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Look out!

- Fall back!
- Watch out!

Everyone fall back. Move it.

Ambush!

- How'd that guy get by you?
- My weapon jammed.

- Move out.
- We can't just leave him.

He's dead.
Go back and you are too.

Move out!

Move it!

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.

We may have a bigger problem
than recovering Sergeant Silva's body.

Unilateral operations by U.S. Forces
on foreign soil is a major no-no, sir.

And although we're calling
the Marines advisors,

the only Colombians
anywhere near them

were Estruga's guards.

Well, they were operating
under the authority

of the Colombian DAS,
were they not?

Yes, sir.

Are you telling me
there's an operational law

that forbids that, Bud?

Not exactly, sir.

But it must be forbidden.

Why is that?

Well, because there's no regulation
permitting it, sir.

JAG headquarters.

You're gonna make a fine lawyer
one day, Bud.

- Thank you, sir.
- Petty Officer Tiner.

Good morning, sir.
The admiral said to go right in.

At ease.

- Where's Major MacKenzie?
- She'll be right along, sir.

She got tied up
with Chief Brokaw's court-martial.

- Sir, you have a call. It's...
- Have them call me back.

Are you up to speed, commander?

Lieutenant Roberts
is getting me there, sir.

The Marines claim their recon
walked into a trap.

The Colombians say
the Marines screwed it up.

Now, somebody's lying,
and I don't think...

Sorry, sir. I got stuck in traffic.

No excuse, sir.

As I was saying, somebody's lying.

I thought it was
the Brokaw court-martial, major.

Finished it last Tuesday, sir.

The disposition
should be on your desk.

It is.

- Sir, I'm sorry, but this call is very...
- Petty Officer Tiner,

- I said to hold my calls.
- Sorry.

Aye, sir.

Can't even get my yeoman
to follow orders.

You're to leave immediately
for Colombia.

Officially, you'll be under
operational control

of a special assistant from State.

Not Clayton Webb, sir.

We don't get to choose
who we serve under, commander.

No, sir, but knowing
the special assistant as I do,

if this was his op
that went south,

he will not give a damn about leaving
that dead Marine behind, sir.

Especially an Hispanic Marine
in unmarked utilities with no ID, sir.

Let me make this clear.

Your assignment is to investigate
what happened and nothing more.

But the dead Marine, sir?

Retrieving bodies
is not a JAG mission, major.

- Sir, with all due respect...
- But,

if all you return with is a report,

consider your mission a failure.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Major MacKenzie.
- Sir?

I have been told that
the radio carries traffic reports.

Yes, sir. It won't happen again, sir.

- Tiner.
- Sir?

You can return the call now.

- Yes, sir.
- Who was it?

Former secretary of state,
calling from Colombia, sir.

- Good evening, major.
- Sir. Ma'am.

- I really don't want to travel.
- Mr. Webb,

the JAG team has arrived, sir.

I might have known the admiral
would send his Three Musketeers.

Nice to see you again too, Clayton.

There were actually
four musketeers, sir.

Athos, Porthos, Aramis
and D'Artagnan.

Let's make this a brief investigation.

Southern Command loaned us
one of their new ARL planes

to monitor the operation.

That's Air Recon Low to you lawyers.

The photos corroborate
the Recon team's report.

Sergeant Silva was killed.

- Did they return his body?
- To whom?

We certainly aren't going to claim
he belongs to us.

- We will if we have to.
- Don't start, major.

This is a State Department issue,

which you are only here
to investigate and prosecute.

Prosecute?
Who are we to prosecute?

Corporal Cordoba
of the Recon team.

With any luck,
you'll be out of here by morning,

which I am sure will please us all.

Especially Admiral Chegwidden
who, by the way, sends his regards.

Cut the crap, commander.

Admiral Chegwidden thinks
I'm a pain-in-the-ass bureaucrat

who never should have involved
the Marines in the first place.

And he was right.

Taking the blame, Webb?
How unlike you.

If I hadn't involved the Marines,

my ass would not be hanging
over a very deep chasm right now.

- No offence, major.
- None taken.

I hang asses frequently
in my profession.

Your father was shot down
a couple of months

before I joined the Lexington,

so I never had the pleasure.
But I flew with the CAG.

I understand you earned
that Distinguished Flying Cross

- saving his six.
- Well, I was saving my own six, sir.

The CAG just happened to be
in the same aircraft.

Modesty, Mr. Webb.

It sits well on a man,
don't you think?

Oh, yes, sir. Could we get on
with the briefing, sir?

Of course, Mr. Webb.

Alfredo, tell our JAG officers
what you found out.

- Thank you, Marisol.
- Anytime, sir.

- Mr. Webb?
- No, thank you, sir.

Commander, you'll like these.

Thank you, sir.

Go on, Alfredo.
You won't hurt their feelings.

Alfredo is the damnedest
drug agent I ever met.

I swear he asks permission
before he arrests someone.

Only if I am interrupting something.

- May I?
- Oh, thank you, Alfredo.

Estruga uses Embera Indians
as his guards.

They are loyal and quite fierce.

My people have managed to persuade
one of the Emberas from the village

where Estruga's guards live

to provide us with information
from time to time.

What does your Embera
say happened?

He said the guards were unaware
of the Recon team's presence

until one of the Marines
gave away his position.

- How?
- Apparently, he yelled.

I find that hard to believe
of a Recon Marine, sir.

- So do I, major.
- I don't.

And neither will you
after you hear their story.

They were speaking quite openly
at the debriefing

until they realized
there might be charges.

- What charges?
- Cowardice.

There's no such charge, Webb.

Dereliction of duty, then.
Whatever.

I don't care,
but he's gonna be charged.

Sir, I don't think you have the right
to charge anyone in the military,

even if you are a special assistant
to an undersecretary of state.

Oh, I won't charge him,
Lieutenant Roberts.

- Who will?
- You will, major.

After you hear what happened.

You don't mind if I sit in, do you?

And lose the cigar, commander.

You had a suppressed weapon,
didn't you, corporal?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Why didn't you use it?

I tried. My weapon jammed, ma'am.

What happened then?

I yelled and the place lit up, sir.

It was an ambush, sir. It had to be.

They knew we were coming.

It's my fault, sir.
I should have reacted faster.

It's not your fault, corporal,
if your weapon jammed.

I don't think Sergeant Silva
would agree, ma'am.

Charge him.

With what? A jammed weapon?

Cordoba's never been in combat.

He couldn't pull the trigger.

The man's a sorry excuse
for a Marine.

With all due respect, Mr. Webb,
have you ever been in combat?

I was in the Gulf War, major.
Does that qualify?

Doing what, sir?

That's classified, lieutenant.

Now, because of Cordoba's cowardice,
a good man is dead.

And Carlos Estruga is still free

to flood our country with cocaine.
Charge him.

We'll charge him
if and when we have evidence.

There's something else
to be done here.

Enlighten me, Major MacKenzie.

A Marine died
in the service of his country.

His body should be transported
home to his family.

Major, I understand
the virtues of semper fi.

Unfortunately,
there are larger issues at play here.

- Such as deniability.
- Yes.

I will not risk sending men
back into that jungle.

And that wouldn't be good
for your career, would it, sir?

No, major, it would not.

Now, if there is nothing else,

Ambassador Witherspoon will be glad
to hear that the last chapter

to this sorry incident
has been written.

Except for Corporal Cordoba's
court-martial.

Oh, good.

I was about to ask Marisol
to get you.

Alfredo has some disturbing news.
Go ahead, Alfredo, tell them.

My agency received a call
a few minutes ago

from Carlos Estruga.

He claims to have Sergeant Silva.

Excuse me, the doctor said
this would happen when I turned 42.

She was right.

Estruga said,
"It is my sincerest wish

that this not develop
into an international incident

which will bring harm
to the president of your great country."

You tell him to go to hell.

Estruga can't use a dead body
with no identification.

I'm afraid that Estruga
says Sergeant Silva is very much alive

and quite capable of talking
about the Marine's attempt

to kidnap him.

- He's alive.
- Maybe.

You don't carry a dead body like that.
You drag it. He's alive.

Give me a grid.

Isolate him.

Magnify.

It could be anyone.

Yeah, anyone
wearing unmarked utilities

hanging around Estruga's villa
with a shotgun wound.

Grid the shoulder.

One shoulder coming up.

Bud, get Lieutenant Diaz.

- Aye, sir.
- Magnify.

- What are those?
- His infrared op ident.

They had those
in the Gulf War, Mr. Webb.

Lieutenant Diaz reporting
as ordered, sir.

At ease, lieutenant.
You recognise that ident code?

Yes, sir. It's Sergeant Silva's.

They could have stripped his clothes

- and put them on someone else.
- What's going on, sir?

There's a chance Sergeant Silva
might be alive, lieutenant.

Or Se�or Estruga just wants us
to think he is, lieutenant.

My man, the Embera
I spoke of earlier,

might be able to help
resolve this issue.

But you must decide quickly.
Estruga wants a reply by 6 a.m.

That's in 20 minutes.

It wouldn't matter if it was 20 days.

The United States government
does not negotiate with drug lords.

The Marine Corps
does not leave their own behind.

There's a first time
for everything, major.

Se�or Estruga is on the line,
Mr. Ambassador.

Thank you, Marisol. Can you bring
another pot of coffee, please?

Not enough coffee
in the world this morning.

Let's not keep
Se�or Estruga waiting.

What was the name
of that Marine again?

Sergeant Silva, sir. Jesus Silva.

Jesus Silva.

Thank you.

Go ahead.

Then I shall speak in English.

My apologies for calling at this hour,
but in my business,

the early bird stays ahead
of men like you, Se�or Rincon.

And it would seem
the United States government as well.

Se�or Estruga,
this is Lieutenant Commander Rabb

with the Judge Advocate
General Corps.

- Navy lawyer, yes?
- Yes.

I have contemplated
becoming a lawyer myself.

- Perhaps you should have.
- No.

They have to associate
with criminals.

This is Clayton Webb,

special assistant
to the undersecretary of state.

You sound like
an important man, Mr. Webb.

What do you want, se�or?

- Do you play go, Mr. Webb?
- What?

I'm familiar with the game, se�or.

Excellent.
Then I will negotiate with you.

Now, wait a minute.
The commander is not here...

Mr. Webb.

I assume the ambassador has settled
the jurisdictional dispute,

and that I will be negotiating
with Commander Rabb.

- That is correct, se�or.
- Excellent.

Commander,
I have an American Marine.

He is badly hurt, but he will live.
Are you interested?

Of course I'm interested.

Then meet me
at Saravia Plantation at noon.

There is a shed there that they use
for drying bamboo.

Yes, but I will need some verification

- that the Marine...
- Sergeant Silva.

...is alive.
- I will bring all the verification

that you need.

Noon is a bad time for us.

Would 5 be okay?

Quite acceptable.

I shall fix dinner, huh?

I make a most delicious grilled goat.

You will come unarmed, of course,
but you can bring a friend or two.

As long as they are not Rincon,
whose DAS gives me indigestion,

or Mr. Webb who has no interest
in the game of go.

- Understood.
- One last point.

If you try to capture me,
a video of Sergeant Silva

confessing to the operation
will be delivered to CNN tonight.

These are AK-47 s.

And the ammunition is from China.

AK-47 s are sold all over the world

and Chinese ammunition
can't be traced back to the U.S.

Where'd you learn
how to do that, ma'am?

I'm a Marine, Bud.

Have you ever had to fire, ma'am?
I mean, in anger?

Once.

What are you looking for?

A burr on the sear pin,

a broken spring
on the trigger mechanism.

Something that would make
this weapon jam.

Nothing, ma'am?

No, nothing I can see.

But it could have been a clip
of bad ammo.

- Have you examined the clip?
- No.

Corporal Cordoba said
he accidentally ejected it

when they were running.

It happens.

Ma'am, you're not going to shoot...

I was hoping I missed something.

Would you mind cleaning this
for me?

- No, ma'am.
- Thanks.

I must apologise
for the quality of the photos.

But Emberas are not used
to using cameras.

They do well enough with guns.

He took these at great risk
to himself.

He also told the agent
who picked up the film

that he heard the man
in these photos speaking...

...English.

Major.

How would you like a dinner
of grilled goat?

Depends how it's cooked.

Under no circumstances
are you authorized to negotiate.

You are to ascertain
if Estruga has proof

that Sergeant Silva is alive,

and what he wants
for his safe return.

And then you are to get your six,
as you call it, the hell back here.

- What is he doing here?
- Apparently, driving the vehicle.

This kid has ruined one mission.

He will not endanger another.

- Corporal, step away from the vehicle.
- Sir?

Corporal, it would appear
the special assistant

doesn't think
you're old enough to drive.

Unfortunately, it's his vehicle.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Lieutenant.

You don't want him driving, fine.

You kick him in the guts like that again
and next time, I'm kicking back.

You're late.

No, I'm not. I still have 18 seconds.

What's wrong with Webb?

He didn't want Cordoba driving the car.
Told him in his usual tactful manner.

I trust you replied in kind.

Something like that.

What are you doing here,
Mr. Roberts?

- Observing, sir.
- Well, do it from the back of the room.

Yes, sir.

Roberts?

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

I test-fired
Corporal Cordoba's weapon.

It worked.

- So, what do you think?
- That he had a bad clip.

The one he lost?

He's Recon, Harm.
He can pull the trigger.

Hey, Webb said he couldn't,
not me, Mac.

I know.

- Have they left?
- Just now.

Panther, this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox. Over.

Pressbox, this is Panther. Over.

Panther, what is your position?

Pressbox, Panther.

We are approximately half a click
from Checkpoint Victor.

Roger. Give me a heads-up
when you've reached it.

For a Desert Storm vet,
he doesn't have much radio discipline.

We couldn't get him off the horn
during the mission.

Pressbox, this is Panther.

We are passing the checkpoint now.

Roger that. Pressbox out.

Very nice, se�or.

Se�or?

Silva.

Go.

Pressbox, this is Panther.
Pressbox, this is Panther.

What the hell?

- Pressbox...
- Panther,

this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox.
Do you read me?

Damn it. All right,
get your men at Checkpoint Victor

out to the plantation.

I want a car out front now.

Cordoba?

Watch it. Look out!

Get out! Move, move.

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Shoot him!

I couldn't shoot, sir.
Too many people in the way.

You saw it.

Didn't you, sir?

As you can see,
Sergeant Silva was dead

and was of no use to me.

However, I now have a live
special assistant

to the undersecretary of state.

And you have a dead Marine.

Please, have some goat.

I grilled it myself.

Unless, of course,
you would prefer crow.

Looks like Webb's gonna find out
what Estruga wants all by himself.

I knew he never took that jacket off.

Can't we just leave him there, sir?

- Just for a little while.
- No, Mr. Roberts, we cannot.

He may be a pain in the neck,

but he came here
to capture a drug lord.

Estruga is the bad guy here,
not Webb.

You're quite right, commander.

Alfredo, I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to negotiate for Webb's release.

- Sir, you must...
- I know.

No, no, no. Sir, you do not know.

It has taken me five years
to keep my own government

from negotiating with this scum.

If you negotiate with Estruga,
it will destroy all my work.

Mr. Ambassador, forgive me.

- I did not mean...
- No, no, no. It's all right, Alfredo.

I like your passion.

Unfortunately, I'm...

Well, I'm caught between
the proverbial rock and a hard spot.

Unless we go in and get him, sir.

Go in where, commander?

I seriously doubt if Se�or Estruga
is holding Mr. Webb

as a guest in his villa.

He could be hiding him
anywhere in Colombia.

Se�or Rincon, can you contact
your Embera at the villa,

see what he knows?

If it will keep us from negotiating,
of course I will try.

Thank you, Alfredo.

Ambassador, you had a hand
in getting Southern Command

to let Webb use their Air Recon Low,

- didn't you, sir?
- You want another pass over the villa?

If I were Estruga,
I'd keep Webb close by.

You got it.

Marisol, would you get me
General Fuller

at Howard Air Force Base
in Panama?

- And is that coffee ready yet?
- Just about, sir.

As soon as I get the general,
I'll bring it in.

Thank you, Marisol.

What else, commander?

Any idea what Estruga wants
in exchange for Webb?

I assume he wants the indictment
dropped against him.

But State will never approve that,
not even in return of one of its own.

Webb must know that.

I should think he'd look
a little more panicked.

- Here you are, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Marisol.

General Fuller's secretary
is on the line, sir.

Ambassador Witherspoon.

Sorry to get you
at such a late hour, general.

But I'd like to borrow Crazy Hawk.
We have to overfly that estate again.

Anything the ARL photographs
is being downlinked to us in real-time.

- ARL stands for Air...
- Air Reconnaissance Low.

Right down on the old treetops.

I am afraid we are having no luck
locating my Embera. I am sorry.

Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Commencing my run.

That looks like something a movie star
would build in Southern California.

The man has no taste.

Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Run complete.

- American Embassy.
- This is Se�or Estruga

for Ambassador Witherspoon.

One moment, please.

Ambassador Witherspoon here.

I was going to wait until morning,

but your ARL overflights
are keeping me awake.

No matter.

I am used to such attention.

Which is why you will not be able
to locate Se�or Webb.

Speaking Spanish is not polite
to the others, se�or, huh?

I'm afraid we're all a little tired,
Se�or Estruga.

What is it you want
in exchange for Mr. Webb?

My brother...

...Norberto.

What?

Do not act so surprised,
Rincon, eh?

Or didn't your American friends
tell you?

We can't share information
we don't have.

Oh, really? Se�or Webb knew it.

- We didn't.
- Commander Rabb.

My opponent in go.

I was hoping you were present.

Where is your brother, se�or?

Being held by federal
authorities in Miami

on drug-trafficking charges.

Drug-trafficking charges.
It's ridiculous.

He was an altar boy.

Se�or Estruga, please believe me.
This is new information to us.

New or old, you have
until 6 tomorrow

to deliver him
to the bamboo plantation

if you want to see
Se�or Webb alive.

I believe you know the way,
Commander Rabb, huh?

Trust is an issue that works
both ways, Mr. Ambassador.

- Alfredo...
- Please, sir.

I find it hard to believe
that a special assistant to State

- would not inform you of such a thing.
- I don't.

Webb knew we would wanna trade
Estruga's brother for Sergeant Silva.

It would be another black mark
against his already failed operation.

None of us knew, Se�or Rincon.

I am tired...

...but that is no excuse.

Ambassador,
please accept my apology.

It's Mr. Webb who owes
the apology, not you, Alfredo.

Commander, I have a notion
to leave him out there.

- But you won't, sir.
- No, I won't,

but I am gonna call State.

- Marisol.
- Yes, sir.

- Get me Washington, please.
- Yes, sir.

- And...
- More coffee, I know, sir.

Look, there's no sense in all of us
losing sleep tonight.

So why don't you people
grab some sleep

and we'll reconvene here at 6 a. M?

Thank you, sir.

Alfredo, can I speak to you
for a minute?

We are not going to sleep.

- We're not?
- Of course not.

But you told the ambassador that...

Someone from the embassy
is leaking information to Estruga.

I want them to think
we've given up locating Webb.

Did you know this too, ma'am?

How?

When Estruga called us,
he knew Sergeant Silva's name.

How could he? Sergeant Silva
was dead and he had no ID.

Someone in the embassy
had to tell him.

- Very good, Mac.
- Thank you, Harm.

The only people you told
we were going to bed was Rincon,

the ambassador
and his secretary.

- Right.
- How are you gonna find out

- which one it is?
- You're gonna do that for us, Bud.

- Me, sir?
- You, sir.

Harm?

Very nice, major.

You too.

I was always a sucker
for dress whites.

Well, you know what they say
about dress whites and gold wings.

I wanna take
Corporal Cordoba with me.

Mac,

maybe his weapon jammed

and maybe he couldn't
get a clear shot off

when they grabbed Webb.

And maybe he can't pull the trigger.

You don't believe that or you wouldn't
have defended him to Webb.

Webb is an ass,
and I don't wanna believe it,

but I'm not gonna risk
this op betting on it.

No, but you will risk it
betting on your crazy plan.

- Well, it's my six on the line.
- And mine,

and the Recon team's,
and Webb's,

and even if he doesn't go,
Corporal Cordoba's.

You know, you shouldn't
have mentioned Webb.

You almost blew your point
doing that.

He goes?

He goes.

Thanks.

- Attention on deck!
- As you were.

You go, corporal.

- Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.
- Don't thank me.

It's Commander Rabb's op.
Let's go, Marines.

All right, ma'am.
You heard the major, move out.

I won't let you down, sir.

I know you won't, corporal.

Doesn't that make you feel good?

I'll let you know when it's over.

What they say about
dress whites and gold wings...

- Yeah?
- Very overrated.

We'll see.

Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.G. Roberts,

Commander Rabb's aide.

Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.G. Roberts,

Commander Rabb's associate.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized
to reveal that information.

Commander Rabb...

You have a call, sir.

- Washington?
- No, it's from inside the embassy, sir.

- Ambassador Witherspoon.
- Sir,

this is Lieutenant J.G. Roberts,
Commander Rabb's...

We know who you are, lieutenant.

Oh, you're there too,
Se�or Rincon. Good.

- I wasn't quite sure where I'd find you.
- What is it you want, lieutenant?

Sir, Commander Rabb
wanted you both to know

that he's commencing
an operation to rescue Mr. Webb

starting at 1300 Zulu.

- That's 8 a.m. Here, sir.
- He located him?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, where?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized
to give out that information to anyone.

I can only tell you
that an operation

approved by Admiral Chegwidden
is underway

using the Marine Recon team
and Crazy Hawk.

The commander also requests
that Se�or Rincon

and his DAS forces stand by
in case he needs them.

I'm sorry, sir. That's all
the information I can give out.

Sparrow, Pressbox. Over.

Pressbox, this is Sparrow.
Go ahead.

The invitation's in the mail.

Now we wait and see
who shows up for the party.

One of them
should have left by now.

Maybe they didn't buy the story

about Crazy Hawk monitoring
all communication to Estruga's villa.

Sparrow, Poppy. Over.

Poppy, Sparrow. No joy.

We may have to rethink this. Over.

We still have 59 minutes.

Not me, I got visitors.

Looks like I'll have to guess
who the mole is. Unless...

Poppy, Sparrow.
Do you read? Over.

They've got him, ma'am.

Major.

Rincon?

I had my money on the secretary.

Let's hope the commander didn't.

He's taking the turn
to the plantation.

You didn't have to wait
in the bushes.

Cigars are welcome in my home.

Please, sit down. Join my game.

I assume I'm the white stones.

They are the ones
almost surrounded, huh?

I take it that this is a diplomatic call.

In a way.

I have an offer for you
from my government.

The only thing I wish to hear
from your government

is that my brother
is on his way here from Miami.

He's not, but if you'll agree
to be extradited

to the United States to stand trial,

I am authorized to guarantee
you'll spend no longer than 15 years

in a federal penitentiary
of your choosing.

Are you really that big a fool
or just that desperate, commander?

Or perhaps, se�or,
I've simply outplayed you.

I swapped a dead Marine

for a live State Department official

and you have outplayed me?

Oh, in a few more minutes,
you'll no longer have Webb.

Double agents have a way
of becoming triple agents, se�or.

Rincon is now working for us again.

He won't answer, not anymore.

I think you're lying, commander,

but either way,
someone is going to die.

Damn it.

Try it, ma'am.

Let's go, Marines. Now.

Didn't they teach you to check
the fuel gauge at OCS, lieutenant?

Double time. It's only half a mile
to the plantation.

State approved the swap.

I knew it. I knew they'd do it.

Commander Rabb was most upset
when he learned of Norberto.

I couldn't tell him. He'd have wanted
to swap him for a dead Marine.

Better to swap him for you,
eh, Mr. Webb?

I don't think you can compare
a dead Marine

to a live special assistant
to the undersecretary of state, do you?

No, no. No, not at all.

Follow me, please.

Pray that we get there
on time, lieutenant.

I am, ma'am.

Mr. Webb?

It's Commander Rabb
and the Marines.

They're early.

Take it easy.
So they're a few minutes early.

No, wait. It's Estruga's helicopter.

Hey, listen, you and I
are gonna have some words

when we get back
to the embassy, se�or.

Don't muss the suit.

- Why are you here?
- Because you are.

Did you think Se�or Webb
needed a walk?

I am getting him out of here
before Commander Rabb does.

He has an operation underway.

He knows everything,
Se�or Rincon. Everything.

Whatever he told you is a lie.

If you needed more money,
why didn't you ask me?

Webb was to trade for Norberto.

They can't even arrange a swap
without me.

Estruga, it's a trick.

He got you here. He got me here.

And he had his Marines follow me.

Let him go.

A little late, aren't you?

Thirty, 35 seconds. Sorry about that.

Where's Estruga?

What's going on?

We just rescued you, Webb.

But I was to be swapped
for Norberto.

State said you weren't
worth swapping.

You guard the prisoner.
We need Cordoba with us.

What unit were you with
in the Gulf War, Webb?

Adjutant Generals Corps.

It works better with the safety off.

Let me have your sidearm,
lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

You play an excellent game of go,
commander.

Thank you, se�or.

There's always another game, eh?

And I'll look forward to it
in 20 years or so.

The secretary of state called me
personally this morning

to tell me how pleased he was
with the outcome.

Another gold star on your record?

Well, maybe a silver one.

Listen, I'd...

I'd like to apologise

for some of the things that I said.

Even though at the time,
they appeared to be quite justified.

You don't owe us an apology.

Well, actually, I...

I probably do.

You owe him one.

Right.

I have to see this, sir.

He can't do it.

Give him time.

We've only got 46 minutes.

How do you do that?

It's a Marine thing.