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[country music playing
on radio]

♪ Let's throw
caution to the wind

♪ We both know
we're more than friends

[tires screeching]

♪ Baby we're in charge

♪ Of how the story's gonna end

♪ Let's throw
caution to the wind ♪

Man, you got the
air all the way up?

Yeah, it's throwin' snowballs.

It ain't the heat
that's sweatin' ya.

I can't believe
we're carryin' it.

Who the hell
thought this one up?

Probably some computer
nerd in Washington

who ran about a million
different scenarios.

You know, when you think
about it, it makes sense.

Who'd believe you'd
move it by mail?

Yeah.

[whirring]

-What was that?
-What?

Sounds like a flat.

[whirring]

-What the hell?
-That was a Marine Huey!

[both coughing]

I can't see!

Hold on!

[tires screeching]

[coughing]

Go, go, go!

[machine gun firing]

[both coughing]

Let's go.

We did it!

We got it, Colonel!

[narrator]
Following in his
father's footsteps as a naval
aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

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, as a JAG lawyer,

he now fights in and
out of the courtroom

with the same daring
and tenacity that made him
a Top Gun in the air.

[speaker]
Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb
distinguished himself

with actions beyond
the call of duty.

Sustaining heavy
damage from enemy fire,

but believing that
Captain Boone was alive

but unconscious
in the front seat,

Lieutenant Rabb
steadfastly refused to eject,

and despite his known
night vision impairment,

successfully completed
an extremely difficult night
carrier landing.

Lieutenant Rabb's flying
skills and valorous actions

are in the finest traditions
of the Naval services

and reflect great credit
upon himself, Naval Aviation,

the JAG Corps and
the United States Navy.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb,

you may single-handedly
give lawyers a good name.

Congratulations.

[Harm] Thank you, Mr. President.

[band playing]

[Chegwidden]
Well done, Commander.

[Harm] Thank you, sir.

[Bud] Very well done, sir.

Don't overdo it, Mr. Roberts.
He's a naval aviator.

With his wings comes an
ego as big as an admiral's.

One or two stars, sir?

[chuckles]

I was joking, sir.

Lieutenant JGs don't
joke with admirals, son.

It could get them transferred to
a supply ship in the Aleutians.

Joking is strictly
an admiral's privilege.

Yes, sir.

So you joined JAG, Bud?

Yes, sir. I'm attending
law school at night.

When he gets a night off,

I'm assigning him to
your section, Commander.

My section, sir?

He's here because
Lieutenant Austin

recommended him as a legal aide

before she transferred out.

You disagree?

No, sir. Mr. Roberts will
make a fine aide, Admiral.

You're not staying
for the reception, sir.

No, neither are you.

Afternoon, Admiral. Afternoon.

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb.
Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Mac.

[laughs]

Harm.

You two know each other?

-Yes, sir.
-No, sir.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Major.
Of course I don't know you.

I just had a moment of
deja vu.

Must be the uniform.

No, actually,
she was in the Navy.

Don't get too familiar.
You're gonna work together.

[playful music playing]

Mr. Roberts, do you
know any military protocol

for entering a vehicle
with a senior officer?

Sure, yes, sir. One of the
first things I learned at NROTC.

When entering a vehicle
with a senior officer,

the junior officer enters first
and the senior officer last,

so when exiting the vehicle,

the senior officer
can exit first

and the junior officer last.

You're the junior officer, Bud.

Yes, sir.

I assume something's
up involving Marines?

A U.S. mail truck was attacked

crossing the Marine air station
outside Yuma this morning.

By Marines?

Well, that's what the FBI
agents in the mail truck claim.

I don't believe it.

Neither does the
Marine CO in Yuma.

But that's not going
to satisfy the President,

the press, and most
important of all, me.

Well, what were FBI
agents doing in a mail truck?

Guarding The Declaration
of Independence.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[helicopter whirring]

Get that chopper
over my shoulder!

[man chattering]

[reporter] FBI helicopters
have been seen flying down
State Road 319

which has been blocked by
local law enforcement officers

with the assistance of
Marines from the air station

since early this morning,

when reliable sources claim

a nuclear weapon
convoy was hijacked.

-Local residents say these
convoys...
-How about that?

Have become
commonplace in the past year

as the military reduces
their nuclear arsenal

to comply with nuclear
reduction treaties.

Attention on deck!

Most of the nuclear weapons

that have been transported
through this area are...

As you were.

Well, I see it's already
been leaked to ZNN.

Not exactly, Admiral.

I planted a leak that
a nuclear weapon was stolen

and ZNN bought it.

Well, that makes me
feel better, Mr. Webb.

-Coffee please, Petty
Officer Tiner.
-Right away, sir.

Introduce yourselves
to Clayton Webb,

Special Assistant to
the Undersecretary,

who has point on this for State.

More than point, Admiral.

The Declaration of Independence
is a federal document.

It's a State Department
investigation.

[reporter chattering on TV]

With the cooperation of
the Judge Advocate General's
Corps, of course.

Just call us JAG, Mr. Webb.
It's not such a mouthful.

Rabb. So, State lost it?

We didn't lose it, Mr. Rabb.

We had it stolen by Marines.

MacKenzie. Assuming
they were Marines.

-Roberts.
-The hijackers
were in a Marine Huey,

wore Marine camo and
used Marine Recon tactics.

If they're not Marines,
they used to be.

And as you people in
the Corps like to say,

"There's no such
thing as an ex-Marine."

Or an ex-CIA agent.

Why was it being shipped?

Exposure to ultraviolet rays
over the years has caused

what was thought to
be irreparable damage.

And Winton Labs in
San Diego has developed

a molecular reconstruction
process to restore
the parchment.

Assuming the hijackers weren't
Marines, who could they be?

The FBI is investigating
a troublesome militia
group out of Idaho

called The Defenders.

It's led by an ex-Marine
Recon colonel.

What's this colonel's name?

O'Hara. Colonel Matthew O'Hara.

You know him, Major?

He was one of the few
Marines to come out of Vietnam

with a Medal of
Honor around his neck

instead of his widow's.

[beeping on TV]

What the hell is this?

My fellow countrymen.

This morning, we,
The Defenders took
into safe keeping

The Declaration
of Independence.

-This document declares we
have certain
-Oh, my God. He's on ZNN.

Inalienable rights.

Not the least of which
is the right of the people

to alter or abolish
a government

that ceases to meet their will.

Is it the will of the people to
have drugs poison our youth?

To have gangs rule our streets?

To live in fear

in our skies, our cities

and our homes?

Why does the most
powerful country on
the face of the earth

allow these horrors
to persist?

It is time for that
bureaucracy in Washington,

that calls itself a government,

to remember that
they are empowered

to serve the will of
the people.

To that end, we,
The Defenders, pledge,

as did our founding fathers,

our lives, our fortunes

and our sacred honor.

The video you just received...

-Colonel O'Hara?
-Yes, sir.

You realize the resources they
had to have to pull that off?

Well, actually all
they'd have to do

is commandeer the satellite
uplink the reporter was using.

Tiner, give me the CO of
the Marine air station in Yuma.

Yes, sir.

He's got brass.
I'll give him that.

He's a traitor
and should be shot.

Since when did we start
shooting Americans for
saying what they think?

He's advocating anarchy, Major.

And there are plenty
of right-wing nutcases

looking for a voice
like his to follow.

I don't think he's an extremist.

He stole the damn
Declaration of Independence.

That's pretty
extreme in my book.

I agree with Commander Rabb.

I think the colonel
can be negotiated with.

-[cell phone ringing]
-For what? Free time on TV?

He's already got that.

Webb.

The, uh, colonel's committed
a crime on military property

and worse, tainted all of
us by being a former Marine.

Now the only way we're
going to salvage any credibility

is to bring him in ourselves.

I agree, sir.

-Let's do it.
-[all] Aye, sir.

[Webb] That was the FBI.

Your patriot, who wants
the will of the people served,

just contacted us with
a slightly different message.

He'll return the Declaration
of Independence

in exchange for
$500 million dollars.

No need to apologize,
General Pike.
It's not your fault.

Well, Mr. Roberts,
you were right.

Three men posing as FBI agents

commandeered the ZNN
uplink truck at the hijack site.

Marines, FBI and every law
enforcement officer in
a hundred-mile radius

are in on the hunt,
so why do I feel like they're
all eating dust?

Because Colonel O'Hara wrote
the book on desert warfare, sir.

Did they give a deadline
on the exchange?

No.

That's surprising.
How's the swap to be made?

They wouldn't say. Wanted to
know if we were willing first.

-Are we?
-It's not my call, Admiral.

I've got a jet on the tarmac
waiting for the three of us.

Four.

Mr. Roberts seems to
have some knowledge that
might be of value.

Sir, yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

I appreciate the
admiral's confidence.

I will do my best to live up to
the JAG standard of excel...

Don't change my mind, son.

No, sir.

Admiral, this officer doesn't
have any skills I need.

He has enthusiasm, Mr. Webb,

and knowledge that's
already proved useful.

Now, this may be
your investigation,

but it's my Navy.

He goes.

I guess being adversarial comes
from being a lawyer, Admiral.

No.

From being a SEAL.

Takeoff's in one hour.

Let's don't judge
Mr. Webb too harshly.

No doubt transporting
The Declaration of Independence

was his responsibility,
and if it's not recovered,

he'll be spending his mornings
reading the classifieds.

Yes, sir.

And so will the three of you.

Dismissed.

[men] Aye, sir.
-Aye, aye, sir.

[sighs]

Do you have anything to pick up?

I'm a Marine, Harm. First to go.

We always keep
a packed bag in the car.

[chuckles] Well,
I guess that's the difference
between sailors and Marines.

I keep golf clubs in my car.

You can fill me in on your
colonel while I grab my gear.

What do you mean "my colonel"?

You're both Marines, aren't you?

It's just a figure of speech.

Come on, Major.
We only have an hour.

57 minutes.

[elevator bell dings]

Interesting.

Don't judge
an apartment by its elevator.

Apartment?

Looks more like
a storage facility.

Oh, actually it's
a little bit of both.

[sighing]

Cold drinks are in the fridge.

Thanks.

What do you call this decor?

[Harm] Priority.

Finishing my apartment
is low on the list.

Interesting use of a fridge.

I haven't had time
to hook it up yet.

I think you just plug it in.

No outlet.

Ever think of hiring
an electrician?

[Harm] I like to
do things myself.

I have a feeling your
colonel is a lot like that.

Well, that's the second time
you called him "my colonel."

And don't tell me it's
just a figure of speech.

Cubanas.

This'll keep them
from drying out.

Cuban cigars are illegal.

What? Are you
going to turn me in?

No, but it gives me
insight into your character.

Boy, you are tough.

Colonel O'Hara teach you that
when you served under him?

I never served under him.

But you know him?

Every Marine knows him.
He's a legend in the Corps.

Then why would a legend
steal The Declaration of
Independence for money?

He wouldn't. Material things
were never important to him.

You do know him.

And not just as a legend.

We have 33 minutes, Commander.

How do you do that?

I've got great timing.

[helicopter whirring]

[newscaster]
Reaction from
the White House and the
Congress was surprisingly mild,

considering the
magnitude of the theft.

This may be due to an apparent
groundswell of sympathy

for Colonel O'Hara

according to a number of polls
including our own here at ZNN.

Although most Americans
said the Declaration should
immediately be returned,

four out of five believe
that the colonel should
not be imprisoned.

He seems to have touched
a common thread in
the American psyche.

Oh, they love you, Colonel.

It's not me. It's the words.

They've forgotten the words
and I simply reminded them,
that's all.

I think you're underestimating
the impression you've made, sir.

America has a very short
attention span, Captain.

We're nothing more
than breaking news.

We'll be as forgotten as
Gorbachev in a year if we
don't keep reminding them.

I disagree.

America's looking
for a hero to follow.

You're it.

If you call for action
against the government,

the people would act.

Captain Cahill,

I didn't spend 32 years
defending this country to lead
an insurrection.

My goal is to wake
Washington, not set it aflame.

With all due respect, sir.

If it gains us our objective,
what's the difference?

All the difference in
the world, Captain.

Your way is treason,

mine is loyal opposition.

With your permission,
I'll check the perimeter.

Permission granted.

[O'Hara on TV]
It is time for
that bureaucracy in Washington

that calls itself a government,

to remember that
they are empowered

to serve the will of...

Notice how crisp
and well lit he is?

He was shot with a digital
beta cam and halogen lighting.

He's right.

They got their hands
on broadcast quality gear.

Big buck stuff.

Where'd you learn this, Bud?

Night school.

I've been taking a Soft
War course called Sat,
Lies and Video Rape.

What?

It's a play on the movie
title
Sex, Lies and Videotape.

Sat is short for satellite,

lies is self-explanatory

and Video Rape is the
process by which... I get it.

I thought you were taking
law courses at night?

It's an elective.

How's he going to
make his next broadcast?

He can't commandeer
the ZNN uplink again.

He doesn't have to. He's news.

We'll let him have
it any time he wants.

-[helicopter whirring]
-Well, he's not gonna
show up here.

Well, he probably has
his own satellite uplink, sir.

He can broadcast to
ZNN from anywhere.

Can we locate him
when he transmits?

Well, not precisely, sir.

His transponder will
have a 2,000-mile footprint.

Of course, we could use
Rivet Joint to narrow that down.

Uh, excuse me.
What's Rivet Joint?

That's classified!

Maybe we should continue
this conversation outside.

Thank you. Any time, Commander.

You just earned yourself
a flight back to
Washington, mister!

Take it easy, Webb.
He didn't give him anything.

Rivet Joint is super secret.

No, it's not.

There was a story on it in
Aviation Week
last month.

-There was?
-Uh-huh.

We're working on that leak.

Someone care to fill me in?

Rivet Joint is an electronic
surveillance aircraft

we've been using
in the drug war.

I've got it standing by.

If he uplinks to anyone
for more than 30 seconds,

we'll nail his location.

I want that uplink
van confiscated

and the news crew held
incommunicado as material
witnesses.

Yes, sir.

-You're making a mistake, Webb.
-No, Lieutenant Roberts did.

If that local reporter
mentions Rivet Joint,

the colonel will
know my game plan.

Well, he wasn't
a local reporter, sir.

He was from Atlanta.

Didn't you recognize him?

Keep him away from me.

Thank you, sir. Ma'am.

Next time think before you
engage your mouth, Bud.

Aye, sir.

Harm, the investigation
could move faster
if we split our time.

How about if I
interview General Pike,

and you check the hijack site?

Makes sense.
We'll meet back at the base.

Have someone stow
our gear in the BOQ?

Will do.

Maybe I should go
with you, ma'am?

-Good idea.
-No.

The general may speak
more freely to a fellow Marine.

Let's move it!

Take me back!

What's wrong?

Nothing!

You and Lieutenant
Roberts check the site!

I've decided to
go with the major!

Why?

I get airsick!

What's up?

You're headed the wrong way.
The base is south.

You want to tell me
what you're up to?

I must have got turned around.

You know where Colonel O'Hara's
gone to ground, don't you?

-How would I...
-Damn it, Major, enough!

I'm not a fool.

Who is he to you?

Colonel O'Hara's my uncle.

Colonel O'Hara is your
uncle and you didn't tell me?

I thought you knew and
were playing it cagey.

I'm not that devious, Mac.

Yeah, well, somebody is.

I got pulled off a double murder
case to work this investigation

and I doubt it was because
of my vast experience

with mail holdups in Arizona.

Well, it wasn't the admiral.

He shoots straight
from the shoulder.

Webb, on the other hand, is
probably devious taking a leak.

Who are you calling?

-Admiral Chegwidden.
-Wait a minute.

What happens when you
tell the Admiral that
Colonel O'Hara's my uncle?

He'll ask you where he might be.

And I'll refuse to answer.

I wouldn't do that, Mac.
Not to Admiral Chegwidden.

He's liable to charge you
with dereliction of duty.

And he'd have every right.

So please, don't make the call.

Then I'll be the one
withholding information.

If Webb and that FBI
SWAT team get a hold of him,

who knows what'll happen.

So far, no one's been hurt.

Give me a chance
to keep it that way.

Let me reason with
my uncle, please.

Only if I go with you.

Impossible.

I don't know his militia.

They might believe me going
to join him, but not two of us.

[phone ringing]

Okay, you go.

I said, okay.

-[Bud]
Hello?
-Bud, you alone?

Uh, yes, sir. I am, sir.

How are things?

Weird, sir.

Mr. Webb is spending
all his time in an FBI van

that's sprouting more
antennas than the ants
crawling up my leg.

What kind of antennas?

Well, little black ones, sir.

It's about a half an inch long

with tiny hairy feelers that...

-On the van, Bud.
-Oh, the works, sir.

I'd say they're capable
of scanning everything

from smoke
signals to satellites.

Well, it sounds like Mr. Webb
has found a place to stay cool.

I wouldn't know, sir.
He won't let me in.

[Harm on radio]
Look
at the positive side, Bud.

As long as Webb's in the
van, he isn't bugging us.

-[Bud on radio]
Are you
on to something, sir?
-No.

We took a wrong
turn, we got lost.

We're going to look
for a place to eat,

and then head back to the base.

I could use a little
of that, sir.

You're not far from Yuma.
There's got to be a pizza
delivery.

Good idea, sir.

And, Bud, if Webb
starts getting to you,

you have my permission
to exercise an admiral's
privilege.

Understood, sir.

Stay cool, Lieutenant.

You're right.

Webb had you assigned
to the investigation

in hopes you'd lead
him to your uncle.

He's probably monitoring
our cell phones.

He may even have
a bug in this car.

We'll have to ditch it
and pick up another one.

[Webb] Mr. Roberts!

[Bud] Yes, sir!

What are you doing?

I'm afraid that's
classified, sir.

I believe my clearance is
higher than yours, Lieutenant.

Uh, can you verify that, sir?

Take my word for it.

Yes, sir.

I was counting satellites.

What?

Well, NASA developed it.

All that's required
is 20/20 vision

and the ability to stare
directly into the sun.

By moving your hand
rapidly up and down,

you create a shutter effect

which freezes the images of
distant objects onto the iris.

With a little bit of practice,

you're able to distinguish
between satellites,

planes, birds,

escaping party balloons.

All I'm doing is going blind.

Well, that's why they
stopped using it, sir.

[commentator
chattering on TV]

Admiral, sir. Colonel
O'Hara's back on ZNN.

On a three-two pitch.

That government has authority

only because the
people permit it.

Your overwhelmingly
positive response

has struck fear into
the heart of the bureaucracy.

In desperation, they have
leaked a rumor to the media

that The Defenders
are willing to exchange

The Declaration of Independence
for a half-billion dollars.

That is a government lie.

-All we require for the safe
return of this document
-He's not gonna stay on long.

Are elected officials

who are willing to put
the needs of the people

above their own.

That was Colonel
Matthew O'Hara...

Did we get a fix?

Somewhere in the Four Corners.

[Webb] That's over a
thousand square miles of desert.

He wasn't on long
enough to pinpoint.

[beeping]

[commentator 1]
He slides! He's safe!

[commentator 2]
Unbelievable!

When's the last time you saw
an inside-the-park home run?

Oh, my, this place
is going crazy!

Forty-six seconds, sir.

That's good.

I've never been this
close to anything worth

half a billion bucks before.

[thunder rumbling]

[Mac] Is that all the
civvies you packed?

Well, yeah. I didn't know I was
going undercover as your date.

Oh, is that the story I'm
supposed to tell my uncle?

Yeah. You tell him we
were on a camping trip,

you saw him on TV
and you thought you'd pop
in for a visit.

[chuckles] Hey,

there's a bed back here.

So?

Well, it fits our cover story.

Hey, I'd top her
off if I was you.

She is a guzzler.

Besides, there's not another
station for 74 miles that way.

It gets me everybody
with less than half a tank.

That is a big one comin'.

You folks look out
for flash flooding.

Any bank'll honor this?

It's a Navy voucher.
Good as cash.

I'm not doin'
nothin' illegal, am I?

What could be illegal
about renting your pickup?

I don't know. But I don't
wanna do nothin' illegal.

Not for no 200 bucks.

[car engine starting]

[country music
playing on radio]

[Harm] You mind telling
me where we're going?

North.

Figured that much
out for myself.

I'm taking you with me.
Isn't that good enough?

Not if you try and lose
me first chance you get.

The colonel must be
one hell of an uncle.

-He raise you or somethin'?
-Or somethin'.

I'm just trying to understand
why a Marine officer

would lay it all on the line.

He's a man with strong
personal convictions.

I was talking about you, Major.

That's a very nice smile,

and I'm sure most of the
time it gets you what you want,

but I don't know you, Commander.

So if you don't mind, I'll keep
my personal reasons to myself.

I keep forgetting
I don't know you.

Deja vu,
again?

Only whenever I see your face,

or I hear you talk.

I wouldn't know
about your smile.

I haven't seen one yet.

There's not much to smile about.

I guess not.

Sounds like I have
a twin out there.

Not anymore.

Thank God, it's still here.

I don't see any buildings.

Oh, they were razed years ago.

What was left, the desert took.

Except for this old sign.

Hey, this is my kind of place.

"Eats. Live rattlesnakes
and UFO information."

About a mile out there
is Red Rock Mesa.

That's where we
used to look for them.

What, UFOs or rattlesnakes?

Ichnites.

-Ich what?
-Ichnites.

Dinosaur tracks?

Much more fun than
hunting their bones.

The tracks tell the story.

Were they hunting?
Running? Playing?

Never thought of
dinosaurs playing.

Isn't it a hell of a longshot,
him being up there, Mac?

No.

There's a huge cave.

We camped out for a month
and never saw another soul.

A month hunting dinosaur tracks?

And drying out.

The colonel's an alcoholic?

No, I am.

I haven't had a drink since
I was 19, thanks to him.

So how do we get up there?

Only two ways.
By climbing or helo.

Too dark to climb,

so unless we sprout wings,

he'll have to come to us.

And how do we
get him to do that?

We let him know you're here.

[Riske] Colonel, there's
lights flashing in the desert.

Looks like some
kind of signal, sir.

[Cahill] It's Morse code, sir.

S-O-S-S.

Sorry, sir. I can't
make out the rest.

A-R-A

H.

Help.

Sarah?

What if my uncle
thinks it's a trap?

He's Marine Recon.
He'll scope us.

And we won't even know it.

[helicopter whirring]

You hear that?

It's a Huey.

Mac!

Uncle Matt!

Who's your prisoner?

[O'hara]
It's so pure and simple.

And we've spent over
200 years complicating it.

Times are more
complicated, Uncle Matt.

Truth is never complicated.

Right and wrong is
never complicated.

Sometimes it is.

Very complicated.
Like right now.

Sarah,

you didn't come here
to join me, did you?

Uncle Matt, what did you
expect Washington to do?

Agree with you on ZNN?

Say that they're a bunch of
self-preserving bureaucrats

and promise to change?

I'm not naive, Sarah.

Well, then why did you do it?

Because I saw
the torch lying there

and no one was picking it up.

[Riske]
Maybe she's really
his niece, like she says,

come to join us like she says.

Maybe she really captured
the guy who was tailing
her like she says.

Or maybe it's just a cover
story for our benefit.

Maybe they're really Feds,

here to do a little trading.

The colonel ain't going
to trade it for money.

We're not talking
about money, Garret.

We are talking half a billion.

I could buy God
for half a billion.

Don't you go
gettin' blasphemous.

Okay. Maybe not God.

But at least the Pope.

[soldiers chattering]

[Webb]
How long
does it take to eat?

Well, that depends.
Is this major a looker?

7.6.

Wait, wait. You break
it down into tenths?

I use the Richter scale.

[machine beeping]

He's back up on his cell phone.

-
[Thelma]
Hello?
-Thelma, it's Billie.

I ain't talking to you, Billie.

Not after Saturday night.

-And here I was about to offer
-That's not Rabb.

To take you to
Yuma for breakfast.

Where? At Mickey D's?

No, I was thinking about
breakfast in bed at
the Desert Inn.

[beeping] Where'd
you get the money...

It's Commander
Rabb's cell phone.

Navy rented my
pickup for 200 bucks.

What the devil are
you talkin' about, Billie?

Said he didn't want to
get his car all scratched
up in the scrub.

What?

What's happening?

[Webb] Rabb and
MacKenzie jumped ship,

and I'm going to
court-martial them for it!

-Sir? Sir?
-Let's go!

Looks like they know
where the colonel's hiding.

They switched vehicles
so we can't track them.

How were you tracking them?

How were you tracking them, sir?

Admiral's privilege!

I'm going.

The hell you are!

I go or Admiral
Chegwidden learns

that you were
wire-tapping his JAG team.

How else could you know
about admiral's privilege?

Under Chapter 13, Section 5.2,

sub-heading Alpha of
the Code of Conduct for
Federal Investigations

involving military personnel,

wire-tapping is prohibited

by any agency
or individual who...

Oh, get in, damn it! Get in!

Captain, break camp and load
the Declaration into the helo.

-What's up, sir?
-This position's
been compromised.

We're pulling out at dawn.

What about him, sir?

By the time he climbs down
to the road and finds a phone,

we'll be long gone.

Yes, sir.

I hope you realize that
Sarah only took you prisoner

because it was the safest
course of action for you.

[Harm] Well, I'd like to
think that was the reason, sir.

Believe me, Commander. It was.

I love Sarah for
coming here as she did,

but it was
a foolish thing to do.

It must be a family
trait, Colonel.

Perhaps it is. She's thrown
away a promising career.

Not yet, sir.

If you end this now, Colonel,
I could recommend the major
used her initiative

to locate and negotiate
the return of the Declaration.

I'd sacrifice my life
for Sarah, Commander,

but not my beliefs.

Which belief is that, Colonel?

The one I heard on ZNN
or a half a billion dollars?

That's a damn lie put out by
the government to discredit me,

and you know it.

Colonel, how did you know the
Declaration was being moved?

I'm embarrassing the State
Department on the Internet.

So they leaked that
the Declaration was being
moved in a nuclear convoy,

hoping I'd try to take it.

How'd you know it
was in the mail truck?

We followed the convoy
from Denver to Flagstaff.

That mail truck split off
in the morning and joined
up at night.

Didn't take a genius to figure
out what they were doing.

Well, I wonder if Webb
came up with that himself
or if it was his computer?

Webb?

No one gives a damn about
scratching a government car!

Well, they do if they pay taxes!

Which way did they go?

Towards Kayenta.

Well, how long ago?

I don't know.
A couple hours maybe!

Let's go!

Sir, shouldn't we find out
what they were driving?

Good idea.

What are they driving, Mr...

Billie?

[bird squawking]

[O'Hara] I found
them here last April.

They weren't here a year ago.

Two years ago, Sarah.

A year ago, you were in Bosnia.

You're right.

Well, it's strange, isn't it?

They lay hidden
for 150 million years,

then re-emerge in a
single winter's runoff.

Mac said they tell a story.

Yeah, if you use
a little imagination.

These were made
by a large carnosaur.

That's a meat eater.

And these by a sauropod.

-Well, that's...
-Carnosaur's dinner?

[laughing]

With a little imagination,
you can visualize

the carnosaur
stalking the sauropod.

Maybe they were just
using the same trail.

That's another
way to look at it.

There's always another way
to look at something, Colonel.

I have a feeling you're about
to point one out, Commander.

If I may, sir.

You see returning The
Declaration of Independence

to Washington as an end.

I see it as a beginning.

It proves you didn't
take it for money.

And a trial gives
you a public forum

in which to plead your
case to the American people.

And it would save
Sarah's career.

To hell with my career.

I don't want to see you
in prison, Uncle Matt.

He won't necessarily
go to prison.

State set you up because
you were a thorn in their side.

If I can prove your Internet
revelations are true...

They are, Commander.

Well, it just may be enough
to get you a suspended
sentence, sir.

You offering to defend
me, Commander?

Yes, sir.

You realize the implications
it might have on your career?

Yes, sir.

Where'd you find
this sailor, Sarah?

In a rose garden, Uncle Matt.

[Cahill] Ready, sir.

[O'Hara] There's
been a change in plans.

I'll drop you and
the men off at the car

and go on with my niece
and the commander.

Sir?

I contacted ZNN.

Their reporter and cameraman
are waiting at the crossroads.

What are you going
to do, Colonel?

Return The Declaration
of Independence

and plea our case to
the American people in court.

What about the half a billion?

Sergeant, there never
was a half a billion.

We didn't do this for money.

I don't believe you, Colonel.

You're collecting.

We want our share.

Put those weapons
down, Sergeant.

You with me, Garret?

For a quarter of
a billion dollars,

you better believe it.

Damn it! I said put
those weapons down!

You killed him.

I didn't want to do
that, but I'll be damned

if I'm letting a half
a billion dollars fly away.

Get in, Colonel.

You're flying us out of here.

You'll have to shoot me, too.

No. We'll have to
shoot your niece.

[Bud] That's the
truck he described.

[Webb]
Yeah, but where'd they go?

[helicopter whirring]

Listen.

-[grunts]
-What the...

[Mac grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Oh, my God.

Permission to come aboard?

Permission granted.

[clerk]
Place your left hand on
the Bible and raise your
right hand.

Do you swear to tell the
truth and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.