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Oh, whoa.

Whoa.

Nice catch.

Dead files?

Yeah, it seems like

no matter how many you close, they keep on growing.

Kind of like barnacles on a ship's hull.

Exactly.

Why are you

doing this anyway?

Get some help.

In case you hadn't noticed,

Lieutenant Roberts is now running in our circles,

and Lieutenant Sims is doing some carrying of her own.

Your problem is, you don't know how to relax.

Oh, like you do.

Let me make an observation, Mac:

One of us volunteered for duty this weekend.

The other is sailing.

I'm a team player.

So am I.

Difference is that

my teammate is with me this weekend.

Does Jordan know that you're a pilot and not a sailor?

TV REPORTER" at the end of the Vietnam conflict.

On this, the 24th anniversary

of the fall of Saigon, we revisit an event

that brought a conclusive end to an inconclusive war

that claimed 58,000 American lives.

And with over 2,000 American servicemen still listed

as missing in action, the wounds persist to this day.

Well, fortunately, some of them have healed.

Join us, when we return for Escape from...

Hey, have a good time.

And, uh, try not to run aground.

Excuse me.

MacKENZIE: A Navy Lieutenant?

Yeah, a little while ago by the elevator.

Well, this is a military facility.

There are lots of those around here.

Wearing campaign ribbons from Vietnam?

Well, true, there aren't that many

50-year-old Lieutenants.

Are you sure it was Vietnam ribbons?

Yeah. Look, I'm sure.

Mac, this is going to sound weird,

but, uh, the guy looked exactly like my father.

Harm, you're so suggestible when it comes to him.

You think it was that TV special?

Well, either that,

or your father's ghost is following you around.

Now, which one sounds more likely?

Good day, Major.

MacKENZIE: Brumby.

Commander.

Commander, how was your leave?

Fine. Thank you.

What's going on?

Haven't a clue, sir.

The old man said to wait, so we're waiting.

Enter!

Well?

Outstanding, sir.

Don't look like the maitre d'

at the Ritz-Carlton?

Not unless he's arguing

United States v. Wayne

in the Supreme Court, sir.

I could do without the monkey suit,

but... tradition is tradition.

Sir, you are aware that you're not required

to be there until 1000 Monday morning?

Well, I know that, Major.

I'm just trying to get my head into it,

which, by the way, is why you're all here.

When I decided to push this case

through the system, I had no idea

it would come this far, but now that it has, I'm, uh...

Nervous, sir?

Delighted, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Admittedly, rusty.

Now, I-I do feel prepared, but... I could go for a jog

over the course.

It's one thing

to approximate the height of the barrier,

another thing to try and scale it.

Lieutenant, the event?

Uh, yes, sir.

Lieutenant Commander was convicted

of disobeying an order to tell a civilian girlfriend

that he was HIV positive.

Commander Brumby, the sentence?

The court-martial sentenced him

to six years in prison, I think, sir.

You think correctly.

Major, was that, uh... was that the end of it?

Uh, no, sir. I believe two years later,

when a new statute was passed,

the Navy dropped him from the ranks

which deprived him of pension and medical benefits.

Good.

Rabb, take her home.

The Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces reversed, sir.

The Supreme Court is now considering the issues

of double jeopardy and a possible ex post facto law.

Excellent. Excellent.

You've all qualified

for my moot court preparation this weekend.

I'll argue.

You'll be the judges.

Um, everyone available?

Well, well, sir, I don't see how I could turn down

an appointment to the Supreme Court.

MacKENZIE: Sir, actually,

the Commander has sea duty this weekend.

Explain.

Sort of

a shakedown cruise

as I understand it, sir.

You tell some people your plans, sir,

you might as well take out

an ad in the Navy Times.

Uh, what is this about, Commander?

I was going to go sailing this weekend

with Commander Parker, sir.

You've already chartered the boat?

I could cancel Admiral, if you need...

No, no. You enjoy yourself.

You can use the time off.

I'll alert the Coast Guard.

That'll be all, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Have fun.

And you, Major?

Oh, sir, my, uh, social life is flying so low,

it wouldn't be picked up by radar.

I-I'd be glad to help.

Well, let's try this for size.

I'll try to make this as real as possible.

Oh, um... simple yet elegant.

Commander Brumby?

Well, I planned an inspection tour

of the Georgetown pubs, sir.

Ah, that can wait, sir.

Good.

Um, Lieutenant?

Sir, Harriet and I were going to decorate the nursery.

Oh.

But there's always next week.

You sure?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

And, uh, I could use

Harriet's help as well.

By the way, you received an Am Jur award

for constitutional law, is that right?

Yes, sir.

Chief Justice, sir?

Now the ground rules.

When we walk into the courtroom,

I am no longer

your commanding officer.

You're the justices of the Supreme Court.

I'm a humble litigator.

But, sir...?

Lieutenant, when you ask me a question,

I want to hear a chain saw

cutting through the floor around my feet.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Good.

We'll begin at 0800 tomorrow.

You'll be issued files of the briefs.

Please be prepared.

Thank you.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's open.

Oh, good.

Hey.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Hi. Hello.

I called the, uh, National Weather Service.

They're calling for thunderstorms

tonight, all day tomorrow,

winds gusting 25 to 30 knots,

higher over open water.

Mm, is your tub calm?

It's a shower.

Mm... no thanks.

I've had one already.

Want some Cognac?

Ooh. Now, that would be perfect.

All right.

Sorry about this.

That's okay.

A good excuse to cuddle.

You don't mind staying in port?

I welcome it, actually.

Mm.

You look beat.

Well, let's see.

I have an anorexic Ensign who is in a frenzy,

because she gained 14 ounces this week,

a Captain suffering from anxiety depression,

because of his impending retirement,

and a very troubled Marine Lieutenant

with post-traumatic stress disorder,

and those were just my morning appointments.

Hmm.

Mm.

Hang on.

The phone.

Rabb.

Just a second, please.

It's your service.

Yeah, this is Commander Parker.

Uh-huh.

Did she say it was an emergency?

Okay, good. Who else?

He called three times?

Right.

All right. Thank you.

Jordie?

Sorry.

Thanks.

Everything okay?

Doctor-patient privilege.

I can't get into it.

I've said too much already.

You want to talk about it, though?

Make it about me.

Okay.

You're a peacekeeper

in a foreign country, got a clear shot

of the sniper, and you miss.

The sniper returns fire and kills your best friend.

How do you feel?

Guilty.

To what extent?

Well, I'd think about it all the time.

I'd, uh, be racked with nightmares,

have trouble sleeping.

Would you have visions?

Of what?

You think you see him alive.

What's your opinion of that?

Well, that's not encouraging, if that's what you mean.

You think I'm crazy. No.

No. I am, for getting into this with you.

It is completely unprofessional.

I'm sorry, but I have to deal with this.

Can you give me a couple minutes?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Lieutenant, it's Commander Parker.

No. No, it's no imposition.

And where was he?

No. I-I believe that's what you saw.

I'm not going to tell you that's not what you didn't see.

I... What I am going to do

is ask you to ask yourself this one question:

If he was that close, if he was that good a friend,

wouldn't it be more likely

that he's returned to support you

rather than haunt you?

Now, Mr. Chief Justice,

may it please the court.

From the time of ancient Romans until today,

from the days of swords and chariots,

to the era of lasers and radio-frequency weapons,

there is no more fundamental edict

in the military than this one:

An order from a superior officer must be obeyed.

That's stilted.

Um, Mr. Chief Justice, may it please the court.

Commander Wayne willfully disobeyed an order.

That is the beginning and end of this case

and my... legal career.

Rabb.

Hello?

Hello, son.

Dad?

News, traffic, weather and sports every half hour

brought to you by...

You've been waiting for that rainy day.

Well, here it is.

Well, you slept late.

I was up in the middle of the night.

Something on your mind?

Overtired, I guess.

When I was brushing my teeth,

I heard you talking in your sleep.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

What was I saying?

Couldn't tell,

but you weren't having a good time.

Hey, something smells good.

Yep. I made biscuits.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

I'm glad you did. Mm-hmm.

Harm, you should have woken me.

Oh, hey, you need your sleep.

And you needed the company.

Aw, I was all right.

I read. I, uh... organized my desk drawer.

Harm, next time...

wake me.

Yes, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

Let the machine get it.

It's probably your service.

Probably.

You'd better get it.

Commander Parker.

Sorry to bother you, but it's urgent.

Uh... um... yeah.

Thank you. Um...

have Lieutenant Mago meet me in my office in an hour.

Okay. Thanks.

That thing about it always raining on weekends?

It's the law of the universe, isn't it?

It's the same in psychiatry.

On their days off, patients dwell on their problems.

This the Lieutenant who keeps seeing his dead buddy?

I can't go there with you.

What if you knew him?

I don't know him.

Why are you so interested?

Curious.

I have obsessions of my own,

and, you know, I thought I might learn something.

What obsessions have you been having?

Well, there's a certain Navy psychiatrist

I think a lot about.

Well, sometimes, the best way to get rid of these obsessions

is to indulge in them.

Really? Mm-hmm.

This Lieutenant...

is he dangerous?

Yeah. To himself. He's suicidal.

Does he feel like he's being haunted?

Yes, but it's more complicated.

What's his buddy do, anyway?

Stare at him?

He's talking to him.

It's all about growing up in a foster home.

There are serious issues of abandonment,

and that is all I'm willing to say.

Oh, I understand.

I have to go see him.

I mean, he may need to be hospitalized.

I'm really sorry.

Hey, it's nothing to be sorry about.

You have responsibilities.

You, uh...

People need you.

I need you.

Uh... when will you be back?

Couple of hours.

Just be happy you're not him.

Tom Boone and I just flew cap for some A-6s visiting Uncle Ho.

Trish, I got to cut this short to make the mail.

Give Harm a big hug and a kiss from me, and be strong, honey.

I'll be home soon.

I love you guys.

Admiral, I just wanted to wish you well

with Monday's oral argument.

It's an important case for the Navy.

I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Secretary.

Every lawyer wants that quill pen.

Well, actually, uh, that's what

I wanted to talk to you about, A.J.

You don't litigate anymore,

and this is your first case before the high court.

It can be intimidating...

You know, nine ornery justices,

big marble courtroom,

200 hundred years of history staring you in the face.

I have heard

that some lawyers actually wet their drawers.

Well, if I was going to lose control

of my bodily functions, Mr. Secretary,

it would've been in Vietnam.

Well, I'm not doubting your mettle, A.J.

I, I just wanted to let you know that the Solicitor General

is offering the services of Cabot Foster.

Now, Mr. Foster didn't serve in Vietnam,

but he does have three quill pens.

Hmm.

So, you want me to, um, sit second chair.

I want you to be comfortable.

I was wondering why you would come down here

on a Saturday morning, Mr. Secretary.

You don't trust me.

A.J...

To a lawyer, arguing before the Supreme Court is equivalent

to planting the flag on Mount Suribachi.

Not only do I believe I can

adequately represent the Navy's interest

I damn sure intend to win...

Sir.

I'll expect that, then.

Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!

God save the United States and this honorable court.

You may proceed, Counselor.

Pump up the volume, mate.

You are the Chief.

Mr. Chief Justice, may it please the court.

The Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces erred

in overturning the prison sentence

and separation order of Commander Wayne.

The proof conclusively established

the Commander willfully disobeyed a safe sex order.

Diagnosed with HIV-positive,

he was ordered to inform potential sex partners

of his condition and to use condoms.

He disobeyed both orders.

But where's the injury?

None of the women who had sexual contact

with Commander Wayne contracted the virus.

That is correct. They were fortunate.

So was Commander Wayne, or he might ultimately

have been charged with murder.

But what business does the military have

interfering with the sex life of this bloke?

Or anybody for that matter?

The courts have long upheld laws

restricting the personal rights of those in the military...

Restrictions that could not exist in civilian life.

And even if the safe sex orders were invalid,

the assault charges would still stand up.

Lieutenant Roberts,

what the hell kind of response is that?

Sir?

Don't feed me lobs.

Don't give me softballs.

You are the Chief Justice.

Your job is to find flaws in my argument,

not agree with me.

For God's sake.

Challenge! Interrupt! Attack!

Yes, sir.

Commander Wayne didn't attack any of these women, did he?

No, he did not.

And each of these women consented

to their sexual contact, correct?

That is correct. However...

Then how can he be charged with assault and battery,

which for the last 500 years of common law

has required unconsented-to physical contact?

One message.

Lieutenant Mago here, Doctor.

I'm, uh, I'm going to have to cancel today's appointment.

Please don't try to call me.

I-I need some time to myself.

Ready?

Is it that time?

Yeah.

This is sort of fun, isn't it?

Once you get into it?

Yeah, it is, sort of.

You don't think I was too hard on the Admiral do you, Major?

No. He told us not to hold back, Bud.

If anything, I think you could be tougher on him.

We would be doing him a favor, wouldn't we?

I mean, after all, that's the reason

he selected us for this detail.

We should be tough.

Unrelenting.

'Morning, Your Honors.

Good morning, sir.

What are you doing here?

Research.

Rained out, huh?

Yeah.

Uh, excuse me, sir, ma'am.

I'll see you in there.

We resume in five minutes.

Yes, Mr. Chief Justice.

How's it going?

Well, by Monday, the Admiral will be ready,

and we'll be exhausted.

Mac, um...

you got a minute?

Sure. What is it?

I saw him again.

Last night, outside my apartment.

Your father?

Harm... Look, before you go directly

to skepticism, I want you to see something.

Take a look at this.

I photocopied the visitors' log.

Yesterday, 1630, a Lieutenant Hammer signed in...

That was my father's call sign.

At 1655 he signed out... Directly after I saw him.

I'm, I'm not even sure this says Hammer.

It could be Hammond or even Dammer.

This is not the kind of evidence

that you want in court.

Maybe.

Maybe it's something else, Mac.

Look... we both know

that I have seen ghosts before...

Aboard the Hornet, Lieutenant Tate, he was with my father.

Have you talked to Jordan about this?

No.

But you're talking to me?

You're ignoring the person

that you have the most intimate relationship with...

A psychiatrist who's supposed to be able to understand

what you're going through.

I know. It seems that way, I guess.

Why?

Well, for one thing,

she's working with a patient right now,

who suffers hallucinations.

I knew she'd go directly to that

without considering other options.

You have always...

you know, humored my, uh,

occasional metaphysical moment.

Harm, I don't think that either one us

could be objective about your father.

Go to Jordan.

You owe it to her for...

all kinds of reasons.

And don't, don't tell her that you came to see me first.

All right. Thanks, Mac.

You're, uh... you're a good friend.

Yeah, that's me.

Girl next door.

Look,

talk to Jordan and give it time.

Think it through.

If you still can't let it go,

just trust your gut.

Hasn't failed you yet.

Rabb.

How's that swing coming, son?

Remember to choke up on the bat and swing level.

I'll be walking through the door before you know it.

What's wrong?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

This is my fault.

I should never have discussed the Mago case with you.

Don't go there, Jordan.

I didn't realize how deep an issue this was for you.

Look, all I'm asking for is the benefit of the doubt, okay?

I know my father's voice better than I know my own.

The letter-tapes he sent home to my mother

I've listened to...

I don't know how many times.

It was my catechism.

All the more reason to think you hear him now.

Harm, the most common hallucination is

the vision of a loved one who's died.

There's nothing abnormal about it.

And given your 30-year search for your father,

I'd be surprised if you didn't see or hear him.

While incarcerated,

Commander Wayne was ordered removed from the Navy

under a law which was passed after his trial.

That sounds like an ex post facto statute.

I don't believe it is, because...

And what about double jeopardy?

Dropping an officer from the active duty ranks

is an administrative action, not a judicial punishment.

But the Navy didn't offer a separation hearing.

Weak response, Counselor.

And I'm still concerned about the Navy's validity

in telling an unmarried officer

the circumstances under which he may have sex.

And doesn't this violate the notion of fairness

and due process to punish a man under a law

which was passed after his trial?

Admiral?

Well...

if it's not criminal punishment

for the purposes of the double jeopardy clause,

the same holds true for the ex post facto clause.

Counselor, your time is up. Additionally,

the Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces

has no jurisdiction to bar the Navy Counselor...

from administratively separating Counselor.

Commander Wayne.

Admiral, kindly take your seat.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chief Justice,

I was trying to fully explain...

Your arguments have more holes

than a target ship.

Your time has expired.

Please sit down.

Mr. Chief Justice, I would like to extend argument

for one moment.

Uh...

Admiral, what were you saying about jurisdiction?

Under authority of Congress, Court of Appeals

is empowered to review court-martial convictions,

not administrative separation.

While not directly on point,

the case of Hendricks v. Warden

when read in conjunction

with Pennsylvania v. The U.S. Marshals Service,

makes it relevant.

It's a novel argument, but an interesting one.

It hadn't occurred to me, but it works.

It works... kind of.

We'd have to reverse the Court of Appeals for the Armed Services.

It would set a precedent.

Yes, Lieutenant, it would.

Which is... okay.

Admiral, thank you

for your cogent and illuminating arguments.

This court is adjourned.

Wow. Looks great.

Zucchini lasagna... My mother's recipe.

She snagged my father with it.

You know, this isn't right.

You're supposed to be the guest

I should be serving you.

I feel comfortable in your house.

It's a good thing.

Excellent.

Really good.

Thank you.

Thank you for putting up with me.

I could say the same thing.

We both lead complicated lives.

You know, this is the first moment of the whole weekend

that feels uncomplicated.

Let's toast to that.

The wine.

You stay. I'll get it.

What's going on?

Harm?

He must have gone down the fire escape.

Who? Harm!

Harm!

Maybe he left something in the car.

Harm!

It was him, Jordan!

No! In a P.O.W. uniform.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Did you ever see your father in a P.O.W. uniform?

No!

Not even in a photo?

Never.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

Until now, you've simply been reliving scenes

you've already experienced.

Your... your... your father as an aviator.

Him talking to you.

The old memories rewinding and unspooling.

But now, your mind

is fabricating new ones.

Why?

Is it safe to assume you've never used

mind-altering drugs...

LSD, peyote, psilocybin.

Very safe.

Have you suffered any head injuries?

I've been punched in the head a few times

but nothing recently.

I don't think this is psychosis.

But I can't rule out the possibility of organic brain damage.

I want you to report to Bethesda for a CT scan.

All right, whatever you want.

All right.

That phone call I told you about,

it seemed so real, Jordie.

It seemed so real.

What did he say to you?

Well, he said he was...

he said he was looking forward to coming home...

you know?

Playing ball with me.

Stuff like that.

He told me to...

choke up on the bat, you know?

Is that something he would say?

No, that's something he did say.

He did say that.

It's tape number seven.

It's one of my favorites.

I just left the hangar deck, Trish.

I bet Harm would love to see this.

How's that swing coming, son?

Remember to choke up on the bat and swing level.

I'll be walking through the door before you know it.

Those last three sentences...

that's what he said to me on the phone.

Exactly... the same inflection, everything.

Somebody's been here.

How can you tell?

Tapes are out of order.

They've been tampered with.

Whoever did this...

is trying to play with my head.

Tell me...

how goes the search for Papa Rabb?

You know, I hear he's living very well outside of Kiev.

Or is it Smolensk?

Anyway...

shame he never calls.

Palmer.

I hear Boone coming.

We've got a briefing in five minutes.

I've got to go now, Trish.

But I'll be home to see you and little Harm soon.

I'll be home to see you and little Harm soon.

I'll see you and little Harm soon.

I'll see you soon.

Harm, slow down.

You kidding me? After last time?

You dealt with him.

I-I never met the man.

And I want to keep it that way, Jordan.

Clark Palmer is a sociopath...

a techno-freak escape artist,

who thinks he's smarter than everybody else.

He has no conscience

through which to filter his impulses.

All he cares about is playing the game to win.

He wants recognition for what he does

appreciation for his skills...

In a big way.

Then he'd probably leave a-a clue or calling card.

You know, when I came back to get you that night,

he left a picture of himself taped to the door.

That's textbook.

Did you try to star-69 him?

Brilliant.

I haven't used the phone since he called.

Hope it wasn't a cell phone.

Good evening, thank you for calling the Excelsior Hotel.

Is this the Excelsior Hotel in Georgetown?

Yes, it is.

Is there a Clark Palmer there, please?

Uh, I'm sorry, we don't have a Clark Palmer registered.

What about Rabb...

R-A-B-B...

Harmon Rabb?

We have a Harmon Rabb, Senior, but there's a do-not-disturb

on his line.

Uh, could you tell me his room number, please?

I'm sorry, sir, but we can't give out that information.

Uh... look, this is his son.

I need to speak to him.

It's an emergency.

If you don't believe me, hang up, call information,

and ask for "Harmon Rabb, Junior, in DC,"

and then call me back, please.

Uh, that won't be necessary.

He's in room 318.

Thank you very much.

He's setting you up.

Jordie...

the way I see it, I have two choices:

I can play the hunted or the hunter.

I prefer the latter.

I don't suppose you'd prefer calling the police?

Look, sit tight.

I'll call you, okay?

Major?

I-I'm sorry to disturb you, Admiral.

I was just relieved from duty.

Come in. Come in.

Thank you.

Coffee?

No, thank you, sir.

Um, it's about the case.

What, you, uh... Last-minute suggestion?

No, sir.

'Cause I feel very prepared.

I mean, today's session was damn exhilarating.

Sir, I...

Do you know that the SECNAV

wanted me to yield argument to some noodle-neck geek

from the Solicitor General's office?

Admiral, I have...

Can you believe that?

The case is over, sir.

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry?

The clerk of the Court called JAG ops an hour ago.

Commander Wayne resigned his commission today.

Huh.

So, uh...

You won.

The hell I did.

The other side retreated.

There's no satisfaction in that.

No res judicata,

no precedent, no...

written opinion.

A case like this could come up again, sir.

It sure the hell doesn't mean I'll get to argue it.

Well, I think you had some damn fine arguments, sir.

If it's any consolation...

Major...

Yes, sir.

Mac...

Thanks.

You're welcome, sir.

Despite what happened, sir...

we're all very proud of you.

Lieutenant Mago?

So I followed him to Memorial Bridge...

and that's when he told me to jump.

And I stood there...

leaning over the railing.

Suddenly, I realized...

My God, what am I doing?

I need help.

Then I thought of you.

How did you find me?

Your service.

I told them it was a life-or-death emergency.

This is entirely inappropriate, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry.

Should I go?

Come in.

Here.

What's this?

A mylar mirror.

Do you know what "Mago" means in Italian, doctor?

No, I don't.

Magician.

I can't come to the phone right now

leave your name and number at the beep.

Jordan, it's Harm.

Pick up the phone.

Hello, Jordan? Hello?

She's tied up right now.

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

Jordan?

Palmer.

Where is she, Palmer?

That's how you greet me?

After all we've been to each other?

If you hurt her in any way...

Oh, no.

I thought I'd leave that up to you.

Look, I'm getting tired of this game, Palmer.

Don't move.

What are you after?

Your attention.

I want every second of your life

to be about me.

When you're awake...

when you're asleep...

when you're on the can...

and when you die.

You're Lieutenant Mago, aren't you?

What gave me away?

All those sessions

with Jordan.

Stuff about the abandonment,

the foster homes... It's all true, isn't it?

So much for doctor-patient privilege, huh?

That's where your resentment of me comes from, isn't it?

I loved my father and you hated yours 'cause he ran out on you.

Too much analysis.

Ruining my life is not going to make you

feel better, Palmer.

You're probably right.

I'll just shoot you now.

Jordan...

are you okay?

Is he dead?

He'll make it.

You knew it was a mirror?

I had my suspicions.

Then when I saw him draw his pistol

with his left hand,

then I knew for sure it was a reflection.

I guess you weren't hallucinating after all.

I guess I don't need therapy, huh?

Oh, that's too bad

'cause I think you would've liked

the therapy I had in mind.

Let's get this guy out of here.

If it's any consolation, sir,

I think that you would've made them

sit up and take notice.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

And, by the way, thank you for your participation.

Sir, if I have overstepped myself, I apologize.

I know that we were just play-acting,

and I think maybe I got a trifle carried away.

But I meant no disrespect.

Did you disobey an order?

No, sir.

Did you shirk your duty?

No, sir.

You know, Mr. Roberts, I was a...

pretty fair litigator in my time

but I came to law late in life.

You're young. That's good.

Mr. Roberts, you have the potential to be a great lawyer.

I don't know about that, sir.

Well, I do.

Now, take my advice...

Let your style develop naturally.

Try not to fire any weapons in the courtroom.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

I have a lot to learn, sir.

Not as much as you think, son.

You didn't have to be here, Commander.

We do this every day.

Just wanted to be sure you admitted the right man.

He won't slip through again, will you?

No. Absolutely not.

Where's your solitary wing?

In a very safe place.

Well, let's hope so.

If you like, we can set up a cot outside his cell.

That way, you can look in on him yourself.

Gate.

Palmer...

get some help while you're in there.

He cares.