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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 hands.

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 music playing]

MAN OVER P.A.:
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.

Youhave 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!

CHEGWIDDEN:
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 goodnews, 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 overfill'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 Suribachitoday.

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, well, 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 Manassashas 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 an 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?!

Myorders, 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 issomething,
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.