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Sir.

Good to see you,
Lieutenant. Let's go on in.

Oh, my God.

Ma'am, are you all right?

Where did he come from?

I didn't even see him.

Ma'am, are you
injured in any way?

No. I don't think so.

Do you have a cell phone?

Yes.

Get out of the car

and dial 9-1-1.

Okay.

Oh, my leg.

You may have a
severed artery, Sergeant.

Can you help me, sir?

Is he okay?

Sir,

I want you to put
your hands here.

All right, Sergeant, I'm
going to unlace your boots.

Nothing.

Sergeant, I'm going to have

to apply a tourniquet.

You want to use my tie?

No. Just keep the pressure on.

Do you have a pen?

Yeah.

Hang on to it.

Okay.

All right, this is gonna hurt.

Now the bleeding stopped.

They're minutes away.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Petty Officer
Dill? Nice job, son,

but when you're done with this

you're going to have
to come with me.

Colonel, can we talk?

Talk.

If you and I can
decide on a deal,

we can end this now.

Let me think about it.

Hey, I'm doing you a favor here.

I'm the one holding the cards.

Your client impersonated
an officer, Commander.

And then saved a man's life.

Which you haven't
failed to mention

at every juncture of this trial.

Makes me proud of all of you.

Anyway, I wanted
to go over the details

of our first ever
charity Jagathon.

The response has been excellent.

We have over 30 entrants

in tomorrow's
ten kilometer race.

We have raised over $9,000
for the Pentagon Victim's Fund.

Lieutenant Sims, our coordinator
and creator of the event,

will now give you
the rest of the details.

Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

First of all, the sign-in
will be at the south end

of Carter Park at 1100.

We'll have water stations
all over for you guys.

Uh, I have a master-at-arms

and a corpsman for security
and any medical emergencies.

The first and only prize, as
I'm sure you are all aware,

is highest rank
privilege for a whole day.

Okay, and don't forget females

get a three minute
head start, so go, ladies.

Sir, I'd like to go on record

saying I consider that unfair,
and frankly, unnecessary.

Lieutenant Sims,

can Lieutenant Singer
start with the men?

If she prefers to, sir.

So be it.

Admiral, in that case, I would
like to start with the ladies.

Ladies, take your marks.

I now pronounce the
Jagathon officially underway.

When was the last time
you ran this distance, Gunny?

Marines run all the time, Tiner.

Yeah, but you're
a desk jockey now.

Are you questioning my fitness?

No. Just curious.

Huh.

I don't know. Six weeks.

What about you?

Oh, yesterday.

Maybe you better
consider pacing yourself.

I'm not worried.

That's the jarhead
in you talking.

I'd take it easy.

And I'd take your sorry
squid tactics out of my face.

I think what you're
doing is really cool.

I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, sweetheart.

I'm glad you said that

'cause I need a little
something from you.

Anything.

I want you to have fun
in the race tomorrow.

I haven't entered.

Yes, you have.

On your marks, get set...

The petty officer's heroics
are a significant factor, Colonel.

Not in terms of his guilt.

Now all you have to do

is convince the
members of that, huh?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, uh, did you scope out

the track yet?

I haven't signed up.

The academy's top
middle-distance runner.

Why not?

It didn't feel right.

I already made a contribution
to Lieutenant Sims.

Well, Sturgis, there's no one

in this race who can touch you.

I think the winner
should be someone

who's been here
for a while, huh?

Excuse me.

I am available to
talk further, Colonel.

Sounds like someone

who's looking to make a deal.

His client saved a life while
impersonating an officer.

It's been a challenge
trying to stay on point.

The commander turns
everything into a forum

on the petty officer's good deed

and why he should
have been accepted

to OCS in the first place.

Smart.

Yeah, if you were me?

Offer that the adjudged
confinement be suspended

so long as the accused takes
his bad conduct discharge

packs up and leaves.

You think the
commander will go for it?

I would.

Um...

Good luck.

Oh, Harm?

Maybe we can

find a time to sit
down and talk.

When?

Um...

when it happens.

Oh.

All right.

Hey, uh...

I hope you do well tomorrow.

Yeah, same to you.

Um, are you feeling
like you're ready?

Hey, with Sturgis
out of the way,

I have no competition.

Commander, what are
you doing in last place?

Kicking myself.

It'll look bad if you
don't participate

in a race that I organized.

It's too long.

I just can't handle
the distance.

You've been jogging
with Commander Turner.

Yeah, but I go a couple miles

and he has to go get
his car and pick me up.

Jogging has been
so good for you, Bud.

You're losing weight.

You can go at your own pace.

Well, I didn't get any pledges.

I got some for you.

Okay, look,
Harriet, the point is

is that I'll be out there
with my colleagues;

people that I see every day.

No one's a professional, Bud.

They'll all be starting in
the same position you are.

But I'm afraid that I'm
going to embarrass myself.

Well, then don't
do it for yourself.

Do it for me.

Why?

Because I have
more faith in you.

You know what I'm going to
do with my first place prize?

I'm going to grant
everyone in JAG Ops

highest rank for an hour.

Won't work, Tiner.

Why not?

Once you to get to
Lieutenant Singer,

she'll countermand
your previous order

and make herself JAG forever.

What I'm going to do...

Don't look at me
like that, Tiner.

I have as much of a
chance of winning as you.

I didn't say anything.

You two look like
you're glued together.

Here you go, guys.

Me, neither, ma'am.

I'm ready to talk, Commander.

I'm sorry, Colonel,
but I'm off the case.

At least for the next 24 hours.

What happened?

Another client of mine
escaped custody this morning,

was apprehended and is
being arraigned in 40 minutes.

You can't ask for a continuance?

No. Colonel Blakely
claims it'll push his schedule.

My new co-counsel
is taking the lead.

You'll have to make
your deal with him.

Why were you
turned down for OCS?

A previous psychological
evaluation, sir.

The doctor reported
I was confused.

Did he give you a reason?

That's never been
made clear to me, sir.

So why did you do it?

I was frustrated, sir.

I wanted so badly to
wear an officer's uniform

I went out and bought one.

Well, what did you expect
to accomplish by doing this?

I wanted to prove

that I was right
about myself, sir.

Even if others disagreed.

The blues that I bought,
sir, fit like a glove.

It was like a sign.

Do you wish to continue
your career in the navy?

Absolutely, sir.

I know I can contribute.

Well, Petty Officer Dill,

with your consent, I'd
like to take a run at it.

You got it, sir!

This feels right to me.

Why is that?

I like you energy, sir.

It's centered.

On your left.

Try and stay

in one place, Lieutenant.

Save yourself.

Your wasting it on me.

I consider that an insult, sir.

You're doing great, sir.

Am I far behind?

Oh, very much so, sir.

This is a very
interesting case, Mac.

Let's deal.

He wants to stay in the navy.

Absolutely not.

Well, I'm going to have
to go with him on this one.

What?!

I like the kid. I'll
see you in court.

Well, not only are
you contradicting

what you told me earlier,

you're using my doubts
about this case against me.

Hey, I have the right to
change my mind, Mac.

The moment I don't think

you can overcome your doubts,

I'll suggest you hand
in those oak leaves.

Commander, are you aware

that your substitute
counsel is unwilling to deal?

Yes, Colonel.

He talked me into it.

You're not going

to hold this against me.

Yes.

What are you going
to do, not talk to me?

No. I'm going to beat
you in the race tomorrow.

Mac.

You don't think I can.

Not without a shortcut.

Hmm.

Look, I want you to do well,

but reach for
something attainable.

This is attainable. I have
three minutes on you.

Hey, you could have
six minutes on me

and you wouldn't beat me.

Fine. I'll take it.

Interested in placing a
bet on tomorrow's race?

Are you a bookie now?

Oh, loosen up, Lieutenant.

What kind of bet?

You know, five, $10.

You do realize
this is for charity.

I'll take that response as a no.

In light of what's going on

in the world today, Lieutenant,

don't you think this is
a little bit... frivolous?

No, in fact, I
think the opposite.

We could all use a little
relief from the tension,

especially those of us charged
with defending our country.

Lieutenant, you're
defending a corporal

who's been accused of
stealing a motor scooter.

You know what I mean.

Okay, look, go ahead and
do whatever you're going to do

'cause you never
listen to me anyway.

You having a bad day?

I promised Harriet that I'd
run in the race tomorrow.

So?

Obviously you've
never seen me run.

Then walk.

The pot is now up to $176.

Now don't forget,
money can be wagered

on more than just first place.

You can bet on anyone...
Including yourself...

To win, place, show, finish
dead last, or not finish at all.

Hmm, did you bet on
yourself, Lieutenant?

What do you think, Gunny?

Fifth.

Let it never be said

you suffer from a lack
of confidence, ma'am.

Which is a subtle way
of saying I overreach?

No, I actually haven't, uh,

done that much
thinking about it, ma'am.

Maybe you will when I
greet you at the finish line.

Whatever, ma'am.

Any last bets?

No? Okay, window's closed.

Good luck.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Could you look in your book

and tell me how much
money is on me to win?

As I recall, Tiner... none.

None?

I don't understand, ma'am.

I used to run cross-
country in high school.

Why isn't anyone betting on me?

Hi. Watch out!

Sorry.

Where the devil
were you looking?

See you at the
finish line, Tiner!

Admiral?

I just got off the phone with
the SECNAV's yeoman, sir.

SECNAV's niece is a
pre-law student at Georgetown

and he thought she would enjoy

a tour of our offices.

Did he?

Sir, I told him I'd have
to check with you first.

But he's expecting
it to happen anyway.

Yes, sir.

All right, set it up.

You take care of it.

I'll shake her hand

and exchange exactly
one minute of pleasantries.

Aye, sir.

Then put her
someplace, out of the way.

Understood, sir.

Who was it last year,
his brother-in-law?

Yes, sir, the television writer.

Was he the one that kept
asking me if I'd killed anyone?

You showed great restraint, sir.

Let's hope I can maintain it.

What the hell is this?

It's a call, sir.

Are you out of your mind?

Well, no, sir, you asked
me to hold it for you.

I didn't tell you to
harass me with it.

I'm in a race here.

Yes, sir, but... Take a message.

Um...

Hey, uh, good luck in court.

Hey, you, too. You, too.

Listen...

about before...

What do you mean?

This thing with Mac and I.

We're just in a
weird place right now,

so don't let it
bother you, all right?

Okay.

It's bothering you.

I don't even know what
you're talking about.

Well, you were
sensing something.

Tension.

There you go.

I don't know anything
about your relationship.

Doesn't mean anything to me.

Right.

Just don't assume
anything, all right?

Like what?

Like nothing.

Whatever you're thinking,
you're probably wrong.

If you say so, buddy.

'Cause Mac and
I are just friends.

Now, I didn't say you weren't.

I know. Is there some
reason to believe otherwise?

No. 'Cause you seem
to be suggesting...

I'm not suggesting anything.

Were you ever a couple?

No.

Did it come up?

Harm, are you involved with her?

I'm not.

You sure?

Look, anyone who has
ever been involved with Mac

is either dead or
feels like they are.

Excuse me.

Hey...

Please.

How's it going, Colonel?

What?

I... I'm sorry, sir.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah, everything's fine.

Good.

Uh...

Carry on. Thanks...

You'll never make it.

I don't have time
for this, Tiner.

We'll deal with it tomorrow.

It's over, Gunny.

Dinner at Orsino's says
you don't finish, Tiner.

Bottle of scotch says you drop.

One thing's for sure,

neither of you is going to win.

Commander Gilfry, are
you a navy psychiatrist?

I am.

Was Petty Officer Dill a
patient of yours in 1999?

Yes, he was.

MacKENZIE: What was
the reason for these visits?

His C.O. at the time
made the recommendation.

He claimed the petty officer

was fabricating stories
about his accomplishments.

What did you determine?

I noted some
identity dysfunction.

Were you surprised when
you later heard the petty officer

had been caught
impersonating a navy lieutenant?

No, it was consistent
with my evaluation.

What do you believe is
responsible for this behavior?

Objection.

Your Honor, this is getting

into psychiatrist-patient
privilege.

Your Honor, that
privilege only applies

to confidential communication
made after November 1, 1999

when Rule 513 came into effect.

She's right,
Counselor. Overruled.

Answer the question, Commander.

Petty Officer Dill
is likely reacting

to what happened in his youth.

He indicated he wasn't
respected as a child

and forced to take
on inferior roles.

He was subjected to
verbal abuse and criticism,

and because he was
never encouraged,

he felt unworthy.

Did this have an effect
on his development?

As an adult, his
personality appears

to have remained immature
and prone to fantasy.

MacKENZIE: So, was
putting on the uniform

a way for Petty Officer Dill
to embrace another reality?

Yes, I believe so.

Thank you. No more questions.

Commander, I pulled this
article off the Internet an hour ago.

Did you write it?

Yes, it's a contribution

to a behavioral
psychology Web site.

Uh, please, read
the title for us.

"Compensating
Grandiosity in the Year 2000:

A Clinical Evaluation."

What does that mean?

It's the terminology
used to describe

the behavior I attributed
to Petty Officer Dill.

Are you an expert
on the subject?

I certainly know about it.

Do you encounter
this condition often?

Often enough.

Oh. The article is based
on 32 case studies.

In a year, on
average, Commander,

how many patients do you see?

A few hundred.

32 out of a few hundred.

That's a pretty high
percentage, isn't it?

I suppose.

Do you have a
referral system set up?

Some way to attract these
cases from other psychiatrists?

No.

Oh, just lucky, then, I guess.

Objection.

Sustained.

Is there anything about
the navy, Commander,

that encourages
this type of condition?

Nothing that comes to mind.

Commander, the reason you
see so many of these cases

is because you're looking
for them... isn't that true?

No. And the condition
keeps appearing

because it's in your best
interest for it to do so.

Objection.

The commander's already
answered the question.

Sustained. Don't
push it, Commander.

Are you sure you want to
push yourself like this, sir?

Yes.

You're looking a
little flushed, sir.

Not concerned.

Well, I don't want to
see you hurt yourself, sir.

Can I... Can I get you
anything? Water? Anything?

You can do me a
favor, Lieutenant.

Listen, I realize we're
having a bad day.

I've known you to
reach before, Harm,

but that tactic was way
below your standards.

Well, you forgot effective.

It's a cheap way of obscuring
your client's problem.

My client's problem is he
was reacting to rejection

from someone who should've
been a little more open-minded.

Now, if you only believed that.

I do believe it.

You've betrayed and offended me,

why not insult my intelligence?

I think he deserves
a second chance.

Listen...

what I said earlier
about your exes...

Harm, I don't want to
talk about that right now.

Would you accept an apology?

Fine.

Okay, uh, this
thing about the race.

Can we also agree not to
make a big deal out of that?

Not even with your handicap?

I don't care about the handicap.

Oh, you're holding to it?

I made the statement.

Do I sense goodwill here?

Mac, winning isn't
important to me tomorrow.

Mac, I don't want to
compete with you anymore.

Colonel?

Uh, Commander Rabb
has a message for you.

He says, "Enjoy your lead

because it won't be long
before you're eating his dust."

Harriet...

I have my pledge
sheet for the race

and I signed it.

Thank you.

You're running
tomorrow, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I'm pleasantly surprised.

We have my wife
to thank for that, sir.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Uh, you'll be fine.

Let me give you a pointer.

Don't give in to
your body too early.

You're going to
have to push through

the initial point of exhaustion.

There's more than one, sir?

Well, what I mean...

Look, sir, the truth is,

I'm going to do everything
I can to try and finish.

It's okay, Bud.

Well, hold on, Lieutenant,

I think it's important he
keep his expectations high.

It's only six miles.

With all due respect, sir,

there's no reason
for him to push.

It's only a race.

You're right. You're right.

My apologies. Good
luck, Lieutenant.

Just do the best you can, Bud.

What are you
doing still running?

You're supposed to
have dropped out by now.

What are you talking about?

Everybody agreed

that your not finishing the race

was the safest bet on the table.

What do you mean by "everyone"?

Uh... forget I
even mentioned it.

Would you state your name,
rank, and duty station, please?

Ramsey Dill, Petty
Officer Second Class,

stationed aboard
the USS Gainesville.

Has this ever been a point of
confusion to you, Petty Officer?

No, sir.

Your C.O. says you lied to him
about your accomplishments.

Is that true, Petty Officer?

It is not, sir.

What did you tell him?

That I was a
congressional intern

and a junior circuit
tennis player.

And why do you think
he disbelieved you?

Because of my background.

What is your background?

I was one of six raised

in a tough
neighborhood of Detroit.

My mother, she didn't work,

my father was in
and out of prison.

Did you discuss any of
this with Commander Gilfry?

Yes, sir. Were you asked

how you obtained your
college degree, Petty Officer?

No, sir.

Please, tell us.

Objection, relevance.

It goes to character,
Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

I went to school at night, sir.

For how long?

Over a seven-year period.

Did anyone else in your family

go beyond secondary education?

I'm the only one, sir.

How did you do
it, Petty Officer?

Those are
considerable handicaps.

Through faith, sir.

Faith.

Did you have a
momentary lapse in faith

the night of September 23?

Yes, sir, I'm afraid I did.

Did you purchase

a navy lieutenant's uniform

from a surplus
store and put it on?

I did, sir.

Why?

The simple answer, sir

is that I was angry about
being rejected for OCS.

Thank you.

But I think there was
something bigger at work, sir.

I wouldn't have been
there to save that man's life

if I hadn't been wearing
an officer's uniform.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Petty Officer Dill, are you
saying you were guided

the evening you
impersonated an officer?

In a sense, ma'am.

By whom, God?

I don't know, ma'am.

Did you hear a voice?

No, ma'am, this
is in retrospect.

So that makes
what you did right?

Objection, Your Honor.

The petty officer has already

made his understanding
on this matter clear.

Overruled.

I'm not saying that
what I did was right, but...

it did turn out to
be a good thing.

Would you do it again?

No, ma'am. I realize...

Even if you were being guided?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On what I was being asked to do.

No more questions.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Petty Officer,

did God tell you to put
on that officer's uniform?

No, sir.

Did you put it on

because you believed
you were officer material?

Yes, sir.

Thank you. No further questions.

Let's be someone
else for a moment.

Imagine a childhood filled
with hardship and pain.

You see the navy as a way
to better your station in life.

You muster

the initiative to get
a college degree

in your spare time.

You seek the opportunity

to lead... to influence

other young people
with similar handicaps.

But you are summarily rejected

for reasons you
don't understand.

One night...

you see a uniform in
a surplus store window,

and you think

"Was I so wrong about myself?

If I were to put this on,
would it not feel right?"

And, in a moment
of intense curiosity,

you buy it, you put it on

and it fills you with purpose.

You realize, in fastening
that last brass button

that this simple
dress blue jacket

with the stripes on the sleeves

is the absolute
fulfillment of your destiny.

You feel so serene, so confident

that when you go out that night

and see a fellow serviceman
imperiled, you rush to his aid

embodying the
mantle of officerhood

to which you so deeply aspire.

You assess the
scene, initiate action

and remedy the situation.

Now what do you
think of yourself?

Are you a criminal...

or do you represent everything
you've always believed

you could be?

You wanted to see me, sir?

Close the door.

Have a seat, Commander.

This is personal,

so I trust you'll keep this
conversation to yourself.

Of course, sir.

As a matter of principle

I try not to pry

into the personal
lives of my people.

Understood, sir.

But, uh...

given recent events,

I have some concerns
about the colonel.

I was wondering if you
might have some insights.

What sort of concerns, sir?

Well, she seems upset.

Today, in particular, Admiral?

Yes. Well, Admiral,

that might have
something to do with me

uh, not agreeing
to settle on a case.

Well, I get

a sense of hurt...

Well, that, uh, that
may also, uh, have to do

with an indiscreet
comment I made, sir.

And anger?

We were discussing the
Jagathon, Admiral, and...

You're responsible for this?

It's one of those days, I guess.

I, uh, I seem to be
pushing her buttons.

Commander, can
you stop doing that?

I am trying, Admiral.

And why the hell

are you arguing about a race?

Mac thinks that I am not
treating her participation

in this race with
enough respect.

And, uh... as a result

I have agreed to grant
her... And I guess the rest

of the field...

An additional
three-minute handicap.

Why wouldn't you respect her?

She's not a runner, Admiral.

She jogs.

Says who?

I'm sorry?

Well, since her return,

the colonel and I have
been running together

three mornings a week.

We've been training
for tomorrow's race.

Commander! Sir?

Ease up! You're
breathing too hard.

You look flushed!

I'm fine, sir.

You've been training.

You don't knock?

You played me.

And you condescended to me.

I was operating under
an incorrect assumption.

Instead of asking questions.

You should have told me.

You want your
three minutes back?

No.

Then I'll see you on race day.

Huh.

About the SECNAV's
niece, Admiral.

She's in your hands, Tiner.

Apparently not, sir.

Excuse me, Admiral.

I've been told the SECNAV

prefers you escort her

around JAG, sir.

Was this a request or a demand?

Sir, I was given her phone
number and available dates.

Call his yeoman
back and tell him...

And you can quote me...

That we are too damn
busy to hold the hand

of some mollycoddled schoolgirl.

If she is genuinely interested

in military law, I
suggest that she enlist.

Yes, sir.

Would Monday or Tuesday
of next week work, sir?

Tuesday.

Reschedule my morning
appointments, cancel my lunch.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Didn't you hear me earlier?

Sir, it's beyond my control.

Who the hell is this?

Loud and clear, Mr. Secretary.

She's where?!

Sir, we set this
up for Tuesday...

There's no one
in the office today.

Yes, sir, we'll-we'll
consider it our mistake.

Yes, sir, I'll call the, uh,
I'll call the, uh, guard gate.

I'll authorize
them to let her in.

I should be there
in, uh, 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Good-bye,
Mr. Secretary.

Where are you going, sir?

To hell in a handbasket.

Mac!

Commander Rabb!

I need you to stop, sir.

Sir! What are you
doing?! Get out of my way!

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry, sir, but
more than one person

has expressed concern
about your physical condition.

The corpsman needs to determine

if you can continue
the race, sir.

Commander, will you
please read your decision.

Signalman Second
Class Ramsey Dill,

United States Navy,

on the charge and specification
of impersonating an officer

this court-martial
finds you guilty.

Will the senior member
please read the sentence.

This court sentences
you to no punishment.

We are adjourned.

Thank you so much, sir.

You're welcome, Petty Officer.

You realize that this incident
will always be on your record.

I understand, sir,

but some real good
did come out of this.

I now know what I
want to do with my life.

What's that?

I've decided to go
into medicine, sir.

Well, from what I've observed,
you're up to the challenge.

I appreciate the
support, Commander.

I don't need to be
examined; I feel fine.

You look flushed, sir.

I just ran five miles.

Lieutenant, I am not happy!

Sir, it'll only take a second.

The corpsman just
needs to check your vitals.

"Admiral, I had a lunch
date with my mother.

"Couldn't wait any longer.

"Tried to call you
on your cell phone,

but whoever answered
didn't speak English."

You should've seen
the members' faces.

I mean, there was no way

they were going to
punish the petty officer.

In retrospect, I wish I'd
downplayed the confession aspect.

I might even have walked
away with a not guilty verdict.

Ah, what turned them around?

The oldest trick in the book:

characterize the
accused as one of them

and then ask them to forgive
themselves for being human.

I saw your face, Colonel.

You were sold.

Rhetoric aside, you
believe Petty Officer Dill is

as deluded and confused as I do.

You just can't handle
the idea of not winning.

Oh, and you were trying to lose?

Admit it... you
enjoyed the challenge

so you rose to the occasion.

Is something wrong, Commander?

No, I'm sorry, but do you
two always get this personal?

No. Yes.

Or is it me?

No. Yes.

This is clearly none
of my business,

but I'm feeling you
might want to deal with it.

Deal with what?

Whatever's going on here.

What do you think that is?

I'm not sure.

He doesn't know anything.

Is there something to know?

Because when I
asked you last time,

you wouldn't answer me.

What are you expecting to hear?

Are you two involved
with each other?

That's what this is about?

You think that Harm
would cheat on Renee?

Well, I'm talking
about since they split.

You split?

What I'm trying to say is...

This is none of my business.

Yeah, I think I better go.

Colonel...

Colonel, I apologize if I
stepped in something...

I, I could've said that better.

I...

Why are you so interested
in my relationship with Harm?

It interests me only
in how it affects me.

It has nothing to do with you.

Then why I am caught
in the middle of it?

It's like a giant vacuum

that sucks everything
into its path.

Maybe the solution
is to stop questioning it

and trust that Harm and I
can work out our differences

to everyone's satisfaction.

Well, you see,
that's the problem.

You're working it out
in a space that I occupy.

I don't see anyone
else complaining.

I guess they're used to it.

Then get used to
it. Why should I?

Because we're all human here.

We get upset at each
other from time to time.

But this time, Colonel, it
became unprofessional.

It's almost like something
you'd see on a soap opera.

Oh, you mean, about like
arguing about personal issues

in public, with a
coworker, Commander?

Point made.

Then allow me to
make another one.

It's unfair of you to
accuse us of being intrusive

when you're doing the same thing

with Lieutenant Roberts.

What do you mean?

I know that you pushed
him into jogging with you.

He's out of shape.

And did you address that
because it offended you?

No.

I thought I could help him.

Then maybe you can help us, too

by being more understanding
and less judgmental.

I'm sorry, sir, when I requested
a corpsman, I just assumed...

What were you doing?

Hanging around sick
bay answering phones?

I feel like I've
let you down, sir.

This is not good, Petty Officer.

I'm going to talk to your C.O.

Well, sir... at least let me
take your blood pressure...

Sergeant, get him out of here!

Lieutenant, are you taking
bets on the Jagathon?

Yes. It's not a secret.

In fact, I'm surprised
you just found out.

That troubles me, Lieutenant.

We're not doing it on
government property.

And besides, I think it adds
color to the proceedings.

You mean green.

Yeah, just like our pledges.

Only in this case, it
allows us to have some fun.

I think you're having fun

stepping on my
event, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Would you feel better
if I asked the winner

to donate his or her take
to the Pentagon Fund?

I would feel better if you
would stop kicking everybody

on your way to the top.

We would all have fewer bruises

and you would be less alone.

Do you need some
help, Lieutenant?

No.

All right.

Commander...

I don't want to talk
about it right now.

Well, ever?

Now's not a good time.

And grab a toothbrush,
'cause I when I win,

you'll be scrubbing
every head in the facility.

Well, I'm glad you're not
feeling competitive, Gunny.

You bring it out in me, Tiner.

Don't look so glum, Bud.

Oh, you'll be lucky if
I finish by sundown.

When you do finish,
I'll be right there for you.

Give me two seconds.

Enter.

Admiral there's...

Have a seat, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Admiral, I'm having
some trouble fitting in here,

and I was wondering

if you had any
thoughts on the matter.

Yes. You're delusional.

Next matter.

With all due respect, sir,

I get the distinct feeling

I'm not loose
enough for this office.

This is by no means a criticism.

I do consider this to
be my own problem, sir.

Commander, do, um,
you insult your colleagues?

Uh, no, sir.

Do you become peevish or private
when questioned by a superior?

Not generally, sir.

Are you able to do your job
without dragging my six into it?

So far, sir, yes.

Then you are a profoundly
welcomed addition

to JAG, Commander.

I thank you for
the support, sir,

but that still
doesn't completely

address my problem.

Well, then your
"problem," Commander,

is that you haven't
chosen to recognize

what rest of us
find very obvious:

that you're already
an accepted member

of this family,

and I expect you to
contribute here for some time.

Longer, uh...
probably, than myself.

Isn't this the way
it used to be?

Uh-huh.

Huh?

Can you live with that?

As long as I win.

Lieutenant, I'm glad I
caught you before you left.

Is this about your case, sir?

Eh, the Jagathon.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir,

if you'd like to place a wager,

you'll have to do that
with Lieutenant Singer.

I'm not interested in betting.

I want to enter.

Why didn't you tell
me about Renee?

Well, I don't know, Mac.

It occurred too late
for it to mean anything.

In English, please?

I couldn't.

She broke up with you?

It's been over for a while.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Sorry I... sorry I
couldn't tell you.

Were you afraid
you'd look foolish?

Maybe. I don't know.

I don't know why we couldn't
work things out with us, Harm.

So where does that leave us?

I don't know, Mac,
at the end, I guess.

How about back at the beginning?

I am so sorry, you guys.

I wanted to be here,

but I had to take care
of Gunny and Tiner.

What happened?

Gunny pulled a muscle

and Tiner bruised a rib.

They didn't finish the race?

No.

What?

Well, they both
won their bet then.

Well, what happened
with you guys?

Who beat who?

It was a tie. It was a tie.

Oh...

Well, then I guess you
both can share second place.

Congratulations.

When did you finish?

Four minutes ago.

Uh, Lieutenant Sims informs me

that I can start my highest
rank privilege anytime I choose.

That's great.

I, uh, choose now

and, being your superior

I have a... I have an
order for both of you.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Well, pretty tired of
this, huh, Commander...

Me dropping out and
you coming to pick me up?

Why are you dropping out?

I'm just doing what
everybody expected.

Nobody expected
you to quit, Bud.

Well, then why did
you bet that I would?

Who told you that?

You haven't been talking to
Lieutenant Singer, have you?

Kill me now.

Sweetie, I'm sorry.

I'm tired...

What can I say?

Say you'll meet me
at the finish line, Bud.

Say hello to your
encouragement, Bud.

Hello, encouragement.

Let's go!