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U.S.S. Bancroft,
this is Coast Guard 626, over.

This is the skipper
of the USS Bancroft.

Go ahead, Coast Guard.

The Tropical Pleasure
is not answering our hail

and is refusing to stop, over.

Copy that.

She wouldn't be running
if she didn't have a good reason.

Well, I'm afraid
she's gonna outrun us, commander.

This ship isn't built
for high-speed pursuits.

Well, commander,
this is the Coast Guard's operation.

You're gonna have
to make the call.

This is a Coast Guard
law enforcement officer

aboard the Navy frigate Bancroft.

Requesting approval
to use non-deadly force

to stop the suspect vessel.

Roger. Out.

You have permission
to fire warning shots, skipper.

Let's show these jokers
we're finished playing games.

This is the skipper.

Fire one shot across the target's bow
from the forward gun.

Bancroft, this is Coast Guard 626.
Suspect is not slowing.

Now, that's just plain rude.

Gunner, this is skipper.
Fire another warning shot.

But put this one close enough
to get them wet.

Bancroft, this is 626.
Vessel has been hit.

I say again, the yacht has been hit.

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.

New allegations have surfaced
in yesterday's sinking

of a luxury yacht
off the Florida coast.

Witnesses aboard the yacht
say the USS Bancroft,

a Navy frigate taking part
in a joint drug-interdiction operation

with the Coast Guard,
reportedly opened fire on them

without provocation.

Branco Mendoza was on that yacht.

His father, Enrique Mendoza,

is minister of the
South American Agricultural Alliance.

He is more than just a diplomat.
He is a very important liaison

with several key political players
in South America.

Does he know
his son's a drug dealer?

Now, see,
this is what I'm talking about.

Commander Rabb's attitude
is entirely inappropriate

for this sort of incident.

Why, because it's the truth?

Whether or not Branco Mendoza
was smuggling drugs

is irrelevant at this juncture.

The Navy blew his father's yacht
out of the water.

Warning shots were authorised
because the yacht refused to stop.

That was one hell of a warning.

The skipper doesn't think his
warning shot hit the Tropical Pleasure.

Well, what did happen, Rabb?
Spontaneous combustion?

Well, we're not gonna know that,
Webb,

until the yacht
has been salvaged, are we?

One thing we do know.

Mendoza has asked
the Secretary of Defence,

his former college roommate,
for a full investigation.

And guess what?
He's gonna get it, in spades.

There are many reasons
that boat could have blown up, Webb.

Then I suggest he finds the one
that exonerates the Navy

and satisfies Minister Mendoza.

Good day, gentlemen.

What happens
if we did sink that ship, sir?

Well, commander, your job
is to find the truth. Good, bad or ugly.

Enter.

Just got off the phone
with the XO of the Bancroft, sir.

They found the wreckage
of the Tropical Pleasure.

Sir, Major MacKenzie just told me
about the Miami assignment,

and I was wondering
if it would be possible...

No.

You don't even know
what I'm gonna ask, sir.

Yes, I do. The answer is no.

There will be no time
to visit Disney World, Bud.

No, sir,
that's not what I was gonna ask you.

I know.

I was wondering if you'd be able
to find somebody else

to go on this assignment.

It's Harriet. I was supposed to
go away with her this weekend.

Bud, duty calls.

I mean,
I wanted to go skiing this weekend

with Annie and Josh
out at Wintergreen, but...

Harriet will understand.
She knows the drill.

Bud. I got them.

You want a window seat
or an aisle seat?

- I can't go.
- What do you mean?

I have to be on the next plane

with Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie.

Excuse me?

Bud, this is the third time you've
weaseled out on meeting my parents.

I'm not weaseling.

I'm looking forward
to meeting your parents, really.

I just went in there
and asked the commander

if I could get out of this.
If you don't believe me, ask him.

These are non-refundable.

I'll pay for them.
It's the least I can do.

- Don't worry about it.
- I'm sorry, Harriet.

I gotta go make the arrangements.

- We'll talk before I leave?
- Whatever.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me, major. I'm sorry.

- Harriet, are you okay?
- Yeah.

No. I don't know.

Come on in.

Spit it out.

It's Bud. As always.

He was supposed to come with me
this weekend to meet my parents.

And now he says
he has to go out of town

with you and Commander Rabb.

I'm afraid that's true.

I'm sure.

But he's managed to avoid
meeting them, like, three times.

I'm starting to think
he's doing it on purpose.

Well, sometimes meeting the parents
can be a bit unnerving.

Have a seat.

Yeah, but you know what?
My parents are great.

And I've been looking forward
to this for weeks.

I haven't been home to Naples
in, like, two years.

- Your parents live in Italy?
- No, ma'am. Naples, Florida.

It's on the gulf side
south of Fort Myers.

- Well, how far is that from Miami?
- A couple hours.

So why don't you bring them
to meet Bud?

- What are you talking about?
- Bud's going to Miami with us.

- What?
- Yeah, I'm surprised he didn't tell you.

Not as surprised as I am.

I don't care what you heard.
I'm fine. I'm back in business.

- Branco.
- I'll call you back.

Hey, Pop.

So how are you feeling?

A little water-logged,
but I'm okay, Pops.

Good.

Not only do you embarrass me
back home,

but you have to bring
your nasty business here too, eh?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's days like this that I'm glad
your mother is not alive to see you.

Oh, by the way,
you owe me a yacht.

I wanna know who's responsible
for this.

The captain of the ship
who fired on us.

No. Those warning shots missed.
Somebody blew us up.

And you're gonna find them.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb,
Major MacKenzie,

Lieutenant j.g. Roberts
reporting as ordered, sir.

You're just in time to see
what sunk the Tropical Pleasure.

What are we looking at, chief?

I'm moving along the starboard hull
toward the bow.

The hull appears intact.
I'm gonna head inside.

Well, here's what sunk her,
skipper.

A good-sized puncture
definitely caused by an explosion.

Internal explosion?

Negative, sir.
The edges of the hole burn inward.

- From a round we fired?
- I don't think so, sir. But it could be.

The hole is right here,
just below the water level.

Now, there are radial scorch marks
around it,

which are much more typical of a mine
than a Naval shell.

- Any sign of a narcotics shipment?
- Afraid not, sir.

What did you find, Harm?

A piece of a magnet
stuck to the depth sounder.

Probably the only metal
on a fiberglass-hulled ship.

It would be the perfect place
to put a mine.

Chief, where did you find this?

Several feet from the wreck.

- What is that, sir?
- Looks like part of a timer pencil.

- You mean like a fuse?
- A very old-fashioned one.

Yeah, you'd pull off the safety strip,
crush a copper tubing,

and break a glass vial
of acid inside.

Acid would corrode the wire
releasing the striker,

the striker would detonate
the percussion cap and, kaboom.

The concussion
from a shell exploding nearby

could have set a mine off
prematurely.

That would make it look like
she was hit by the shell.

This thing is so old, though.

I mean, they haven't used anything
like this in 50 years.

See the yellow band?

They would colour code them
to indicate duration.

- How long was yellow?
- I don't know.

Chief, could, say,
a limpet mine with a vintage fuse

have caused the hole in this ship?

I guess so, sir,
but it's pretty outdated.

If someone really wanted
to blow up the Tropical Pleasure,

why would they go through the trouble
of using such outdated devices?

Could be to cover their tracks.

It'll be next to impossible
to trace the origins

of a 50-year-old pencil fuse.

Where was the Tropical Pleasure
docked?

We got company,
and they don't look like tourists.

What is it?

- Trouble.
- Trouble?

Yeah, they're checking out
Mendoza's slip.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

Branco Mendoza
is a Princeton graduate

with a degree
in chemical engineering.

He brings the raw materials
in from Colombia

and spends his days
trying to create new designer drugs.

Any ideas as to who might have
wanted to put him out of business?

You mean besides me?

The DEA, Customs, and every other
law enforcement agency in the state.

We're in here, major.

It could have been any number
of rivals within the drug trade.

Then again, it may not have been
drug-related at all.

Wanna have a seat?

A guy like Branco Mendoza
has got lots of enemies.

How many is a lot?

This is Coast Guard 7549.

We're on course
heading 40 degrees at 25 knots.

You ever seen anything
like this before?

Yeah. It's a pencil fuse.
They used them in WW II.

- You ever sold any of them?
- Oh, yeah.

- You sell explosive devices?
- No.

I sell military memorabilia.

I'm required by law
to take the detonation caps

out of every one of them babies.

So if somebody
were to reinsert them,

they'd have themselves
a fully functioning pencil fuse?

If the acid was still good inside,
yeah, man.

- You sold any of these lately?
- Oh, no. They're antiques.

You hardly ever see them anymore.
I had some about a year ago,

but I sold them all.

Well, do you have any records
about who you sold them to?

Oh, man, I abhor paperwork.

You know, save the trees,
all that stuff.

All the files I need are right here.

- Right.
- You know, I do remember

he was an old guy,
and he bought the whole box.

And there was about 20 of them.

Somebody bought a box of these?
You didn't find that alarming?

Some people collect
lawn ornaments.

Larry, you remember
what this guy looked like?

You know, he was your typical old guy.
He was wearing the uniform.

What uniform?

You know, the Bermuda shorts,
the sandals with the dark socks.

Same uniform
every retired geezer in Florida wears.

So you figure this guy was local?

Well, I mean,
he comes in here a couple times.

Yeah, I think he could be.

Hey, what's this all about?

Did this guy blow somebody up
or what?

Larry, if you see this guy again,
give us a call, would you?

Alrighty.

You get the idea
that Jungle Larry

spent a little bit too much time
in the jungle?

Yeah.

So, what are we looking at, Bud?

An old guy buying pencil fuses.
What does that tell you?

Don't know if it tells us
much of anything, sir.

If you're looking
for an old-fashioned limpet mine,

find yourself an old-fashioned sailor.

We'd better check
with the Veteran's Administration.

See what former Naval personnel
we have living in the area.

Especially those
with explosives expertise.

- Harriet?
- Commander, hi.

Harriet?

Hello. I'm Harriet's mother, Lydia,
and you must be Bud.

Oh, our Harriet has told us both
all about you.

No, Mother,
this is Commander Rabb.

And this is Bud.

Hello, ma'am.

Well, hello.

Commander,
this is my father, Roland.

How do you do, sir?

- And, Bud, Roland.
- So good to meet you, Bud.

Could I talk to you for a second?

- It was a pleasure to meet you.
- What are you doing here?

This is the weekend you were
supposed to meet my parents.

- Remember?
- Yeah, I know, but l...

Well, you didn't tell me
you were coming to Florida.

- I didn't think that your parents...
- What you didn't think

is you didn't think I'd find out.

- Well.
- Harriet, l...

I just hope he knows
what the hell he's getting himself into.

Hey.

- Got anything?
- Branco Mendoza's been a bad boy.

Everything from parking tickets
to aggravated assault.

He's very smart. He's managed to stay
one step ahead of the law.

Every time the authorities get close,
daddy comes to his rescue.

Oh, yeah?
Maybe we should give Webb a call.

See if he can pull some strings
at State,

get his diplomatic immunity revoked.

- It's worth a try.
- What is all this?

Well, I'm trying to find somebody
who had a motive.

All of these clippings
are potential suspects?

Popular guy. What's the story here?

Well, last year, Branco Mendoza
hit and killed a teenage windsurfer

with his speedboat
during a suspected drug-run.

All the charges were dropped, though,
when the witnesses

mysteriously disappeared
when it went to court.

- Are you all right, Bud?
- Bud just met his potential in-laws.

How did it go?

I'd rather not talk about that now,
major.

Good call, sir.

What's this?

Washington confirmed your suspicions
about the pencil fuse.

According to Forensics,
the specific device used

had a six-and-a-half-hour fuse.

- What am I looking at, sir?
- The grandfather, Artemus Sullivan.

Jungle Larry told us
the guy who bought the pencil fuses

a year ago was an old guy.

See if you can get an address, Bud.
Find out if he has a military background.

Aye, sir.

Excuse me,
we're looking for Artemus Sullivan.

- He's inside. Room 106.
- Thank you.

Oh, my goodness.

- There.
- Thank you.

Mr. Sullivan?

Mr. Sullivan?

Sir?

Harm, I can't find a pulse.

Keep your cat off my lawn.

Mr. Sullivan, hi.
I'm Major MacKenzie.

This is Commander Rabb,
JAG Corps.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

You want a gumdrop?

No. No, thank you.

Where's my Jell-O?

I always get green Jell-O on Sunday.

It's Thursday, Mr. Sullivan.

We're sorry
to have bothered you, sir.

- Have a nice day, Mr. Sullivan.
- Yeah.

And keep your cat off my lawn.

You think they bought it?

Hook, line and sinker.

- Hey, you talk to Mr. Sullivan?
- Yeah.

- Did he have an alibi?
- Don't think he needs one, Bud.

- Why's that?
- Art Sullivan is an elderly man

who couldn't get out of the bathtub
by himself.

Are we talking
about the same Artemus Sullivan?

Because I did a check
on an Art Sullivan,

see if he had a military record,

and it came back that he was a chief
in the UDT.

Underwater Demolitions Team?

It certainly fits the bill.

Well, he's in a wheelchair now,
crippled with arthritis.

But it doesn't seem
to be slowing him down much.

According to this article
in the Navy Times,

he and his buddies
just did a 10-mile relay swim

for an anti-drug charity
just a few months ago.

I think we've been had.

This is the Manitoulin
requesting backup.

We are in pursuit of a suspected
drug shipment aboard a speedboat.

We're 16 miles due east
of Carbon Channel, over.

Boys, we got to get a boat.

Well, maybe Jungle Larry can get us
a deal on a patrol boat, huh?

And what are we gonna buy it with?

Drug money.

Hello?

Mr. Sullivan?

Chief, are you home?

Nope.

- Let's look around.
- Here comes the next one.

- Everybody ready? B. B-6.
- Right.

- Yes.
- B-6.

Hey, Harm,
I think I found something.

- Oh, yeah?
- It's a chart.

Looks like he's been recording
the movements of a number of yachts,

including Mendoza's.

Well, that's not all he's been doing.

Is that what I think it is?

Looks like a homemade limpet mine
to me.

And he seemed
like such a nice old man.

- You wanna go to Jimbo's to eat?
- Yeah, that sounds all right with me.

Oh, what's this?

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

You punks!

Come on.

- Hey.
- I got it, I got it.

Yeah, baby!

- You got it?
- Oh, have we got it?

- We've got it!
- Yeah!

Those punks never knew
what hit them.

Bingo!

- Business meeting?
- Who the hell are you people?

We were here earlier today,
remember?

What do you want?

Branco Mendoza was on a yacht
four days ago that blew up.

Looked like it might have been
the work of a limpet mine.

Limpet? What's that?

You make this?

- I don't even know what the hell it is.
- Really?

Well, then I guess you won't mind
if I do this, huh?

All right, smart-ass, knock it off
before you break something.

What's in the briefcase, chief?

My lunch, a newspaper and a quarter
of a million dollars in unmarked bills.

- No, really.
- Well, then I guess you won't mind

if we open it and help you count it,
huh, chief?

Listen,
I've got a little bladder-control problem,

and this is a little more discreet
than carrying a bag full of diapers.

You know what I mean?

Look, chief, in two minutes,
I am calling the police,

and I'm gonna hand you over
to them.

Now, I'm trying to give you
a break here, one sailor to another.

We know Branco Mendoza
was responsible

for your grandson's death.

Then you know that Mendoza
is also a drug dealer.

Which gives you a reason
to blow up his father's yacht.

Where the hell have you people been?
The president declared war on drugs.

We're just trying to help him.

We're? You're not working alone,
Mr. Sullivan?

I'm not answering
any more questions.

And don't bother threatening me
with the police.

You entered without a warrant,
which makes this an illegal search.

I don't think you realise
the seriousness

of the situation you've created
for yourself, Mr. Sullivan.

Branco Mendoza
is a dangerous man.

So am I, sister.

Now, beat it.
I've got a diaper to change.

I'm telling you,
these guys were professionals.

They ripped me off
for like a quarter of a million dollars.

I don't care how you do it.
You find them. Today.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm making a protein shake.
You want one?

You know, I got people ripping me off,
people trying to blow me up,

and you're making a milk shake?

There's no milk. It's non-dairy.

If you don't find my money,

you're gonna be on an all-liquid diet,
permanently.

Look what our boys left behind.

Look at this.

Artie, are you all right?

- Don't even talk to me.
- What?

Don't even look at me.
We're being watched.

Oh, shoot.
That ain't nobody but Beemer.

Yeah, relax, Art.
You're imagining things.

Yeah?

You think I imagined two JAG officers
waiting for me at my place?

And they also found
one of the limpets we built.

- Now, that's not good.
- Well, don't worry.

I got rid of everything after they left.

But, boys,
we are going to be watched.

What about the money?

It's safe, for the time being.

Hey,
why don't we fake our own deaths

and disappear to the Cayman Islands,
huh?

- Hey, just thinking out loud.
- Well, don't.

If we're gonna do anything
with that money,

we need to buy Beemer, there,
a motorized wheelchair.

So he don't have to stare at us all day
like some pet-store-window monkey.

You know,
that's not such a bad idea.

A lot of people around here
need fixing up.

Jerry Sprackman
needs a new pacemaker.

- Izzy Morgan needs his hip replaced.
- Hey, but...

And I bet Esther Winterstein, here,
would look pretty good with a butt tuck.

But what about
the boat we wanna buy?

And our mission?

You think that sinking one yacht
and snatching that money

is gonna stop Mendoza?

It won't even slow him down at all.

Doggone it,
I gave an oath to defend this county.

Here we go, Admiral Nimitz.
Get off your ammo box.

You know,
you're preaching to the choir, here.

Oh, look,
if we use this money for anything,

it should be to put Mendoza
out of business once and for all.

Yeah.

I ran a background check
on everybody at the nursing home.

Six males and two females
came up with military records.

Now, these two, Harold Green
and Wendell Freeman III.

These were the two guys
that were swimming

in that charity event
with Mr. Sullivan.

Green was Explosive
Ordnance Disposal

and Freeman was a SEAL.

Three frogmen.
Who the hell are these guys?

This is Major MacKenzie.
Oh, hi, Harriet.

- I'm not here.
- Yeah, Bud's right here.

Harriet?

With your parents? No, no, no.

I'm working here with Commander
Rabb and Major MacKenzie.

They need me. Yes, it's true.

No, I'm not.

Excuse me, major, but Harriet
would like to speak with you.

Harriet?

We are in the middle
of an investigation,

but I'm sure we could spare Bud
for half a day.

You're welcome, Harriet. Bye.

- Major, did you just sell me out?
- I'm giving you the day off, Bud.

But I don't want the day off.

I wanna stay here
and work with you guys.

Harriet and her parents
drove all this way just to see you.

Commander?

- So you play golf, lieutenant?
- No, sir.

Bud was on the ROTC judo team.

Really?

So you're going to be a lawyer,
lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.
And you can call me Bud, ma'am.

Bud.
And that would be short for what?

Nothing. It's just Bud.

- Bud.
- Bud.

Well, that's just like
the president's dog.

Actually, actually,
his name is Buddy, ma'am.

Wendell Freeman III?

- And you are?
- I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Major MacKenzie.
We're with the JAG Corps.

You a friend
of Artemus Sullivan's?

Well, I know him.

Do you know what he's been doing
with his spare time?

I said I know him. I'm not his mother.

What happened
to his grandson was a tragedy,

but it doesn't justify
taking the law into his own hands.

Is this how a SEAL
spends his retirement, master chief?

- Blowing up yachts?
- Next time, he could get hurt,

or hurt someone else like you,
or an innocent bystander.

If you don't help us stop him,
you'll be just as responsible as he is.

Guys like Artemus and me,

we've been through
some serious business.

And we're still here because
we don't back down from a fight.

And we damn sure
don't sell each other out.

Excuse me.

We have a couple of suspects.

Two of them are frogmen
and one of them's a SEAL.

Oh, of course.
The suspects are from the Navy.

I bet you haven't even called
the police yet.

I didn't feel it was prudent
at this point in time.

- This SEAL got a name?
- Wendell Freeman III.

Wendell Freeman?
That's impossible.

Wendell Freeman was one of
the first African American SEALS.

- Hell, he's gotta be 60 years old.
- Sixty-three to be exact.

One of these suspects
is a senior citizen?

They all are.

Branco Mendoza
killed Artemus Sullivan's grandson,

so Sullivan and his friends
have taken it upon themselves

to bring Mendoza down.

All right,
have the golden boys apprehended

before you're charged
with withholding evidence.

Artemus Sullivan wouldn't have
been pushed to this extreme

if Washington
would send Branco Mendoza

back home where he belongs.

Are you hearing this?
These are your people, admiral.

What's your plan, commander?

Sir, I might be able
to convince Art Sullivan

to turn himself in
if Webb can convince State

to revoke
Mendoza's diplomatic immunity.

Give your head a shake, Rabb.

Commander,
I want this matter wrapped up.

Notify the local authorities
and get them involved

as soon as possible.

And Mr. Webb, if I were you,
I would take the commander's advice.

Get Branco Mendoza
out of this country ASAP

before he blows up in your face.

Hey, Harry.
Bring that cart over here.

- What about these?
- Beautiful. We need those.

Could I speak
to Lieutenant Commander

Harmon Rabb Jr., please?

Welcome to our home, Bud.

I'll have Cora
make us some sandwiches

and we'll have lunch in the garden.
Sound good?

That would be great, Mom.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Tell you what?

My parents are filthy rich
and I'm some spoiled little debutante?

You were a debutante?

No. I was a tomboy.

That's why I joined the Navy.
My mom cried for six weeks.

This is my parents' lifestyle, Bud,
it's not mine.

And some people have a hard time
dealing with this part.

Look, Harriet,
I fell in love with a cute ensign

that made me feel
like I could do anything.

Wherever your parents live, whether
it's a mansion or a trailer park,

really doesn't matter to me.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Lieutenant.

Harriet, why don't you give
your mother a hand in the house?

- I can help too.
- Son, I think we should talk.

Right this way, Bud.

- So is that about all y'all need?
- Yeah, now that you mention it,

could you, by any chance,
put your hands on a boat?

A boat? What kind of boat?

- Fifty-footer?
- And a fast one.

One that can be fitted
with a working.50 cal. And a Y-gun.

- That's some serious hardware, boys.
- Can you do it or not?

Y'all got the cash,
Jungle Larry's got the goods.

Fellas, I really don't think
this is a good idea.

What were you gentlemen
planning on doing with this stuff?

Why, we're going camping, ma'am.

Artemus, guys, can we have
a word with you out front?

Come on, boys.

Go around the back.

Change of plans. Out back.
Out back. Come on, let's go.

Hey.

- What are you doing?
- They was trying to get away.

All right. Put everybody in the car.

Diplomatic immunity's not gonna let
you get away with this one, Mendoza.

- These men stole something from me.
- Oh, that was drug money.

Yeah, well, it was my drug money.

- You people are trespassing.
- Come on. Let's go.

Hey.

Get down!

Holy moly.

- Let's go. Lock the gate.
- Go, go, go.

I got it. I got the gate.

You guys have been
watching Branco Mendoza.

Where would he have
taken Artemus?

- Come on, guys, I'm trying to help.
- Can we go now?

Why? You in a hurry
to go someplace?

No, but I got this sciatica, you know?

And if I sit too long in one place,
my legs start to go to sleep.

- Me too.
- You know, fellas,

your friend has just been kidnapped
by a very dangerous drug dealer.

I would think you would be eager
to cooperate.

- Art can take care of himself.
- Yeah.

You don't know Branco Mendoza.

He's very dangerous,
and he will kill Artemus.

No, he won't.

Not if he wants
to see his money again.

What is this money
we're talking about here?

Hey. Art's life is riding on this.

We confiscated the proceeds
from one of their narcotic negotiations.

- You ripped off a drug deal?
- In a manner of speaking, yeah.

- How much?
- A quarter of a million.

What the hell
were you guys thinking?

Where is this money now?

So is Commander Rabb married?

- No.
- Well, is he involved with anyone?

Mother, I am not interested
in Commander Rabb.

Yes, he is handsome,
and he is smart, and he is successful.

And so is Bud.

Darling,
I just want what is best for you.

Well, Bud is what is best for me.
And I love him.

Well.

And then she says to me, "I'm sure
that wasn't in my job description, sir."

Pull!

- Excuse us.
- What?

Lunch is ready.

Darling, we've got
your favourite sardine sandwiches.

- Well, good, let's go.
- Lieutenant Roberts.

Commander. I'm in Naples
with Ensign Sims' family.

Very well, sir.

Now? Well, it'll take me
about three hours to get there.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll get there
as fast as I can, commander.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
take a rain cheque on lunch.

The commander needs me
back in Miami.

That's all right, Bud.
We understand. Duty calls.

Do you know of a place
that I could rent a car around here?

- Take one of mine.
- Well, no, I couldn't do that, sir.

I insist. We can pick it up
with Harriet tomorrow.

Maybe the four of us
could have lunch.

- Oh, yeah.
- But l...

No buts about it. Take the Jag.
Be in Miami in an hour.

Jag?

- Where is it?
- I couldn't find it.

I told you.

Hey.
You're gonna have to pay for that.

Who do you think you are, gramps?

Don't call me gramps.

You think you can come in here
and rip me off

like I'm some two-bit punk?

You are a two-bit punk.
You killed my grandson.

Grandson?

I don't even know your grandson.

Looks like somebody got here
before us.

Yeah, but I think we're all right.

Yeah.

Where the hell's my money,
gramps?

You call me gramps one more time,
and I'll break your nose.

Can you believe this crazy old man?

You got two seconds
to spill your guts,

or I'm gonna spill them for real,
gramps.

I warned you!

Hold him down! Hold him down!

You hold him down! Hold him down!

I wanna know!

Yeah.

Hang on.

Branco, it's for you.
They said they got your money.

They said they'll trade it
for the old man.

You ain't worth it.

The marina. Fifteen minutes.
I see anybody who even knows a cop,

I'm gonna pull a Dr. Kevorkian
on gramps here.

- Where are they?
- Hey, there they are.

We got a guy working on a boat,
a couple tourists,

otherwise, the coast is clear.

Yeah, I think they're alone.

If they're not, they're both dead,
and so are you.

Go get it.

Stop the boat.

You got no authority to arrest me.

I'm not gonna arrest you.
I'm gonna shoot you.

Don't move.

- Hey, Art.
- Hey, what took you so long?

Hey, what do you expect?
They're only kids.

They blew up my yacht. Arrest them.

- I got diplomatic immunity.
- Not anymore, you don't.

You've been a bad boy
one too many times, Branco.

Daddy's sending you home.

Harm.

- Permission to speak freely, ma'am?
- Of course, Bud.

Sir, I'm sorry I got here so late,
but I came as fast as I could.

- Did I miss anything?
- Oh, no, Bud. Right on time.

- Where did you get this car, Bud?
- It's Harriet's father's.

Can you believe it?
He's got a bunch of them.

Hey, would you like to ride in a Jag
with a JAG, ma'am?

Go.

I take it you and Harriet's parents
are getting along?

Oh, yeah.

I suppose you'll think
this makes you a hero?

Not really.

And he still gets away
with murdering my grandson.

Well, he won't hurt anyone else
in this country, Artemus.

You have some good friends.
You wanna take a piece of advice,

I'd stop doing things
that might get them killed.

I mean, you guys are getting
a little too old for this, don't you think?

Commander.

Do you know what it's like to be 72?

- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.

Because it doesn't feel any different
than being 50 or 30 or 20.

Some things don't go as fast
or as strong,

but up here, where it counts,

you still feel like that same
active young man you were at 18.

Is this your way of telling me you're still
gonna get yourself into trouble?

Old heroes never die, commander.

They just become
the stuff of legends.

- See you around, sir.
- Well, let's hope not.

In an effort to downplay
his son's involvement with illicit drugs,

Enrique Mendoza
has asked the State Department

to keep this as quiet as possible.

Which means,
the chances of charges being filed

against Chief Sullivan and the others
is highly unlikely.

Admiral, if charges are filed, sir,

I would like the opportunity
to represent them in civilian court.

Well, hopefully that won't
be necessary, commander.

Provided those boys
will stay out of trouble.

I think they'll behave themselves,
admiral.

There she is, boys.
She ain't the fastest boat in the world,

and she's a little rusty,
but she'll get the job done.

Yeah, kind of like us.

You know, I heard you can pick up
a MiG jet fighter

from the Russkies
pretty cheap these days.

- Shut up.
- Hey, just thinking out loud.

- Well, don't.
- Well, don't.

Now, this is what I was thinking,
fellas. Now, think about this.

We'll take the boat down...