Kylie bursts into her boyfriend's office to have him ask his senator to pull the time stamp on her order, charming him into reluctantly agreeing to work on it. "Make sure it goes through the senator," she advises. "Don't do it yourself." God knows what Robert's allergic to, after all.

The Colorado is approaching the blockade underwater and is about to duck between two destroyers when suddenly the Perseus briefly crashes, and they're visible on sonar while they have to reboot it. Doesn't look like the destroyers noticed, though. Soon the sub surfaces in darkness near a boat anchored offshore, with almost seven hours left. They offload the cases without opening them and prepare to dive again. "What's in 'em?" a nosy sailor asks Kendal. "Three lives," the XO says. Funny, they look heavier than 63 grams.

King and Tani seem to be having a much more relaxed evening -- for about a minute. They join a camp of people who have apparently dropped out of society. Tani's dad, whose Australian accent is rather more pronounced than hers, appears to be the leader, and King seems to admire them for it. But then Tani gets pissed off at her dad for having apparently talked her younger brother into agreeing to the local manhood ritual. "How many lives in this family do you plan on ruining?" She storms off, which her dad is clearly used to. King politely declines her dad's invitation to stay, going after her instead. She is hotter, after all.

Beneath the ocean, red lights come on in the sub with a little over two hours left. Apparently Perseus is a giant power-suck and is going to need to be shut down. Chaplin gives the order to drop to a thousand feet and do this old school from now on. As they initiate silent running, there's a problem in Engineering that Prosser starts to head back to solve, but Kendal sends someone else, quoting an old Navy saying back to him: "Don't let the COB sabotage the sub." My dad was in the Navy, so I'll have to ask him if that's really an old Navy saying. It looks like the XO and the COB are going to come to blows over this, until Chaplin shuts it down. And they're just now getting back to the blockade, and two destroyers are closing in. Chaplin orders full stop and another three hundred feet of depth, carefully. They're being so quiet they don't even answer Shepard's call from the island that the blockade's onto them. The ship's hull starts moaning under the stress at the depth Prosser crudely calls "her G-spot." Chaplin orders them deeper, and the destroyer passes right over them when they're at 1800 feet, dropping depth charges as it goes. Chaplin barks orders as more ships come in and more depth charges hit the water, not that we see any of it; we're trapped in the conn just like our heroes. Which is a pretty effective way of telling the story. Normally sub engagements are filmed with all manner of exterior shots so we can see what's going on the water, but I think it works better this way. Not to mention cheaper. Suddenly Chaplin orders all stop, and they listen as the depth charges pass by and explode harmlessly in the distance, then proceed, the way now clear. But then someone drops a Maglite on the deck, and the noise is loud enough to give away their position. Maybe someone should consider equipping submarines with carpeting, or something. The deck would be less slippery, too. Don't see a downside, in fact.