real tight.
They've sent up
for a cutting torch.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a ship that's
taking on water.
( men laughing)
So I surface and look around.
Where's the damn fuel depot?
About this time,
your admiral swims up
and he's covered with
this muck and he stinks
and I go, "Hey, what the
hell's the matter with you?"
And he goes, "I was going to
ask you the same question,"
and I look down, I'm
covered with this muck
and then I get it... This,
uh, underwater pipe
we were swimming
through was for waste,
it wasn't industrial.
We were in a sewage
pool. (laughter)
Maps were wrong.
It took us months
to live that one down.
We'd get orders to
report to the head
and stuff like that.
I had to chunk my regulator.
Have you ever
dived for pleasure?
Used to.
Been threatening
to do it for years.
Just never get around to it.
It's a young man's sport.
From the bridge, sir.
Thank you, Petty Officer.
Aye, sir.
L.S.T. ran aground
just north of us.
Is she foundering?
No, but they have
two crew members
and a JAG officer trapped below.
I sent a team to the
USS Suribachi today.
I'll assume you want to be
part of the boarding party.
Skipper! Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.
Look, Chief,
I don't think we
have much choice.
You sure, sir?
We don't let him
out now when we do,
the water will probably
be over the knee-knocker
and come flowing
in the room, so...
I hear you, sir.
DE MARA: The water is freezing.
My feet are all wet.
Petty officer De Mara.
Get on your knees,
face the bulkhead and put
your hands behind your back.
Yes, sir.
You son of a bitch!
Chief!
(coughing)
RABB: You all right?
Do you have any idea
what you were doing, sailor?
Yes, sir.
I do.
This is not a bright
move, De Mara.
I don't know, sir.
I'm feeling pretty
good about it.
You're trapped below decks
in the middle of the ocean.
Yeah, but at
least I'm in control.
Well, look, why don't you
give me the weapon?
No, no, sit down!
Now!
Secure the door, Chief.
Move!
No, no.
You think you're going to be
safer, you're mistaken, De Mara.
That water's going to come
right through that brig window.
Shut up! Sit down!
What, do you think I'm an idiot?
You think I don't
know what's going on?
Both of you,
you talk to me like
I'm crazy! I'm not crazy!
I don't think you're
crazy, De Mara.
I think you're crashing.
What is it? Crack?
Speed?
Petty officer Chinick
your supplier?
Black beauties, sir.
They keep me awake.
Oh... I've been
kicking for two days.
That what you and
Chinick were arguing about?
He kept raising his prices,
saying that his
overhead had increased
and when I ran out of
money, he wouldn't carry me.
So you murdered him?
No, no... I threatened
him, sir, that's it.
Now, I was hoping that
after we both calmed down,
then you know,
that he'd change his mind.
And it turns out I was right.
You lost me.
We used to leave
notes for each other
behind a pipe in the mess deck,
you know, to figure
out when we'd meet.
After a couple of
hours, I checked.
Sure enough, there it was.
1400 hours in the
machinery room.
So you went to the
machinery room,
expecting him to cut some slack
and you found him dead?
Yes, sir.
Well, you're either lying
or... you were framed.
Wait... excuse me, sir.
Am I getting this right?
Are you giving me a break?
I'm willing to give you
the benefit of the doubt.
That's what you want, isn't it?
Yeah... yeah, I wonder
how open-minded you'd be
if this was a cap pistol.
Look, I came here
to discover the truth,
not to railroad you.
Who'd want to frame me?
Why don't we table this
conversation for the moment
until we figure out how
to save our skins, huh?
No. Sir, you don't make
the rules anymore, all right?
It's my show now.
Think again, De Mara.
About this theory...
( chopper blades whirring)
SALVERAS:
Repair-two investigators
have yet to locate the flooding.
Inaccessible voids
have been sounded.
The fuel tank indicators
are showing full.
It's a wait-and-see situation.
In the meantime,
the Manassas has offered
to tow us off the reef.
I'm plotting a
course to open ocean
at bare-course steerage.
A ship that's moving has a
more stable repair platform
for the damage control teams.
Well, what about
the rescue teams?
They're making progress, ma'am.
Shouldn't be long now.
Well, I understand
that's what you've
been saying for
the last few hours.
Admiral, we've been
impeded by power outages,
communications breakdown
and now this phantom leak.
Okay, best-case
scenario; Where's this leak?
In a nonfunctioning compartment.
Worst case?
The brig, sir.
Go! Shut it down!
Turn it up!
Give me a hand
with this side here.
Roll it, sir.
Got it?
All right, take it away.
Dead calm.
Spare me the depressing
metaphors, Colonel.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm sure he'll be all right.
Yes, he will.
Now, convince me.
Colonel, the Commander's
too damn pigheaded
to leave this world.
He will find a way out.
Even if they offer
him wings, sir?
Well, I've always believed
in the permanence of things.
Naively, maybe, but
hell, it's gotten me this far.
And farther still, sir.
You believe that?
Of course, sir.
Then why do you keep
sending me reminder memos?
Excuse me, sir?
And why are they in large type?
Well, sir, you
have on occasion...
Misplaced my reading glasses?
It's just in case, sir.
Hmm.
You know, Colonel, I've always
respected your, uh, objectivity.
Thank you, sir.
Am I slowing down?
Sir, as we age, our
physical skills diminish.
Wrong answer.
But our hearts grow stronger.
New age mumbo jumbo.
( wry chuckle)
Well, hell, that's what
I tell myself anyway.
Glad you agree. Thanks.
Don't mention it, sir.
I won't.
And incidentally, if,
uh, you do, to anyone,
I'll be on your six
faster than a
surface-to-air missile.
Understood, sir.
MAN OVER P.A.: Attention
on deck. Attention on deck.
The men are right now towing...
Captain, fantail reports towing
rig is secure and in place.
Helmsman, verify
that main control
is standing by to
answer all ordered bells.
Engineering is standing by
to answer all
ordered bells, sir.
Very well.
Prepare to get
the hell out of here.
RABB: How long are
we going to do this?
DE MARA: Keep talking, sir.
All right.
RABB: If you were framed,
it had to be by somebody
who knew that you and Petty
Officer Chinick were arguing.
That would be a large
portion of the crew, sir.
RABB: Somebody with a motive.
Someone who knew that you and
Petty Officer Chinick arranged a meeting.
Did everybody who met
with Chinick pass notes?
Yes, sir; typewritten.
Now, why would
Chinick want to meet you
in the main machinery room
at the beginning of
the afternoon shift
where you could be spotted?
That's a good question.
Maybe Chinick
didn't write the note.
Chief, when you took
De Mara into custody...
Did I find a note? No, sir.
Not on his person; not in
his berthing compartment.
Was there a note?
Yes, sir. Well, I even kept it.
I put it in the sweat
band of my ball cap.
Well, where's your ball cap?
In my locker, sir.
When we get out,
I'll run it for prints.
You'll do that, sir?
I will.
Now, lay the weapon down.
Why should I trust you, sir?
Because he's all you got
De Mara; now give it up.
( screaming)
( De Mara screaming)
( grunting and groaning)
( screaming continues)
( screaming and grunting)
Grab ahold!
I think my knee...
My knee is smashed!
Lift!
Why the hell wasn't this
secured to the bulkhead?
It was, sir.
It must have worked
loose in the collision.
Well, pull.
No! My...
( straining)
( panting)
( metallic groaning)
Where's that smoke coming from?
Right there. Right there.
Smells like chlorine gas.
There's a battery compartment
right near the I.C. gyro.
Has to be a leak somewhere.
Salt water is mixing
with the battery acid.
Isn't that stuff deadly, sir?
Yeah. Within minutes!
Let's get this done!
All right, up!
It's flooding!
Anybody down there?
Chief?
( muted shouts)
I hear someone.
Hey!
Hey! Tell them we
need a rope and a winch.
Aye, sir.
( coughing)
Come on, get up.
What is that, sir?
Chlorine gas; ready to
get out of here ASAP.
Where are the other two, Chief?
What's that, sir?
The commander and the
petty officer, where are they?
They're dead, sir.
( coughing)
They drowned, sir.
There was nothing I could do.
( coughing) Where are they?!
I can't see them, Chief.
They're on the far side.
( coughing)
Hold him.
( coughing)
They're gone, sir.
We're the only personnel
you can save right now.
( coughing)
We got rising water.
Give me a hand
locking this down.
Aye, sir.
Get them out of here! Yes, sir.
Where are they, sir?
Do you smell something?
( sniffing)
Chlorine.
It's coming from above.
All right, what's going on?
Wait, sir... Sir,
don't leave me here!
The hatch is closed.
What?
( grunting)
The wheel's stuck again!
But they just opened it!
You lousy
chicken-sucking bastards!
We're still down here!
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Calm down!
All right?!
Or you're no
good to either of us
if you waste your energy.
I... I got it, sir.
I-I got it.
Let me go, or kiss me.
Good.
All right, you got
a sense of humor.
You'll need it.
Now think.
Is there anything in here
we can use for leverage?
I don't know, sir.
Maybe, maybe this is not...
Maybe this isn't such a bad
way for a Navy man to go.
Well, it's a hell of a
way for a aviator to go.
Now, think!
CHEGWIDDEN: What the
hell kind of leader are you?
No decent officer
on this planet would
leave men behind.
With all due respect, sir,
I had every
intention of returning.
I came back to get
breathing devices.
Then what the hell are
you doing standing here?!
My orders, Admiral.
Any rescue at this point
would risk not only
the spread of gas
but also the flooding
of other compartments.
All right, let's say
the water is leaking
into another compartment,
even a... even a passageway.
Could that sink us?
Perhaps.
Well, then, "perhaps"
we should take that risk
and get those men
the hell out of there!
Admiral, both men
have been reported dead.
A question, Petty Officer.
Yes, sir.
Why were we left behind?
( grunting)
Uh, the, the gas, sir.
They got the chief out.
( grunts)
I guess he was lucky, sir.
Or desperate.
STURTEVANT: They both drowned,
trapped below the waterline.
I managed to pull
the Commander out,
but, uh, it was too late.
Did you try to move the locker?
Of course, ma'am,
but it was massive.
There was just no way.
What about snorkels?
There weren't
any down there, sir.
Did you try to improvise?
With what, sir? Oh,
I don't know, chief.
You break the
bottom off bottles,
you rip pipes off of bulkheads.
Hell, there's two
options right there.
Sir, it just happened so fast.
Wh-Whoa.
Wait-wait, Chief.
I've seen men drown.
It doesn't happen fast.
You said you pulled
the commander out.
Did you check his pulse?
I did, ma'am.
Administer CPR?
No, sir.
The water level was too high.
Then why didn't you
take him up the ladder?
Well, at-at the time...
Or call the team down for help?
Well, I assumed,
sir... Assumed what?
You assumed what's helped
thousands of drowning
men and women
wouldn't help in this case?
Sir, ma'am, I'm sorry,
but I did the best I could.
Sturtevant is the chief
master-at-arms aboard ship.
Is it possible that he knew
about Chinick's operation?
Doubtful, sir.
Uh, Petty Officer Chinick
was a pretty smart guy.
Well, let's just
say that he knew.
For argument's sake.
All right, keep talking, sir.
Maybe it'll take my
mind off of the fact
that I'm about to drown.
You said that Chinick
raised his prices because
of increased overhead.
Yeah, well, I-I thought
he was lying, sir.
Well, what if he
raised his prices
because he was being
squeezed by someone?
Sir, you are fast becoming
my favorite person of all time.
Colonel, you have no
evidence they're alive.
And the only
evidence they're dead
is chief Sturtevant's statement.
And we're not signing off
on the chief's statement.
Admiral, I don't
know what to say.
Gut feelings are
all well and good,
but any attempt to
go back down there
will risk not only this ship,
but the lives of the men
on that mission. Point made.
I'll make it as many
times as I'm allowed, sir.
I hope you understand, Admiral.
I understand perfectly.
There's a broken
pipe under here.
If I could just get it free...
That'll get me out, sir?
You can at least
use it for a snorkel.
Sir, sir, I need you,
I need you up here.
( grunting)
Keep your chin up, De Mara.
For how long, sir?
Do you pray?
Not really, sir.
Start.
Sir...
Sir? Sir?
Wha-Wha-What do I say?
This would be a lot easier
if you give me a
sign or something.
I-I can't...
Right there, sir.
What were you going
to use, E.E.B.D.s?
Yes, sir.
Give me three of them.
These will keep out both
the gas and water, sir.
They're good for
about what, 15 minutes?
Approximately, sir.
That'll give me time
to get in and out?
I would think so, sir.
( air hissing)
Let me help you, sir.
You know, sir, I had the
instinct to check the brig
and I failed to
follow through, sir.
And I feel real bad about it.
That's why I should
be the one going in.
Captain won't allow it.
What about the two of us, sir?
The only reason I'm going
in is because I outrank him.
Yes, sir, you do.
You got a minute to suit up.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
I'm going to try and
leverage this locker
away from the bulkhead.
If you feel it move...
try and pull your leg free.
All right, sir. Is there
anything else I can do, sir?
Just keep talking.
( coughing)
I need a topic, sir.
( grunting)
How about the most
exciting moment of your life?
Other than this one?
Please.
( grunting)
Uh, uh, that would
involve sex, sir.
I'm listening.
( grunting)
It's through here, sir.
You're going to need me to
help open the hatch. Thanks.
Sir, you really
shouldn't be doing this.
Lieutenant, I got every reason
in the world to be doing this.
Let's go. Yes, sir.
So, we're both reaching
the finish line, you know, sir.
( grunting) and, um...
I guess we hit an air pocket
because the plane dropped
like a stone...
Try now!
No, not yet.
Is this the hatch?
Aye, aye, sir.
( grunting loudly)
Uh, uh, so...
both our heads hit the ceiling
and when we come back down,
my foot lands in the toilet.
( coughing)
And we're both just...
just... staring at each other.
And, and, uh, uh...
( gasps)
( coughing)
Uh...
Stay with me, De Mara!
Life is something,
isn't it, sir?
( grunting)
The pipe. The pipe!
Captain, we have a merchant
vessel sighted on the port bow
bearing 2-9-0 relative.
SALVERAS: very well.
Helmsman come
right, steer course 3-2-0.
( both coughing)
Uh...
You got it, sir.
How did... how did you do that?
Faith.
Sir, if there's gas up there,
how are we going to breathe?
Let's concentrate on
one obstacle at a time.
How are we going to
get this hatch open?
( coughing)
Faith, sir?
( hatch opening)
( footsteps squelching)
( water dripping)
You got a towel I
can borrow, Chief?
Chief Sturtevant found out
that Chinick was smuggling
contraband aboard ship.
He was extorting a
share of the profits.
But when he found out that
Chinick was going
to be arrested,
he murdered him to prevent
him from rolling over on him.
He left us to die
because he knew I'd find
fingerprints on De Mara's note.
It's been one hell
of a night, Skipper.
Gentlemen, my apologies.
No problem.
How did you know
they were alive?
We didn't, sir.
But you were so confident.
Well, I suppose it comes
from our experience
with the commander, sir.
SALVERAS: Hmm,
you're a tenacious man,
is that it, Commander?
You ever try to get gum off
the sole of your shoe?
Petty Officer De Mara.
Yes, sir.
Report to my office,
wait for me there.
You're not out of the woods yet.
Aye, aye, sir. As long
as I'm out of the water.
Commander...
thank you, sir.
Life is something,
Petty Officer.
Yes, sir.
Admiral, may I speak
to you in private, sir?
Concerning?
Concerning the rescue, sir.
Well, what is it?
Sir, it's probably
better in private.
What? All right, sir.
Well, what happened down
there was a... was a miracle.
Well, Lieutenant, that's
a bit an overstatement.
( Chegwidden chuckling)
JENARETTE: Sir, what I
mean is, the tank you grabbed
was practically empty, sir.
I just checked it.
You had maybe 15
seconds of air left, sir.
You must have misread the gauge.
Well, I'd say
you nailed it, sir.
( chuckling)
CHEGWIDDEN: Yeah.