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Where is he now?

Just inside the "no fly" zone, CAG.

Whistler. CAG.
Bracket right. Maintain angels 15.

I'm gonna go down
and try to nudge our friend

back to Serbian airspace.

Roger that.

This ought to be interesting.

Fire warning light!
Fire warning light! Right turbine!

Smoke in the cockpit!
I'm losing pressure!

Punch out! Punch out!

I've got the RIO's chute, CAG!

Stay with him.
I'm keeping my eye on the Hind.

The bastard! He's strafing them!

He's strafing them in their chutes!

What you are now seeing

is exclusive footage
of a Serb Hind helicopter

being downed by U.S. Navy fighters

over the Bosnian "no fly" zone.

A Navy TOMCAT was also lost
in this incident.

The fate of its pilot
and radar intercept officer are unknown.

That Hind didn't get a TOMCAT.

No. The TOMCAT
had a catastrophic failure

and exploded as the crew ejected.

Did the CAG know that or did he think
the Hind was responsible?

He knew it. He destroyed the Hind

he claims because
it was strafing our boys in their chutes.

- Bastards.
- The Serbs deny it.

They claim the Hind
was approaching to render assistance.

We're not taking
their word over the CAG's?

No. But state's conducting
an investigation

and their only interest
is keeping their peace agreement intact.

This downing could break the accord

and the CAG could
get caught in the middle

and be sacrificed in the name of peace.

- When do we leave, sir?
- As soon as we light up. Please.

- Wife have a baby, sir?
- Not that I know of.

This just came over
from the Secretary of the Navy.

Congratulations,
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Sure makes me wish you were around
when I got my promotion, Lieutenant.

Mr Rabb!
It's good to have you back aboard, sir!

It's good to be here, Chief!
This is Lieutenant JG Austin.

Ma'am. The skipper's expecting you.
If you'll follow me.

You still miss it, don't you, sir?

Only when I'm back on board.

Or see a jet, shaving in the morning,

in my dreams,
eating a pizza, watching a movie.

You know, the CAG
has a habit of speaking his mind, sir.

It's the sort of thing
that can be taken the wrong way,

if you know what I'm saying.

It's also the sort of thing
that inspires trust in his men, Chief.

Yes, sir, it most certainly does.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant JG Austin

reporting as ordered, sir!

As soon as we're done launching,

bring us back to a heading
at two-five-zero.

Stand at ease.

Congratulations on the promotion,
Lieutenant Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Under any other circumstances,
I'd say it's good to see you.

I concur, sir.
Any word yet on the TOMCAT crew?

No sign of them near the crash site
and nothing from their survival radios.

- But we haven't given up hope.
- No, sir.

Now, the CAG and his RIO
are on the 03 level

in the officer's ward room.

We'll be needing
separate quarters for our interview, sir.

You aren't suggesting that those men
would alter their stories, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Separate interviews is SOP.

And under the circumstances,

I think it's best
if we do things by the book.

We wouldn't wanna
give anyone an excuse

to question our findings, Skipper.

- Anyone being the State Department.
- Then you're aware of the situation, sir?

Painfully, Commander. Painfully.

Dismissed.

I guess they'll give anyone
an extra half-stripe these days.

- Yes, sir.
- At ease.

Captain Boone. Lieutenant JG Austin.

My RIO, Lieutenant Arnoldi.

Let's get this over with.

I expect you wanna
interview us separately.

Yes, sir.

There's an empty office
through that hatch. Lieutenant.

Follow me, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry we have to go through this, sir.

You're not apologising
for being a lawyer,

are you, Commander?

No, sir.

When Painter ejected,

they were in a wings level position.

But by the time Whistle went out,
they'd inverted.

He ejected straight down.

- Tanks blew as he went out.
- So he was caught in the flames?

It wasn't flames, Lieutenant.
It was a fireball.

His chute wasn't burning, though.
I do know that.

It was fully deployed and I followed him
until we went after the Hind.

When did you see the Hind?

I never lost sight of him.

He was carrying S5 rockets.

One of those'll ruin your day
if you're not watching.

- Did he fire rockets at the chutes?
- No.

That'd be over-kill even for the Serbs.
He used his guns.

So you saw the Hind
fire at Lieutenant Painter?

Yes, ma'am.

- You're absolutely certain?
- I'm positive.

When I saw him firing on my men,
I took him out.

And I would do it again.
Peace treaty or no.

- That's not at issue here, CAG.
- The hell it's not.

The Serbs are gonna
try to use this to break up the treaty.

We cannot let the politics
of the moment dictate our conduct

when we're put into a combat situation.

We tried that once. In Vietnam.

I know, sir.

The CAG and Commander Rabb
are requested on the navigation bridge.

What's up, Skipper?

Lieutenant Entwhistle's body
was recovered by Serbian forces.

- Damn.
- I'm sorry, sir.

- Did you know him, Lieutenant?
- No, sir.

I'll request an autopsy in Naples
before the body is sent home.

If there's any evidence he was shot,
this investigation will be over, sir.

What about Painter?

Nothing so far.
But that isn't all of it, gentlemen.

This just came in from CINCFAIRMED.

They didn't even wait
for your report, Commander.

- No, sir. They didn't.
- What is it?

Politics, Lieutenant.

I'm to report to Naples
for a general court-martial.

Some conversations
are best left lawyer-to-lawyer, sir.

What sort of conversations
would those be?

Exploratory ones, sir,
where we feel each other out

and see what kind of case
the other side has.

Well, it's my SIX on the line,
Commander. I'm sitting in.

Very well, sir.

But follow my lead and remember,
I do the talking.

Well, now,
how could I forget that, Commander?

You are the lawyer.

I'm requesting an autopsy
on Lieutenant Entwhistle.

- Already been ordered. By me.
- Then you'll agree

that if the autopsy produces evidence
of bullet wounds

- you'll drop the charges?
- I'm not making any promises.

The violation of a cease-fire is
an extremely serious matter.

They are the violators.
They were shooting at my men!

If they were,
and there's no evidence to support that,

who ordered you to shoot back?

No one. I did it on my own initiative.

And who gave you
the right to do that, Captain?

The Navy,
the day they handed me my command!

CAG, we'll argue this in court. Not here.

No lawyer's going to tell me
how to exercise my command!

Sir, with all due respect,
keep your mouth shut.

- By-the-book lawyering, Commander?
- It's the only kind I know how, ma'am.

I doubt that.

In any case, you're aware
I cannot initiate a pre-trial agreement.

- Is she talking deal?
- She can't, sir.

In the military,
only the accused and his lawyers

can initiate such conversations.

Since military personnel
are accustomed to following orders

if the Commander suggested a deal,
you might feel compelled to accept it.

That'd be the day.

I don't believe the captain
feels compelled to follow anything

but his own instincts.

You're baiting him, Commander.
And that's out of line.

If I were you,
talking hypothetically, of course,

I'd be asking for a deal.

I'm not.

But since we're talking hypothetically,
what would that deal be?

CAG resigns, admits his responsibility,
court martial never happens.

You can go to hell.

Hypothetically.

I can't suggest that my client
accept responsibility

for something where he is not at fault.

Then you'd be giving him
very bad advice.

Well, I respect your opinion,
Commander,

but the answer is no. Good day.

Commander.

- What they say is true.
- What's that, ma'am?

You're a cowboy.

No, ma'am. I'm just another JAG lawyer
who considers it an honour

to oppose you in a court martial.

See if you still feel honoured
after it's over, Commander.

Sir!

Commander Krennick has a reputation

for being the best prosecutor
in the Navy.

Well, that isn't what worries me.

She was dancing
a fast track in Washington.

State must be applying
major pressure for a conviction

for her to even be here.

Harm, tell me something.

- Are you giving up on me?
- You know better than that, CAG.

I'm just afraid
you may already be convicted.

I'm going to be judged
by line officers. Is that right?

- Yes, sir. Captains and above.
- That's good enough for me.

They won't be judging you
in a vacuum, sir.

They have careers, too.

Lieutenant, if there's one thing
in the Navy I have faith in

it's the integrity of her officers.

Harm! Hey, Harm!

Which is more than I can say
for journalists.

Well, good to see you again, Harm!

- CAG, you, too!
- Mr DePalma.

Yeah.
Hey, congratulations on the promotion.

I don't think we've been introduced.
I'm Chuck DePalma, Aerobureau.

Meg Austin.
That was quite a report you filed.

- Well, I'm glad you saw it.
- Where were you?

From what I saw,
getting that footage took a lot of guts.

Well, you know,
whatever it takes to get a story.

And Mr DePalma's quite a reporter.

He even took a flight
with me once to get a story.

Please! Don't remind me!

I mean, I might throw up again
just thinking about it.

Look, how about
an exclusive interview, CAG?

- My lawyers don't want me speaking.
- Harm, talk to the man.

You know
cases aren't tried in the courts anymore.

They're tried in the press. And I'm here

to let you put the best
possible light on things.

The only people
whose judgment I care about

are my fellow officers
in the United States Navy.

Wow.

Man, look, you know,

you wouldn't mind
saying that on tape, please?

How'd you get that footage, Chuck?

Well, you know, it's just a matter

of being in the right place
at the right time.

- Sign of a good journalist, really.
- Did you see the Hind firing?

No. No, we were just shooting
B-roll of the countryside

when the Hind
came up from behind a ridge

and exploded in a big ball of flames.

Yeah. They only showed
the explosion on the news.

Was there more?

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't go asking for it, Lieutenant.

That's against network policy.

Come on. I'm sure there are exceptions.

Well, given the right circumstances,
yeah.

Why don't we talk about
what those circumstances might be.

Knock it off, Lieutenant!
Good day, Mr DePalma.

Yes, all right. Good day.
Look, we can talk over dinner.

Yeah, right, well, nice to see you.

Lieutenant, do not ever
disgrace your uniform like that again.

- Sir, I was just...
- I know what you were doing.

With all due respect, sir,
you do not know what I was doing!

You thought you did
but you thought wrong.

- Permission to be excused, sir.
- Granted.

Lieutenant Austin is straight up, sir.

All she would have done
was try to get Mr DePalma

to give us the tape.

Harm, I don't like the way
you people fight.

You don't have to, sir.
All you have to do is stay out of our way.

Captain Thomas Boone.

You are accused of violating
a lawful general order,

Article 92
of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

How do you plead?

The accused pleads
not guilty, Your Honour.

Very well. Please be seated.

Commander Krennick, you...

Who is the suit?

Those are...

Wouldn't just be well-dressed reporters
back there, would they?

- We're closed to the press, sir.
- I'm afraid they're from State, CAG.

Commander Krennick,
you may proceed.

Thank you.

Your Honour,
members of the court martial.

I come here today,
with a sad and heavy heart.

The officer against whom
I must prefer charges

has distinguished himself
time and again

during a long naval career.

Here comes the knife.

But an order to Captain Boone
carries the same weight

as one to the freshest
young sailor in our Navy.

When Captain Boone opened fire
without provocation,

he disobeyed a lawful order.

It's as simple and final as that.
He took upon himself

a decision that rests solely
with the Commander-in-Chief

the decision when to
commit United States forces

to military action.

When you hear the facts,
you will have no choice in this matter

but to find Captain Boone guilty.

You may call your first witness,
Commander Krennick.

Commander Dooley,

did you perform an autopsy on
the remains of Lieutenant Entwhistle?

- Yes, ma'am.
- And can you tell us

the cause
of Lieutenant Entwhistle's death?

- No, not with any certainty.
- Why is that, Commander?

Lieutenant Entwhistle
suffered multiple traumas

as a result of the accident.

Any one of them could have been
responsible for his death.

Elaborate, please.

The flames that generated
from the explosion of his TOMCAT

were such that the Lieutenant suffered
severe third-degree burns

over three-quarters of his body.

This alone would most likely
have resulted in death.

In addition, however,

I found shrapnel embedded
in the Lieutenant's remains.

Did you determine
the source of the shrapnel?

Metallurgic analysis
confirms that it came from the aircraft.

Can you describe for the court

the nature of the injuries
caused by the shrapnel?

The shrapnel ruptured

Lieutenant Entwhistle's stomach
and chest, severing two arteries.

Commander, based upon
your experience

as a forensic pathologist

do you have an opinion as to whether
these shrapnel injuries would be fatal?

Yes. In my opinion,
death would have been instantaneous.

Commander Dooley,
you've described for the court

a lengthy examination.

During this examination,

did you find any evidence
of bullet wounds?

- No, I did not.
- None whatsoever?

None, ma'am.

Your witness, Commander.

Commander, from what
you've just described

Lieutenant Entwhistle
suffered significant internal injuries.

- Is that correct?
- That's correct. Yes.

In fact, Commander, isn't it true

that some of
Lieutenant Entwhistle's internal organs

were not recovered?

Also correct, Commander.

And isn't it true that the internal organs
you did recover were so badly damaged

it would be impossible to determine
if a bullet passed through the organs?

Yes. That's true.

So, given the condition
of the body, Commander,

isn't it true that a number of bullets

could have penetrated
without detection?

Objection, Your Honour.

Commander Rabb's question
is ambiguous.

"A number" is very imprecise.

Sustained.
Be more specific, Commander Rabb.

Yes, Your Honour.

Commander, could two bullets
have passed through undetected?

- Yes.
- What about three bullets, Commander?

Possibly, but not likely.

So at least two slugs
could have hit Lieutenant Entwhistle

- without leaving a trace?
- Yes.

How many slugs
could have missed, Commander?

- Missed?
- Your Honour, I object.

There is no way for
Commander Dooley to ascertain

how many bullets
may have missed a body.

I withdraw the question, Your Honour.
The Commander is correct.

There is no way
for any of us to determine

how many rounds
fired by the Hind missed.

No further questions.

That was brilliant, Harm.

Well, I don't know about that,
but it was a start.

Listen, you two,
you sound like a couple of nuggets

who just shot a hole in a tow target.

You're right, CAG,
we didn't do much damage.

- And you're right. It was a start.
- Captain? We need to talk.

- Naval officer to naval officer.
- Not without his attorneys present.

- I'll see you later.
- CAG, you can't do this!

The hell I can't.
You're dismissed, Commander.

You, too, Lieutenant.

- I'm listening, Commander.
- I just received intelligence

that the regular Serb army
is poised across the border.

I didn't know they gave
that kind of info to lawyers.

I got it straight from State.

- Well, then it must be true.
- You're a warrior, CAG.

If this thing blows up into a shooting war

those are your men going up in the air.

I know that better than you.

Sometimes, a warrior
has to fall on his sword

for the good of the cause.

Hardest thing a warrior has to do.

You're asking me to resign
for the good of the Navy?

State believes they can diffuse this
if you admit you made a mistake.

- They were shooting at my men.
- I believe you.

- But you're still going to prosecute?
- Lf it'll stop us from going to war, yes.

- That's the wrong reason, Commander.
- Is it?

- I'll sleep on it.
- I knew you would.

The Teddy Roosevelt
pulled in this afternoon.

She'll be relieving
the Seahawk off Bosnia, Friday.

But it's not
politically correct to call a ship

"she" anymore, isn't it?

You don't have to worry about
being politically correct with me, sir.

What did it feel like, Harm,

knowing you'd never
fly off a carrier again?

It was terrible.

Until I found another way to serve.

You're a young man.
A lot easier to adjust.

It wasn't easy, CAG.

No, I'm sure it wasn't.

I wonder how it's going to feel
flying drunken tourists to Vegas?

What did Commander Krennick
say to you, sir?

She says the Bosnian Serbs
are going to use my action

to blow off the peace treaty.

It could lead to an all out Balkan war
with us in the middle.

She had no right
to approach you like that, CAG.

Hell, I'd lay down my life for my men,
why not my career?

I'd rather see you leave that
to the seven line officers

than one scared JAG lawyer, sir.

You think she's scared?

Well, she wouldn't
be talking to you if she wasn't.

I know Commander Krennick's
reputation, sir.

She'll use any tactic to win.

Put me in the air, Harm,
I know how to read these things.

That's why I'm here, sir.
To provide the read.

Just don't use tea leaves, now.

I saw Lieutenant Entwhistle's
chute deploy

and I followed him down
until we made the run on the Hind.

Did you see the Hind
before you were attacked?

Yes, ma'am.
I saw it firing on the chutes.

- You're sure, Lieutenant?
- I'm absolutely certain.

No further questions.

How many patrols
have you flown over Bosnia, Lieutenant?

- Five.
- Was the CAG your pilot in all five?

- Yes, he was.
- That's quite an honour.

An extreme honour.

Lieutenant, would you mind
turning your chair

to face the monitor?

Is this an accurate representation
of the various aircraft positions

when Lieutenants Painter
and Entwhistle ejected?

Yes, it is.

First Lieutenant Painter ejected,
then the aircraft rolled to port

and Lieutenant Entwhistle
ejected from an inverted position.

- Is that correct?
- Affirmative.

You follow Lieutenant Entwhistle's chute

until the CAG turned abruptly starboard,
to destroy the Hind.

- Affirmative.
- What did the Hind do?

- Broke into us as we came around.
- Did it fire on you?

No, ma'am.
The CAG was too quick for it.

He nailed them in the middle of the turn.

Was that a high-G turn?

Well, the G-meter pegs
at the max Gs pulled in any flight.

I saw it pegged at nine Gs

and since that snap turn

was the most violent manoeuvre
of the flight,

it had to be at nine Gs.

So, you were watching
Lieutenant Entwhistle's chute

when the CAG said
he saw the Hind firing.

He immediately executed a nine-G turn

in the middle of which
he blew the Hind away.

Yes, ma'am.
Except I saw the Hind firing also.

How did you do that, Lieutenant?

- Ma'am?
- You just testified

that you were watching
Lieutenant Entwhistle's chute

on the port side of your aircraft.

How did you see
the Hind firing on the starboard side?

Well, I must have seen it firing
as we turned.

But at that point you said it wasn't firing.

The CAG was too quick.

"Nailed them in the middle of the turn",
to use your words.

I repeat. How could you see
the Hind firing

if it was on
the starboard side of your plane

and you were looking to port?

The CAG said the Hind was firing

and immediately
executed a nine-G turn.

I believe you experienced
stagnant hypoxia

causing a grey-out
and your mind did the rest.

Objection. What the prosecutor believes
is irrelevant, Your Honour.

- Sustained.
- I withdraw the statement.

I wasn't having a grey-out.

I wasn't fixating on anyone in a chute.
I kept my eye on the target.

- The target being the Hind?
- Affirmative.

Why call it a target
if there had been no enemy action?

In the air, I consider
any military aircraft a potential target

unless it belongs to
the United States of America.

I see, you fought in Vietnam,
in the Gulf War.

You were even an advisor
to the Israelis.

- I fly where the Navy sends me.
- Ever been shot down, Captain?

June 14, 1967 over the Gulf of Tonkin.

- By whom, Captain?
- It was a friendly fire incident.

- In fact, you were mistaken for a MiG.
- So the pilot said.

- What were you flying at the time?
- An F-8B Crusader.

Does the Crusader's profile
look anything like that of a MiG?

- No, it does not.
- But that's what the pilot saw.

He was in enemy airspace.

And having encountered MiGs
earlier in the day

his brain turned
your Crusader into a MiG.

He was an Air Force pilot.

When you went up over Bosnia that day,
wasn't it with a sense of anticipation?

On the day my heart isn't pounding

when I'm sitting on that catapult,
that's the day I retire.

- You knew you might see action?
- I was nearly shot down

not more than 20 miles
from the current incident.

You're on full alert at all times?

Commander, I'm on full alert
flying over Oklahoma.

So there you are.
Flying in the same airspace

where you were attacked
only a few months ago.

Suddenly, your wingman has a fire,
and his plane explodes.

It's a terrible sight.

You wouldn't begin to know.

You want to do everything in your power
to help your men.

- But there's nothing you can do.
- Except remove the threat.

Exactly.
Your men are down. You're angry.

You're in a place where
you've been shot at before.

And you have to do something.

I did not attack the Hind
out of frustration!

I attacked it
because it was strafing my men!

I believe you, Captain.

I believe your mind told you
the Hind was firing

just as that Air Force pilot's mind
told him your crusader was a MiG.

Tragically, you both were wrong.

I can't say I think
much of your profession.

And I can't say I blame you.

There are times
I don't think much of it myself.

How bad is it?

Under ordinary circumstances,
they haven't proven their case.

But with the pressure
the State's exerting...

That's a panel
of naval line officers, mister.

I'm not saying they won't be fair, CAG.

But they're under as much
pressure as we are.

Well! Hello, hello, hello.

So, did you get the word?
That RIO, what's his name?

- Painter?
- Painter, right.

Well, the scuttlebutt is
his emergency beacon went off.

Has the rescue mission been launched?

No. There's not going to be
a rescue mission,

at least not until this trial's over.

What?

Washington's worried
that the whole thing's a trap.

They're waiting for confirmation.

What do they expect Painter to do?
Phone home?

- Where are you going, sir?
- I'm going out to the Seahawk

to climb all over the skipper's SIX.

You can't do that,
you're in the middle of a court martial.

I'm not going to abandon Painter.

You won't have to, sir.
I'll go to the Seahawk.

Lieutenant, I'm turning
the CAG's defence over to you.

- Me? Commander, I don't...
- What's the matter, Lieutenant?

You're afraid you can't handle him?

Yes, sir.

Well, you're going to
have to learn, Lieutenant.

I don't suppose I can report any of this?

Nah. Didn't think so.

You need to fly over the area
for your defence of the CAG?

- Yes, sir.
- And I'm supposed to approve this?

No, sir. I'm ordering it

as the JAG officer
in charge of the CAG's defence, sir.

Don't let that extra bar
go to your head, mister.

No, sir.

However, I've got a man
out there who may be hurt.

Washington won't let me go after him
without confirmation.

No, sir.

So, you've got
your overflight in a Sea Stallion.

Marines have been known
to jump out of them.

Of course,
they're highly trained and a touch crazy.

But so are some Navy lawyers I know.

Yes, sir!

You're going into heavy woods.
We can lift you out with a Penetrator

but if you can find a clearing,
that'd be better.

No scheduled flights?

The radio direction finder
will drop you right smack down

on whoever's sending that signal.

What if it's not Painter?

Just don't play the hero.

Prison's better than
a pine box, all right?

- I can rescue you from a prison.
- That's what I like about you Marines.

Always looking for a silver lining.

- We're close to where they went down.
- There's no sign of him.

- There he is!
- We're almost on top of him.

- Lf that's him.
- Well, there's only one way to find out.

Good luck, Harm.

- Morning, sir.
- Lieutenant,

- any word on Commander Rabb?
- No, sir.

Captain, I've been thinking.

If you believed
your men to be in danger,

that alone could justify
the action you took

even if you were mistaken, sir.

But I wasn't mistaken, Lieutenant.

Better a black mark on your record
than a conviction, sir.

If I made a mistake,

I should suffer the consequences,
Lieutenant. But I didn't.

I know, sir. And I believe you.

But sometimes discretion
is the better part of valour.

Lieutenant Austin, if I believed that

I would never catapult
off a carrier again.

Sir, you may never fly again if you don't.

- Lf I go down, I go down fighting.
- Sir.

I want to address that board.

You can't, sir. Only lawyers
can make closing arguments.

Can I be my own lawyer?

- Technically, sir, but I don't...
- Lieutenant, you're fired.

He fired me, sir,
and wishes to act as his own counsel.

Did you advise him
of the consequences of doing so?

I did, Your Honour.
In no uncertain terms.

This is highly unusual.

The CAG is
a highly unusual individual, sir.

Your Honour,

first, the senior defence
for the counsel doesn't appear

and now the defendant
wants to make the closing argument.

I don't know what their game is.
But you should not allow it.

Counsellor, I'll decide
what I should or should not allow.

Of course, Your Honour.
I didn't mean to imply otherwise.

But I hope Your Honour would agree

that this is not
in the defendant's best interest.

Or perhaps not in the prosecution's,
eh, Commander?

I'll allow it.

Lieutenant, I'm ordering you to serve
as legal advisor.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong?

This isn't a bullet wound.

No. I must have injured it
when I ejected.

Gentlemen, peace or war

may be hanging on
the outcome of this trial.

But that should not be
a factor in your decision

any more than Captain Boone's
exemplary record.

- Then why did she mention it?
- The guilt or innocence...

She's smart, sir.
Playing to the men in suits.

And what are the facts?
The Hind was destroyed. That is a fact.

Its five crewmen were killed.
That is a fact.

There were no bullet holes found in
Lieutenant Entwhistle's body.

That is a fact.

And the only
corroborating witness for the defence,

Lieutenant Arnoldi, could not possibly
have seen the Hind firing!

That is a fact.

And there, gentlemen, the facts end.

Captain Boone thought
he saw what he did not.

He made a mistake.
This is a mistake, gentlemen,

that the Navy cannot, not now, not ever,

allow to go unpunished.

Thank you.

The defence
may now address the court.

- She almost convinced me.
- Given up on us, Captain?

That'll be the day.

Gentlemen, since I am not a lawyer,

I'll be brief.

Good God,
we're dealing with Abe Lincoln.

I am a naval aviator
with 11,000 flying hours.

Nine hundred and eight of which
were in combat.

I know gunfire when I see it.
I did not imagine it.

The Hind was firing at my men
as they hung helpless in their chutes.

What I did,
I would do again without hesitation

even if doing so meant
ending my naval career.

God knows it is not a career
I wish to end.

That will happen soon enough.

But better that than to
break the sacred trust

between an officer
and those he commands

to do whatever is in his power
to protect them.

Not only when such action is obvious
or politically correct,

but even when it is sure
to be unpopular and questioned.

The day that I can no longer
live up to that trust,

you will not have to ask
for my resignation, gentlemen,

it'll be tendered without hesitation.

They're going to court-martial the CAG?

They say that Hind
was attempting to render

humanitarian assistance
when he blew it away.

- That'll be the day.
- Was it strafing you?

- Lf the CAG said they did, they did.
- Can you say they did?

I don't even remember going out.
After I pulled the handles, Harm,

all I remember is hanging in the trees.

Hell, I'll testify that
they were shooting at us.

You know you can't do that, Painter.

Can you make it?

I spotted a clearing
half a mile down slope.

Sorry.

It's okay.

We'll get the Marines
to pull us out of here.

Sir.

Ma'am.

Still no word
from Commander Rabb, sir.

- Lf Painter's alive, he'll find him.
- I hope so, sir.

Then even if the board finds you guilty,

Lieutenant Painter's testimony
can get it overturned on appeal.

Is that why you think
I'm worried about Painter, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

I just thought it would be
the icing on the cake.

- She's gone!
- Who, sir?

The Teddy Roosevelt.
Slipped away in the night.

One minute she's there,
the next minute she's over the horizon.

Sir. Ma'am.
The board is returning with a verdict.

Lieutenant, whatever the outcome,
you make a hell of a wingman.

- Thank you, sir.
- For a lawyer.

Move it out! Move it out,
gentlemen, come on!

Go! Go!

Let's go! Go! Let's go! Move. Move!

This board has reached a verdict.

A verdict which need not be
unanimous, nor is it.

Captain Thomas Boone,
by a majority of four to three

we find you not guilty.

This proceeding is at an end.

Captain Boone,
you are free to return to your command.

- Dismissed.
- Aye, aye, sir!

Captain!

Congratulations.
That was a brilliant closing argument.

- It was the truth.
- I know. That's why it was brilliant.

Perhaps now you can tell me
where Commander Rabb is?

Somewhere in Bosnia
trying to find Lieutenant Painter.

- He really is a cowboy.
- No, Commander.

He's a naval aviator

who knows what it means
to put it on the line.

Now let's get the hell
out of here and back to the action, huh?

Yes, sir.

Captain,

I'd like to go with you.

Why not, Commander?
You might learn something.

53's inbound.

There's Serbs everywhere.

There he is! Seahawk, we got him!

It's too thick!
We have to use the Penetrator!

Let's go! Hang on!

I got him!

No! Harm's down there!

Gobi One. Gobi Two.

We need help sweeping the area!

Gobi One. On our way.

All clear, Gobi Two.

You didn't think
we'd leave him behind, did you, sailor?

There he is! There he is! Drop down!

Hang on, Harm! We got you, buddy!

Seahawk, this is Gobi One.

We have our cargo
and we're heading home.

CAG.

Gobi Two. Request permission
to come aboard.

Hold it.

It's about time you got back.

I took a long weekend
in the mountains, sir.

Well, next time
you ask my permission first.

Aye, sir.

Carry on!

Harm!

Well?

- Well, what, sir?
- What was the verdict?

Amazingly, it was four to three.

- Not guilty.
- It should have been unanimous.

This is part of Painter's chute.

I'll be damned.

12.7 millimetre.

Standard ammunition on a Soviet Hind.

I'd love to see the faces
of the three officers

who voted guilty
when they hear about this.

No way of knowing who they are.

- I know who they are.
- You do?

Hell, yes, I do.

How would he know?

He's the CAG!