The traffic in Rhode Island clams must be getting intense. First, possessive quahogger Mitty Navel, trying to put a little scare into a diver who's invaded his waters, blows out the interloper's eardrums with a stick of dynamite; then somebody-- not Mitty--steals into Ocean State Hospital to finish the poor diver off. What's the big deal all of a sudden? Enter Channel Three reporter Michael Carolina, who can barely snatch a minute from his reflexive keyhole-peeping (promoting an interview with the local law and the ATF; sneaking into the hospital to interview the wounded diver; making time with an attractive agent from the Department of Environmental Management who just might be a useful source) to wonder whether this ado has anything to do with HMS Gaspee, sunk in Cranston harbor even before the Boston Tea Party, and the upcoming Gaspee Days parade; why a local realtor who's been buying up waterfront property doesn't seem to have any listings to show; and what local mobster Jimmy Flannery's interest is in all this. Flannery and his goons try hard, but they're no substitute for the barrel of monkeys who seemed to be running Rhode Island in Carolina's first two cases (Rogue's Justice, 1996, etc.), though there's a fine, overgalvanized finale featuring a novice Channel Three weatherbimbo rescued from a giant clam by a seriously deranged savior. The most subdued of Carolina's three riotous adventures. By the fade-out, though, you'll know why the license plates call it the Ocean State.