JAG s04e16 Episode Script

Submarine! - Look out! - Go, go, go.
- Come on, men.
- Turn it on, turn it on.
The yeoman testified he handed his urine sample to the lab technician.
No, he handed it to the corpsman, lab assistant handed it to the supervisor.
You skipped how it got from the corpsman to the lab assistant, which was the whole point of this line of questioning: The possibility of a break in the chain of custody.
That was your intention, Harm.
As far as I'm concerned, lab incompetence was never at the centre of this case.
Well, then, what was? Please, the suspense is killing me.
Sir.
It's the Lipari court-martial, admiral.
The yeoman failed his drug test, sir.
He insists a shipmate he beat at poker spiked his tapioca with hashish.
There's no way for us to prove that, sir.
Did you communicate this to the major? I did, sir.
- Major? - Not conclusively, sir.
Since you are the defence team, don't you think it would be in the best interest of your client that you would agree? That's not gonna happen.
The major and I just don't seem to see eye to eye.
- Is that your opinion, major? - It is, sir.
Okay.
What's going on? Well, sir, I don't think we need to be overly concerned about it.
The major and I are together a lot, and there's bound to be a few bumps in the road - every once in a while.
- And this would be one of them? - Yes, sir.
- Seems to be, sir.
That's very interesting.
Because I just got authorisation from Judge Chaidez to have you both removed from the case.
Well, you wouldn't get an argument here, sir.
So I can send you both, as a team, to the Arctic Ocean to conduct a JAGMAN investigation aboard the submarine U.
S.
S.
Watertown.
- Sir-- - Apparently, it strayed into Norwegian waters and surfaced in the middle of a sailing regatta.
Watertown's claiming operational mishap.
Our Scandinavian allies, tired of us skulking around their shoreline, are a little more sceptical.
The coast of Norway has some strategic significance that the Pentagon is loath to give up.
- Sir--? - We're looking for a defensible position.
- Admiral--? - Commander, you had an assignment aboard the U.
S.
S.
Tigershark? Yes, sir.
Before you arrived, my partner at the time, Lieutenant Austin, and I were assigned there to negotiate with a terrorist.
Tigershark is a Seawolf class, isn't it? - Yes, sir.
- Watertown is Los Angeles class.
- Are you familiar with them? - No, sir.
Be prepared to do a lot of slouching.
Understood, sir.
Good.
Major, one caveat.
You'll be in tight quarters with 141 men.
Prepare yourself.
Sir, might I suggest you give that warning to the crew of the Watertown? I'm going to assume you two can resolve your differences and move on.
- Any reason to think otherwise? - No, sir.
- No, sir.
- Good.
That'll be all.
- Aye, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Top bunk.
- Top bunk.
Tails.
Heads.
Leave the lingerie at home this time.
Oh, and I feel I should let you know, the entire time we were down there, Lieutenant Austin suffered from claustrophobia.
- I'm not Lieutenant Austin.
- We'll see.
Skyhawk 1 to U.
S.
S.
Watertown.
We have your pass.
Standing by for clearance.
Skyhawk 1, this is U.
S.
S.
Watertown.
- Tower is cleared for delivery.
- Stand by to receive.
Lower away, Skyhawk.
Watertown, they're all yours.
Coming through.
- Harm? - Yeah? - Heads up.
- Thanks.
Yeah.
Captain to Con.
Two-thirds of the morning watch threw a puke party.
Both the navigational officer and the bow plane operator went down.
Within minutes, Watertown had drifted off-track and depth.
By the time the XO could take control and correct her back, she was seriously off course.
- How'd the men get sick, sir? - Chief corpsman? - E.
Coli, ma'am.
- Bad meat? Pancakes and hash browns, sir.
- Any previous incidents, sir? - Negative.
- You out of ink, major? - A pencil would help, skipper.
I've got a better idea.
XO, let Major MacKenzie use your PDA.
Ever try one of these? Personal digital assistant.
Provides its own light.
You can take notes, access data.
Even has an infrared transmitter so you can e-mail anywhere on the boat using Watertown's internal communication system.
Commander Flagler, if the XO needs this I want you to thoroughly check out the veracity of these accounts.
XO Eustis, myself, every man on this boat is prepared to cooperate fully.
- Yes, sir.
- We'll get on it, commander.
Very good.
Every foodstuff onboard is either frozen, freeze-dried, canned or packaged.
The quality control is like that on a space shuttle.
If there was contamination, it happened elsewhere.
What about unclean surfaces? Ma'am, as I said, the sanitation regs of the sub are unreal.
You know, you could perform an appendectomy on my countertops.
An infected crew member? Everyone scrubs down before and after, sir.
I'm telling you, my galley's cleaner than the pope's nose.
Well, we're gonna need more than just your assurance, chief.
Permission to speak freely.
- On the record, chief.
- Go ahead.
Go ahead, Chief Basilio.
Something's not right about Watertown.
- In what way? - She's spooked, ma'am.
- Chief - Look, sir, the vibe is bad.
Guys are getting sick and hurt all the time.
This week, it's nausea.
Before that, the leading yeoman punctured an eardrum.
The same day, one of my mess cranks got scabies.
We had to strip and sterilise.
Took us 18 hours.
Now, I get to do it again.
Look, you probably think I'm some Brooklyn bozo, but I've been a bubblehead for seven years, and I've never had an assignment like this.
There's something wrong when the chief corpsman is the hardest-working squid on a boat.
We just began our fourth back-to-back patrol.
Didn't even have liberty.
When you have men working this close for that long a period of time, they develop a single consciousness.
If it's unhealthy, it can support the spread of sickness, - job injury and even depression.
- Is it unhealthy? I believe that was Chief Hodge's point, Mac.
I'm aware of the chief's point.
I was looking for specifics.
- The men are tired, ma'am.
- Yeah, what about that? Well, it's to be expected.
And I'm busier than I should be, but I don't think there's any cause for alarm.
- What can be done about it? - Nothing really.
But this is a great crew.
They're bulldogs.
There isn't a drill these guys can't handle.
- Are you okay, major? - Yeah, I think I pinched something.
Doesn't surprise me.
It's the number one complaint here, with all that bending and hunching.
Trust me, ma'am.
I'm reading this book on reflexology.
It's very cool stuff.
I think it worked.
That's amazing.
- Anything I can do for you, sir? - Can you make me shorter? Commander Rabb, Major MacKenzie, report to the Con ASAP.
- XO, make your depth 400 feet.
- Make my depth 400 feet.
Aye, sir.
Maintain course 340, Make depth 400 feet.
All engines ahead full.
Maintain course 340, Make depth 400 feet.
All engines ahead full.
- Skipper? - Naval Intelligence has located what they believe to be an underwater missile facility off the North Korean coast.
Watertown has just been deployed to the Sea of Japan.
Sir, the major and I have enough to file a preliminary report.
You can put us off at any point.
We're already under the Arctic ice, commander.
You'll be riding the vents until we surface on the other side.
We understand, sir.
Well, we don't put mints on your pillows here, but we'll do our best to make your stay as comfortable as we can.
Two of the officers have the flu, sir.
Well, have to be enlisted quarters, then.
I'm sorry.
We'll notify your command of the situation and guarantee your safety.
Sir, how long do you expect this to take? Shouldn't be more than a week, huh, sir? Fifteen days, minimum.
Think of it this way.
You'll have time to complete your investigation.
XO.
All right, now Welcome to Hotel Shoehorn, ma'am.
Petty Officer First Class Dirking at your service, major.
- Can I take your gear? - No, I'm fine.
Good evening, sir.
I was just about to show off the visitors suite.
How long is she bow to stern? I'd say you have about four inches on her, sir.
Guess this would be yours, ma'am.
We're hot bunking down here, Mac.
Two to a coffin.
- Who is he? - Petty Officer Donahue, ma'am.
My turn.
Yeah.
Major? That's the head.
Yes, master chief.
Well, you're gonna need instructions on what to do in there.
Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.
That came out wrong.
You-- What I mean is that the facilities on a submarine are, well, unique.
Think of it as a chamber within a chamber, so you're-- When you've concluded your business, then you'll have to stand and open the saltwater inlet valve, close it when it fills, then open the flapper valve.
That's a cylinder with a hole in it that's located in the bottom of the receptacle itself.
Turn it so that the Well, the contents empty into the sanitary tank.
Thing is, you're gonna have to open it into its smallest aperture first because if the pressure in the sanitary tank's higher than that in the toilet, then the contents can blow back at you.
And, anyway, if you're turning the valve and you see bubbles, then just stop and call the engineer.
Thanks for the instructions, Master Chief Crimins.
But at the moment, I'm just using it to change.
Yes, ma'am.
Okay.
- What? - You're squirming.
My knees are in my face, Mac.
Give me a break.
Whoa, sorry.
Wrong rack.
Just the compactor, major.
Sorry about that.
Snap to.
Was this your idea, petty officer? Standard procedure, ma'am.
Well, let me be as clear as I can.
While I'm aboard this boat, I expect you and your shipmates to maintain the respect due an officer.
If I find this lacking in any way, I will haul you out the forward escape trunk and feed your ass to the crabs.
Understood, ma'am.
Why jump all over me? I had nothing to do with it.
No, you were just enjoying yourself.
Mac, they were just having fun.
You're the best thing to happen to this crew in a month.
You consider disrespecting an officer fun? I don't think this qualifies as disrespect.
Besides, pranks are common on a sub.
Oh, so it's my problem.
No, but you could take it easy.
I mean, lighten up.
I'll work on it.
You know what? It's quite obvious that we are not getting along.
So why don't we just agree to take it easy on each other for the duration down here? Then maybe this thing will work itself out.
- I can do that.
- Good.
I'll try to be more sensitive and you try to be less, okay? You try to be more sensitive and I won't have to be less.
You know what, Mac? It is your problem.
No pulse.
Let them through.
All right, make a hole.
- Petty chief coming through.
- Go.
It's an emergency ballast line, sir! - XO, shut it down.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- XO, pull a BB line.
- Sir.
So the cabin's air flask provides HP, or high-pressure air, to the emergency main ballast tank blow header.
- Yes, sir.
- That allows us to force water from the main ballast tanks for emergency surfacing.
Well, how much pressure are we talking about, master chief? Forty-five hundred pounds per square inch.
When coming through a hole that small, it's like a laser beam.
It can pierce flesh like a needle.
It burst his vena cava, sir.
He was dead before he hit the deck.
Somehow during maintenance, the packing must have been nicked, which eventually caused the fitting to blow.
Apparently, the nick was so small no one noticed it.
- You're saying it weakened over time? - Yes, sir.
Petty Officer Towson was unlucky enough to be passing when it gave way.
Sir, someone's gotta bring this up.
Might as well be me.
We have a body onboard.
Excuse me, sir, but that body belonged to Petty Officer Towson.
And as far as I'm concerned, he still has an identity.
- I don't care for the tone, chief.
- All right, stand down, both of you.
Sir, I know I'm not handling this very well, but something in the universe must be out of whack.
- This kid should not be dead.
- I understand.
I'm scheduling a memorial service for 1600.
I suggest that we deal with our feelings at that time.
Yes, sir.
- XO, what is your suggestion? - Burial at sea, sir.
I don't understand.
We can't surface.
- Torpedo tubes, Mac.
- I'm not doing that to his family.
Only under battle conditions would I even consider it.
No, we're bringing him back.
Order Chief Basilio to clear space from his freezer.
We'll bag Petty Officer Towson and store him there.
Defrosted food will be cooked and preserved with salt.
XO, come left, heading 225.
- All engines ahead full.
- Aye, sir.
Come left, steer course 225.
All engines ahead full.
Come left, steer course 225.
Sir, we have real ice cream aboard.
You arranged for it in port.
- Thirds, major? - No, thanks.
- Commander? - No, I'm still good, thanks.
None for me either, Gary.
- Is the crew all set? - Yes, sir, they have plenty.
Doesn't seem very Christian, indulging ourselves like this in the wake of a tragedy.
Any thoughts on why all this is happening, skipper? Medical emergencies? Death of the petty officer? Should I? The reason I ask, sir, is your corpsman, Chief Hodge, seems to think it has to do with shared fatigue.
I wondered if you agreed with his thesis.
I respect the chief's opinion.
As far as I'm concerned, this is the finest 688 crew in the fleet.
- They can handle the stress.
- You considered bad vibes? Bad vibes are the result of bad crews.
I'm talking about the boat itself, sir.
There are those who believe the Watertown is cursed.
- What do you think, sir? - I think that's horse pucky.
- Permission to enter, sir.
- Granted.
Sir, I don't know how to say this.
One word at a time, chief.
Sir, I've been concerned about Petty Officer Bluesteen.
He's the only member of the crew who hasn't recovered.
- Bluesteen, the mess cook? - Yes, sir.
- He's been running a 103 fever.
- That's not treatable? Well, of course, sir.
Just that, this morning, I noticed some yellowing in his eyes, so I took a blood test.
Now, don't tell me the man has jaundice? Hepatitis A, sir.
I'll need authorisation to quarantine him to the corpsman's room, sir.
Surrounding areas will also have to be off-limits.
- So how is it spread? - Through uncooked food, sir.
You'll all need to be tested.
Wrong rack.
Mac, it's me.
I'm sorry, I can't sleep.
Well, I don't know any bedtime stories.
Listen to this.
I've been running everything over in my head, right? I was thinking back to when we were on the Hornet, and the possibility of ghosts and the like.
Now, I try to apply that to the Watertown.
- But I keep tripping over reality.
- What do you mean? Well, first off, food-poisoning incident.
The skipper told us the navigational watch took sick before the XO could replace him? But they all ate the same breakfast.
So how does the XO not get sick? - Well, maybe he didn't eat.
- Why wouldn't he? The nicked valve.
Given the fact that subs are obsessively maintained, how does a nicked valve go undetected in the time it would take to weaken? - Go on.
- Hepatitis A.
How does it appear aboard a vessel where there's no liberty for weeks? When I was flying, there was an outbreak.
Boatswain's mate picked it up in port.
The infection spread within days.
Watertown isn't spooked, Mac, and the fatigue factor is irrelevant.
Well, then, what is it? Someone aboard this vessel is deliberately trying to hurt the others.
I suggest you both lighten up on the bug juice.
First, my boat is cursed, now, there's a madman aboard.
- Sir, I didn't say that.
- Why else would an individual, with few ways of concealing his actions and no possible means of escape, try to infect or injure the others? - I don't know.
- You damn well better.
Don't wake me out of a dead sleep and feed me this kind of theory without knowing, understood? Look, skipper, let the major and me poke around, see if we can turn something up.
We can conceal it from the crew by folding it into our investigation on the sailboat incident.
You behind this, major? I trust the commander implicitly, sir.
There's no one with better instincts.
He's right.
It makes no sense.
Where's the motive? Acrimony? Revenge? Claustrophobic delusions? You take your pick.
Yeah, I think I'm more comfortable with ghosts and curses.
With these kind of space restrictions, even the least-aggressive crew member is gonna feel like killing somebody at one point.
- Can we do this somewhere else? - What, you wanna go outside? If you're wrong about this, we're gonna be the most unpopular guests at the party.
Well, as long as we dance together.
And you lead.
You know, I'm beginning to think that this is more than a bump in the road.
- You honestly resent me.
- And you have no faith in me.
How did we get to this point anyway? I guess we were due.
We have been on a honeymoon of late.
- Are you saying this was inevitable? - I don't know.
But I think maybe we should talk about it.
You know, there might be deeper issues.
I am not going there with you.
This is not a marriage, okay? - What? Do you have a better idea? - Yeah, let's get through it.
We have an investigation to conduct.
Oh, that's it? End of conversation? No, you can tell me what you know about laser communications.
Yeah.
Well, I'll take that to mean "not much.
" How are you able to get a signal through the ice? A P-3 out of Brunswick is circling at low altitude.
Radio watch tells me this reduces attenuation of the signal.
The patrol plane then clean beams it to the nearest satellite.
- Cool.
- Listen, Bud.
I need you to check the records of every crew aboard the Watertown.
- All right, sir.
What am I looking for? - Aggressive behaviour.
History of therapy.
Anything that might suggest dysfunction.
You got it.
- How is everything down there, sir? - That's to be determined, lieutenant.
But don't worry, the major and I are fine.
You know, I've never been on a sub.
What's it like? Well, you can experience it firsthand, Bud.
- I can? - Yeah.
When you go home tonight, throw out your fresh fruit and vegetables, put lube oil in your humidifier, go to sleep on a shelf in your closet, and go to work before sunrise.
- Is that Rabb? - Yes, sir.
Listen, Bud, if the admiral asks what we're up to, just tell him-- Everything he wants to know.
Admiral, sir.
How are you and the major getting along? We're working through it, sir.
Are you operating with the full endorsement of the skipper? - Yes, sir.
- Are you doing anything irregular or unlawful or ill-advised? No, sir.
- Carry on.
- Aye, aye, sir.
Sorry, guys.
Everyone has to be tested.
- Whatever.
- It's the second time in a week.
Hey, if you're stuck here, might as well do it.
- Always.
- The chief pulled me down here.
Is he gonna get the other guys? Is this will call? Mac, you can't ignore me.
We bump into each other every 5 feet.
- What is it? - Come here.
I need some humouring on this theory of mine.
Of everyone we've met, what do you think of Mess Chief Basilio as a suspect? No, too overt.
- Master Chief Crimins? - Too many years.
The XO? My thoughts exactly.
Especially his lack of empathy toward the crew.
Yeah.
And he was the only one who didn't get sick on that watch.
- What do we know about him? - Nothing yet.
Well, we could ply the skipper for info.
That's too risky, Mac.
We could tip our hand, lose his support.
- Then we go directly to the XO.
- But you shouldn't go.
Well, the XO hates you.
You took his PDA.
- No, the skipper gave it to me.
- I'd better go alone, Mac.
- Fine, whatever.
- I'll keep you in the loop.
Better get back in line.
Don't lose your place.
There you go.
Thought you might need a pick-me-up, commander.
I carry a tablespoon of grounds between my cheek and lower jaw.
All that caffeine doesn't make you irritable? You bet.
And that's okay? Sleep is not a primary consideration aboard a submarine.
All personnel, particularly the command, have to maintain a high level of readiness.
It's far more important I be alert than nice.
- What if you crash physically? - I don't.
XO, I'm gonna need to ask you a question about the morning the watch took sick.
- You wanna know why I didn't? - Yeah, what about that? I'm allergic to wheat.
I had a bowl of oatmeal instead of the pancakes.
What about not seeing any sailboats? Now, that's a question I'd expect from an airedale.
- How'd you know I was a pilot? - Records check.
We're in the dark down here.
No moonlight.
Can't take star fixes.
- You got sonar.
- You can't hear a sailboat unless it has its motor running.
Anyway, there were only a few of us and we were keying on large, undersea targets like reefs.
Don't imagine you see many of those at 15,000 feet.
- Depends on your air supply.
- It's a different world.
Yeah, I'm wondering about all this water pressure, if it gets to you after a while.
What does that mean? If you're upset about something, it could exacerbate the problem, - push you over the edge.
- We're too well-trained for that.
Everybody's human, commander.
Profound.
Anything else before I kick you out? Yeah, what happens when you eat wheat anyway? I grow fangs.
Nothing jumps out at me, sir, and I've reviewed each file at least twice.
Bud, what did you dig up on the XO? He's clean, sir.
No dings as far as I can see.
In fact, all of these records are outstanding.
The chief corpsman was honoured with a distinguished-service medal on his last tour with the frigate Sterling.
He's credited with saving 12 crewmen stricken with Legionnaires' disease.
Commander Flagler received a Legion of Merit award for-- Wait a minute, Bud.
Go back to the chief corpsman.
There was an outbreak aboard the Sterling? Yes, sir.
Tell me what else is in his record.
He served time at Bethesda.
- That's interesting.
- What? Well, he was commended for stabilising a ward of patients who had developed a serious bacterial infection.
That would be three epidemics in a row.
Talk about your coincidences.
Bud, I need a psych eval on Chief Hodge.
We're not authorised to obtain those unless Hodge is under investigation.
Consider him under investigation, Bud.
Yes, sir.
Can I ask where you're going with this, sir? To the corpsman's room.
Take care, lieutenant.
Sir, this area is off-limits.
Well, I hope you don't mind.
I borrowed some rubber gloves.
Of course.
But you shouldn't have taken the risk.
There's no risk.
I've been around hepatitis.
Can't catch it in the air, can you? Where are yours? That's a good point.
You know, I've been so busy, I forgot.
Is there something you need to know, sir? Well, for starters, you can tell me where your patient is.
He's in the auxiliary machinery room.
I needed the space to work.
- How's he doing? - He's better.
And his fever's almost gone.
You know, sir, I don't believe I did a blood test on you.
No, not yet.
Well, why don't we do that now that you're here? I've been talking to the crew about you.
They speak very highly.
- Oh, why is that, sir? - They consider you a miracle worker.
I believe one of them called you a water walker.
I've seen some of the evidence too.
I make my share of mistakes, sir.
Yeah? Like the ipecac syrup in the pancake mix? - I'm sorry? - Ipecac.
My mother used to keep a bottle in the medicine cabinet in case I swallowed poison.
Induces vomiting, right? That would be correct, sir.
Can you explain this? Yeah, I ran out.
Apparently.
This is Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
I'd like Major MacKenzie to come to the corpsman's room ASAP.
I'm aware of the quarantine.
Chief Hodge has made an exception for investigative purposes.
Sir, you're not accusing me of intentionally making these men sick, are you? I'd like to see Petty Officer Bluesteen, chief, so-- Can't let you go in there, sir.
Is that because Petty Officer Bluesteen doesn't have hepatitis, chief? - Petty officer is very ill, sir.
- Oh, I don't doubt that.
Let me read you something, chief.
"MBP, also called Münchausen by proxy.
A dangerous form of maltreatment in which caretakers, often mothers of small children, exaggerate, fabricate or actually cause physical or psychological illness in others.
Central purpose of this behaviour is to gain attention, including some form of internal gratification for themselves.
" I've been looking for someone trying to hurt the crew.
I should have been concentrating on the person trying to help them.
This is the captain.
We've just crossed under the North Pole.
My congratulations to Lieutenant Commander Rabb and to Major MacKenzie.
This is a sedative, sir.
It'll help you deal with the pain.
All right.
All right, let me look at it.
Come on, let me look at it.
Okay, sir.
You have a herniated larynx.
Can you speak? Now, easy, easy, easy.
Don't strain yourself.
You'll only make it worse.
I don't like to worry my patients, sir, but I think it's only fair that you fully understand the circumstances.
Your injury will require an invasive procedure.
Now, sir, I want you to know, I have operated while under way, aboard the Sterling.
The quartermaster was having trouble passing a kidney stone.
After two days of treating his pain, I was given permission to remove it.
He couldn't thank me enough.
When we landed in port, he wanted to buy me a woman for the night.
Now, of course, throat surgery is far riskier.
I'll have to be honest with you, sir.
Given the minimal equipment and lack of surgical personnel, I can't guarantee survival.
- Ma'am.
Glad you're here, ma'am.
- Should I be here? The danger's over, ma'am.
But we have another problem.
The commander's been injured.
Harm, what happened? He damaged his larynx, ma'am.
He can't speak.
- Why is he drugged? - The meperidine's for the pain.
He came down to get his blood taken.
Afterwards, he went out to the head and I heard a noise in the passageway, and I found him on the deck holding his throat.
My guess is he tripped over a knee knocker and fell into the equipment.
The commander's been on ships all his adult life.
He doesn't trip over knee knockers.
Ma'am, I didn't wanna make an accusation I couldn't prove, but I did see a crew member disappear around the corner after it happened.
Now, it's possible that Commander Rabb could have been attacked.
- Did you see his face? - I'm afraid I didn't.
Harm, were you attacked? Yeah? Who was it? He thinks you can help us.
I'm sorry.
- Why did he want me down here? - He didn't say, ma'am.
He knows something.
We gotta report this to the skipper, ma'am.
Well, the skipper has trouble with our theories.
I need your testimony.
We'll do it together.
Yes, ma'am.
You're gonna be safe down here, Harm.
I'll ask the captain to post a guard.
You know this crew, chief.
Give me some suspects.
I'd be speculating, ma'am.
I'm just gonna ask them some questions.
Well, you know, actually, there is someone who comes to mind.
- Seaman Garabedian? - Yes, ma'am.
Has a mould allergy and a spastic colon.
That doesn't help me, chief.
Sorry, ma'am.
He's tall, he's got bad skin.
- Kind of cranky and he never smiles.
- Is he capable of hurting someone? Oh, we all are, ma'am, under the right circumstances.
I've got mail.
- Yeah, we should get going, huh? - Oh, if I may, major, you have a lash in your left eye.
- What is that? - Just ammonia, ma'am.
I can flush that for you.
And it's only gonna get worse.
You're gonna need my help.
I need help.
I need help here.
I'm coming, major.
Harm, Hodge blinded me with ammonia.
- I can't see.
- Okay.
Harm? Major, are you all right? Major? Now, you do realise you are not helping yourself by resisting treatment.
The longer this goes on, the greater you risk permanent loss of vision.
Harm? Are you okay? Oh, God.
Relax, ma'am, just relax.
This won't take long.
The last thing I wanted was to lose you.
I had the same problem with Petty Officer Bluesteen.
I mean, what can I say? If you people work against me, how am I supposed to make you better? You know, it used to be that I'd lose sleep over my patients, and now I know I can't save everyone.
It's a hard reality, but I know I'll be the stronger for it.
Now, you do understand the three of you will be sharing the ride home.
It's all right, skipper, I have a few questions for Chief Corpsman Hodge.
This has been the damnedest thing.
I requested the man, you know.
Heard how he'd gotten his dolphins in record time.
Interviewed him for two hours.
The man impressed the hell out of me.
He had everybody fooled, commander.
I lost two men.
The Navy did not give me this command so I could be fooled.
No, they gave it to you so you could lead.
That's why Watertown will be the first American submarine to enter the red zone.
Well, thank you for pointing that out, major.
A healthy dose of self-criticism is always useful, but we should never underestimate our support.
No, sir.
Well, you two are quite a team.
You always work this well together? Yeah, when he lets me do the talking.