Okay, not really. When we come back, Kendal and the two SEALs are fishing the wounded men out of the rising water in sickbay. While Langston and Kendal fight to close the hatch manually, Langston asks about the possibility of an extraction team, but Kendal says they're too deep; they're at 1600 to 1700 feet and the hull's rated for 1300. Right on cue, a section of bulkhead bows inward, groaning. A moment later, a rivet pops, hitting Langston in the head and dropping him like a steer in a slaughterhouse. King recovers from his shock in time to help Kendal finish closing the hatch, as the snapshot of Mrs. Kendal floats by unnoticed among the bobbing pharmaceuticals.
Cut to a magnificent island paradise, presumably somewhere in this neighborhood of the Indian Ocean. Yes, it's actually Oahu, but Andre Braugher isn't really a submarine captain either. This place looks super multi-culti, too; the owner of the open-air tiki bar is a young Asian woman with a Latino bartender, and there's a black guy driving past in a Mercedes, followed by an SUV. Quite an impressive entourage for dirt roads choked with chickens. The island, we'll find out later, is called Sainte Marina, and the guy in the Mercedes is the mayor, Julian Serrat. The mayoral Mercedes pulls up outside a closed gate marked with a sign reading "Property of NATO," even though it was clearly painted by the local high school drama department. The gate must also be staffed by the local high school drama department, because they open right up for the car, and we get a good look at the antenna-bristled building beyond as Julian drives toward it.
Inside the installation, in a room filled with radar screens and terminals, a nerdy dude with a British accent is yelling insistently down the phone about having just picked up a missile signature -- an American Tomahawk, to be exact. He apparently gets blown off, but Sophie, his pretty female boss with an accent I can't begin to place, tells him to keep looking for more evidence, just as Mayor Julian walks in, boasting about his ability to get access to anywhere because everybody wants something. As a demonstration, he presents Sophie with a jar of "Hazeltella" as a gift, making it clear that he expects at some point she'll give him a gift in return. Maybe if he stops looking only at her mouth when he talks to her.