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Halfway Mark
and I'm still alive.

You may have to pay off
on that bet, dispatch.

I'm counting
on it, cash.

First long-hauler
in the free zone

to score a date with
the mysterious dispatch.

I got to make one
short hop to djakarta.

It's a sucker bet.

And you fell for it.

You're going to
fall for me.

What do you
want to do?

How about, me and you,
we go dancing?

Sure, cash.
I'd like that.

Hauler 974, give me
a full sensor scan

0f the area
around you.

Oh, dispatch,
I thought it was

just the two of us.

We really
need a chaperone?

I want the scan,
Mr. Cash.

Done that.

I'm alone.

Humor me.

Like I said,

just me
and the fishes.

The other haulers
reported that

just before
they disappeared.

They didn't
have a date.

I'll take you
both dancing.

I'm the first pilot
to make it

from perseid
in three months.

[Rumbling]

Cash?

[Alarm]

[Dispatch]
Cash, come in.

Cash,
are you there?

Oh, my god.

Cash, what is it?

There's nothing
within two miles.

Damn it.
Do you read me?

Cash, this is base.

Are you there?

[Doors close]

He's...

Gone.

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It's
the 13th hauler

from perseid colony
to disappear

in the last
three months.

They're just now
asking for help?

The kind of person
that'll wildcat
the ocean floor

doesn't like to ask
favors from anyone.

In fact,

none of the mining
collectives

that make up
perseid colony

have officially
requested our
assistance.

Then why's the ueo
getting involved?

To keep Larry Deon out.

Deon international
is the largest
corporate purchaser

of perseid's
polymetallic ore.

It supplies
their entire
Asian division.

Losing supplies
has got to hurt.

As much as
not controlling it
in the first place.

Deon's regional vp
from mid-Atlantic
operations,

Dustin thaw, has
offered to send in

their own
security forces

to safeguard
the shipments.

At no matter
what the cost...

To the colonists.

The ueo
takes no position

on private business
transactions in
the free zone.

If seaquest
solves the problem,

that'll keep Deon
from getting
involved, right?

Leave the politics
to the professionals,
captain.

You're to proceed
to perseid colony

and find a solution
to the problem.

Is there any
more information
on the disappearances?

When you reach
perseid,

you'll get
a full briefing

from their
security chief,

constable
Elaine morse.

Elaine morse?

I'm sure you'll
like her, captain.

She's as stubborn
as you are.

Anything wrong, sir?

Get us to
the perseid colony,
commander, please.

Mr. Ford,
report, please.

W.s.k.r.s. Are
on high-range scan.

Subfighters are
patrolling the area.

Oh, constable morse

will be onboard
for a briefing
at 2200 hours.

It's good of her
to squeeze us in.

While we're waiting
for the constable

to grace us
with her presence,

let's give the crew
shore leave.

Standard rotation.

O'Neill, you have
first watch.

As for the rest
of you,

you heard
the captain,

what are
you waiting for?

When you finish up
here, Tim,

they're using an ultrasonic
refinement process.

Uh, ensign?

Now that we have
some downtime,

run a complete diagnostic
on the sensor array.

You're revoking
my shore leave, sir?

No.

I'm ordering
a diagnostic.

See that
it's carried out.

Whoo!
Civilization at last.

I can't wait.

Only you, Tony,

would call
a desolate
mining colony

in the middle
of nowhere
"civilization."

Civilization
means different things
to different people.

To Tony, it
means any place

women haven't heard
his pickup lines.

Aw.

Hey, Lucas.

You're headed
in the wrong direction.

Shore leave's
that way.

You're not going.

But the captain said--

run a full
diagnostic

on the sensor
array.

Isn't that your job?

Yes.

It was
for two years.

And now
I'm an officer,

and I'm telling
you to do it,

o.k.?

Look at the bright side.

The women here
probably know all
your lines anyway.

[Piano plays]

How you doing?

We need a table
for three.

Um, you two are welcome,

but he's not.

Why?

I thought apartheid was
abolished 50 years ago.

We're not that
hungry after all.

Oh, yes,
you are.

You go.

Mmm, eat.

We're not going
without you.

Why go some place
that I'm not wanted?

Why would we want to?

I am not hungry,
anyway.

I would rather
look around.

Go.

Eat.

Dagwood?

Ahh.

Ahh.

We'll catch up
with him later.

Mmm.

Would you like some?

Thanks.

O.k.

Hi. Can I get you
anything?

Thank you.

O.k.

Docking collar pressurized.

Clear main door platform.

Glad to see
you're taking

this situation so
seriously, captain.

Have you granted
leave to the entire
crew?

Only personnel
deemed non-essential
to the mission.

And if you wish
to play bridge,

where will you
find a fourth?

Welcome aboard.

Perhaps the constable
could begin

by giving us details

of the hauler
disappearances.

There are no details.

One second, the haulers
are on our sensors,

the next, they're gone.

We'll have
subfighters

discretely follow
your haulers,

see what's happening
up close.

Work out the details
with the constable.

Brief fredricks
and Brody.

I don't think
we're done.

I have
a prior commitment.

Next time,
check with us before
setting a meeting.

I gave you time
to survey the area

and formulate a plan.

If I'd realized this
was best you could do,

I would've
been here sooner.

Well,
I'm real eager

to hear
your better idea.

Seaquest
will lead a convoy

to their
Asian destinations

allowing
our mining collectives

to fulfill
their contracts.

That's a quick fix

ignoring
the larger problem.

I'm capable of
prioritizing my problems.

If you'd fixed them,
we wouldn't be here.

You're here.
This is my colony.

And this is my boat.

I thought it was
part of your anatomy.

Damn it, Elaine!

Constable,

seaquest will
investigate
the situation.

I will deal with
it as I see fit.

Warning.

Main power systems
inoperative.

Backup power diverted
to life support.

Mr. Ford?

O'Neill,
what's going on?

Piccolo was
pushing buttons
on the sensor panel.

Next, the computer
goes crazy

shutting us down.

Piccolo?

Don't worry.
I'll find my own way.

I was running
the diagnostic
on the sensor

and--and...

And everything
just went crazy.

You didn't
take the ray
off-line first.

If a flaw's
in the circuits,

the system
can't compensate
and crashes.

Why not?
I didn't know that.

I've never run
a diagnostic

by myself
before, sir.

Main power systems
now on-line.

Resuming normal function.

You're dismissed.

Back on shore leave,
sir?

I understand that you're
on a self-improvement
mission.

I suggest
the ship's library.

Yes, sir.

Listen, captain,
don't be too hard
on piccolo.

He didn't know
any better.

Why was
he doing a job

that I understood
you'd be doing?

I thought this would
be a good for piccolo

to become aware
with the sensor.

I've done
hundreds of these.

A complete diagnostic
would be an ideal way

for him to begin.

You got
a subordinate

to do a job
you didn't want?

Yes, sir.

Don't ask somebody
to do something

you're not willing
to do yourself.

Now, we have
a flawed circuit

in the sensor array?

I suspect a cross-link
in the systems.

If we rerun
the diagnostic

with the system
off-line,

it should take
half an hour.

And if we did it
manually?

Manually?

It would take
seaquest's entire crew

two full days, sir.

Well, you'd better
get started then

'cause you're doing
it all by yourself.

You have
your orders, ensign.

Yes, sir.

O'Neill?

Sir?

Brody, fredricks,
to the launch bay.

2400 hours, Mr. Ford
has a mission for them.

Aye, aye, sir.

What?

What?

I just watched you
come down pretty hard

on constable morse

and Lucas.

I'm just wondering if
your behavior is related

to something other than
the mission at hand.

Let's just call it
a bad mood.

Elaine morse and I
have a history.

I was hoping never
to see her again.

May I ask
where you met?

At the altar.

I left her there
twice.

I can't believe you've
been checking circuits
for three weeks,

still haven't found
that crossed sensor
relay.

Believe it.

I'd love to help,

but I'm still on
shore leave...Sir.

You want some help?

Yes. Yes.

Uh...

No, actually.

Captain Hudson ordered me
to do this on my own.

But thank you.

Congratulations.
not a single hauler

has been lost since
seaquest arrived
at perseid.

We're pleased.

Dustin thaw of
Deon international

would like to thank
you personally.

Sir, that really
won't be necessary.

I not only speak

for Deon international,

but for all
the hard-working
miners at perseid

when I thank you

for restoring peace
to the free zone.

We can call this
mission a success.

Or a quick fix

ignoring
the larger problem.

Constable?

We haven't found
the haulers.

It's a big ocean.

The pirates have
probably moved on,

thanks to
your fine work.

I'm glad the ueo's
strong show of force

provided
a meaningful deterrent

to future piracy.

Let's hope
this exercise

never needs
to be repeated.

That's exactly what
your mother said

after our second
wedding ceremony.

Come on, Elaine,
lighten up.

It's the first
personal comment

we've said
in three weeks.

How much more
impressive that'd be

if we actually talked
during that time.

But then why should
now be any different

from when
we lived together?

If you'd
wanted to talk,

all you had
to do was call.

If I wanted to,
I would have.

Have the crew
return to the ship.

We leave
in 30 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Ask it, commander.

Sir?

The question
that's been written
all over your face

for the past
three weeks.

What happened between
the two of you?

We could've spent
a lifetime together.

She always had to
grab the shower
first.

Mmm.

I love watching
you eat, dagwood.

I like it,
too, Rachel.

I wish I didn't
have to go.

Then don't.

The seaquest
is leaving,

and I'm part
of the crew.

What do you
do there?

Well, um...

They let me
clean it.

And when there's
something heavy that
needs lifting,

I get to do that.

They don't let you Polish
the captain's shoes?

Um...

I like working
on the seaquest,

and they like me.

They like having
a dagger around

because you work hard,

and you don't complain,

and you
never get tired.

But they
are my friends.

We're your people.

Dagwood, you
enlisted in the Navy.

Yes, sir.

I would like
to UN-enlist.

If every sailor
got to quit

whenever he was
feeling homesick,

we'd be in a lot
of deep trouble,

don't you think?

How long did
I enlist for?

Four weeks.

Four months?

Four years.

They will not
remember me

when I come back.

Every person
onboard this ship

lives with that fear.

Even you?

I should be so lucky.

Tell you what
I'm going to do.

I'll give you
48 hours leave

to get your affairs
in order.

Then I'll send
a shuttle for you.

Affairs?

Thank you, sir.

If you are not
onboard that shuttle

when it returns,

I'll report you
as a deserter.

Do you understand
what that means?

Hmm.

[Sniffs]

I can
never come back

to the seaquest.

It means that
if you ever set foot

in ueo territory again,

you'll be arrested,
prosecuted,

and jailed for a lot
longer than four years.

Mmm.

[Captain]
Hauler 261-b headed
for Hong Kong,

on course
and on time.

Go safely, hauler.

I always do.
Hauler 261-b, out.

Are you sure
about this?

It's been quiet
for three weeks.

Maybe it's
finally over.

It's not the same
around here
without dagwood.

Get used to it.

I don't think
he's coming back.

He'll be back.

You haven't
seen him, Lucas.

He's found himself
on perseid.

No, he's
found daggers.

That's all.

Seaquest is his home,
o.K.?

Those are his
own people, Lucas.

We have to
support him

whatever decision
he makes.

Even if it means
him going awol, huh?

Is it dagwood you're
really worried about

or yourself?

Nah. This isn't about me.

Look, both you guys

first came
aboard seaquest
as outsiders.

You had a lot
to prove.

That's why dagwood's
closer to you

than he is
to any of us.

It'd hurt you
if he left.

Maybe I just want
to see a friend again,
commander, huh?

Seaquest is a complicated
place for friendships.

What do you mean?

Figure it out.

[Alarm bell rings]

Mr. Piccolo?

Yes, sir?

Hold her steady.

What do we got?

Open-band distress
signal, sir,

all channels,
range 7,000 meters.

Put on the screen.

We're under attack.

If you're out there,
please respond.

This is an emergency call.
We desperately need
assistance.

Information, O'Neill.

W.s.k.r.s. Show
a hauler class sub

being chased by
two other subs.

I can't I.D. Them,
but they look creative.

Announce us, Mr. Ford,
forcefully.

Yes, sir.
Firing torpedoes.

Incoming torpedoes.
Dozens of them, sir.

Mr. Ford,
buy me 10 seconds.

Yes, sir.
Firing plasma
intercepts

and flash warheads.

Hard to starboard,
on my Mark.

Now.

We made it.

A diversion.
The pirates are going
to take the hauler.

Get the specters out.

Yes, sir.

Stay on my wing,
attack my target.

You got it.

The hauler's
taking in water.
They're going down.

Get those people
out of there.

Launching
assault craft.

Launching now.

Fredricks, I've
picked up a bandit.

He's mine.
Take out his torpedo.

Roger.

Whoo!

Henderson, all
port docking inoperable.

You'll have to laser in.

Arming laser dock.

Brace for docking.

Get him, commander.

Done, sir.

Releasing
grapnel torpedo.

The hauler's crew
is safely boarding the
assault craft, captain.

Well-done, gentlemen.

You took a big bite out
of free zone piracy.

Chart a course
for the perseid colony.

The helm's all yours.

Aye, sir.

I wish I could celebrate,
but the pirates have
been caught

and the lady
needs to make a buck.

It looks like smooth
sailing to Hong Kong.

Let's keep this channel
open just in case.

You never were one
to make a party.

Not when there's
work to be done.

There's a phrase
that conjures up memories.

Peace offering.

Thanks,

but I won't be at peace

until that hauler
is docked in Hong Kong.

Maybe.
The hijackers
are in your brig.

Is it hard to admit
I might have done
something right?

As hard as
it is for you to
admit you're wrong.

They were attacking
that hauler.

I can replay
my sensor logs for you.

Exactly. During
the other attacks,

the hijackers never
appeared on the sensors.

Maybe your sensors
need updating.

Hauler, report.

Nothing to report,
except boredom.

Just like
the good old days.

What the hell?

Hauler, what is it?

[Doors close]

Hauler, come in!

It wasn't my decision.

Our haulers are
sitting ducks out there.

We need seaquest
leading convoys.

What, forever?

Seaquest is nothing
more than a bandage here.

It's not a cure.

What, you're going to
shrug your shoulders
and leave?

Then again,

that's your style.

Ahem.

Do you have something
to say, ensign?

Sir, if the pirates
want a sitting duck,

we should
give them one.

We outfit a hauler

and its load
with tracking devices.

When they nab it,
we follow it back
to their base.

I like it.

So do I.

Good thinking,
wolenczak.

I'll have a hauler
loaded and ready
in an hour.

Commander Ford, have
lieutenant fredricks
suit up

and meet us
at the launch bay.

Something I can
do for you, ensign?

I think I should
be on that hauler, sir.

You think that
ensign stripe of yours

qualifies you to lead
a potentially dangerous
military mission?

No, sir.

Then what?

I believe I shouldn't
ask a crew member

to do something i'm
not willing to do myself.

The captain says I have to
straighten out my affairs.

What does that mean?

That means you
get to play being human

for a couple more hours,

then you go back to
being a slave again.

They are not like that.

They're monotones.
They're all like that.

Dagwood...

I--

I care about you
so much.

You're simple and sweet

and good.

You don't understand
what they're capable of.

What they did to us.

You have
never even met them.

Maybe not them,
but their fathers
or their uncles

or their brothers.

They enslaved
us to do work

too menial for
their own servants,

sent us out to be
butchered in their wars,

cast us aside to starve

when we became
an embarrassing reminder

of the evil they can do.

My friends
did not do that.

Their kind.
Don't you understand?

They are not a kind.

They are people
that I care about,

just like you.

Not like me,

and not like you,
dagwood.

We're daggers.

We belong
with our own kind.

We belong together.

Hauler ready
for departure.

It's a short-stroked,
double-tanked museum piece.

You sure you know
how to drive it?

I learned to pilot those
on my daddy's lap.

I'm going into a fight
in a defenseless hauler.

We won't be far.
The ore's treated
with isotopes.

We can track their
radioactive signature
from seaquest.

You better be right.

If I disappear,
everything goes
to my cat.

Has the captain
approved this?

I've approved this.

Good. Because
I'm going, too.

That's my hauler.

The only way it's
leaving here is
with me on it.

Captain,
uh, i--

I thought
I was going
to go, sir?

Thank you for
volunteering, ensign.

And thank you
for reminding me

that I can't ask
somebody to do something

I'm not willing
to do myself.

Yes, sir.

Keep an eye on us,
wolenczak.

Good luck.

This isn't
a subfighter, Oliver.

Ease up
on your dive plane.
Your angle is too steep.

It's not that.
We just hit a thermocline.

The current's shifting.

Kick back,
enjoy the ride.

Now that
you mention it,

I have heard
this is a rough spot
for thermoclines.

My angle
is a little steep.

It's been a while
since I've driven
one of these.

I remember
the last time.

We were on autopilot
most of that trip.

Well, maybe if
you concentrated
a little more

on your driving and
a little less on me,

you wouldn't
have proposed.

You said yes.

You left.

If I hadn't left,
you would have.

Look, your angle
is too damn steep.

Is anything wrong,
Lucas?

Uh, no. Uh, the hauler's
cruising at 80 knots,

and sensors are
detecting nothing
unusual in the area.

I was talking
about you, Lucas.

You seem worried.

Terrified is more
like it, commander.

You feel responsible
for Hudson and morse.

They're out there
risking their lives

because of an idea
I tossed off the top
of my head.

Wearing stripes
means you're not only
responsible for yourself,

but also the lives
of others.

You still want
to be an officer?

You get scared,
commander?

Every time
I give an order.

Hang in there.

You call that driving?

We're at a dead stop.

[Alarm blares]

Full power.

We are at full.

They've stopped.

Something's wrong.

Let me have it.

We're caught in some
magnetic tenser field.

Where's it coming from?

I don't know.
The sensors are dead.

What are you doing?

Shutting everything down
before we tear ourselves
apart.

Oliver!

Open a channel.

I can't. Contact's
been lost, sir.

Are they under attack?

They're gone.

The sensors
read nothing.

Not even the isotopes?

It's like the hauler
was never there.

Unless our sensors
are out of whack,

someone's interrupting
our datalink with
our w.S.K.R.S.

Feeding us
false information.

Sensors may lie,
but Darwin won't.

I doubt whatever's
tricking our sensors

is also designed
to fool dolphins.

Darwin, I need you
to take a swim.

Darwin swim.

Darwin help Ford.

Captain Hudson,

what an unpleasant
surprise.

I should have known Deon
was behind all this.

I underestimated
just how machiavellian
he could be.

Why steal
your own shipments?

They can bankrupt
the mining colonies,
take over the claims,

and still get their ore.

The savings not
having to pay for it,
the insurance reimbursement,

more than made up for
the cost of the operation.

A win-win situation.

Larry Deon knows
about this, of course?

Immaterial...

Captain.

Water warm.

What are you doing?

Resetting sensors to
search for variation
in water temperature.

And...

I got a trail of warm
water heading due north.

It's a sub.

I'm picking up
microparticles of
fuel residue.

How did you know?

The pirates can
escape our sensors.

They can't escape
the fact that displacement
from a moving vessel

causes the surrounding
waters to heat up.

Mr. Piccolo,
all ahead full.

Flood the tubes,
Mr. Brody.
Sound general quarters.

[Alarm blares]

We have sensor contact--
bearing 349, 160 knots.

It's seaquest.
Range, 5,600 meters
and closing.

Arm torpedoes.
Bring us behind her.

Stand down now
and seaquest
wont blow fire.

Seaquest's sensors
have been jammed.

She won't know we're
here until we've sunk her.

Goodbye, captain.

Elaine?

Till death
do us part.

We never got that far,
remember?

There's a silver lining
to everything.

Break it up.

Hey, let's go!

You always
did go your way
and I went mine.

I'm glad one of us
had a plan.

That wasn't a plan.

Don't flatter yourself.

The heat band moves
around that Ridge.

Send a w.S.K.R.
Over the Ridge on
the starboard side.

Aye, aye, sir.

Status?

3,000 meters
and closing.

Fire torpedoes
on my Mark.

The only way
to the bridge
is past them.

How?

You could always
kiss me again.

Or we could do it
the easy way.

Fire!

I'd reconsider.

The heat trail's
on the other side, sir.

Fire aft torpedoes,
wide disbursement.

Helm, hard to port.

Incoming torpedoes.

Open a channel, now!

I've got captain Hudson.

Are you sure?

On speaker.
It's on
a secured channel.

Seaquest, this
is captain Hudson.

Confirmation--
Alpha 1-9er-2.

Hold your fire.

It's him.
Detonate
torpedoes.

Activating self-destruct.

It worked, commander.

Send over some people.
We'll put this crew
in custody,

and follow you
to perseid.

Yes, sir.

[Morse]
Your angle is
still too steep.

[Hudson]
My angle is just fine.
Thank you.

I'm glad it worked out.

So am I.

I meant about
the hijackings.

I know what you meant.

You always did.

Not always.

For me?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, thank you.

This is my book.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

And...your violin.

You left them the last
time you took off.

You threw me out.

It was nice to see
you again, Oliver.

Shuttle 3, you are
clear to docking bay 4.

Nice to see
you again, Elaine.

I am back, sir.

I thought you were happier
with your own kind?

I am with
my own kind.

Ensign, diagnostics
on the sensor array?

Completed, sir.

Piccolo!

Yes, sir?

Red badge of courage--
read it.

Yes, sir.

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club/grantsmanship

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