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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?

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Well, fortunately, some
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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.