On board the sub, Prosser complains to Shepard about Sophie being on the conn while French and their limited crew, which means, "maybe we can run, maybe we can fight, but we sure as Shinola cannot run and fight." Seriously, this character is saltier than an empty bag of pretzels. Shepard tries to dismiss Prosser, but he doesn't dismiss too good. He finally leaves after some more bitching, and Shepard starts giving orders, telling Cahill he can call her either sir or ma'am when he slips and calls her the former. Galacticer and Galacticer.

The talks with Curry have moved to what may or may not be church some distance from the shore. On the one hand, it has a big stone cross standing outside, but on the other, the structure looks more like a picnic shelter on Gilligan's Island. Curry's going on and on to Chaplin about the untenability of his situation. Kendal asks if there's an offer or not, and they begin rehashing all the stuff they've been through the past four weeks. Curry angrily says a pair of chimpanzees could have done what they didn't and concludes, "My offer is treason." Straw backs him up on that with the formalities, saying all officers will face court-martial, and every member of the crew gets seven years. Curry reasonably says they'll skip the death penalty given the death of Chaplin's son, which is when Chaplin hurls aside the table between them and grabs Curry by the jacket, saying that if he wants to kill Chaplin, he had his shot and he missed. "If you say my son's name again, I swear I will crush the jelly from your eyes." This must be what he meant when he told Kendal to control his feelings. Kendal gets everyone in the hut, sailors and MPs, to lower their recently leveled weapons, and Chaplin marches right out of there. Straw advises Kendal that he still has a lot to live for. "Don't tie it all to a man with nothing to lose." Hey, at least Chaplin still has his Shakespeare.