All language subtitles for JAG S07E09 Dog Robber (1).eng

We are 30 seconds out.

TACO, turn on the NPD.

Gear switched on.

We are 20 seconds from on top.

Electronic camera on, sir.

Here she comes.

She's hot.

TACO, initiate report to FICPAC.

Deep Sea,

this is Birmingham 5-3-1.

Confirm nuclear weapons
onboard Chinese cruiser.

Hull number 1-5-8.

Photographs to follow.

Deep Sea, this is
Birmingham 5-3-1.

Unidentified bogies approaching
from the west at high speed.

Going to full power.
Turning 0-9-0.

They're coming straight at us.

He's too close.

Damn!

This is Birmingham 5-3-1.

We've been rammed
by a Chinese MiG.

We are experiencing
severe flight control problems.

Unable to maintain altitude.

After the incident,
the EP-3 landed safely

at Fuzhou Airbase.

The Chinese government claims

that for the second
time in seven months

an American
surveillance aircraft,

like the one behind
me here outside Seattle,

has violated their airspace.

The aircraft collided
with a Chinese MiG

over the Straits of Taiwan

and was forced to
land at Fuzhou Airbase.

The crew of the damaged
EP-3 has been detained.

The Chinese authorities
are still searching

for their missing pilot,
Lieutenant Kwan Li,

who is believed lost at sea.

Admiral, SECNAV's on line two.

Yes, Mr. Secretary?

Admiral...

you've heard that the
Chinese have done it again?

Yes, sir.

It's a damn shame.

Yes, sir, it is.

Same MO, same results, Admiral.

It's déjà vu all over again.

We have every right to find out

if the Chinese have
nuclear weapons

that close to Taiwan.

Sir, how badly has our
intelligence been compromised?

It depends on how much
time between the incident

and the time the Chinese
came aboard the plane.

How do we find that out?

A.J., I need a favor.

Yeah, I understand the wives

of the enlisted men
are pretty upset.

Upset? They threatened

to burn down the base exchange.

How'd that book end
up there in the first place?

It got in under the radar.

You know, Sturgis,
removing a book

from base exchange
is censorship.

Wait, wait a minute.

Let me read you just one passage

from this idiotic tome.

Look, here.

"The height of
a navy wife's hair

"stands in inverse
proportion to her intellect.

"The higher the hair,

the dumber the
sailor's wife." Huh?

Look, I don't like this
crap any more than you do.

But if the base exchange
can sell Playboy,

it can sell Big-Haired
Women of the Seventh Fleet.

At least that's what
the author is claiming.

That woman would do
anything to sell a book.

You know, this
damn thing doesn't fit.

Let me see it.

I think it's from a '70.

No, let me see it.

How'd you do that?

See, I have a soft touch.

You... you push too damn hard.

So, when are you going to call
Congresswoman Latham anyway?

I'll get to it in my own time.

Why do you keep
forcing her on me?

Because a guy like
you needs a woman.

Yeah, we all need a woman.

But why her, and
what's the hurry?

Well, the sooner you
get with somebody,

the sooner you'll lighten up.

From what I've seen
of Bobbi Latham...

And, uh, I kind of
like what I've seen...

I don't think she
takes direction

any better than you do.

Rabb.

Oh, good morning, Admiral.

SECNAV?

Aye, sir, I'll get
on it right away.

You're using your
wrists too much, sir.

You need to lock your wrists

and swing with the shoulders.

So, when the hell did
you become a golf pro?

And don't "sir" me. I'm retired.

Good to see you, Harm.

You, too, Admiral.

Grab a cold one?

I'm on duty, sir.

That's what brings
you here, duty?

Secretary of the
Navy has asked me,

as an old family friend,
to speak with you, sir.

Why doesn't he just pick
up the damn phone himself?

Admiral, I think he's afraid

you'll turn him down.

Well, that's bull.

I-I have nothing
against him personally.

He did try to send
you to Leavenworth.

Well, except that.

What's the Secretary want?

You, Admiral.

I'm retired.

Yes, sir, there are
indications of that.

What the hell is
this thing anyway?

Well, I was told to get a hobby,

so I thought I'd take up golf.

You got a better idea?

The SECNAV would like you
to return to active duty, Admiral.

Harm, I had to fight
like hell to get approved

to teach a course
at the academy.

There's no way the
senate's going to confirm me

in a three-star command,
not with my record.

Well, Admiral, that's not
what the SECNAV has in mind.

He would like you to
be his personal assistant

and troubleshooter.

Well, I don't take dictation.

You'd still have your
two stars, Admiral,

and you'd act on
behalf of the SECNAV

when he can't rely on
his regular channels.

So I'd be his dog robber?

"Dog robber," sir?

You never heard that, Rabb?

It's an old military
term for an officer's aide

who has the ability
to get things done.

Usually off the
record, under the radar.

Well, it'd beat the hell
out of miniature golf, sir.

Hey, that is not a child's toy.

I paid good money for that.

I think they saw
you coming, sir.

You know, if you'd have
come to me three months ago,

I'd have turned you down flat.

But a lot has changed
since September 11.

The country needs you, sir.

There are ongoing negotiations

at the highest levels

between the Chinese and
the American governments

for the return of the
aircraft and its crew.

Has anyone reminded the
Chinese that this is an act of war?

There are questions
about how the aircraft

got into Chinese hands, Admiral.

They claim they acted only
in response to our actions.

There have been reports, sir,

of the Chinese
harassing our pilots

in international airspace.

If the midair collision
is a result of that,

it could be considered
an act of aggression, sir.

So, who knows the truth?

The crew aboard the aircraft.

So far, no American
has been allowed

to speak directly with them.

Where are they
now, Mr. Secretary?

Confined to barracks at Fuzhou.

Sir, what's the United
States' response to this?

It's a delicate
diplomatic matter.

Right now we need
the Chinese to help

in the war against terrorism.

I want Commander Rabb assigned

to my staff T-A-D.

For how long?

For as long as it takes

the commander and Admiral Boone

to get to China and
bring our people back.

There's a C-20 leaving
from Andrews in an hour.

At Kadena Airbase, Okinawa,

you'll transfer to a COD

which will fly you out to
the USS Thomas Jefferson.

Captain Hubbard is
expecting you onboard.

What then, sir?

You and the
admiral will be flown

to the Chinese airbase at
Fuzhou, where you will confer

with a General Shin-Wa Chen.

He has agreed to meet

with an American
military delegation

only if it's led by
Admiral Boone,

whom he knows personally.

You will speak of
this mission to no one.

Lieutenants Harrison and Quincy,

you have diplomatic
clearance to land at Fuzhou.

You will drop off Admiral
Boone and Commander Rabb.

Do not, under any circumstances,

allow Chinese personnel
to board the aircraft.

Don't even shut
down the engines.

Return immediately.

Just one change, Captain.

I'll be sitting
in the left seat.

Admiral, when was the
last time you flew a COD?

I've stayed current.

Well, with all
due respect, sir...

Ray...

don't make me pull rank.

Yes, sir.

As you wish.

Lieutenant Barrett

and Lieutenant Crawford,
you will escort the COD

until you are relieved
by Chinese MiGs.

What are the rules
of engagement, sir?

Do not fire unless fired upon,

unless, in your judgment,
attack is imminent.

Do not cross into
Chinese airspace.

And do not offer any
other provocation.

Yes, sir.

That is all.

Carry on.

Let's go draw some
flight gear, Commander.

Aye, sir.

Excuse me, Admiral?

Nice to see you again, sir.

Where do I know
you from, Lieutenant?

The Seahawk, sir.

I was a nugget during
your last tour as CAG.

Lieutenant Carl Barrett.

What kind of marks
did I give you?

Well, sir, you weren't
any harder on me

than you needed to be.

That bad, huh?

Did you ever fly
with the admiral, sir?

A few times.

The commander
here saved my life.

Well, I guess you've
got it made, sir.

Well, the admiral's no harder
on me than he needs to be.

Lieutenant.

Good evening, sir.

People are looking for you.

Hopefully they'll find
me in Camp Lejeune, sir.

I'm requesting orders
back to a force recon unit.

But I'll need your
endorsement, sir.

"Second
Reconnaissance Battalion."

Yes, sir, they need
a company gunny.

And I need to be
back in the fleet

where the action is.

You know, Gunny, I
only have one regret.

What's that, sir?

I'm not going with you.

You've done an
outstanding job here.

That door will always be open.

Thank you, Admiral.

Be safe, Victor.

Not until we're all safe, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

♪ ♪

Fuzhou Control, this is the
United States Navy C-Two

Birmingham 2-5.

We are at 10,000 feet,
20 miles off your coast.

Request permission to land.

United States Birmingham 2-5.

You are cleared for
landing, runway 3-4.

Wind is north by
northwest, ten knots.

Roger, Fuzhou Control.

Stonewall, this is Greyhound.

We are entering
Chinese airspace.

Roger, Greyhound.

Breaking off and
returning to the ship.

Good luck and Godspeed.

Here comes our Chinese escort.

Stop. Stop here.

Thank you for extending
the invitation, General.

I'm sure you would offer me the
same courtesy, Admiral Boone,

if the situation

were reversed.

But that would never
happen, General.

We would not hold
an aircrew hostage.

Or commandeer
one of your aircraft.

Admiral, I never understood why
you were removed from command

for what you did in Vietnam.

American navy
cannot afford to lose

men of your capability.

The admiral was not

relieved of command,
General Chen.

He requested retirement.

Or was it to save face?

What's past is past, General.

Not in China.

We have long memories.

Now, this is twice
in the past year

an American spy plane
has flown into our airspace.

After you rammed it.

I want to see our aircrew.

That will be arranged.

And I want the EP-3 secured.

It is well guarded.

May I speak bluntly, General?

That was always your habit, Tom.

You keep your damn
technicians out of our aircraft.

You must understand,

I will not release the
aircraft or the crew.

We'll see about that.

Enter.

You wanted to see us, sir?

Yes.

Any of you familiar with
Article 114 of UCMJ?

No, 114 sure doesn't
come up a lot, Admiral.

It has now.

Early Saturday morning,

two midshipmen from
Annapolis were caught dueling.

Isn't that an internal
academy matter, sir?

They were dueling
in Rock Creek Park.

D.C. police took exception.

Pistols, sir?

Antique sabers borrowed
from their families.

Was anyone hurt, Admiral?

They were fighting
without the benefit

of masks and chest pads.

Both were somewhat
worse for wear.

Had they been drinking, sir?

You'd think so, but no.

Just a couple of damn fools.

Don't suppose the name

Captain Franklin Buchanan

rings a bell?

Oh, yes, sir.

Then-Commodore Buchanan

commanded the
Confederate ironclad Virginia

at the Battle of Hampton Roads.

He sank the USS Cumberland

and the USS Congress.

I believe a Lieutenant Morris

commanded the Cumberland.

They teach you
that at the academy?

I'm a Civil War buff, Colonel.

Sir, what does
all this have to do

with last night's duel?

Both participants...

Midshipmen Second Class
Morris and Buchanan...

Fifth generation
descendants of the two men

who fought the Battle
of Hampton Roads.

Turns out the war between
the States isn't over yet.

Where are they now, sir?

They've been turned over to

Naval District Washington

for prosecution.

Colonel, you'll
be trial counsel.

Commander, you
and Lieutenant Roberts

will defend. That'll be all.

Aye, aye, sir.

How did you get
here, Lieutenant?

Sir?

The admiral wants to know

how the EP-3 came
to be in the possession

of the Chinese, Lieutenant.

Well, I landed it here, Admiral.

Against standing Op orders.

There was no way my aircraft
was going to make it back

to the Philippines,
or... or anywhere,

for that matter, sir.

I had to make my decision fast

and this was the
closest airstrip.

Why didn't you contact
the Jefferson for orders?

Our radio went out
mid-transmission, sir.

So, you took it upon yourself
to hand our classified plane

over to the enemy.

Respectfully, Admiral,
that's not how I saw it.

Well, how did you
see it, Lieutenant?

I felt it was my duty

to preserve the lives of the men
and women under my command.

Besides, what were
my options, sir? Ditch.

Sir, no one has ever ditched
an EP-3 and lived to tell about it.

Then you bail out.

I had two crewmen injured,

one with a shattered leg,
the other unconscious.

They'd never have made it.

None of us would have made it.

The closest rescue
was four hours away.

We would have died.

Every man and woman
aboard that aircraft.

That's why it's called
war, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, nothing we
say in this room is secure.

Now, I'm going to
ask you a question,

and I want you to
write out the answer.

How much time
elapsed from the moment

the MiG hit your aircraft

to the time you landed it here?

Has anything like this incident

ever happened
before, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Almost every time
we went on a mission,

there was some form of
harassment by the Chinese.

Especially over
the coast of Taiwan.

But still, I feel badly for the
Chinese pilot, Lieutenant Li.

Well, he damn
near got you killed.

I know, but he was really nice.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant?

Three or four times,
he'd flown up beside us.

He'd wave at us,
and once, he held up

a handwritten sign
with his address.

What was he looking for,

a pen pal?

I don't know, sir,

but I don't think he
meant us any harm.

He just got unlucky.

Did you witness the aftermath
of the collision with the MiG?

No, sir, I couldn't see him
after the point of impact.

We'd lost our starboard
engine and were heading down

through the undercast.

I understand Lieutenant
Li's been admitted

into China's canon of
revolutionary martyrs.

Wherever he stands
in the pantheon,

he was a lousy pilot.

It's his fault you're here.

So, what happens now, sir?

Now, we find a way to
get you out of Fuzhou.

Midshipman Morris
dismissed the battle as merely

a matter of superior technology.

At Hampton Roads,

Captain Buchanan
just plain kicked ass.

Pardon the expression, sir.

My great-great
grandfather brought

his ship under fire, and...

Sailed in close to
the USS Cumberland

and using his
cannons at close range,

left her a burning wreck.

Sure know your stuff, sir.

I don't suppose you had

a great-great
grandfather in the war.

Uh, no, he was...
otherwise occupied.

So, anyway, sir, you can see

why I got mad

at Midshipman
Morris, for disparaging

what my great-great
grandfather did.

Why we had to
settle it like gentlemen

on the field of honor.

What I see, Midshipman, is
what a foolish thing you did.

You ran the risk of
doing serious injury

to Midshipman
Morris, and to yourself.

You embarrassed
the navy, the academy,

and the memory of your
great-great grandfathers.

But you'll help me, sir.

Yes, I will, because it's
my job, and I'll do it well.

But while I'm defending
you, I need you to prove to me

that you're worthy of my trust.

Yes, sir.

What started the argument,
Midshipman Morris?

Midshipman Buchanan accused
my great-great grandfather

of bad seamanship,
when everyone knows

that a wooden ship is
no match against iron.

And that was
cause to risk your life

and that of Midshipman Buchanan?

Well, Colonel...
it's a matter of pride.

Well, that's a
concept I can grasp.

Colonel, pride's
more than an abstract.

See, you're not a man.

For which I thank God every day.

No offense meant, ma'am.

I don't know if you
know this, Colonel,

but men sometimes
can kind of get stuck

on a point of pride and
get real stupid about it.

I'm sure the colonel knows

that, Midshipman.

So, you see, ma'am,
you kind of get backed

into a corner that
you can't get out of.

And... and you start
acting pretty stupid

and stuff gets started
that you can't stop.

That sort of thing.

You ever known anyone
that's happened to?

Not right offhand,

but I'm sure someone
will come to mind.

Now that you have
spoken with your people,

there is a matter
of the apology.

I'm sure the United States
would be happy to accept

any apology that your country
is willing to give, General.

I see you have not lost
your sense of irony, Tom.

No, that's straight
talk, Shin-Wa.

There is a matter of
invading Chinese airspace.

General, your jet
collided with our EP-3

in international airspace.

In that, your country
is clearly at fault.

That is a matter of
debate, Commander.

Now, this has happened once
before, on April 1 of this year.

I believe that is
your April Fool's Day.

Then, as now, your
pilot was a cause

of the downing of
one of our aircraft,

so we consider the incident
to be an act of aggression.

An EP-3 has a maximum airspeed

of 300 knots, General.

Your MiGs fly at over 1,100.

On the day in question,

the pilot of your MiG
flew directly at our aircraft

and took off four
feet of its right wing.

Now, where in that

are we at fault?

It is a fact your
aircraft landed

on a Chinese airfield.

Surely, you do not dispute
our claim to that airspace?

General, our EP-3 landed
here at Fuzhou Airbase

because of damages sustained

in a collision with your jet.

Commander, we're going
around in circles. Let's go.

Admiral Boone...

Always before, I found
you a reasonable man.

However, you have
changed with the years.

Well, we all get older.

Perhaps you are not too old

to learn that sometimes

it is better to
say you're sorry.

Well, we're in the right
country for it, aren't we?

How is that?

As you once told me yourself,
the Chinese have as many words

for "sorry" as the
Eskimos have for "snow."

I thought that went well, sir.

What have you been
smoking, Commander?

Admiral, Lieutenant
Hildon informed me

that there were
exactly 24 minutes

from the time of the incident

until the aircraft touched
down here and was boarded.

That's six minutes short of
the minimum time necessary

to destroy all the codes.

Under the best of circumstances.

Hmm.

Sir?

That is an American aircraft!

It is the sovereign property

of the United States government!

Now, get the hell off!

Talks are ongoing between

Chinese and American diplomats
over the fate of the EP-3 crew

that has been detained
by the Chinese military

on the airstrip at Fuzhou.

So far, these talks
have yielded no results.

The Chinese are
demanding an apology

from the American government

and restitution for the loss
of a MiG aircraft and its pilot.

There's no way
that's going to happen.

Really?

The last time there
was an incident,

we ended up
saying we were sorry.

Probably going to happen again.

But we didn't mean it.

Besides, who cares what
a bunch of bureaucrats

in Armani suits
say to each other?

I do.

I mean, we apologize
and they keep our plane?

It's not right.

MacKENZIE: I'm also going to
charge Midshipman Buchanan

and Morris under Article
116: breach of the peace,

Article 128: assault,
and article 134:

assault with the intent
to commit murder.

Why not just charge them
under Article 114, ma'am?

It's been a hundred years

since anyone's been
charged for dueling, Bud.

Makes it interesting.

My life is already interesting.

Here's my offer:

the midshipmen
plead to all charges,

agree to a punitive
letter of reprimand

and resign their appointments.

That'll end their careers
before they begin, ma'am.

Come on, Colonel.

Aren't we talking about
kids screwing around?

Look, I know you boys
like to stick together...

Been a long time since
someone called me boy.

You know what I mean.

When you were at the academy,

I'm sure you didn't
do anything as stupid

as what these guys did.

Uh... you're wrong.

Was Commander Rabb involved?

Fortunately for both of us,

the statute of
limitations has run out.

What's your offer?

The midshipmen have
agreed to be tried together,

prepared to plead to
conduct unbecoming...

restitution to the
District of Columbia

for expenses incurred
during their arrest...

The convening authority
suspends the sentence...

And they go back to the academy

where they face a conduct board.

No deal.

Why are you taking such
a hard line on this, Mac?

I've interviewed both of them.

I don't think they're
officer material.

You're quick to judge.

It wasn't a hard
call, Commander.

Right now we're fighting
a war against terrorism.

People out there
are risking their lives

and sometimes
dying for their country,

and here you have two
boys with nothing better to do

than to challenge
each other to a duel.

Now, I might feel differently
if either of one of them

had shown a spark of remorse,

or even had a clue that
what they did was wrong.

No deal.

Enter.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Lieutenant, you have
an urgent phone call.

It's Commander Rabb in China.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Commander?

Lieutenant, I need
you to do me a favor.

Name it, sir.

You remember Uncle Scrooge?

I know my ducks, sir.

Good. You remember Uncle
Scrooge's giant money bin?

Are we speaking in code, sir?

Yes.

Cool!

Now, you remember that
there were certain bad boys

trying to break into
the money vault.

Answer yes or no.

Yes.

Great.

This is one of those bad boys.

I'm tracking you, sir.

Okay, now, you
remember how old you are?

Yes.

Take your age, add six years.

Okay, now what?

Now go to the computer
on your desk, Bud.

Standard JAG menu,
double click the second icon

in the right-hand column.

Okay, got it, sir.

Now go to Google.

Type in "Chinanet,"
the name of one

of the bad boys trying
to break into the vault,

your age plus six years.

Got a hit, sir.

Now find out whose
address that is,

and if it's being
used currently,

then call me back, and
I'll tell you what to do.

Yes, sir.

Awesome.

Huh? "Awesome"?

Good afternoon.

This is Lieutenant Roberts
calling from the JAG Corps

on behalf of Commander Rabb.

I need to speak with
Director Webb, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Good afternoon, Director Webb.

I need a favor.

MacKENZIE: Officer Crumley,

can you describe
what you observed

when you came across
Midshipmen Buchanan and Morris?

They were fighting, ma'am,
with these old-fashioned sabers.

Was there the possibility

that one of them might have
suffered grievous bodily harm

or even death?

Well, those swords
are old, ma'am,

but plenty sharp.

Can you identify this exhibit?

Yes, ma'am. It's
one of the swords

they were fighting with.

And what actions did you take

to prevent them from
injuring each other?

I drew my sidearm,
ma'am, and I ordered them

to put down their
weapons or I'd shoot.

Did they comply?

Oh, yes. They got real polite.

What do you think
would have happened

if you'd not chanced by?

Objection. Calls
for speculation.

Sustained.

Officer Crumley, from
what you observed,

did it appear these two
were attempting to inflict

grievous bodily harm
upon each other?

Objection. Leading the witness.

Sustained.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Commander Turner?

Officer Crumley,
how far away were you

from Midshipman Morris
and Midshipman Buchanan

when you first chanced upon them

on that dark night?

Oh, a hundred
yards, give or take.

Hundred yards?
So how do you know

they weren't just
fooling around?

I know hostile
intent when I see it.

At that distance?

100 yards in the dead of night?

Argumentative, Your Honor.

Move on, Commander.

Have you seen
many duels, Officer?

No, sir.

That was my first.

So you're not an expert?

No.

So in fact, you had no idea

what was going on.

Objection. Sustained.

Is it fair to say,
Officer Crumley,

that you had no
certain knowledge

of what was in the minds
of the two young men

engaged in horseplay?

Objection, Your Honor,

Fighting with swords

as sharp as razors
is not horseplay.

Please ask counsel
to stop editorializing.

Commander,
rephrase the question.

Did you know what
was in the minds

of Midshipman Morris
and Midshipman Buchanan

on the night in question?

No, sir.

I'm not a mind-reader,
but I know what I saw...

Murderous intent.

In the dead of night?

Your Honor.

Give it a rest, Commander.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Thank you, Officer.

Did you get through?

Yes, sir.

We should know something soon.

I just got a call from Beijing.

The diplomatic
talks are stalled.

Lieutenant Li is going
to be buried tomorrow.

State funeral, full honors.

General Chen will be
delivering the eulogy.

If something
doesn't happen soon,

they'll have her stripped bare.

MacKENZIE: Midshipman Morris,

whatever possessed
you to enter into a duel?

Objection. Hasn't been proven

that my client was in a duel.

Your Honor, Midshipman
Morris was arrested

with a saber in hand.

A saber with which
he was attempting

to strike Midshipman Buchanan.

Your Honor, when is counsel
going to ask a question?

I'm sure she's working
up to it, Counselor.

Midshipman Morris,
why did you accept

Midshipman Buchanan's
challenge to duel?

Tradition, ma'am.

Tradition?

Is it an academy tradition

to try to kill your
fellow midshipmen?

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

You went to Rock Creek Park,

pursuant to a prior
agreement, to fight with sabers?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you intend to injure
Midshipman Buchanan?

Some, I guess.

Isn't it true that if you

strike a man with a saber,
you can take off his head?

Yes, ma'am.

So, with premeditation,

you entered into
a fight to the death.

Objection.

Counsel's making
her own conclusions.

Sustained.

No further questions.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Midshipman Morris,
did you intend

to cause grievous bodily injury

to Midshipman Buchanan?

No, sir.

Were you forced
into this confrontation?

I'd say the blame
is about equal, sir.

Midshipman Morris, do you
dislike Midshipman Buchanan?

Well, I did, sir.

Or thought that maybe I should

because of what happened at
the Battle of Hampton Roads.

But the last couple of days...

we've been on
restriction together

and he's really a
pretty good guy.

Did you ever want
to see him dead?

No, sir.

Well, then how did it
get so far out of hand?

I guess I started it, sir.

Ragging on his
great-great grandfather.

And after a while, mostly I
just wanted him to shut up.

Midshipman
Morris, are you guilty

of violating Article 114

of the UCMJ against dueling?

Yes, sir, and so is
Midshipman Buchanan.

But we both regret it, sir,

and wish that we had
not been so darn stupid.

Why is that, Midshipman Morris?

Right now, there's more
important stuff going on

in the world than refighting
some old battle, sir.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Colonel?

I'd like to reserve the right

to conduct a
re-cross, Your Honor.

Meanwhile, I request a recess

to speak with opposing counsel.

Good idea, Colonel.

I don't know how
we got this far.

They got a lot of
techs on that aircraft.

So far today, they've taken off

at least three consoles already.

A few more days,
we're going to have

to reinvent all of our
hardware and rewrite every one

of our damn codes.

Hello, Buddy.

Millie?

Uh-huh.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm on leave from
the Naval Historical Center.

I wanted to be
closer to the action.

You still married?

Yeah.

You still happy?

Very.

Well, if that changes,
give me a call.

Uh, are you familiar with TESAR?

Absolutely.

It's a strip mapping SAR

that provides
continuous O.S. imagery.

Hmm.

Well, what you are
looking at are images

that are formed on
board a Predator aircraft.

And sent to the Predator
ground control station

via a K-U band data link.

You really know
your stuff, Lieutenant.

Yeah, well, I-I
try to stay current.

I never should have let you go.

Okay, here we go.

Um, I diverted the
Predator by several degrees.

And now you have
45 seconds to find

what you're looking for.

Uh, hold that and zoom in.

There.

That's it.

Oh, thank you so much.

Any time.

Sorry to disturb you, General.

Come in.

I enjoy your company, Tom.

Please, sit.

I was just writing

the funeral oration
for Lieutenant Li.

Well, I would
consider it an honor

if you would read
it to us, General.

"Like an eagle, he soared

"above the clouds.

"as light as a
feather in the breeze

until his life was snuffed
out like a candle in the wind."

I think I will amend that last.

A little too much Elton
John, huh, General?

Precisely.

That's Lieutenant Li's MiG
on a runaway in Manchuria.

That photograph was
taken this morning, General.

Where did you get this?

The commander
downloaded it on his laptop.

Lieutenant Li sent an e-mail

from the air base in Manchuria
where you had him hidden.

He wanted his girlfriend to
know that he was all right.

We traced the e-mail

and had our satellite
snap the photo of his jet.

You covered up the fact

that Lieutenant Li
survived the incident.

Instead, you decided to
make him a martyr, first class.

Now one billion of your
people are singing his praises,

but what happens, General,

when they find
out that you've lied?

You created this fallen hero.

It puts you in a
bad light, Shin-Wa.

And it puts you at odds

with the civilian
leadership of your country

who are trying to find
a diplomatic solution.

What do you want?

I want 19 American
airmen and one aircraft.

Lieutenant Li is
still alive, General.

Make sure he stays that way.

Call the USS Jefferson,
Admiral Boone.

Tell them you are flying
your men out in an hour.

I will send back the EP-3

when I am done with it.

One piece at a time.

Ma'am.

MacKENZIE: Commander
Turner and Lieutenant Roberts

have been kind
enough to allow me

to further interview
both of you.

Under the rules of evidence,

they are both here,
and I understand

that you have waived
your Article 31 rights.

Yes, ma'am.

We understand, ma'am.

Okay, let's get
down to the facts.

Midshipman Morris, did you
intend to do Midshipman Buchanan

grievous bodily injury?

No, ma'am.

As you can see,

neither one of us are
any good with a saber.

I feel really bad
about everything.

Midshipman Buchanan, did
you force Midshipman Morris

into dueling under duress?

You might say that, ma'am.

Because I didn't give
him room to back out

and not look like a coward,

I guess there's a
sort of duress in that.

Lieutenant, since
Midshipman Morris

was forced into this
duel under duress,

it could be argued that there
was in fact no prior agreement

and he's innocent of all
the charges against him.

Yes, it could.

In fact, that's exactly
what I was going to argue.

Commander Turner, since
Midshipman Buchanan

had no intent

of grievous bodily harm
to Midshipman Morris,

it could be argued
that he too is innocent

of the charges against him.

I intended to argue
that very thing.

Ma'am, why the change of heart?

Midshipman Buchanan, are
you familiar with the expression

"Don't look a gift
horse in the mouth"?

That's okay, Sturgis.

I'd like to answer that.

When I first questioned
these young men,

I misjudged them.

I didn't see that once
you get past the, uh...

Idiocy, ma'am?

Thank you, Midshipman Buchanan.

I didn't see the
goodness in them.

But I now see that they both

have the makings
of fine officers.

My bet is that you

and Commander Rabb were
very much like them in your time.

You wouldn't be
far wrong, Colonel.

Make me an offer.

All squadron reps,
report to flight control.

All squadron reps,
report to flight control.

Lieutenant Barrett
and Crawford...

You'll be stationed 50
miles off the Chinese coast.

Admiral Boone, Commander
Rabb and the crew of the EP-3

will be aboard the COD

when it departs
from Fuzhou Airbase.

What's our ordnance, sir?

You'll be configured

for close escort. Full ammo.

What are the rules of
engagement, Captain?

Do not fire unless fired upon.

Do not cross into Chinese
airspace for any reason.

It took a lot for Admiral
Boone to broker this deal,

so keep cool.

Don't screw it up.

The most important thing

is that we get our
people out safely.

Any questions?

Yes, sir.

What about the EP-3?

Well, once the Chinese
have downloaded our secrets

and stripped our technology,

they're going to ship
it back to us in pieces.

That stinks, sir.

Yes, it does.

I got them.

Check ten left at 40 miles.

Roger that. I got them, too.

Birmingham Strike...

We are holding
hands with the COD.

Stay tight, Stonewall.

Cranberry, you have the lead.

I want to look you over.

Roger. I have the lead.

Cranberry, you have fluid

streaming from your
left fuel dump vent.

Roger, Stonewall.

All gauges normal.

Can't take the
chance, Cranberry.

Need you to return to
Birmingham immediately.

Wilco, Stonewall.

Returning to Birmingham.

Good luck. God bless.

It's getting lonely
up here, Admiral.

Oh, one's enough.

Good night, Greyhound.

Admiral, we just lost
our other fighter escort.

Stonewall,

this is Greyhound.

Do you copy?

Stonewall, do you copy?

Birmingham Strike,
this is Birmingham 2-5.

We've lost our fighter escort

and we do not have
radio contact with him.

Roger, Birmingham 2-5.

X.O., call PRIFLY,
launch the spare.

Aye, aye, sir.

Birmingham 2-5, the
spare is on its way.

Until then, you're on your own.

Mark your coordinates.

Roger that.

18 degrees, 31
minutes north latitude.

113 degrees, 14
minutes west longitude.

Boss, this is the captain.

Strike Ops, stand by to initiate
search and rescue operations.

What the hell is going on, sir?

Whatever it is, I
got a bad feeling.

Birmingham 2-5,
Birmingham Strike,

this is Birmingham 4-3.

I am inbound.

Fuel state: 3.9.

All weapons expended.