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What the hell is it, doctor?

Don't know yet. Probably something
from the mess hall.

I just hope it isn't botulism.

Get those people over to
the VA hospital now.

In town?
Some of them are prisoners.

They're trustees.

Now, if you're finished
questioning me,

they need care
and this infirmary is maxed.

Yes, ma'am. On my way now.

Hey, hey. I'll take him.
He's a buddy of mine.

It's all right.
Hey, Skeeter, are you okay?

Oh, I know you're not okay.
Let's get you out of here.

- I'm dying here.
- I got another one down here.

Something wrong, Bones?

Not anymore.

Corpsman?

- Corpsman.
- Watch him.

- I got you.
- Escape.

- I've got you.
- Escape.

- Escape. Escape, prisoner.
- Okay, you're going.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

- Leave it to the Marines.
- Most people do.

First on the beach
and first to break out of Groton Brig.

No one's ever broken out of Groton.

You're not kidding.

My God. This Magida must be
one resourceful Marine.

When you're done Semper Fi-ing,

can you point me
in the direction of the Billings file?

The admiral's got a bug up
his six about the appeal.

I think it's over there.

- Pretrial agreement,
the military judge must ensure

that the entire agreement
complies with...? With?

Big test tonight.

Here's the brief you wanted, ma'am.

Thanks, Bud.

R.C.M. 910-F-4.

Ma'am?

The military judge must ensure
that the entire agreement

complies with R.C.M. 910-F-4.

That's it. R.C.M. 910-F-4.

I mean, yes, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

R.C.M. 910-F-4.

You think he'll pass?

- Pretrial agreement,

the military judge must make sure
the entire agreement complies with...

- By your leave, sir.
- R.C.M. 910-F-4.

How do you find anything in here?
It's like a free-fire zone.

I know exactly where everything is

except the Billings file.
Yeah, I don't believe this.

Only one guy escapes from
Groton Brig in a hundred years

and they don't tell us how.

He created a medical emergency.
Spiked the water supply

with a home-grown bacteria
that mimicked botulism.

It overwhelmed the prison infirmary
and he escaped in the confusion.

Could you be a little more specific
with your directions, Mac?

Try over there.

How did he know
how to grow the culture?

Biology correspondence courses.

He knew
the emergency-response plan

evacuated trustees
to the local VA hospital.

So he pretended he was sick,
punched out a corpsman in the ER

and walked out in the guy's clothes.

Clever boy.

He's a spy.
Twenty years for espionage.

Yeah, he handed
classified information

to an Israeli Mossad agent
in Tel Aviv.

Billings, Arthur.

Be sure to put it back
where you got it.

Corporal Fletcher from
the provost marshal's office

with documents
for Admiral Chegwidden.

No one said you were coming.

Oh, that figures.

It's been like a zoo in the office
all day.

Fine by me.

- Sir, a courier from the PMO is here.
- Send him in.

Ask Commander Rabb
if he intends to talk to me

about the Billings appeal
before taps.

Yes, sir. You're on, corporal.

Commander Rabb?

Sir, Corporal Magida
reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, corporal.
This is an office, not a parade deck.

Unlock your briefcase.
Hand me the documents.

I'll sign the release and you can go.

- Something wrong, corporal?
- You don't remember me, do you, sir?

No, I don't, corporal.

Why don't you refresh my memory?

"Corporal Magida,
this court martial finds you

guilty of the charge of espionage.

You are sentenced to forfeit
all pay and allowances.

To be reduced to the rank of private,
to be confined for 20 years,

and to be dishonourably discharged
from the United States Marine Corps."

You remember now, sir?

I remember.

All I ever wanted
was to be a Marine, sir.

That's all I cared about from the time
I could say Semper Fi.

You're going back into custody,
private.

Put down the phone, sir.

Put down that weapon, private.

Sir. Corporal, sir.

I am a corporal.
My stripes were taken illegally, sir.

That was an order, private.

With all due respect,
I'm giving you the orders, sir.

Put down that phone.

Tiner, did the admiral really say
he wanted to see me

before taps
or were you embellishing?

Yeomen don't embellish, sir.

Admiral, Commander Rabb
is here to see you

about the Billings appeal.

I don't think anyone else
should come in here, sir.

Tell Commander Rabb
today's meeting

was about Clawson, not Billings.

I'll see him when he brings in
the Clawson file.

Clawson?

I guess he changed his mind, sir.

Admiral's privilege.

All right, private,
what the hell is this about?

You set me up, sir.

- Set you up?
- Yes, sir.

I want a statement in writing
that you and the government

sent an innocent
Marine to Groton Brig.

You were charged, prosecuted
and convicted on evidence, private.

Corporal.

I had to buy these chevrons
in a surplus store, sir.

But they should have never been
taken away.

I will not address you
by improper rank, private,

nor am I gonna admit to something
I didn't do.

Then we have a problem, sir.

How? Think, Marine,
you are out of options.

I'm not gonna give you a statement.
You've got nothing.

I have a two-star admiral, sir.

That's gotta be worth something.

Mac, do you got
a Clawson case file?

I never heard of it.

Clawson? Sounds familiar,
but I can't quite place it. Why?

The admiral wants to discuss it.

- I thought he wanted to see Billings.
- He did.

Well, there's no Clawson case
pending appeal.

That's because
it's in Saint Louis, ma'am.

- How do you know?
- It's in my study guide, sir.

Clawsons, Robert.
CGM case number 620.

The first time that post-traumatic
stress was used as a defence.

Defence for what?

Some Korean POW
took his CO hostage.

Get everyone out of Ops.

- Did I miss something?
- The admiral's being held hostage.

- What?
- Yeah.

Calls me in to talk about Billings
and changes his mind.

Wanted to discuss a case about
a CO taken hostage 40 years ago.

- Forty-five, sir.
- Whatever.

Get them out of there.

This is Commander Rabb.
Get security to Ops, ASAP.

- What now?
- Now you write the statement, sir.

I'm not gonna be party to a lie,
private.

I want my transcript
from the court martial, sir.

We're gonna go over it,
word for word

until we find out exactly why
I've spent the last eight years

in Groton Brig for something
that I did not do, sir.

Your records are in Saint Louis.

If you can get Clawson's
and Billings', you can get mine.

Wait a minute.

You told your yeoman you wanted
to talk to Commander Rabb

about a Billings appeal.

But then you told the commander
you wanted to talk about...

...the Clawson case.

What is the Clawson case about,
sir?

Private Clawson
took his CO hostage.

You set me up again,
didn't you, sir?

Come on, Let's go.
Forget it. Just go.

Go, go, go. Come on.

Are you sure about this, ma'am?

No, but Commander Rabb is.

Security is on its way.
The game is over, private.

You don't know that.

You only hope
Commander Rabb is smart enough

to figure out
what "Clawson" means.

The commander will figure it out.
He's the best there is.

Now, give me your weapon.

You ever killed
a human being, private?

No, sir. But I've had eight years
to get ready, sir.

Send for my files, now, sir.
If you please.

Okay, everybody's out.

Commander Rabb's waiting
in the elevator for security.

- Right.
- Tiner.

Get Tiner back here.

Petty Officer Tiner?

Where'd he go?

Probably evacuated
by your fellow Marines and security,

who by now, I imagine,
are right outside that door, private.

Corporal, sir.

- Corporal Magida.
- Not in my Navy.

Anything?

The admiral called for
Yeoman Tiner twice. Then nothing.

Tiner, when was the last time you...?

Sir.

You all right, admiral?

Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Rabb,
but this private's got a problem.

- Wait.
- Wait, hell. Get it over with.

I'll shoot the admiral.

Lieutenant, back your men off. Now.

I thought you were a man of action.

- Not with your life, sir.
- Get your hands off of me.

Not until the lieutenant
and the major join us.

Don't do it. That is an order.

- If you don't, I'll shoot him.
- Damn it, this has gone far enough.

Whoever he is, admiral,
he isn't worth dying over. Please, sir.

You won't be the only one I shoot,
admiral.

Lieutenant, major, over here now.

What do you want?

The truth.

He wants the truth
with a weapon in his hand?

The admiral's right.
Whatever your gripe is,

no one's gonna listen to you
at gunpoint.

I don't have a choice, sir.

Everybody, back slowly
into the admiral's office.

Come on.

Commander,
I am Corporal Jason Magida,

United States Marine Corps,
89565507.

I want all evidence and material
and transcripts

- relating to my court martial.
- Don't you do it, Mr. Rabb.

If you don't, sir, I will kill them all.

I swear to you, sir. Close the door.

I could have dropped him, sir.

I couldn't afford to take that chance,
lieutenant.

You saw him. He's volatile as hell.

Get the Special Response Team
here ASAP.

Sir, my men can handle this.

With respect to you and your men,
lieutenant,

SRT is specifically trained
to handle hostage rescue.

Are you?

No, sir.

- Tiner?
- Sir.

I want you to get me everything
you can on Corporal Jason Magida.

- Eight-four-nine...
- 675507.

A good yeoman
memorizes numbers, sir.

That he does, Tiner. Yeah.

Corporal Magida, this is
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Corporal Magida?

I have nothing to say
until you deliver my transcripts, sir.

- Listen, private...
- I respect you, sir.

Why can't you call me
by my proper rank?

Because your correct rank
is private. And l...

Where did you grow
the bacteria culture?

In the prison filtration plant.

My job was to maintain water purity
for the disciplinary barracks.

Didn't do a very good job
with the purity part of it, did you?

No, ma'am. I guess not.

You got here fast.

It's not far from Connecticut.

Sit, please.

Ma'am.

Admiral. Lieutenant.

You too, please.

Please.

Your move, private.

We wait, sir.

The commander
isn't gonna get your files.

You're always right, aren't you, sir?

Every order, every command,
perfect.

Have you ever made
a wrong decision, sir?

Because you are wrong about me
and it's cost me my life.

Commander, the Pentagon said

Magida's court records are
sealed, sir.

Classified top-secret.

Why would a court martial
be top-secret?

I don't know, sir.

Is there someone I can call
to get them unsealed, sir?

No. There's someone I can.

Answer it, Clayton.
People are starting to look.

Sorry, Mother.

It's all right, dear.

Your father gave me years of practice
for this sort of thing.

- Webb here.
- Hello, Webb.

Commander Rabb.
I should have known.

I have to take this, Mother.
I'll be right back.

As long as you're in time
for the waltz.

You know how I feel about waltzes.

Sounds like
I'm interrupting something.

What do you want, Rabb?

A favour.

Now, why in God's name
would I do you a favour?

Because if you don't,
someone's going to leak to Congress

that a certain special assistant
from State

was involved in staging the theft
of the Declaration of Independence.

You must be in the deep stuff
to resort to blackmail, Rabb.

The deepest.

Doesn't look any deeper
than usual in here.

- Got them?
- I got them.

And I'm never gonna let you
forget it.

Where is he?

He's still holding everyone hostage
in the admiral's office.

You know,
there was not even a mention

of his being court-martialled
in his service record.

When they seal a record,
they seal everything.

Who's they?

The CIA.

Corporal Magida?

This is Commander Rabb.

The transcript of your trial is here.

Well, I guess you can be wrong,
can't you, sir?

Leave them six feet
in front of the door, sir.

I have shown good faith
by getting you the transcript.

As a gesture of your good faith,
let one of the officers go in exchange.

Corporal?

After I get the transcript,
I'll let someone go.

Think he'll do it?

- What do we stand to lose?
- Stand by, private.

Corporal, your records are here.

Lieutenant, bring the records
into the room, please.

You made a promise, corporal.

The lieutenant can join you

as soon as he brings
the records in the room, sir.

Me?

A major's worth more
than a lieutenant.

The corporal said
you could join us, Bud.

I can't leave, sir.

Naval tradition demands that sailors
do not abandon their shipmates.

Get out here, Bud.

Sorry, sir.

Good man, lieutenant.

Now that you've got them,
what do you intend to do with them?

Figure out how I was framed.

How?

Perhaps Private Magida
is a jailhouse lawyer

in addition to being
a jailhouse biologist.

I don't need to be a lawyer, sir.
I have three lawyers right here.

- I'm not really a...
- We're gonna have a trial.

We have the evidence.
We have the transcripts.

And I have the lawyers.

And who are we gonna try?

Me.

You're gonna be the prosecutor,
ma'am.

Lieutenant,
you're going to be the judge.

Me?

And you, admiral,
you will defend me.

Go right ahead, sir.

All right. You know the drill.

Let's do it.

- Sir, request permission...
- Sit.

Yes, sir.

You know, I'm not really
qualified to be a judge.

I'm not even a lawyer. I mean,
I hope to be one day, but l...

Are you fair? Are you honest?

I try to be. My mom was very good
at teaching family values.

My sister Winnie, that's a nickname
for Winnifred, she said...

Sit, lieutenant,
before you get us all shot.

I trust you, sir. Please, sit down.

This court martial will come to order.

Math, 95th percentile.
Electronics, 92nd percentile.

Science, 98th percentile.

With ASVABs like this,
Magida could have picked

any career path he wanted.

He was on a waiting list for
the Enlisted Commissioning Program.

Who is this guy?

And why was he involved
with the CIA?

Webb?

No.

I've done all I'm gonna do
for one favour.

And unlike some people,
I have a private life.

"Thanks for all the trouble
you went to, Clay."

Thanks for all the trouble
you went to, Clay.

I hope she's worth it, Webb.

Oh, she is.

Believe me, she is.

Lonetree.
Why did that Marine Lonetree spy?

- What did he do it for?
- Love.

Corporal Clayton Lonetree sold out
his country for the love of a woman.

Imagine. Captain Gayle Osborne,
Special Response Team.

- Sir.
- We'll be taking over now, son.

Are those the blueprints
to the building?

Yes, sir.

Harm?

This is the room
they're occupying, sir.

You know who that is, Rabb?

Said his name was Captain
Osborne, Special Response Team.

Sometimes. But he used to be CIA.

You'd better get a body bag ready.

You should have taken him out
while you had the chance,

but then you wouldn't
have left me any fun.

I will not stand by
and see that Marine killed.

What do you care?
Magida's a psycho.

Holding the three people
you're probably closest to

in the world hostage.

You should be happy
to see him dead.

What are you doing
back here anyway, Webb?

- I thought you had a lady waiting?
- Yeah, well...

Maybe I don't wanna see that kid
dead either.

Well, I'll be damned.

Oh, don't try to bond with me, Harm.
I'll get sick.

You take your men outside
and cover the windows.

I'll call you on TAC-1
if I need you.

Yes, sir.

All right, you heard him, men.
Let's cover all the exits.

All right, Marshall, Jones.

I have sworn statements from two
embassy political officers stating that...

Political officers, they were CIA, sir.
Everybody knew that.

- To an Israeli Mossad agent
by the name of

- Objection.
- Malka Dayan.

Sir?

This Marine's proper rank
is private, not corporal.

They were letters, sir.

Letters. Malka lied.
I gave her letters, sir.

Exhibit nine: Two top-secret reports
detailing the United States' plans...

The video of her interrogation is here.
Play it. She's lying.

- The defendant gave
to Malka Dayan.

Play it. You'll see that she's lying.

Order, please. Order.

I was a bad Marine, sir.

I admit it.

I fell for an Israeli national
and you're not supposed to do that.

But I am not a bad American, sir.
I am not a spy.

Photographs of the defendant
with Malka Dayan.

It was a love letter. Not reports.

Admiral,
aren't you gonna defend me?

If you don't like my defence,
get yourself another lawyer.

Sir, I know that two wrongs
don't make a right.

But if I can clear
these espionage charges,

then maybe what I'm doing here
won't be so bad.

What you're doing
is as bad as it gets, private.

I'm waiting for a ruling, Mr. Roberts.

My client's proper rank is private.
Sustained or overruled?

- Defend me, sir.
- Order.

Order in the court, please. Order.

Sorry, sir. L...

Sir, will you and the major
please approach the bench?

This is called a sidebar.

You have 30 seconds.

Sir, please.

- He has a gun.
- I don't care if he's got a tank.

No son of a bitch
is taking over my office.

You gonna kill an admiral,
private?

Because if you are, do it.
I am tired of this game.

I will, sir.

Jason Magida.

This is SRT Captain Gayle Osborne.

Gayle Osborne?

How's it going in there, Jason?

What the hell did you do, son?

Nothing, sir.

That's what I've been trying
to tell you. I didn't do anything.

I've been asked to help out
with this situation.

Make sure no one gets hurt.

Jason? Jason?

Where's Commander Rabb?

Commander Rabb's asked me
to speak to you, Jason.

See, I need to know
that all the people

you're holding hostage are all right.

Could you have them all
call out their name to me?

Would you do that, son?

I won't speak to anyone
but Commander Rabb.

The target is five feet from the door.

In the right hand corner of the room.

Now, you stay calm, Jason.

We're getting Commander Rabb
for you.

He was there two minutes ago.

He's coming, Jason.

Is there anything else
you need in there?

How are you doing for food?

There's a pizza parlour
just down the road.

The target is two feet
to the right of the door.

Form your stack.

He's gonna take him out.

The hell he is. Osborne, stop.

- Get away. You're being targeted.
- Move, corporal.

Magida's wired with explosives.

Abort now.

Stand down, gentlemen.

There's no point in reducing
the building to dust.

Commander, you almost went home
in a body bag.

I don't think so, captain.

The CIA would have
a hell of a time explaining it.

I'm Department of Defense.

Who freelances for beer money?

Corporal Magida?
This is Commander Rabb.

Where were you, sir?

I was in the head.
I'm back now, Jason.

Everything's okay.

Relax a minute.

Why'd you say he was wired
with explosives, sir?

To buy time to finish this trial.

You're going to defend me, sir?

If Osborne was involved,
then you may have been set up.

And if you were set up, so was I.

Now, there is one condition.

You will abide by the decision
of this court.

Sir, yes, sir.
Agreed, sir. Affirmative.

Now, I need to talk
to Captain Osborne.

Okay, sir.

Osborne? Admiral Chegwidden.

Hello, admiral.
Nice to know you're alive.

You don't expect me
to return that compliment, do you?

A.J. And I served together
in the Mekong.

What can I do for you?

Stand down. I can resolve this.

You're a hostage, admiral.

I can't place any value
on anything you say.

You will give me time
to work this out, Osborne,

or so help me God, I'll have your ass
when I get out of here.

Well, I'm sure you'd try, A.J.

One hour.

- After that, I take him.
- Put Commander Rabb on.

- Rabb?
- Sir?

He promised me an hour,
but he's lying.

I'll be lucky to get 30 minutes.

Now, Osborne used to be CIA

and there's no such thing
as an ex-CIA agent.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Get me everything you can on
a Mossad agent named Malka Dayan.

Will do.

Will do what, commander?

See that he gets his hour.

I need another favour, Webb.

When did you discover Malka Dayan
was a Mossad agent, private?

Everybody pretty much thought
she worked for the Israelis.

She was a local hire, sir.

Objection. Speculation.

Major MacKenzie is right, sir.

I believe the correct term
is "sustained," lieutenant.

Yes, sir. Sustained, sir.

I'll rephrase. How did you discover
Malka Dayan was Mossad?

She told me, sir.

She told you
she was a Mossad agent?

Not right away.
But eventually, yes, sir.

Did she say why she told you?

Because she loved me.

She said that we should stop seeing
each other

because I could get into trouble.

Yet you continued to see her

even after you knew
she was a Mossad agent?

- Yes, sir. I couldn't stop.
- Why?

I loved her too.

Sir, is there any reason
to proceed any further?

The defendant has provided us
with motive.

We have overwhelming evidence.

Private Magida passed top-secret
documents to a Mossad spy for love.

- That's not true.
- What is the truth, private?

Malka lied about me
giving her secrets.

Why would she do that?

I don't know, sir.

Bingo.

Malka Dayan was working for us.

The Nightcrawler I talked to
said she was a Mossad agent.

But she was working for us.

She was a double agent, Harm.

She was actually working
for the CIA.

If this Nightcrawler friend of yours
came up with her picture,

- he must know where she is.
- He doesn't know anything, Harm.

He just dug up a file.

Hell, I had to give him
the access code.

Let me know how things turn out.

You could have got that file yourself,
couldn't you?

Look, you got the information,
now drop it.

- How'd you know about Osborne?
- Rumours.

Did you get the access code
from rumours?

Take your hand off that door.

You came back here because
you didn't want that kid to die.

What's changed?

Is there a computer we can use
without Osborne seeing us?

You have access to a lot of places

for a special assistant
to an undersecretary of State.

I am a special assistant to State.

Sometimes.

And other times?

I do other things.

Doesn't everybody in Washington?

Oh, my God. She's here.

Malka Dayan
is working in Washington

as an analyst
for the National Security Agency.

- No.
- I'll owe you one, Webb.

You already owe me
into the next millennium.

Enough is enough.

If certain people find out
what I've done...

Malka Dayan is the key
to defusing this time bomb.

Then you go get her.

If I leave now,
your Captain Osborne's liable

- to get everyone in there killed.
- He's not my Captain Osborne.

Don't quit on me now, Webb.

I'm not quitting on you, Rabb.

I've done all that I can do.
I stuck my neck way out for you.

When have you ever
done that for me?

- In the courtroom, remember?
- That wasn't for me.

You wanted to get O'Hara off the hook
for stealing the Declaration.

It wasn't for me.

It was for both, Webb.

From the beginning,
I cultivated him.

Why did you cultivate
Corporal Magida?

The Mossad ordered me to.

That's a lie.

What did the Mossad
want from him?

They wanted to find out
if the Americans knew that Israel

was selling missile software
to China.

So, what did Corporal Magida do?

He stole two reports
from the American embassy

and passed them to me
in Jericho Park.

Can't you see that she's talking
from a script, sir?

No, I don't see that.

Are these the documents
that Corporal Magida gave you?

It's lies. All lies.

Why did she do that to me?
I loved her.

Let me just speak to Private Magida
a moment.

Very well, sir. This court
will be in recess for five minutes.

Think of this as a gavel, sir.

My imagination doesn't extend
as far as yours, lieutenant.

You said you had proof
the Mossad agent lied.

It's obvious that Malka's
lying on that tape, sir.

Look, son, it may be obvious to you,
but unless you have proof,

all I have is your word
against a mountain of evidence.

- And that's just not gonna cut it.
- All I've got is my word, sir.

Where's Osborne?

I don't know, sir.

He was here a few minutes ago.

Where's Osborne?

- Checking out the building, sir.
- Where?

That I don't know, sir.

You're in contact with him,
aren't you?

- Yes, sir.
- Ask him.

Commander Rabb is requesting
your location, captain.

Tell him I'm on the roof.

I'll be down in five.

He says he's on the roof, sir.
He'll be down in five.

I think Commander Rabb's
on his way up, captain.

Good.

- Right this way, ma'am.
- Thank you.

We're running out of time here, son.

Three minutes,
if you're right about Osborne

only giving us a half-hour, admiral.

How the hell do you do that, major?

I don't really know, sir, but I'm never
off by more than 30 seconds.

Come on, son. Let's end this.

I guess you're right, sir.

You're all free to go.

Give me your weapon.

I'm sorry, sir.

- I still need this.
- What is that supposed to mean?

It means
that I'm not going back there.

- I won't hurt anyone.
- You don't need to hurt yourself.

I'm not.

All I have to do is point this weapon
at one of those men out there.

Malka Dayan.
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb,

the man who will owe me
well into the next millennium.

And then some.

- Where's Jason?
- This way.

Thank you for coming.

Just a minute, commander.

- Who's this?
- The solution to our situation.

- Her name, sir?
- Malka Dayan.

One moment, commander.

Captain.

Commander Rabb has a woman here
named Malka Dayan.

Beautiful.

Send her in.

Captain Osborne
cleared her to go in.

Cleared her, commander.
No one else.

Jason?

It's Malka.

Jason, this is
Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Malka would like to come in
and talk to you.

Jason, please.

Let me in.

I think it's time you left.

I agree.

I guess you are the action type,
Mr. Rabb.

At times, sir. At times.

Oh, my God, it's really you.

Why, Malka?
Why did you do it?

They said if I didn't,

they would tell the Mossad
that I was working for them.

The Mossad would have put me
in jail for the rest of my life.

So you saved yourself
and you sentenced me?

No, they said that nothing
would happen to you,

and I couldn't see you anymore.

I got 20 years.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know until tonight.

You have to believe me.

Put down the gun.

I don't want you to die.

Why didn't you come
looking for me?

I didn't think you would want
anything to do with me.

Not after what they made me do.

They? Who is they, Malka?

The CIA.

They were afraid the Mossad
was about to discover

that Malka was a double, so they
exposed her as a Mossad agent

to avoid the embarrassment
of being caught spying on an ally.

What do you think, sir? Is this reason
enough to reopen Magida's case?

I think Private...

Corporal Magida's case
will be thrown out

as soon as I present
it to the secretary of the Navy.

There's gonna be new charges, son.
Serious ones.

I'll face them, sir.

I just want my honour back.

Then give me the weapon.

Do it, corporal.
You've won.

Get down.

Damn!

Go. Go.

- Don't.
- It's over, Osborne.

Is Commander Rabb
gonna murder me?

Because that's what it would be.

If I have to.

He'll do it.

You've never lied to me, A.J.

I believe he would.

Thank God you didn't pull that trigger,
commander.

You're concerned about me?

Not about you, sir.
About the commander.

My weapon doesn't have
any bullets in it, sir.

Private Magida, the charge
of espionage has been overturned

by the secretary of the Navy.

You will be returned
to the rank of corporal

and awarded all back pay
and allowances.

To the charges of escaping
from prison,

forging illegal identification,

and taking three officers hostage,
this court finds you guilty

and sentences you to be confined
to the naval brig

at Groton, Connecticut
for eight years.

However, given the eloquent plea
by your defence counsel,

I am recommending
to the convening authority

that time already served
be applied to that sentence.

Which, if I am not mistaken,

means that you are free
to return to active duty.

This court martial is adjourned.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Oh, Jason. I'm so happy.