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Hey, Pete!

How about one for the road?

Nah, no, sorry, boys, I'm all closed up.

Aw, geez, that's too bad.

All right, man.

Let's go!

Shut up!

What are you doing?

This is for the Hawk!

Come on, man! That's enough!

Get up! Get...

All right.

Major Sarah MacKenzie,

having taken a lawful oath in a trial by court-martial,

that she would testify truly

did willfully, corruptly and contrary to such oath,

testify falsely regarding the killing

of her husband, Christopher Ragle.

Sir, Major MacKenzie

did testify that she shot

and killed her husband.

There was no lie there.

But she omitted certain details,

including the fact

that Lieutenant Colonel Farrow was present at the time.

She took the blame, sir,

to protect an innocent man.

A lie of omission,

no matter how noble the intention, is still a lie.

Yes, but for it to be perjury, it must be material to the case.

Murder charges against Major MacKenzie

and Lieutenant Colonel Farrow

were subsequently dismissed.

Therefore, I submit, the detail of Colonel Farrow's presence

was not material, and the omission of said detail

should not be considered perjury.

Sir, may I speak?

As this is only

an Article 32 hearing,

I'll allow it. Go ahead, Major.

Sir, I withheld information on the stand,

and for that, I apologize.

As a Marine officer,

and lawyer, that violated a trust.

All I can say on my behalf

is that I had no plan to mislead the court to avoid punishment.

On the contrary, my intent was to take the blame for an act

of which I was solely responsible,

to exonerate a fellow officer,

a good and honorable man.

Major MacKenzie,

you, a JAG officer, lied under oath in my court.

Commander Rabb argues that it wasn't perjury.

You said you did it to protect a fellow officer.

The fact is, you lied.

In every other respect,

you're a fine officer and lawyer.

Commander Rabb's argument is valid.

I'm going to dismiss

the perjury charges and recommend an Admiral's mast.

Yes, sir.

Now, on the issue

of fraternization and adultery

the five-year statute of limitations

has expired on those offenses.

You'll have to answer to your own conscience

on those charges.

Understood, sir.

Be careful, Major.

Don't make me regret my decision.

This hearing's adjourned.

White's good. It's neutral.

You know, if we keep

putting this off for very much longer

we're going to end up with a son that's...

Son?

Or daughter that's going to go to college

without any paint on his walls,

or her walls.

Harriet, you know that I'm happy about the baby

whatever its gender.

I'm just worried about losing us.

I think the best parents are the ones that are able

to keep the fire between them burning.

Don't worry. We can still plan for a baby

and keep the fire burning...

tonight...

I'll fix us a nice dinner,

and after that.

Hey, you guys.

Hey-hey, Mikey.

Hey. Hey.

You are looking

good, Harriet.

Yeah, go ahead and tell me I'm glowing

and I will punch you right in the nose.

I thought you were supposed

to be starting your hitch, little brother.

What are you doing here?

Uh, well, you know, I filled out the recruitment papers,

you know, passed my physical,

took the oath.

I told dad I'd be okay and I sent him on a flight

to Sarasota for a reunion with his old shipmates,

but as you know, that plane was taking off,

I realized that I was doing this for the wrong reasons.

Dad's reasons.

I just couldn't go through with it.

What do you mean, you couldn't go through with it?

I can't go, Bud.

Mikey, you don't have a choice.

You took the oath.

When are you supposed to report in?

In four days.

I-I really need you to help me

get out of this, big brother,

because, you know, I don't want to end up

some yeoman on a frigate somewhere,

when I could be doing caricatures

for maybe the Washington Post.

Okay. We'll work this out, but not here and not now.

Here. Let yourself in.

We'll talk about it tonight. All right.

So does this mean you'll be staying with us a little while?

I mean, if that's all right with you.

It's okay by me, little brother.

Thanks. See you guys later.

Take care.

Peter Reardon is the proprietor

of a sailor trap in Norfolk called the Breakers Bar.

On Sunday night he was attacked

by three assailants he has identified as enlisted men.

Was it a brawl at a local dive, sir?

It wasn't a bar fight, Commander.

It was an unprovoked

three-on-one attack in a parking lot.

Mr. Reardon's still recovering

from his injuries at Mercy Hospital.

Couldn't this be handled by NCIS, sir,

or the ship's legal officers?

This has higher priority.

As you know, the relationship between military bases

and local communities is at best precarious.

That's why I want you both to investigate.

Our presence will show that we care.

Was there any known motive, sir, anything stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Did the victim

mention any previous incidents?

Mm... no.

We'll check it out, sir.

Please.

We're at peace.

We don't want to start a war with civilians.

You're dismissed. Aye, aye, sir.

Not you, Major.

So...

Rabb made a compelling argument.

You expressed remorse.

Admiral Morris sent you to me.

Sir, I explained my reasons for acting as I did.

Those weren't reasons, Major... Those were excuses.

You abused the very legal system you swore to uphold.

It was bad enough that you deceived the court,

but you deceived me...

by pretending nothing was wrong

by hiding your marriage, your affair with Farro,

by letting me believe you were a murderer.

I made mistakes, sir.

I'm not proud of what I did.

You didn't trust me enough

to come to me with the truth.

I expected better of you.

I'll strive to do better, sir.

I had prepared your fitness report,

recommending accelerated promotion

to Lieutenant Colonel.

I'm withdrawing that recommendation.

I understand, sir.

Understand this, too, Major.

From now on, you will play by the book.

One more transgression,

one more breach, and your butt is out of JAG.

Any questions?

No, sir.

Good.

You let me down.

I only really got

a good look at that one guy.

Why do you believe

they were off the U.S, S, Montana?

That's what the bumper sticker on the car said.

What kind of vehicle were they driving?

Blue... Trans Am.

You know, the enlisted guys, I always treated them good.

I give them big drinks at my joint.

Hell, I know what it's like being in the service.

You were in the military, sir?

Army.

Did a tour in 'Nam.

You ever have any personal problems

with other customers in your bar, Mr. Reardon?

Are you making this about me, now, Commander?

Your Navy guys rough me up; now it's my fault?

We're just trying

to put things together

Mr. Reardon.

Were these sailors familiar to you?

I don't know.

A lot of them come in my joint.

Sometimes the faces...

I'll be damned.

This guy right here.

This is the main guy...

right there.

Petty Officer Third Class Wade Colbert?

I think these are the other two,

but this guy Colbert... That's the guy that beat me up.

Yeah. That's the bum that hit me

with the two-by-four.

He give you any indication as to why?

All the guy said was, "This is for the Hawk."

Duty officer to the watch, inspect all decks.

Captain, we're going to need to speak

to Petty Officer Colbert

and his two division mates, sir,

Seaman Olin and Seaman Hendrix.

I thought the victim made only one I.D.

One certain I.D., sir,

but there were two others involved

that he picked out of the cruisebook, as well.

Well, I assume you checked their service records.

There's nothing there that would indicate this type of behavior.

No, sir, but there is a first time for everything.

Let's hope this isn't it, Commander.

You know why you're here Seaman Olin?

No, sir.

We're investigating an assault

in which your buddy, Petty Officer Colbert

is the prime suspect.

There were two other sailors with Colbert

on the night in question.

I don't know anything about that, Commander.

Do you know the Breakers Bar in Norfolk?

I've been there, ma'am. Everybody has.

Anything ever happen there that made you angry?

Not that I can remember, Commander.

Have you ever heard the phrase, "This is for the Hawk"?

No, sir, I don't know what that means.

Where were you on Sunday night?

In our apartment, ma'am.

We were shipping out the next morning.

Was Petty Officer Colbert and Seaman Olin with you?

The three of us were watching TV, sir.

MacKENZIE: Let me guess:

Touched by an Angel?

No, ma'am. It was football...

the Oakland-Dallas game.

Hmm. Who won?

The Raiders. In overtime.

Then why would Mr. Reardon

identify you, Petty Officer Colbert?

Anybody can pick a face out of a cruisebook, sir.

True, but he picked yours.

You know, the guy probably got plastered

and fell down, Commander.

Now he's looking to lay it off on some enlisted man.

He didn't fall.

He was beaten senseless with a piece of lumber.

You drive a blue Trans-Am.

Yes, sir, I do, but I've been to that bar before.

I'm sure that bartender's seen me in it.

You have a grievance with Mr. Reardon?

No, ma'am.

Then why would he accuse you

of assault?

I have no idea, sir.

Who's "The Hawk"?

As far as I know,

it's a type of bird or a cruise missile, sir.

You know, somebody tuned up this civilian pretty good.

Based on his identification,

you could be looking at court-martial charges.

MacKENZIE: As we said before, Petty Officer Colbert,

you are entitled to representation.

I don't need a lawyer, ma'am.

I've done nothing wrong.

General orders, general orders,

all hands man your battle stations.

I was Wepo for a spell on the U.S.S. Antietam,

so I can still call a GUNEX with the best of them.

We'll be firing a five-inch

54 cal., mark 45 weapon on a target being towed at a range

of approximately 10,000 yards

at a speed of about 15 knots.

Petty Officer Lopez will be firing today from Weapons Control.

She's new on board, but she's one of the best.

Load five rounds high explosive.

Five rounds high explosive loaded and cycled.

Round prepared!

Rounds at the ready.

Gunlay is satisfactory.

One round spotting, batteries released.

One round spotting, batteries replaced, aye.

Six, five, four, three, two,

one.

50 feet left, 75 feet short, Petty Officer.

Applying corrections, sir.

Very well. Simulate casualty on the autoloader.

Continue exercise using manual loading procedures.

This is bogus! Who's the skipper

trying to kid?

Come on, Olin.

Get with the program.

All right, guys, come on.

When you are ready, fire for effect.

Aye, aye, sir.

Ready.

Firing for effect.

Come on, Lopez, let's deliver the goods.

Bravo, Zulu. That's a direct hit.

Direct hit! Yes!

Weapons control stand down.

Lopez, very nice!

Way to go, Hawk!

That was great!

Thank you.

MAA report to the OOD. MAA...

Petty Officer Lopez,

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Major MacKenzie.

Sir. Ma'am.

Good work today.

Thank you, sir.

We're a solid crew.

No disrespect, but I hope you're not here to break that up.

Why do you think we would do that?

I know you're here

investigating my teammates, ma'am,

and I just want to say that those three guys

are the best shipmates a sailor could ask for.

What they're accused of, it doesn't sound like them.

We're just trying to figure it all out, Petty Officer,

and by helping us, you could be helping your buddies.

So were you at the breakers that night?

No, sir, I wasn't there.

So you don't know anything about this assault

on Peter Reardon, the bartender.

No. I wasn't there, sir.

I don't know anything about it.

If there are no further questions,

I need to go, sir, ma'am.

The mess line closes in ten minutes.

Carry on, Petty Officer.

Here you go.

Hey, Hawk.

Sir?

Where did you get that tag?

Before I transferred here,

I was a gunner's mate on the U.S.S. Cowpens,

one of the first females there to work with Tomahawks.

The name kind of stuck.

MacKENZIE:: The assailant told the victim

that what he did was "for the Hawk."

Can you explain that?

No, ma'am, I can't.

Maybe the guy didn't hear right.

Those three sailors did not assault that bartender

because of you?

I take care of myself, sir.

I don't ask for favors.

Carry on, Lopez.

Thank you, sir.

Psst. Lieutenant Roberts.

Do you have it, Tiner?

Straight from the recruiting office...

All the enlistees rejected this month.

How does it look?

Some good stuff, sir.

Flat feet could be the ticket.

Very good work, Tiner.

And remember...

Mum's the word, sir.

Mr. Roberts, where are those files I've been waiting for?

Uh... they're... right here, sir.

Is something going on here?

No, sir.

Why do you ask, sir?

I haven't seen anyone look so guilty

since my last visit to the White House.

Petty Officer Tiner is just helping me

with some research, sir.

On enlistment disqualifications, sir.

For reference, Admiral.

May I have my files?

Uh...

You know, Lieutenant, um...

I understand erratic behavior

in an expectant mother.

What's your excuse?

P.M.O.W. report to the missile room.

P.M.O.W. report to...

Skipper, you wanted to see us, sir?

I run a tight ship here, Commander,

so I don't like the scuttlebutt I've heard about you suspecting

a cover-up.

Sir?

I understand

that you two are under the impression

that my men are covering for each other

and that they attacked Reardon

out of some misguided loyalty to Petty Officer Lopez.

Sir, there does seem to be a very high regard

for unit cohesiveness aboard ship.

What are you implying, Commander?

Is that the sort

of behavior they've been led to believe is appropriate, sir?

I'm not a proponent of aggravated assault.

How has Petty Officer Lopez done since her transfer, sir?

She fits in like one of the guys.

She had any trouble recently?

She missed morning quarters a few weeks ago

with the stomach flu.

She failed to call in advance.

Her division officer gave her a reprimand.

Well, do you have flat feet?

No.

Are your religious beliefs

inconsistent with military service?

I went to a Buddhist temple once.

I don't think that'll count.

Any psychological impairment?

No, not that I know of.

Did you lie about anything on your enlistment papers?

Yeah, Bud, when I said I wanted in.

I mean, I really want to be a graphic artist.

Well, those papers are binding.

You could let it slip that you were... gay.

What?

I'm just saying...

Bud, I'm not gay.

I know.

Bed wetter?

Mikey, you're not

making this easy. I'm just trying to find

a loophole, Bud. Isn't that what lawyers do... find loopholes?

Even the best lawyers are limited by the facts

and the fact is that you shouldn't have enlisted.

You should have stood up to dad like I told you,

but you made a choice.

And now you may just have to buck up and live with it.

I'm not saying give up your art career.

I'm just saying you may have to postpone it for a while.

Well, thanks, Bud.

Thanks a lot. I come to you

looking for help, and what do it get? "Buck up."

You sound just like dad.

I hope you do a better job with your kids

than he did with us.

MacKENZIE: They could be the Navy's poster children

for men and women serving together, Admiral.

I'm aware of the service record, Major.

So where are we now?

Mr. Reardon stands by his identification

of Petty Officer Colbert

as the sailor who attacked him, sir.

The ship has a very strong cohesion ideology.

Apparent payback motive.

I'd say we have enough

for an Article 32 hearing, sir.

Where are the parties now?

The three sailors are being held

at the restricted barracks at Washington Navy Yard.

Petty Officer Lopez is at the Fort Belvoir B.E.Q.

Commander Brumby,

you'll serve as defense counsel. You two will prosecute.

I'm confident you will not seek any more meetings

with my clients without me being present, mates?

No, I thought I'd knock them around for a while

until they confessed, Brumby.

Yes, Commander. It's already been taken care of.

Admiral, I'm operating on the assumption

that my clients are innocent, but should they admit

to any wrongdoing, is there any way

to avoid an Article 32 hearing?

That's between you and trial counsel.

There's a larger question here, Brumby.

I want to determine if there's a culture aboard that ship

that condones dungaree justice.

If so, I want this investigated all the way to the top.

I want to know what happened in that bar that night and why.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

All right, we're going to be taking another call in a second,

but let me remind you, this is Dr. Lynn.

That's 1-800...

Hey, we don't open for an hour.

Miss Hanratty?

Yeah.

Hello, ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.

I'm with the JAG Corps.

I'd like to ask you a few questions if I could.

Is this... is this about Pete?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Were you working here

the night Mr. Reardon was attacked?

Hey, I work here every night, so...

Were these three men in the bar

that night, ma'am?

No, not that night,

but, um... they look a little familiar.

I think I've... I've seen them around.

Was she in here that night, ma'am?

No. Uh-uh.

But I've seen her before.

When?

A week, maybe two weeks before Pete got beat up.

Were these three men with her that night?

Yeah.

They were all together.

She seemed like a really nice girl,

but by closing time, she was falling down drunk.

So you know what they did?

They ditched her.

And she kept asking where her shipmates were.

She was sure they were going to come back and pick her up.

Finally, Pete helped her out to the car.

He was going to let her sleep it off out there.

How long was Mr. Reardon gone?

Um... well, it was closing time.

Um... I never saw him again.

Afternoon, Mr. Reardon.

How are you feeling?

Well, this arm's going to be in a cast

for another six weeks.

Oh, that's too bad.

Say, you ever see this woman before?

Yeah. So what?

She was in your bar?

A couple of weeks ago.

She got plastered. I walked her to her car.

You let her drive home drunk?

No, I didn't.

She lost her car keys.

So what happened?

She said her buddies were going to come back for her.

The car was open.

So I left her to sleep it off in the backseat;

then I went home.

Did she get home safely, Mr. Reardon?

Well, she must have

because she was gone the next morning.

Look...

all that happened was

I decided to give a drunken sailor girl a walk to the car.

That's what I did. That's all.

If she's going to accuse me of something to save her buddies,

shame on her,

and shame on you for playing along.

I haven't lied about anything.

MacKENZIE:: There's a thin line

between lying and omitting, Petty Officer.

You asked me if I was there the night the bartender was beaten.

I was not.

You asked me if I had

some kind of problem with the bartender.

I didn't.

I told you, I believe in my shipmates.

I still do.

You failed to tell us that you frequented

the Breakers Bar with your shipmates.

We want full disclosure and we want it now.

I went to the Breakers with the guys.

We played pinball, some darts,

had a couple of drinks.

Hey!

Whoa!

Lopez.

Oh...

I was feeling woozy and went to the restroom.

A couple of drinks always have this effect on you?

Not usually, sir.

I guess these were pretty stiff.

I think I had a touch of the flu.

MacKENZIE:: What happened next?

When I came back, they were gone.

Why would they leave like that?

As an initiation, I guess, ma'am.

I was new to the division.

They were treating me like one of the guys.

That's what I wanted, and that's what I got.

So why not tell us that you went to the bar?

I put myself in a vulnerable situation, sir.

I wasn't able to take care of myself.

It wasn't something I wanted to advertise.

Seems to me your shipmates put you in a vulnerable position.

Ma'am, I want to have

a long, successful career in the Navy

and I've managed to thrive so far by fitting in

and not complaining.

I'm done here.

I'll meet you inside. Thanks.

Petty Officer Lopez,

I know things can get rough on a woman

fitting in at at a new command,

and I also know

that things happen when you're drinking,

things that you don't remember,

and you don't want to remember.

I'm not an alcoholic, Major.

No, but I am,

and I know the signs of someone

who's trying to forget a drunken indiscretion.

You missed muster the next morning

but it wasn't because of the flu, was it?

What if it wasn't, Major?

What if you're right?

Should I just throw everything away

because I was weak for a couple of hours?

Is that what you'd do, Major,

if you knew if you did that

you wouldn't be able to go on in your job?

Just because you're in the Navy, Petty Officer,

doesn't mean that you have to stop being human.

I'm not trying to, Major.

I'm just trying to stay a sailor.

Roberts: I'll get it.

I shouldn't have walked out on you like that.

Come on in.

Where were you?

I spent the night at the bus station.

But about last night and what I said...

it wasn't fair.

You're a great brother.

And your kid will be lucky to have you as a father.

Thanks, Mikey.

That's means a lot to me.

I've also decided you were right.

I made a choice and I got to live up to it.

Let's hope enlisted life

doesn't turn out to be hanging out with a bunch

of beer-guzzling, skirt-chasing yahoos.

Yeah, well, don't let Dad's unique qualities mislead you.

There are plenty of good, regular guys

doing important work in the Navy,

just like you.

I'm sorry, Bud.

MacKENZIE:: Sir, do you recognize any of your attackers

in this courtroom?

That one there.

Do you see any of the others?

Those two, I think.

MacKENZIE:: Did they strike you or kick you?

I don't know. I had blood in my eyes.

Well, what, if anything, do you recall of the incident?

That that one hit me

with a two-by-four till I was on the ground

and then he kicked me

in the ribs a couple times.

Would you describe your condition to us, Mr. Reardon?

Cuts and bruises...

the doctor just repaired three torn ligaments.

The cast will be on for about another five, six weeks.

On a personal level, Mr. Reardon,

how would you characterize your condition?

I just don't feel right.

I probably won't for awhile.

I feel jumpy, on edge.

I can't sleep good, and I can't really work.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Mr. Reardon, can you think of any reason

why these sailors would have attacked you?

No, I can't.

Well, have you had any previous trouble

with sailors in your pub?

A couple of times I closed before they wanted me to.

Some complain my food prices are too steep.

How many sailors would you say

come into your bar every night, Mr. Reardon?

25, 50, when the fleet's in.

That means hundreds, maybe thousands

of sailors every year.

That's not counting the repeats.

All young, all clean-cut,

and you're sure these are the men

who attacked you?

Oh, yeah.

Yes, I am.

You must have quite a memory, Mr. Reardon.

Well, Commander, these men made no effort

to hide their faces

while I was getting the hell kicked out of me.

Petty Officer Lopez.

You, too, were assigned

to the gunnery division aboard the Montana?

Yes, sir.

Any idea why your shipmates attacked Peter Reardon

outside his bar?

I object, Your Honor.

Counsel is stating a conclusion.

Sustained.

You know of any grievance your shipmates had

against Peter Reardon?

No, sir.

You ever been to the Breakers Bar, Petty Officer Lopez?

Yes, sir. A few times,

along with most everybody I know.

Will you describe for us

what happened the last night you were there?

We got there about 10:00...

had a few drinks.

When you say "we," who are you referring to?

Petty Officer Colbert, Seaman Hendrix and Seaman Olin.

Did you leave with them?

No, sir.

I went to the ladies' room

and when I got back, they were gone.

What happened next?

I guess I had too many drinks on an empty stomach,

because I started feeling disoriented.

Can I call you a cab?

I'm okay.

My buddies will come and get me.

The bartender gave me some coffee,

and he walked me out to my car.

I can't find my keys.

I couldn't find my car keys, but the car door was unlocked.

Watch your head, watch your head.

Watch your head.

I'll just sleep it off.

So I said I'd sleep it off a little.

And he helped me lie down across the back seat.

What happened next?

I don't know, sir.

I guess I passed out.

Well, what's the next thing you do remember?

I woke up a while later.

Will you describe for us what your condition was?

It's all hazy.

I remind you, Petty Officer Lopez,

you are under oath.

My shirt was open.

My legs were bruised.

I was bleeding.

I had been raped, sir.

Do you know who your assailant was?

No, sir.

Was it Mr. Reardon?

I don't know, sir,

but he was the last person I saw.

Did you tell anyone about being raped?

Just one person, sir... Petty Officer Colbert.

He felt bad about leaving me alone.

He kept asking me what happened.

He was sure it had to be Reardon.

Did Petty Officer Colbert say anything about retribution?

He said he wished he could make it up to me.

By "make it up," did he mean punish Mr. Reardon?

Object... calls for speculation.

Withdrawn.

When you told Petty Officer Colbert

of the rape, did he express

a sense of guilt?

Sir?

Well, isn't it true

that he, Seaman Olin and Seaman Hendrix

abandoned you in this bar, in a compromised condition?

I didn't see it that way, sir.

Well, how would you characterize this sort of behavior?

As an initiation to their team, sir.

I see.

So...

they left you in a bar, inebriated,

as an act of unit cohesiveness.

Mr. Reardon...

I need to talk to you, sir.

Look. I've said my piece.

What happened exactly

the night you walked Petty Officer Lopez

out to her vehicle?

I told you.

You want to stick with that story?

It's what happened.

Petty Officer Lopez says

that you sexually assaulted her, sir.

I knew it.

I knew it... and, now

you're going to accuse me of rape, huh?

Get out of my bar!

Go ahead, go.

There is no reason for me to believe

Petty Officer Lopez

would lie about something like that, Mr. Reardon.

Why should you?

I mean, you Navy people stick together.

You got an alibi for that night?

You want me to prove that I didn't rape her, huh?

Okay.

In 1971, I was wounded

by V.C. mortar fire at Dong Tam...

irreversible nerve damage, sir.

As a result, I suffer from erectile dysfunction, sir.

I'm impotent, Commander.

Can this be verified?

Would you like my wife to testify...

or would you settle on a report from the V.A.?

You see why I didn't want this to come out before, Major?

My shipmates are facing a court-martial

and I've been removed from duty.

It would've been better if I never said anything.

I'm sorry, Petty Officer Lopez, but you have to try

to tell us everything you can recall.

Reardon put me in my car,

and when I came to, I knew I'd been raped,

but the rape itself...

What do you remember?

It's like a nightmare now.

I was too drunk, ma'am.

Someone took advantage of that.

How did you get home?

I found my keys on the floor of the car.

I guess they'd fallen there.

So, I drove myself home.

But you didn't tell the authorities.

You told your buddies,

and they put themselves on the line for you.

I guess I needed something or someone

to believe in, ma'am...

and my buddies were there for me.

I had no idea this Article 32 hearing

was about a rape, Commander.

It's not. It's about the truth.

And that's the only reason

I'm letting you talk to my clients...

provided you stick to our deal.

Well, I'll ask them no questions

and they'll tell me no lies.

Sit down.

I have a news flash for you.

Peter Reardon didn't rape Petty Officer Lopez.

So, you three beat up an innocent man.

See, that's the problem with dungaree justice.

You miscalculate, it's just another dumb crime.

Are you saying

Petty Officer Lopez made it up, sir?

No, I don't think she made it up.

Then who did rape her, sir?

I don't know, Petty Officer Colbert. Do you?

No, sir. Why not?

It was your idea to ditch her at the bar.

It was your idea to beat up Reardon

when he was guilty of nothing other

than helping Petty Officer Lopez.

So don't you think it's time you three

started telling the truth?

Here's another one,

The Eternal Band of Brothers, painted in Korea,

by Colonel Charles Waterhouse, United States Marine Corps.

I don't get it, Bud.

You know, I didn't even know this place existed

until I started doing some investigating,

but the Navy has a combat art program

that documents military action.

You know, why would you want paintings and drawings

when you can just go out there

and, you know, take a photograph?

Mm, well, read this.

"Unlike the objective camera lens

"the artist not only captures instantaneous action,

"but fuses earlier moments of the same scene

into a compelling image."

You know, I never... I never knew

that the Navy appreciated art.

This is, uh...

in the transport area, Omaha Beach,

Lieutenant J.G. Alexander Russo.

"The yellow and white flares dropped by German planes

light up the skies and ships."

You think this is something that might interest you, Mikey?

I'm no Picasso, but, uh...

you think maybe you could get me into the program?

I can't guarantee anything

but you get through boot camp, and I'll see what I can do.

There's a place for you in the Navy.

I just don't want you giving up your dreams,

little brother.

Commander Rabb, may I have a moment?

Your discussion with the lads struck a chord.

Seaman Hendrix and Seaman Olin

got civilian lawyers.

They've signed pre-trial agreements.

Then they'll both receive leniency

in exchange for their testimony

against Petty Officer Colbert.

Right.

Of course, Petty Officer Colbert is not too thrilled,

and Seaman Hendrix has asked permission

to read a statement before he testifies.

His lawyer has agreed.

The night of the assault

we all went to the bar, looking for Peter Reardon,

because we believed he raped our shipmate,

Petty Officer Lopez.

We felt it was our duty to get justice for her

since she didn't want to come forward herself.

At the time, it sounded right,

but it was wrong to be there,

and we were wrong for hurting Mr. Reardon,

even if Seaman Olin and I never actually hit him.

Part of what motivated us was that we felt responsible,

because on the night she was raped

we took her keys and we left.

She was pretty drunk.

We left her as a kind of survival exercise.

We thought it would be funny

you know, as a prank, to just leave her there...

that we'd all laugh about it the next day.

When Petty Officer Lopez was U.A. that morning,

I just thought she was hungover.

I never meant for it to turn out like this.

Thanks for your candor, Seaman Hendrix.

Commander Rabb?

Did Petty Officer Colbert go home

with you that night?

No, sir. He'd hooked up with a girl.

He went home with her.

When you and Seaman Olin left,

Did you go straight to your car? Yes, sir.

Where was Petty Officer Lopez's car located?

The other side of the lot, sir.

So, you didn't go anywhere near her car?

No, sir.

No. You and Seaman Olin went straight home?

Yes, sir, and I fell asleep.

No further questions.

Commander Brumby?

No questions, Admiral.

All right. Step down, Seaman.

Commander Rabb, call your next witness.

I'd like to call Seaman Olin to the stand, sir.

Seaman Olin.

Now, raise your right hand, Seaman.

Do you swear the evidence you give

shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth

so help you God?

I do.

Take your seat.

What exactly happened

the night Peter Reardon was assaulted?

Colbert, Hendrix and I went down

to the Breakers Bar to beat up Reardon.

Why?

Because we thought he'd raped

Petty Officer Lopez.

It was Colbert's idea.

He felt bad that he was the one

who suggested ditching Lopez.

So, after you ditched her,

did-did someone take her car keys?

Petty Officer Colbert took the keys, sir.

And the three of you left together?

Yes, sir.

But Petty Officer Colbert

went with a girl he'd met in the bar?

Yes, sir.

So, you and Seaman Hendrix

went straight home?

Yes, sir.

Did he keep the keys?

No, sir.

So, when did he give the keys to you?

In the parking lot, sir.

You took the keys as a precaution?

Yes, sir.

I thought it was the right thing to do.

That's good.

That shows concern.

So, you and Seaman Hendrix

went straight home

and did you remain there all evening?

I might've gone out

to get some beer or something, sir.

Did you go back to the Breakers Bar?

No, sir. Maybe you only made it

as far as the parking lot.

No, sir.

And when you got to the parking lot

and you found Petty Officer Lopez unconscious,

did you take advantage of her?

You can't ask me those questions, sir.

I got immunity.

Against the assault charges, not against rape.

When Petty Officer Lopez came to the next morning,

she found the keys on the floor of her car.

Any idea how they got there?

No, sir.

Well, let me help you with that, Seaman Olin.

You went to the parking lot, found her unconscious...

you raped her,

and during the assault,

the keys fell out of your pocket.

You can't prove that, sir.

You had one of your buddies

beat a man half to death to cover up your crime.

I guess that's your idea of unit cohesiveness.

It's over.

We know who raped you.

Who was it, Major?

Seaman Olin.

No...

he was my friend...

my shipmate.

Admiral Morris has recommended a general court-martial.

If convicted, he could be looking

at life in prison.

Why'd you do it, Olin?

Military's not a woman's game, Lopez.

You can put on the same uniform as us,

but you'll never be the same.

I didn't join up

to have some girl calling my gunnery.

You woke up on the wrong side of the century, Olin.

Women fight and women serve with honor.

As for your honor,

the members won't take long deliberating

over your court-martial.

We are within minutes

of the deadline set by Serbian extremists

for the execution of three NATO observers

kidnapped yesterday on the road to Kosovo.

The extremists group's demand for a full pullout,

of all NATO personnel from the region,

has apparently gone unanswered.

Both Italian and French military commanders have refused comment.

Did Seaman Olin crack?

Not on the stand, sir,

but when Petty Officer Lopez asked him why he did it

he told her.

In front of all of you?

Yes, sir.

The deployment of NATO observers

has become a strong barrier

to the malicious aim of reclaiming...

You think they'll execute the NATO observers, Admiral?

I hope not, but nearly everyone at the Pentagon

looked pretty grim this afternoon.

Who didn't look grim, sir?

Some old friends of mine.