All language subtitles for JAG S08E18 Fortunate Son.eng

Second floor, go!

Let's go, let's go!

INS! Don't move!

Go, go, go!

INS!

Stop or I'll shoot!

All right, all right,
don't, don't shoot.

Don't make me.

You want to show me
your green card, pal?

My ID's in my left coat pocket.

I'm Lieutenant Bao Hien.

United States Marine Corps.

Well, Semper Fi, Lieutenant.

You're under arrest.

Last night the INS raided
a warehouse in Baltimore.

The building was vacant, except
for the teenage girls sewing.

A, uh, sweatshop was uncovered,

third one in the
last six months.

16 undocumented aliens
from Vietnam were detained,

along with one Marine
Lieutenant Bao Hien.

INS doesn't figure
him as a ringleader,

so they kicked him back to
us, ah, for an investigation

in possible people smuggling.

Lieutenant Hien was
a decorated aviator.

He was a helicopter crew chief
and a gunner in the Gulf War.

He completed the enlisted
commissioning program,

he went to flight school

and flew humanitarian
missions as a pilot in Somalia.

Not to mention being a
Marine Corps poster boy

for pulling yourself
up by the bootstraps.

Lieutenant Hien was on

one of the last helos
out of Saigon in '75.

He started his life in
America as a child refugee.

Inspired to become a Marine

by the Marines who rescued him.

What does the lieutenant

say he was doing in
that warehouse, sir?

"Looking for
something to steal."

Maybe choosing the
lesser of two evils.

Commercial Burglary
carries a lighter penalty

than people smuggling.

A guy like this just
doesn't wake up one day

and decide to be a criminal.

Well, what he's
already admitted to

is an Article
One-Thirty violation

and conduct unbecoming.

Obviously, the Marines
are watching this closely.

That's why I want
both of you on it.

Lieutenant Hien's
stationed in Pax River.

He's, uh, grounded
pending the outcome.

And take Petty Officer
Coates with you.

I want her to get
some field experience.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, uh, let's get to
the bottom of this quickly.

Uh, with Mac on the bench,

we're kind of short of
lawyers around here.

Understood, sir.

Yes, sir.

Enter!

Excuse me, Admiral.
SECNAV is here, sir.

Hello, gentlemen.
Good to see you.

I want to thank you
for your fine work

in the friendly fire case.

And yours in that
Empty Quiver matter.

Thank you, Commanders.

Thank you, sir.
Appreciate that, sir.

Admiral.

Secretary.

I came here myself,
because I wanted to make sure

that you didn't read
about this in some memo

and draw the wrong conclusions.

Read what, sir?

Well, this business with
you ejecting out of an F-14.

The Washington Post wants
to know what a two-star Admiral

is doing tooling
around the friendly skies

with a lawyer at the helm.

This kind of thing gives
CHINFO a bad rash.

Commander Rabb had taken
me up to demonstrate a flaw

in the heads-up
display in the plane.

It was JAG business, sir.

I assumed that there
was a good explanation.

And it won't take long
to clear the matter.

Beyond that, there's
just some housekeeping

that bears examination.

So, you want to
send an investigator?

Just to pacify the
powers that be.

I have full confidence

in your ability to stand
up to scrutiny, A.J.

Prints from several of the
girls we have in custody

were matched to this container.

I've seen these babies with
plumbing, air conditioning...

Sounds like a real
pleasure cruise.

What are we supposed to do?

Give out tickets at the border?

"Free show, standing room only."

Have you found anything

to directly tie Lieutenant
Hien to these crates?

Not yet. We're still
combing the warehouse.

We figure the
lieutenant was just there

picking up his
percentage of the profits.

You arrested the lieutenant
based solely on the fact

that he was there that night.

There was no
evidence of a payoff.

Ah, if it walks like a duck.

Hardly a legal argument.

Well, I'm hardly a lawyer.

That's why I gave
the lieutenant to you.

The fact is, Commanders,
there is nothing

worth stealing in
that warehouse.

Your lieutenant's either
a bad thief or a good liar.

You've noticed nothing
suspicious, Mrs. Hien?

Nothing to suggest your
husband was involved

in the smuggling
of foreign nationals?

No, nothing.

You know he's admitted
to breaking and entering.

And I can't explain to that.

Ah, it's just not like Bao.

Not at all.

How long have you been married?

For over one year.

Mrs. Hien, has your
husband ever lied to you?

If my husband lied
to me, Commander,

I never find out about it.

I thought Navy here
was to help my husband.

You two sound like
you're out for some blood.

We're just trying to
discover the truth, Mrs. Hien.

I'm done?

For now.

Thank you.

Enter.

Excuse me, Admiral.

You have a visitor, sir.

From the SECNAV's office.

Send him in.

Do you know who
the SECNAV sent, sir?

Just send him in, Tiner.

Aye, sir.

Commander.

Admiral.

Commander Lindsey.

That'll be all, Tiner.

Aye, aye, sir.

I wasn't told that you'd
be conducting our audit.

Well, who better, sir?

I mean, I have spent
some time here at JAG.

Well, let's get to it.

What specifically
are the complaints

against our office?

Misallocation of personnel.

Lawyers traveling as tour
groups when one would do.

Sleight of hand
with TAD requests.

Misappropriation of
government property.

Misappropriation?

A recent example:

Commander Rabb's
commandeering of a Humvee

in the George Washington
National Forest.

He was assisting
Search and Rescue.

A search for and
rescue of you, sir,

making disciplining
him difficult.

By the way, how's your back?

Fine, thank you.

Do what you have to do.

You can use the conference room.

Just steer clear of all JAG
business, Commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

Uh, sir?

I don't want you to
worry about that business

with the promotion
board you headed...

Passing me over for captain?

This is Suong Khoi,
15, Ly Truong, 14.

Ask them who brought them here.

Was it this man?

They want to know if
they will be deported.

In all probability, yes.

Then...

we not have reason to tell.

You tell them that I wish there
was a way for them to stay here.

Please!

Make a way.

Then we tell.

Lieutenant Hien?

I'm Commander Rabb.

I'm with the JAG Corps.

Commander.

You're an aviator.

Well, not today, Lieutenant.

Well, I guess that's me, too.

Grounded as Safety
Officer until further notified.

Take a walk, Lieutenant.

Okay.

I've read your service record.

It's impressive.

You received an air medal

as a door gunner
in the Gulf War.

Yes, sir.

You held off enemy ground
fire while your helo rescued

the survivors of a
downed Black Hawk.

Those men were going

to get picked off
one by one, sir.

We didn't see any
option to our actions.

You got your wings, you received

an Aerial Achievement
Citation and a Purple Heart

all on your first
combat mission.

Srebrenica, sir.
Transporting civilian wounded.

You took shrapnel and
you kept flying, Lieutenant.

You're a brave man.

Not to mention your rapid
rise through the enlisted ranks.

You got your commission
and now you're a lieutenant.

That is certainly a
record to be proud of.

I'm proud to be a Marine, sir.

Well, let me ask
you this, Lieutenant,

since you've waived your
Article Thirty-One rights.

Why the hell would you
jeopardize such an exemplary career

to break into a warehouse?

I don't know how to
say it in a way that, um,

you could understand, Commander.

Lieutenant, I want to believe

there's an explanation for
what happened that night.

Why, Commander?

Why do you want to believe
that I'm anything but a thief?

I guess I want to
believe, Lieutenant,

that your life experiences
made a difference.

April 29, 1975.

Fall of Saigon.

I was four years old.

My mother was a
secretary at the embassy.

The sound of the helos
over our heads were...

steady as a heartbeat.

Marine guards were shouting.

I didn't even understand
English at that time, but...

I knew what they
were saying was bad.

That we weren't safe.

I was fortunate.

Others weren't so
lucky, Commander.

That's why I had
to do something.

So you didn't break

into the warehouse
to steal something.

Not to steal anything, sir.

To save something
that was already stolen.

I thought I could just
get them out of there.

Why didn't you tell
all this to the INS?

Because, I didn't think
they'd believe me, sir.

But why should I believe you?

I'm guilty either
way, Commander.

I don't expect leniency.

The guy should
be getting a medal

for trying to free those girls,
not facing a court-martial.

The lieutenant's
record speaks for itself.

He's based his career on
coming to the aid of people in need.

The lieutenant acted with
blatant disregard for the law,

and then lied to the
authorities about it.

You don't have enough
to recommend court-martial

based on a
people-smuggling charge.

And you don't have enough
to recommend against one.

Petty Officer Coates is pulling
invoices from the cargo company.

Let's find out who
paid for the containers

that brought the girls in,
and then we can decide.

What is your stake
in sending this thing

to court-martial anyway?

I don't have one.

No personal feelings at all.

Something about this
guy has touched you.

So, you want off this
case, Commander?

No, no, sir.

I was just wondering
why you gave it to me.

Do you mean, did I consider
Lieutenant Hien's experience

in Vietnam before
I got you involved?

Yes, I did.

I just want to believe

it doesn't make a
difference to me, sir.

And, uh... now it does?

I don't know, Admiral.

The case seems
black and white to me.

But then it does to
Commander Turner, too.

Well, do the best you can.

Yes, sir.

How'd your meeting
with SECNAV go?

Well, Commander,
we're being audited,

and the investigator

he sent to do the
job doesn't like me.

I find that hard
to believe, sir.

It's Lindsey.

Commander Lindsey?

Mmm.

Lieutenant, Lieutenant.

Please, let me get that for you.

There you go.

Thank you, Commander.

It's been a long time.

Christmas last year, I believe.

How's Lieutenant Sims?

She's great, sir.

How's your family?

Lieutenant, I have
found that one's family

can be of great comfort during
times of career disappointment.

I was very sorry to
hear of your injury.

But you look as
fit for duty as ever.

As fit as ever, sir?

Oh, I bet the
Seahawk misses you.

You've turned out to be
quite a lawyer, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Seahawk has competent
legal counsel, I can assure you.

Lieutenant Singer, isn't it?

No, sir. Not anymore.

She... uh, became
physically unable

to serve aboard ship, sir.

Well, not another
land mine, I hope.

No, nothing like that, sir.

Lieutenant, Sims...

Nice lady.

I've always thought
so, sir. I just wonder how

the Inspector General
manages without her.

Sir?

Admiral Chegwidden

has permanently... temporarily

assigned her to this
office indefinitely.

Is there a problem
with that, sir?

Only that it stretches
the definition

of temporary additional duty.

That will be all.

Still waiting for manifests
from the cargo company.

In these days of dummy
corporations and credit card fraud,

we don't consider
that reliable evidence.

The UCMJ gives us slightly
more latitude on that subject.

Tell me, what do you know
about this Lieutenant Hien

that we don't?

Well, the prelim
background check

came back clean as a whistle.

The guy's a Boy Scout.

Did meet his wife in a
mail order service though.

Sunshine Brides...
right here in Baltimore.

You'd think a Marine pilot
would be fighting them off.

You want to run me off a
copy of your file on the Hiens?

Yeah. Have it tomorrow.

So how long before you
all wrap up shop here?

Well, there's no end
in sight, unfortunately.

We can't get a handle on
who's responsible for this mess

and how they're
covering their tracks.

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm not anti-immigration.

I'm anti-illegal immigration.

That makes two of us.

My grandparents
got out of Poland

one step ahead of the SS.

Thank God they
had someplace to go.

What's your deal?

People come over
on the Mayflower?

About a year prior
to that actually.

Jamestown colony.

They were indentured servants.

My mother's side came later.

During the height of slavery.

Suffice it to say, under
conditions even worse

than that packing crate

over there.

You probably got
the same speech I did.

American first, minority second.

I didn't need that lesson.

My face tells the story of
who my forefathers were.

The uniform on my back

speaks to the level of
patriotism I was taught.

I'm trying to find out if that's
equally true of Lieutenant Hien.

Cargo company
manifests, Commander.

Four of the cargo containers
pegged as alien transports

by the INS were paid for with
Lieutenant Hien's credit card.

He wasn't trying
to free anybody.

He put them there himself.

Ah, Sturgis.

Harm.

Right on time.

Seems I'm on my way back
to Pax River to prove you right.

Lieutenant Hien paid for some
of those containers himself.

Luckily, I'm not one to gloat.

Can you tell me who this
Commander Lindsey is?

He's left me three
messages today.

Oh, Commander Theodore Lindsey.

He was Admiral Brovo's
aide when I first came here.

He then became acting JAG TAD.

He moved into the
SECNAV's administration.

He seems to have wormed
his way into the new one

under Sheffield, and
now he's out to get us.

Can't wait to make
his acquaintance.

In the interim, I have
a little field assignment

for you, Petty Officer Coates.

One for which you
are uniquely qualified.

Thank you, sir.

Can I help you?

Investigator Jennifer Coates

of the Immigration and
Naturalization Service.

I'd like to see your records.

This is just a dating
service, okay?

We find wives for lonely guys.

It's all legal.

Well, I know lots
of lonely guys.

They're INS investigators, too.

I can have them
here in 15 minutes.

Look, I'm just a hired gun here.

Please, don't do that.

Okay, okay.

I'll show you the
files in the computer.

But I don't want to go back.

If you cooperate, I'll put
in a good word for you.

Thank you. Thank you for that.

In the file called "clients..."

Please hurry.

How do I get online?

It's DSL. You're
already connected.

Pretty high-tech

for a business that deals
in arranged marriage.

This lady, she...

Is your tech support
rep from Zell Computers.

You shouldn't have any more
problems with those peripherals.

You ladies have a nice day.

Lieutenant Hien, you
have abused my trust.

I guess I wanted
you to be a good guy,

because I respected your record.

But your recent past has
erased all that, Lieutenant.

You paid for some
of the containers

that brought those
girls over here.

I have a good reason, Commander.

I don't want to
hear it, Lieutenant.

What I do want to hear
is who do you work for?

Who runs this organization?

People with no names,
and a post office box.

Commander, you've
seen my credit cards.

You've seen the bills.

You know how much
in debt I am over this.

I have never made a profit.

I swear to you.

Then why'd you do it?

You remember what I
said before about Saigon?

I left something out.

We didn't make it to the rooftop

until nearly the end
of the evacuation.

All right, that's it. No more.

There's no more room.
We can't take you.

There wasn't room
for the two of us.

Please! You have
to take us! Please!

Do not leave us behind!

My mother had to make

the hardest
decision of her life.

Take my son!

Take him!

I never saw her again.

Once we got out over the city,

the Master Sergeant
said to me that I was free.

I didn't feel free then,
and I don't feel free now.

So this is how you're
making it up to your mother?

Serving other mother's
children up as cheap labor?

Commander, what
they left behind is worse.

I've been to
Vietnam, Lieutenant.

No, not the part where
these girls are from, sir.

These girls are
orphans, castoffs.

They live in the streets until
they're old enough for the brothels.

They wait on lists for
years for a better life, sir.

A life... a life
here in America.

A life like the one you're
throwing away, Lieutenant?

Colonel, let me carry that.

Oh, I can handle it, Commander.

Why are you here?

I know what the SECNAV
said, but why you?

Apparently, the SECNAV has
more faith in me than some people.

Ah, you mean the Admiral.

You're still sore about
not making captain?

No, not at all.

I do find it odd how
your career has flourished

despite the taints of scandal.

The, uh, dead husband.

The affair with your CO.

How dare you?

I wonder what it is

the promotion board sees in you

that they don't see in me.

Unless it's a special friend
who happens to be an admiral.

I don't like that
implication, Lindsey.

No, I don't suppose you do.

Perhaps we could meet
later for a drink, Colonel,

and work it all out over a beer.

I think we're finished here.

I'm sorry.

You touch me like that
again and you will be.

I found out about

the Sunshine
Brides dating service.

I'm not ashamed of the way

I met my husband, Commander.

I'm not asking for
your shame, Mrs. Hien.

I'm wondering
what other services

Sunshine Brides
might be offering.

Sometimes these bridal services

are fronts for
immigrant smuggling.

They lure women in with
a promise of husbands

only to place them
into backbreaking work.

How long ago did you
leave Vietnam, Mrs. Hien?

Um, about four years.

Gauging from your
proficiency in English,

I'm inclined to think you
spent that four years in the U.S.

But you didn't apply
for your green card

until just last year
after you were married.

What have you been doing for
the past four years, Mrs. Hien?

I can tell by your
hand, Mrs. Hien,

that you've done some
hard work in your life.

Maybe in a sweatshop?

If you're a victim

of this people-smuggling ring,
Mrs. Hien, we can help you.

You can't help me.

But you can help my husband.

Do you love your
husband, Mrs. Hien?

Or are you just grateful
for him saving you?

In the beginning
it was gratitude.

I met this man, an
American and Vietnamese.

A real-life Marine hero,

like the one who take
my mother out of Saigon

after the fall.

It wasn't hard after that

to fall in love with this man.

Without him... I have nothing.

I am nothing.

Uh, tell them to have a seat.

You can... you can tell them
that I'm ready to make an offer

for their testimony.

Hope for the Future
made the order,

courtesy of the INS.

It's translated in
Vietnamese on the back.

They are illiterate.

Well, ask her if she'll trust us
to tell her what's on the page.

You look at me. Why?

I'm sorry.

You remind me of
someone I used to know.

Tell them that they
have been recategorized

as refugee minors,

though if they cooperate
and answer my questions,

it will more than likely have a
positive bearing on their case.

They're willing to talk now.

Ask them who met them at the
cargo dock when they arrived.

Was it a man in a uniform?

Was it a woman?

A Vietnamese woman?

This woman?

Yes.

Job in America.

Petty Officer Second Class

Jennifer Coates.

You served aboard the Seahawk

after the nasty
near court-martial

for going UA from
the Gainesville.

I've had a change of
heart since then, sir.

You were Legalman
for Lieutenant Roberts

and then Lieutenant Singer.

Commander Rabb

and Colonel Mackenzie
also spent time on the vessel.

Yes, sir. When Lieutenant
Roberts was wounded

and when Lieutenant
Singer was investigated

for refusing to name
the father of her child.

I wasn't aware Lieutenant
Singer had a child.

She will any day now, sir.

She's on a five-month
maternity leave.

Five months?

We're shorthanded now as it is.

Uh... please, extend
my congratulations

to the lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Now, after Lieutenant
Roberts' injury,

personal regs allow for
an equivalent replacement

to step in as
acting carrier JAG.

Yet, not one, but
two Oh-five lawyers

remained on that vessel.

That's a lot of
seniority to send in

to pinch-hit for a lieutenant.

If you say so, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Howdy, stranger.

I was waiting for
you to show up.

The case of

the infamous Lieutenant Hien.

So what's the rumor mill saying?

That you're chasing
your father again.

You know, this isn't
really about my father,

no matter what
people are saying.

When I was 16,

I went to Vietnam.

I had heard about
this retired Colonel.

His name was Striker.

He was a grave
digger... a bone collector.

He would, uh...

he'd go into the jungles
of Vietnam and Laos

and look for
military crash sites.

He lived with a woman he
had rescued out of Saigon in '75.

She had two daughters.

Is this about a girl, Harm?

Yeah. Her name was Gym.

She was 14.

I shouldn't have taken her

to the jungle
with me, and, uh...

I mean, it was my dream
to get my father back. I...

She was killed by
Laotian border guards.

And those girls the lieutenant
tried to save from the sweatshop

remind you of her?

I guess the lieutenant's
efforts to save those girls

remind me of what I wish I
could have done for Gym.

You can't turn back
the clock, Harm.

For the lieutenant
or for yourself.

Agent Roizman.

Commander. Thank you very much

for your help with
the INS petition.

I wouldn't have been able to
talk to the girls without them.

Well, that almost makes me wish

I wasn't here to
rain on your parade.

The INS finished processing
the warehouse scene.

They found something
you should see.

Gentlemen, last time I checked,

it wasn't a crime
to possess $5,000.

Then why did Lieutenant Hien
hide it when he heard us coming?

And the lieutenant's
fingerprints

were on the envelope
this was found in.

There was nothing altruistic

about Lieutenant Hien's
involvement in this.

He was getting
his cut of the profits.

I believe this new evidence
against Lieutenant Hien

is sufficient cause to
recommend a court-martial

to the convening authority.

And you've laid to rest
any suspicions of Mrs. Hien?

Lack of evidence, sir.

If they are in it together,
we can't prove it.

The INS will
unravel it eventually

and she'll get hers in a civilian
court if she's got it coming.

Sounds like we're
going to an Article 32.

Turner, you'll prosecute.

Commander, I assume
you'll want to defend.

Aye, sir.

Admiral, I would like to
continue the investigation.

It doesn't smell right to me.

If this guy's getting
paid on a regular basis,

where's the money?

He's up to his eyeballs in debt.

Commander, will you excuse us?

Aye, sir.

His ghost still bothering you?

How do you do it, sir?

You were in Vietnam.

You've managed to
put it out of your mind.

Have I?

Commander, that war
cast some long shadows.

Stay with your investigation,

but I reserve the right
to tell you when it's over.

Aye, aye, sir.

And thank you.

Commander.

I finally found
something in those files

I e-mailed from
the dating service.

The lieutenant's wife
owes them a lot of money.

For what?

I wish I knew, sir.

Commander Lindsey.

Sturgis Turner.

Been looking forward
to meeting you.

Commander, I'm sure
you've heard a lot about me.

Only what a capable
investigator you are.

Thank you.

Commander, you
joined this office recently.

What were your
first impressions?

To be honest, Commander, I
could not believe what I was seeing.

Commander Rabb dumping aircraft,

Colonel MacKenzie rerouting

an entire sea rescue on a hunch.

It's outrageous.

Rabb and Lieutenant
Roberts flying to Australia

at the drop of a hat.

Excuse me.

Do you mind if I record this?

Oh, I wish you would.

As you were saying.

I was saying that
this group of people

has one of the most unorthodox
interpersonal dynamics

of any I've ever worked in.

Which can be the
only explanation for

its exemplary track record.

You like working here?

I trust you're going to
add that to your report.

Don't worry, Commander.

Your voice will be heard.

Hello.

Hello.

Uh, my partner was
in here the other day.

You gave her
some computer files.

She say she INS.

But you Navy.

It's a joint investigation.

Now, miss, I'm
willing to believe

that you do nothing more
here than run the office.

Yes, that's true.

It's a woman... she own it.

She call herself
Danh Tu, "Mother."

I don't even know her real name.

Well, this woman who
owns the company,

she's going to jail.

So you have a decision to make.

You can choose to
cooperate right now,

or you can risk
being her cell mate.

But I already gave the file.

You need to give more.

For instance, I want
to know why a woman

who met her husband through here
could wind up owing the company

$30,000.

The woman from the INS,

she say she could help
me stay in this country.

Maybe we can... maybe.

I noticed a little while ago,

some of the women we
marry off to the Americans

they have accounts.

Every once in awhile,
a bunch of the debt

gets taken off the top.

You know, like they pay.

But none of the money
come through here.

We don't even have a
domestic bank account.

It is all based in Vietnam.

None of this was
in the computer file.

She do not trust
computer, Danh Tu...

She keep everything in a ledger

she keep locked up in a safe.

Can you get into the safe?

Yes.

This is my card.

Take this.

Call me, we'll see
what we can do for you.

Take my advice
now, and leave here.

Got all the files from the
dating service printed, sir.

And the reports from the INS.

Nice work, Coates.

Do me a favor, would
you? Look in the INS report.

Give me the date of the first
cargo container they suspected.

Let's see here...

September 15.

September 15.

Mrs. Hien was credited $2,000

by the Sunshine Brides.

The next time they took
money off her account

was November 19.

That's a match, sir.

A suspected cargo
container came in that day.

She's working off her debt
helping them smuggle in women.

Am I interrupting?

No, Commander.

Would you excuse us,

Petty Officer.

You can leave the files here.

Aye, aye, sir.

Saving the best for
last, Commander?

Oh, I won't rehash incidents

like turning your hallowed
halls of justice here

into shooting practice.

Or mention the fact that
you personally burned through

a quarter billion dollars

of military equipment
in your career.

Nine-tenths of that,
after you left flight status

to become a lawyer.

Well, thank you.

No, I came here to thank you

for delivering the icing
on the cake, Commander.

You have more than
enough to recommend

your Lieutenant
Hien for court-martial.

What does any of this
have to do with you?

You're squandering
the Navy's time

by keeping this
investigation open.

As per usual, what you
want is what you get.

And the admiral thinks
I'm not captain material.

So that's what this is
about, huh, Commander?

The good child syndrome.

You keep your
nose clean, I don't,

but I catch all the breaks.

Oh, Commander, don't worry.

Your days of catching
all the breaks are over.

My report on this place

goes to the SECNAV
at 0900 tomorrow.

I'm recommending that you
and your friends here at JAG

all be reassigned.

Reassigned?

You've all become

far too cliquish.

The interpersonal incest
that goes on around here

makes it impossible

for the chain of
command to function.

It was long overdue, Rabb.

You and I both know it.

Mrs. Hien, your account
with the Sunshine Brides

was credited money every time

a new shipment of
teenage girls comes in.

Now, you've worked
in these sweat shops,

when you first came
here four years ago

until you were old
enough to get married.

Your husband was charged money

to be introduced to you.

What I want to know

is why you still owe the
Sunshine Brides money.

Look, is this
secret so important

it's worth sending your husband

to prison to protect it?

When I came here, I
work in sewing factory,

same as those girls.

And one day this lady...

She call herself...

Mother?

Yes.

She take picture of me

and she tell me that
I look pretty enough

to marry off to American.

Then she tell me she
bring my sister over

and we can be family again.

My parents are dead
and my sister is only 13.

She have no one.

To file paper to try to
get her transferred legally

takes years,

and I just feel
if I take too long

that she will die, too.

So you had your husband
pay for shipping containers.

She have us do it that way

so that it won't
trace back to her.

But she say it's not enough,

and she bring my sister over,

but she keep from us.

Every time she make us
pay for another container,

she lower ransom
I must work off.

Where did the $5,000 they found
in the warehouse come from?

It was all that we have.

Bao try to go to the
warehouse to make her offer.

To try to get my sister.

Your sister was there?

Agent Roizman.

Hey, Commander.

Thought the Navy had just about

closed the book
on the Hien case.

Just about, but not quite.

I have some additional
information for you.

Does it come with a price tag?

Well, this time we
both get what we want.

There is this woman
who calls herself Mother.

Yeah, we know about Mother.

Her real name's Pham Ta.

She's managed to keep

the stink of all this
of herself though.

We haven't been able
to tie her to any of it.

This is your Holy Grail.

What is it you want from me?

INS!

What is this?

Pham Ta, you're under arrest.

Get her out of here.

Are you Nam Ha?

You Nam Ha?

No, it's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, I'm going
to be honest with you.

I've been under
increasing pressure

to recommend that you
go straight to court-martial.

Yes, sir.

You should have told me
why you did it, Lieutenant.

You should have told me
about your wife's little sister.

I knew if I had
gone to the police,

the INS would have found Nam Ha

and sent her back to Hanoi.

Well, it might interest
you to know, Lieutenant,

the INS has arrested the woman
who owns the Sunshine Brides.

She's admitted she blackmailed
you into doing what you did.

And I have a deal for you,

if you choose to accept it.

You take Non-Judicial
Punishment,

a letter of reprimand
and a pay cut

and you can go
back to active duty

flying helicopters.

Yes, sir.

The civil authorities
have also agreed

not to press charges
against your wife.

She has a little
sister to raise.

Is that...?

Nam Ha.

The INS is willing to overlook

the way she came
into the country.

She's eligible to stay.

I don't know what to say.

I'm sure you'll
think of something.