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We're experiencing power interruptions throughout the ship. What the hell is

going on? The engineering says it's an electrical power supply problem. We've

got Tomcats that need to launch now. Main control, what is our status?

Automatic power shutdown, Skipper. We can't get her back online.

What about auxiliary power, Commander?

It seems to have shut down as well. I have one of our tech reps. Help me check

it out now, sir. It's not supposed to do this.

Get us back online, Yopper.

I got it. Give us full power.

What's happening, Commander?

We have major engineering casualty with injuries, sir.

Turbine and steam line rupture.

I, Bud J. Roberts, Jr., do solemnly swear that as a member of the bar of

court, I will demean myself uprightly and according to the law.

And that I will support the Constitution of the United States of America.

And that I will support the Constitution of the United States of America.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Good work, Bud.

It's a mishap investigation.

The USS Coral Sea is a member of a battle group in the Gulf. Unfortunately,

flies on them.

Last night, she experienced a major engineering casualty that resulted in

injuries and left the ship unable to carry out flight operations for several

hours. We're going to the Gulf, sir?

The Major and the Commander are. You have your own case.

Conduct unbecoming.

Chief Warrant Officer was caught relieving himself in public.

Good luck.

Hey, it's your first case as a lawyer, bud.

Defending the urinator.

Hey, you can always try pee bargaining.

Sir. Don't listen to him, bud. Just remember, there are no small cases. Only

small bladders.

A two -brutee, Major?

Lieutenant Shirkston?

Admiral?

Who's that with the M?

That's Lieutenant Shirkston, sir.

Now they seem to be pretty close.

Actually, he stole the Admiral's car.

What? It was several years ago, ma 'am.

Apparently, Lieutenant Shirkston was a bit of a juvenile delinquent in his

youth, and the Admiral agreed not to press charges if Shirkston joined the

which he did.

The Admiral became a sort of mentor to the Lieutenant, and Lieutenant

Shirkston's sort of like the son the Admiral never had.

Well, I guess that makes you the son he never wanted.

Very funny.

Don't worry.

Never thought I'd be so happy to be home.

How's Darlene?

Well, she's been placed with a foster family pending adoption.

I look in on her a couple times a week.

She probably won't remember me, Harm, but would you say hi?

Oh, she remembers you, Terry. You're the nice lady who bought her the pancake

breakfast. Right.

I seem to remember you wolfing down your share.

Is she okay?

Really? She's as well as can be expected considering how severely abused she's

been and the fact that everyone she's ever loved is dead.

Make me a promise, Harm.

What's that?

That child can make it.

She's got strength.

We don't want to waste her life.

Find a way to make it okay.

You don't ask much, do you?

I've got the right man.

Listen, call me sometime when you don't need something.

I'll do that.

What sort of nice digs you got here, sir?

Yeah, if you like maritime museums.

Comes with the job.

You know, it seems like forever since you've been stateside.

18 months.

How long you in town for?

Don't know, sir.

Probably just a couple of days.

Shelly and Rachel here?

No, sir. They're at Shelly's parents' house.

Shelly sends her love.

Mr. Emerald, I was wondering, if you're not too busy, maybe you'd let me buy you

lunch today.

Uh, no.

No? No. I've got a lunch meeting in a second and a half. Lord knows, not by

choice.

But I am free tomorrow.

No, I can't tomorrow, sir. I've got to be at Bethesda tomorrow morning for a

damn physical 1100.

Those old war wounds giving you trouble again?

No. No, it's just some bug I picked up a while back. It's nothing serious, but,

you know, health care overseas leaves something to be desired.

Hell, you know Seal, sir.

I'm not seeing any doctor unless I got a bone poking through my skin.

I hear you.

Yeah. Shelly's been bugging me for weeks to see somebody.

Sometimes I think it's almost worth it to let some doctor put his finger up my

sick so it'll get her off my back.

Hey,

I tell you what.

How about my place tomorrow night? Nothing fancy?

Lots of cold beer and some Texas chili?

No, please.

Oh, yes, sir.

As you know from your last time aboard, we're here to enforce the no -fly zone,

which is extremely difficult when I cannot get planes into the air.

Is there some sort of problem with the auxiliary power, sir? Everything went

down. This is a warship, Major. She doesn't run well on batteries.

XO!

We'll wrap the investigation up as quickly as possible.

You do that.

Yes, sir.

It's like having a bad sunburn.

If the rupture line wasn't a superheated steamer, I'd be a dead man.

The doctor assures me that my burns are mostly first and second degree, so I

guess I won't be going home.

So there was no forewarning this pipe was going to burn, though?

No, sir.

They shut down two turbines to run some tests, and when they fired them back up,

that's when the failure occurred.

First the steam pipe went, then all hell broke loose.

It took us almost two hours even to get partial power.

I thought the skipper was going to kill somebody.

Who or what exactly was at fault?

Well, I can't say, Major.

One of our civilian tech reps, Yarborough, was running some tests on

It might have been caused by something he did.

But truth to tell...

We've been having trouble with the control system for some time now. What

of trouble?

Lockouts, system crashes, false alarms.

I mean, the system was definitely due for recalibration.

I mean, even aircraft carriers have to be tuned from time to time, especially

nowadays. We're undermanned. We're underfunded.

If it ain't broke, we don't fix it. If it is broke, we only fix it if we have

to.

What's your impression of this tech rep, Yarbrough?

He's okay.

It's hardly a glowing review, Commander.

Don't get me wrong, Major. He's a smart guy.

Unfortunately, he likes to remind you of that.

I know this ship's electrical system better than anyone.

I was an electrician's mate for ten years.

You were in the Navy.

Why'd you leave?

Food stinks, the hours suck, and the pay's pathetic.

Well, here you are back on board, huh?

I was sent here by my company.

I had about five times Navy pay to upgrade the electrical system, and

what I'm attempting to do.

So when did you first notice there was a problem, sir? The problem existed

before my arrival, Commander.

That's why I was brought in.

It's an old ship. Her systems are outdated.

Navy's constantly upgrading and retrofitting your systems, sir. Yeah,

you know how that works, Commander.

The upgrades take forever to be approved and funded. Then there's a lengthy

implementation schedule.

By the time a ship gets retrofitted, the upgrade technology itself is

antiquated. Besides,

my electrical upgrades wouldn't rupture a steam line or cause a water main to

burst. Well, they still may have disabled this ship, Mr. Yarbrough.

Look, I was running some diagnostics as per schedule approved by the XO and the

skipper. I warned them of the possibility of power interruptions. A

interruption is one thing, an entire ship going dark in a hostile

Well, that's something else, isn't it?

I think I know what your point is, Commander.

The Navy wants to save face.

I'm a tech rep, a civilian, and if anyone's going to be blamed for this,

going to be me. No one's looking to cast blame, sir. I'm just trying to find out

what happened.

This is my partner, Major McKenzie. He's aiding in the mishap investigation.

Major? Nice to meet you.

The fact that such an accident occurred is in itself proof that I'm not at fault

here, Commander.

Well, how do you figure that out?

The entire system is falling apart.

Hell, there were already down several generators by the time I came on board.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I still have more questions, sir. Well, they're just

going to have to wait, Commander.

Unless you want to do them in the dark.

I have a power distribution panel to fix.

Major.

The word smug comes to mind.

We've taken two turbines offline to run diagnostics and this has occurred.

Steam line was bad enough, but the water line shorted everything out.

It'll be a few days before everything's up and running again.

So this was a pipe rupture? Yes. It appeared to have been eaten through by

something highly corrosive.

Where's that pipe now, Commander?

We put it in here until we can unload it onto another ship for proper disposal.

I've asked one of our tech reps to let you inspect it, Commander.

Look at that.

I'm looking at Commander Rob with the JAG Corps. We're conducting a mishap

investigation.

I'm John Newman.

My company handles the hazardous materials contract. This isn't something

want to mess around with, Commander.

It's pretty neat and through, huh?

Careful.

When was the last time that line was inspected, Commander?

It's inspected daily.

Well, somebody must have overlooked it then.

Oh, no, that's impossible.

I did a visual inspection on that whole system that morning myself.

Well, maybe it wasn't corroded in the morning.

It couldn't have degenerated to that level in a matter of hours, Meg.

Well, it could if the acid was strong enough.

Harm. Harm is burning!

Just keep your fingers dry, Major.

Come and see me tomorrow.

Are you going to be okay?

I won't be playing the piano anytime soon.

Well, I've heard you play, Mac. It's probably for the best.

Commander Bradley said there was a mishap in the hazmat room?

Yes, sir. The steam pipe that ruptured in the turbine room was eaten away by

some sort of corrosive. It may also have damaged the water pipes, not to mention

the Major's fingers.

You okay, Major?

Yes, sir. What do you use acid for on the ship, XL?

Batteries, cleaning, it depends. What kind of ask are we talking about? A very

concentrated corrosive.

XO, your presence is requested on the bridge ASAP.

Repeat, XO to the bridge.

XO to the bridge.

I'm on my way up from sickbay.

Something wrong, XO?

Looks like we might have a rumble in the no -fly zone. You're welcome to join me

on the bridge, Commander.

Go.

You sure you'll be okay?

Yeah, I'll catch up with you later.

Think so on the bridge?

Except a couple of migs in the no -fly zone.

Twin bogeys, eight miles.

Zero, four, zero, opposite course high.

I got him, Razor.

Hang on, Cubs. I'm coming around behind you. He's at 6 o 'clock. Move, Jake, and

left. Reverse your break.

Flame out. Compressor stall.

I'm restarting. Hang on and come up shooting.

Restart. Engine good.

Re -engaging.

I got it. I got it. Fox 10. Fox 10.

That's a hit. We got it.

Shoot, spider.

Hypermagic, this is Slamdance 112.

Two hard kills. Bandits splashed.

We're coming home.

You were good, weren't you?

Still am.

Flight status is still current.

Harm, even if your fairy godmother landed on that deck and gave you back

night vision, what do you think you would do?

I know it's hard.

And I know that you love to fly.

But you can never return to an active squadron. Even if it was physically

possible, you're just too... Old?

No. You're too far along in your new career.

And you're too important to Jag.

It would be a step backwards.

But you left this world, Harm.

You can never go back.

It was never my choice to leave.

Mr. Newman?

Major. This damn machine just ate my ATM card.

Doesn't anything aboard this scrap heap work?

Sorry.

How's your hand?

It's okay.

Can I ask you a question?

If you buy me a cup of coffee.

Deal.

What sort of acid could have eaten through that pipe in such a short period

time? Well, we'll know a lot better when we get it back to our facility and we

get a chance to look at it. But my best guess is some sort of spontaneous metal

dissolver. What's it used for?

Can't answer that.

Why not?

Well, that would be two questions. You said you were going to ask one.

It's a liquid torch. You use it whenever an open flame would be inappropriate.

You put a bead of SMD on a weld, it's going to eat right through the metal.

So where would something like that be kept?

Welding shop, hangar bay.

Should be kept with hazardous materials, but they get pretty sloppy with it.

Then I come in and clean up the mess.

They gave me prunes and porridge for breakfast today.

Do you want me to talk to the doctor?

I can't do any good.

Am I interrupting?

How are you, Shelly?

I'm good, sir.

Sir, name's A .J.

It's good to see you, A .J.

Good to see you, too.

Oh, my word.

Is this Rachel?

Boy, they do grow up fast, huh?

Hey, you.

Hi, Uncle A .J.

Hey.

Rachel, we're in a hospital.

Sorry.

Look at you.

Reto and I are going to go to the cafeteria and see if that food gets any

with age, so... Okay.

I'll see you later, AJ.

I take it Shelly called you, sir?

Believe this?

I come in for a wellness checkup.

Do I look thick to you, sir?

No. Of course not.

I lost more blood today to those damn nurses than I did when I got shot in

Kuwait.

For what?

You don't want to tell me I drink too much, I need to eat less red meat?

You go take Daddy's surprise, okay?

Don't let the nurses see.

Smells like french fries.

So, um, what kind of tests are they running?

He didn't tell you?

Well, he said they didn't know.

They're pretty sure it's some form of leukemia.

Cousin, I reefed it too hard.

He came this freaking close to buying it in a flat spin.

But this is where I hung on and we came up late and fired one right up his dick

with the Vulcans rattling him for good measure.

It was real, gentlemen.

Here comes the money shot.

You can run, but you cannot hide.

Yeah, man.

Yeah, that's got to hurt.

Not bad, right?

There's plenty more to get.

Hey.

I'm glad you restarted.

Why'd you walk away?

I don't like what I see, Han.

I'm starting to worry about you.

I think I was just listening.

I know what it's like to long for something you can never have. If you

it go, it can consume you.

What are you talking about?

Well, first it was finding your father, and then it was defending Roscoe. Now

it's the little girl.

What's next, flying?

It's like you keep replacing one obsession with another.

That is not true.

No? I see it in your eyes, Harm, whenever you're around pilots and jets.

It seems like you're happiest when you're flying.

Maybe I am.

More than being a lawyer?

I know why you don't want me to fly.

Just afraid to lose me.

Maybe.

And maybe I'm just afraid you'll lose yourself.

How's it look?

Fine.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry. Let me help you with that. No, I just... Back off.

We're a warship, and his mission it is to keep the peace.

The irony of that situation would be almost humorous if our job wasn't so

dangerous.

But the threat to my ship and my crew is very real, Commander, every minute of

every day. And on top of it, I have an electrical problem nobody seems to be

able to fix. And now you come in here and you tell me I may have a saboteur on

board my vessel.

Assert the possibility.

It could also be merely an act of vandalism, Cap.

Vandalism? We're not talking about somebody toilet papering my weather

Sir, I realize the severity of the situation.

Captain, as you're well aware, funding is down, recruitment is down, yet our

operations remain the same.

You're a couple of hundred men and women short on this cruise, so the personnel

we do have have to work harder, faster, longer.

Your point, Commander.

Most of your crew are under 21, sir.

They're just kids.

They get homesick. Captain favorite.

Lonely.

Sir, I know we do what we can to alleviate the problem, but every once in

while it just gets to be too much for one of them.

So in an act of desperation, sir, they do one of two things.

They hurt themselves or they hurt the ship.

In the end, the goal is always the same.

They get sent home.

Find who's responsible, Commander, and I promise to send them home in a body

bag.

Are you accusing me of sabotage, sir?

Our investigation suggests that somebody deliberately damaged the pipes in that

turbine room.

Possibly it was an attempt to force this ship to return to port.

And you think that someone was me, sir? Or maybe it was somebody you know.

Why would I do something that could kill me, sir?

I'll admit that sometimes it's not what I expected, and there's days that I'd

rather be someplace else.

But I take my job seriously, sir.

I would never do anything to jeopardize that.

I swear to it, sir.

You know anybody who might feel differently?

No, sir.

Sure, some of the guys bitch a little, but that goes with the job.

I'm sure even the skipper complains sometimes, Commander.

You're not going to tell him I said that, are you, sir?

No. I'm sure you're right, though.

We have a good crew, sir.

We don't always get along, and sometimes we ride each other pretty hard, but we

take pride in what we do.

And we get the job done, especially when the going gets tough.

I don't know who caused that trouble, but I know who fixed it.

This crew, sir.

Look, Seaman, think back.

The day of the mishap.

Did anybody say anything that might suggest that they were ticked off about

something?

No, sir, not really.

Not really?

Like I said, some of the guys, we ride each other and talk a little trash.

One of the guys got a little peeved at a tech rep who was bad -mouthing the way

we were doing things, but it was really nothing.

There was a tech rep in the turbine room the day of the mishap?

At the beginning of my watch, yes, sir.

His name wasn't Yarborough, was it?

No, sir. I think his name was Newman.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Listen, I need a favor. In fact, I need a list of personnel I want you to run

background checks.

You got it.

What am I looking for?

Anything suspicious?

Also, bud, I need you to get a copy of the ship's alpha roster.

Check the names against the pro -Iraqi -Europe hot sheets.

See if you can come up with something.

And don't leave out this list of civilian tech reps that I'm sending you.

Especially one John Newman.

Newman. Will do, sir.

So, uh...

How's your first case going, anyway?

Good. I have an affidavit from a Bethesda urologist which shows that my

suffers from prostatitis.

Well, that sounds like you nipped this one in the bud, bud.

Uh, thank you, sir.

I think.

How's life aboard the carrier?

You know, it's the Coral Sea.

If you like ear -piercing machinery, smell of jet fuel, sharing the head with

other guys.

Yeah, I'm missing myself sometimes, sir.

Well, I will get this information to you ASAP.

Thanks, bud.

Bye -bye.

May I help you, ma 'am?

I'm looking for Admiral Chet Wiggins' office.

It's right this way.

Yes?

Admiral, Mrs. Sharks is here to see you, sir.

Send her in.

Shelly, what's the matter?

He wants to check himself out.

Well, he can't do that. The Navy will tell him when he can leave.

I know, but he's refusing to let them treat him.

They said that he needs some chemotherapy and a possible bone marrow

But I know he'll never go for it.

I had to beg for a whole week just to get him into this checkup.

I knew he was sick, AJ.

Ever since he came back from the Gulf, he's had something wrong.

I'll talk to him.

He told me to keep you out of this.

I already got in trouble for calling you.

He didn't even want you to know.

Why not?

He doesn't want to be weak in front of you.

He's not weak. He's just scared there's a difference.

Doing something when you're scared, that's what courage is all about.

Sharky, he's one of the bravest guys I know.

He'll get through this. So will you. We all will.

Hey.

Hey.

How's the hand doing?

Easy. Good time.

That means it's healing.

So I just spoke to Seaman Halls.

He tells me that Newman was in the turbine room a few hours before the

So what?

So what? Close to opportunity.

Harm, his job is to remove contaminated waste.

Yeah, well, how much contaminated waste is there in an engineering room, Mac? I

don't know. Ask him.

Well, I plan to.

I think you're chasing the wrong bogey, flyboy.

If anyone is behind this, it's Yarborough.

Yarborough's a geek, Mac.

Yeah, a disgruntled former Navy geek who likes to prove that he's smarter than

everyone else.

Look, he creates problems and then he fixes them. Kind of like a fireman who

torches a building just so that he can put it out.

Dinner for a week says it's noon.

Buying or making?

Buying.

Then you're on.

Nothing personal, but that last meatloaf you made was nasty.

You dogging Harman's special meatless meatloaf?

Let's put it this way.

If you were to make the Harman's special on this ship, they'd have to unload it

with the toxic wave.

Wow. That's a little harsh, don't you think?

If you didn't like it, you could just say, I don't like your meatloaf, Harman.

You don't have to be insulting.

Houston, you have a problem.

Master Control, this is Nafray. What's going on down there?

What the hell is going on?

We're experiencing power interruptions on the bridge, Commander.

We've got an engineering casualty, sir. It looks like another generator shut

down. How long will it take to fix?

I don't know, sir. I've got to find a trouble source first.

We'll make it quick, Commander. We got a Tomcat section trapping in 20 minutes.

All right, sir.

Somebody find Yarborough.

All right, sir.

What's going on?

We've got fire alarms going off in the ammo locker and wardroom galley, and a

flood alarm in enlisted berthing. Engineering casually, possibly another

generator failure.

Can we get the main generators back online?

We're trying, sir, but the power distribution system keeps shutting them

Those tomcats are going to need landing lights.

Let's shut down all non -essential power circuits.

Aye, aye, sir.

Firefighters, this is the skipper.

We've got power failures that may interfere with our landing system.

I want the landing crew to wheel the portable mirrors out on deck ASAP.

Okay.

Set all nets and foam.

All non -essential personnel report below decks ASAP.

What are they waiting for?

In Carl C., this is the captain.

Because of ongoing problems in the ship's electrical system, we will be

dark in all non -essential areas to let the engineers troubleshoot.

Crew movement will be restricted to duty section.

Stand and operating procedure.

Sorry, we're all shut down until the power comes back down.

Open the

safe.

Is this a trip?

Does this look like a drill?

Our warning panels look like a Christmas tree. We can't find a problem, Skipper.

We're getting false reading.

Fire on five.

I don't know what the problem is, sir.

Communications are breaking up, too.

You got 60 seconds to find it and fix it, Commander.

I got tomcats that are going to start dropping out of the sky if they don't

soon. Aye, aye, sir.

Scramble the crash crew.

I'll alert the pilots.

All right, fly this to the XO.

Ready alert crash and rescue for incoming aircraft.

Slam dance 112.

This is Viper magic.

We're experiencing power problems. Stand by for landing clearance.

Over. Copy that, Viper. Go, go. Let's take a walk around the block.

XO, you've got an emergency call from the birthday.

XO.

What? You're breaking up. Say again.

When? Was anybody hurt?

All right, lock it down. We'll send a security party down there.

An aircraft mechanic just ripped off the dispersing office.

Empty the vault.

Rough estimate is he got over a million dollars in cash.

Officer of the deck, send a security guard force to the dispersing office.

Aye, aye, sir.

How do you know it was an aircraft mechanic?

He was in squadron flight that year.

Probably as a disguise.

Sir, there's electrical problems for a diversion.

He knew that you'd be forced to shut down non -essential power.

Including the alarm system and dispersal.

The Arboreal.

The tech rep.

If this joker ripped off my ship, how the hell was he planning to get away

the money?

I'll ask him, sir.

Somebody turn off those damn alarms.

Well, it looked like I was right about Yarborough.

So what are you taking me for dinner?

If it is Yarborough, we ain't working alone.

This is not a drill.

Man overboard.

Starboard side.

Man overboard.

Starboard side.

What are you doing?

All on a hunch.

Not a drill.

Roger, Prime 5. This is Star 1. We're away.

Mr. Yarborough?

Hello, this is Major McKenzie.

Hello?

Viper Magic, this is Slamdance 112.

My fuel state is approaching bingo.

Please advise, over.

Bradley, I got one man in the water. I do not want four more.

I need landing lights and I need them now. I don't care if you gotta get down

there with a flashlight.

We're trying, sir.

Don't try. Just do it.

Aye, sir.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Firefly, this is a skipper. You are clear to bring him home.

1 -1 -1, 1 -1 -2, deck is green, clear approach.

1 -1 -1 ball, top cap 1 .2.

Working late?

I wouldn't touch that if I were you.

Why not?

It's dangerous.

Really?

More dangerous than sabotaging steam lines, Mr. Newman?

More dangerous than robbing an aircraft carrier?

What are you talking about?

You were in the turbine room a few hours before the mishap. You sabotaged the

steam lines and the water pipes.

Yarborough disabled the electrical system and you robbed the ship.

It's like the fumes are getting to you, Commander.

Well, you won't mind if I take a look then, will you? I'm probably going to

to ask you to leave for your own safety.

A rescue helo just pulled Yarborough from the water.

Yarborough was dressed as a crewmate.

What's he doing on the deck?

Maybe he was trying to hide the money.

Well, he didn't do a very good job of it. There was money in the water.

What now?

There. It's a firing hazmat.

You might be able to confine me to this room, but you're not giving me any more

shots. I mean it.

I'm sorry, would you excuse us?

Yeah.

So what's going on here, Lieutenant?

I'm trying to get out of here, sir. I'm supposed to report to Coronado on

Friday.

Well, you need to let these doctors help you before you go anywhere.

Help me?

They're not helping me. I'm fine.

Sharky, you have leukemia.

Says who?

Says the doctors?

Says Shelly?

Every time I get the sniffles, Shelly's crying Gulf War Syndrome.

Sharky, you do have a disease, and if you let it go untreated, it will kill

I'm not afraid of dying, sir.

I never would have become a SEAL if I was.

So, what are you afraid of?

Nothing.

Not afraid of leaving Shelly without a husband?

Rachel without a father?

Because that's exactly what's going to happen if he refuses treatment.

Treatment doesn't work, sir.

I know. My old man died of cancer when I was eight.

He had the operations and the chemotherapy and the freaking radiation

for what?

He still died.

He was 80 pounds when he died. The only thing the treatment did was take away

his dignity and his will to fight.

If I'm going to die, sir, it's going to be in the line of duty.

Well, you're not going back to active duty until you beat this thing.

Well, then, I guess I'm resigning my commission, sir.

Because I'm not staying here.

Fine.

Fine.

For my few calls, I'll have you discharged within the hour.

All you gotta do is ring the bell.

Just like all those whining, bawling mama boys that dropped out of SEAL

training. Remember Sharky?

Donuts and hot coffee for all you pukes that want to quit.

Hey, what are you waiting on? You want to give up?

Be my guest.

This is the battle of your life, Lieutenant. If you don't have the guts

it all the way through, then you will lose and you will die. So come on.

Come on.

Ring the bell.

Damn it, ring the bell.

Hoo -yah, sir.

Hoo -yah, Lieutenant.

Hoo -yah.

You sure you're okay?

Well, I'm all right.

Toxic waste didn't give me that x -ray vision or superhuman strength I'd hoped

for, if that's what you mean, anyway.

I found Yarborough's body. Give us a man -help report.

Well, Newman wanted us to think that Yarborough went over with the money.

Yarborough went over the side all right with Newman's help, but he didn't have

the money with him. But they found money in the water. Just enough for us to

think that it was all lost, but it isn't.

So where is it?

It's in there, sir.

They figured if Yarborough could disrupt communications, get the vault alarm

shut down, Newman could get the money off the ship because he was in charge of

the one thing that could be unloaded without arousing suspicion.

Damn. How did you figure that?

Meatloaf, sir.

Meatloaf. Arms meatless meatloaf, actually.

Commander, Major, make a hell of a team.

Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.

Meatloaf, huh?

Yeah, I guess we do make a pretty good team.

When you listen to me, we do.

You know, why don't you stay aboard for a few days?

You can buy me dinner when we get back to Washington.

Me? We were both wrong.

Or both right.

Whatever. What, are you trying to get rid of me?

No, there's no sense in both of us staying aboard. I'll tell the Admiral

you'll have everything wrapped up in a few days, and who knows, maybe you can

convince the skipper to give you a reward.

A reward?

Yeah, recovering a million dollars should be worth at least a couple hours

Tomcat.

You know, you're not so bad after all.