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[siren wailing]

[people chattering]

[groaning]

-What the hell is it, Doctor?
-Don't know yet.

Probably something
from the mess hall.

[doctor] I just hope
it isn't botulism.

Get those people over
to the VA Hospital, now!

In town? Some of them
are prisoners, ma'am.

They're trustees. Now, if
you're finished questioning me,

they need care and
this infirmary is maxed.

Yes, ma'am. On my way now.

Hey, hey. I'll take him.

Oh, he's a buddy of mine.
It's all right.

Hey, Skeeter, you okay?

Oh, I know you're not okay.

Let's get you out of here.

[gate buzzing]

Something wrong, Bones?

Uh, not anymore.

[groaning]

Corpsman?

-Watch him.
-[man] I got you.

-[whispering] Escape.
-[man] Sit down over here.

-I've got you.
-[whispering] Escape.

[whispering]
Escape. Escape. Prisoner.

[coughing]

[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, with fellow JAG
lawyer, Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and
out of the courtroom

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

[opening theme music playing]

[people chattering]

Leave it to the Marines.

Most people do.

First on the beach and first
to break out of Groton Brig.

No one's ever
broken out of Groton.

-You're not kidding.
-Mmm-hmm.

My God.

This Magida must be
one resourceful Marine.

Huh. When you're
done Semper Fi-ing,

can you point me in the
direction of the Billings file?

The admiral's got a bug
up his six about the appeal.

I think it's over there.

Pretrial agreement, the
military judge must ensure

that the entire agreement

complies with...

[grunting] With...

Big test tonight.

Oh, uh...

Here's the brief
you wanted, ma'am.

Thanks, Bud.

RCM 9-10 F-4.

Uh, ma'am?

The military judge must
ensure that the entire agreement

complies with RCM 9-10 F-4.

That's it. RCM 9-10 F-4.

I mean, uh, yes, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

RCM 9-10 F-4.

[Mac] You think he'll pass?

If there's a
pre-trial agreement,

the military judge must make
sure the entire agreement

-complies with...
-By your leave, Sir.

RCM 9-10 F-4.

[elevator bell dinging]

How do you find
anything in here?

It's like a free fire zone.

I know exactly
where everything is,

except the Billings file.

You know, I don't believe
this. Only one guy escapes

from Groton Brig
in a hundred years,

and they don't tell us how.

He created a medical emergency.

He spiked the water supply
with a homegrown bacteria
that mimicked botulism.

It overwhelmed
the prison infirmary

and he escaped in the confusion.

Could you be a little
more specific with your
directions, Mac?

Try over there.

How did he know how
to grow the culture?

Biology correspondence courses.

He knew the Emergency
Response Plan

evacuated trustees to
the local VA Hospital.

So he pretended he was sick,
punched out a corpsman in the ER

and walked out in
the guy's clothes.

Clever boy.

Whoa! He's a spy.
Twenty years for espionage.

Yeah, he handed
classified information

to an Israeli Mossad
agent in Tel Aviv.

Billings, Arthur.

Be sure to put it
back where you got it.

Corporal Fletcher from
the Provost Marshal's Office

with documents for
Admiral Chegwidden.

No one said you were coming.

Oh, that figures.

It was like a zoo
in the office all day.

Fine by me.

Sir, a courier from
the PMO is here.

[Chegwidden]
Send him in.

Ask Commander Rabb
if he intends to talk to me

about the Billings
appeal before taps.

Yes, sir.

You're on, Corporal.

Commander Rabb?

Sir, Corporal Magida
reporting as ordered, sir!

At ease, Corporal, this is
an office, not a parade deck.

Unlock your briefcase.
Hand me the documents.

I'll sign the release
and you can go.

Something wrong, Corporal?

You don't remember
me, do you, sir?

No, I don't, Corporal.

Why don't you refresh my memory.

"Corporal Magida, this
court-martial finds you guilty

"of the charge of espionage.

"You are sentenced to
forfeit all pay and allowances

"to be reduced to
the rank of Private,

"to be confined for 20 years,

"and to be
dishonorably discharged

"from the United
States Marine Corps."

You remember now, sir?

I remember.

All I ever wanted
was to be a Marine, sir.

That's all I cared about from
the time I could say Semper Fi.

You're going back
into custody, Private.

Put down the phone, sir.

-Put down that weapon, Private!
-Sir!

Corporal, sir. I am a Corporal.

My stripes were
taken illegally, sir.

That was an order, Private.

With all due respect,
I'm giving the orders, sir.

[cocking] Put down that phone!

Tiner, did the Admiral
really say he wanted
to see me before taps

or were you embellishing?

Yeomen don't embellish, sir.

Admiral, Commander Rabb
is here to see you about
the Billings appeal.

I don't think anyone else
should come in here, sir.

Tell Commander Rabb today's
meeting was about Clawson,
not Billings.

I'll, uh, see him when he
brings in the Clawson file.

Clawson?

I guess he changed
his mind, sir.

Admiral's privilege.

All right, Private.
What the hell is this about?

You set me up, sir.

Set you up?

Yes, sir. I want
a statement in writing

that you and the government
sent an innocent Marine
to Groton Brig.

You were charged, prosecuted and
convicted on evidence, Private.

Corporal!

I had to buy these chevrons
in a surplus store, sir.

But they should have
never been taken away.

I will not address you
by improper rank, Private,

nor am I going to admit
to something I didn't do.

Then we have a problem, sir.

How? Think, Marine!
You are out of options!

I'm not going to give you
a statement. You've got nothing.

I have a two-star Admiral, sir.

That's got to be
worth something.

Mac, you got
a Clawson case file?

I never heard of it.

Clawson? Sounds familiar,
but I can't quite place it. Why?

The Admiral wants to discuss it.

-I thought he wanted
to see Billings.
-He did.

Well, there's no Clawson
case pending appeal.

Oh, that's because it's
in Saint Louis, ma'am.

How do you know?

It's in my study guide, sir.

Clawsons, Robert.
CGM case number 620.

The first time that
post-traumatic stress
was used as a defense.

Defense for what?

Uh, some Korean POW
took his CO hostage.

Get everyone out of OPS.

What? Did I miss something?

The admiral's
being held hostage.

-What?
-Yeah.

He calls me in to talk about
Billings and changes his mind

and wants to discuss
a case about a CO taken
hostage 40 years ago.

Uh, 45, sir.

Whatever! Get them out of there!

This is Commander Rabb.
Get security to OPS, ASAP.

-What now?
-Now you write
the statement, sir.

I'm not going to be
party to a lie, Private.

I want my transcript
from the court-martial, sir.

We're gonna go over it,

word for word,

until we find out exactly why I
have spent the last eight years

in Groton Brig

for something
that I did not do, sir.

You records are in Saint Louis.

If you can get Clawson's
and Billings', you can get mine!

Wait a minute.

You told your yeoman you wanted
to talk to Commander Rabb about

a Billings appeal.

But then you told the
Commander you wanted to talk

about the Clawson case.

What is the Clawson
case about, sir?

Private Clawson
took his CO hostage.

You set me up again,
didn't you, sir?

[whispering] Come on, let's go.
Forget it. J-Just go, go.

Go, go, go on.

Are you sure about this, Ma'am?

No, but Commander Rabb is.

Security is on its way.
Game is over, Private.

You don't know that.

You only hope that Commander
Rabb is smart enough

to figure out what
Clawson means.

The Commander'll figure it
out. He's the best there is.

Now, give me your weapon.

Have you ever killed
a human being, Private?

No, sir. But I've had eight
years to get ready, sir.

[cocking]

Send for my files now, sir!

If you please.

Okay, everybody's out.
Commander Rabb's waiting in
the elevator for security.

-Right.
-
[Chegwidden]
Tiner!

Get Tiner back here.

Petty Officer Tiner?

[Magida] Where'd he go?

Probably evacuated by your
fellow Marines in security,

who by now I imagine are right
outside that door, Private.

Corporal, sir!

Corporal Magida!

Not in my Navy.

Anything?

The Admiral called for Yeoman
Tiner twice. Then nothing.

-Tiner, when was the
last time you...
-Sir!

You all right, Admiral?

I'm fine, Mr. Rabb. But
this Private's got a problem.

[cocking] Wait.

Wait, hell! Get it over with!

I'll shoot the admiral!

Lieutenant, back your men off.

Now.

I thought you were
a man of action, Rabb.

Not with your life, sir.

Get your hands off of me!

Not until the lieutenant
and the major join us.

-[Chegwidden] Don't do it!
-That is an order!

If you don't, I'll shoot him!

Damn it, this has
gone far enough!

Whoever he is, Admiral, he isn't
worth dying over! Please, sir!

And you won't be the
only one I shoot, Admiral.

Lieutenant, Major,
over here, now!

What do you want?

The truth.

He wants the truth with
a weapon in his hand?

The admiral's right.
Whatever your gripe is,

no one's going to
listen to you at gunpoint.

I don't have a choice, sir!

Everybody,

back slowly into the
admiral's office. Come on!

Commander, I am
Corporal Jason Magida,

United States Marine Corps,

8-9-5-6-5-5-0-7!

I want all evidence and
material and transcripts

relating to my court-martial.

Don't you do it, Mr. Rabb!

If you don't, sir,
I will kill them all!

I swear to you, sir!
Close the door!

[door closing]

I could have dropped him, sir.

I couldn't afford to take
that chance, Lieutenant.

You saw him.
He's volatile as hell.

Get the Special Response
Team here, ASAP.

Sir, my men can handle this.

With respect to you and
your men, Lieutenant,

SRT is specifically trained to
handle hostage rescue. Are you?

No, sir.

-Tiner?
-Sir?

I want you to get me
everything you can on
Corporal Jason Magida,

8-4-9...

6-7-5-5-0-7.

A good yeoman
memorizes numbers, sir.

That he does, Tiner. Good man.

[Harm]
Corporal Magida, this
is Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Corporal Magida?

I have nothing to say until
you deliver my transcripts, sir.

-Listen, Private!
-I respect you, sir!

Why can't you call
me by my proper rank?

Because your
correct rank is Private!

Where did you grow
the bacteria culture?

In the prison filtration plant.

My... My job was to maintain
water purity for
the disciplinary barracks.

Didn't do a very good job with
the purity part of it, did you?

[sighing]
No, ma'am, I guess not.

You got here fast.

It's not far from Connecticut.

Sit, please.

Ma'am.

Admiral, Lieutenant.

You, too, please.

Please.

Your move, Private.

We wait, sir.

The Commander isn't
going to get your files.

You're always right,
aren't you, sir?

Every order, every
command, perfect!

Have you ever made
a wrong decision, sir?

Because you were wrong about me
and it's cost me my life!

Commander, the Pentagon
said Magida's court records
are sealed, sir.

Classified top-secret.

Now, why would
a court-martial be top-secret?

I don't know, sir.

Is there someone I can call
to get them unsealed, sir?

No. There's someone I can.

[classical music playing]

[people chattering]

[phone ringing]

Answer it, Clayton.
People are starting to look.

[phone ringing]

Sorry, Mother.

It's all right, dear.

Your father gave me years
of practice with this
sort of thing.

-Webb here.
-
[Harm]
Hello, Webb.

Commander Rabb.
I should have known.

I have to take this, Mother.
I'll be right back.

As long as you're
in time for the waltz.

[Mrs. Webb]
You know how
I feel about waltzes.

Sounds like I'm
interrupting something.

What do you want, Rabb?

A favor.

Now why in God's name
would I do you a favor?

Because if you don't, someone's
going to leak to Congress

that a certain Special
Assistant from State

was involved in staging
the theft of the Declaration
of Independence.

You must be in the deep stuff
to resort to blackmail, Rabb.

The deepest.

Doesn't look any
deeper than usual in here.

-[Harm] You got 'em?
-I got 'em.

And I'm never going
to let you forget it.

Where is he?

He's still holding everyone
hostage in the admiral's office.

You know, there was
not even a mention

of his being court-martialed
in his service record.

When they seal a record,
they seal everything.

Who's "they"?

The CIA.

Corporal Magida?

This is Commander Rabb.

The transcript of
your trial is here.

[laughing]

Well, I guess you can
be wrong, can't you, sir?

Leave them six feet
in front of the door, sir.

[Harm] I have shown good faith
by getting you the transcript.

As a gesture of your good faith,

let one of the officers
go in exchange.

Corporal?

[Magida] After I get the
transcript, I'll let someone go.

You think he'll do it?

[sighing]
What do we stand to lose?

[Hart] Stand by, Private.

Corporal, your records are here.

Lieutenant, bring the
records into the room, please.

You made a promise, Corporal.

The lieutenant can join
you as soon as he brings

the records in the room, sir.

Me?

A major's worth
more than a lieutenant.

The corporal said
you could join us, Bud.

I can't leave, sir.

Naval tradition demands
that sailors do not
abandon their shipmates.

Get out here, Bud.

Sorry, sir.

Good man, Lieutenant.

Now that you've got 'em, what
do you intend to do with them?

Figure out how I was framed.

How?

Perhaps Private Magida
is a jailhouse lawyer

in addition to being
a jailhouse biologist.

I don't need to
be a lawyer, sir.

I have three lawyers right here.

-Well, I'm not really a...
-We're going to have a trial.

We have the evidence.
We have the transcripts.

And I have the lawyers.

And who are we gonna try?

Me.

You're going to be
the prosecutor, ma'am.

Lieutenant, you're
gonna be the judge.

Me?

And you, Admiral,

you will defend me.

[guns cocking]

[Osbourne] All right.
You know the drill.

Let's do it.

-Sir, request permission...
-Sit.

Yes, sir.

You know, I'm not really
qualified to be a judge.

I'm not even a lawyer. I mean,
I hope to be one day, but I...

Are you fair?

Are you honest?

I... I try to be.

My mom was very good
at teaching family values.

My sister Winnie,
that's a nickname for
Winnifred, she said...

Sit, Lieutenant, before
you get us all shot.

I trust you, sir.
Please, sit down.

This court-martial
will come to order.

Math, 95th percentile.

Electronics, 92nd percentile.

Science, 98th percentile.

With ASVABS like this
Magida could have picked

any career path he wanted.

He was on a waiting list for the
Enlisted Commissioning Program.

Who is this guy?

And why was he
involved with the CIA?

Webb?

No.

I've done all I'm going
to do for one favor.

And unlike some people,
I have a private life.

Thanks for all the
trouble you went to, Clay.

Thanks for all the
trouble you went to, Clay.

I hope she's worth it, Webb.

Oh, she is.

Believe me, she is.

[sighing]

[elevator bell dinging]

Lonetree.

Why did that Marine
Lonetree spy?

-What did he do it for?
-[Osbourne] Love.

Corporal Clayton Lonetree
sold out his country

for the love of a woman.

Imagine.

Captain Gayle Osbourne,
Special Response Team.

[Hart] Sir.

[Osbourne] We'll be
taking over now, son.

Are those the blueprints
for the building?

Yes, sir.

Harm?

[Hart] This is the room
they're occupying, sir.

You know who that is, Rabb?

He said his name was Captain
Osbourne, Special Response Team.

Yeah, sometimes.
But he used to be CIA.

You better get a body bag ready.

Well, you should have taken him
out while you had the chance,

but then you wouldn't
have left me any fun.

I will not stand by and
see that Marine killed.

What do you care?
Magida's a psycho.

Holding the three people
you're probably closest
to in the world hostage.

You should be happy
to see him dead.

What are you doing
back here anyway, Webb?

I thought you had
a lady waiting?

Yeah, well...

Maybe I don't want to
see that kid dead either.

Well, I'll be damned.

Oh, don't try to bond
with me, Harm. I'll get sick.

Now, you take your men
outside and cover the windows.

I'll call you on TAC
One if I need you.

Yes, sir.

[Hart] All right, you heard him,
men, let's cover all the exits.

All right, Marshall, Jones...

I have sworn statements from
two embassy political officers

-stating that...
-Political officers.
They were CIA, sir.

Everybody knew that.

-Envelope to an Israeli Mossad
agent by the name of...
-Objection!

Malka Dayan.

Sir?

This Marine's proper rank
is Private, not Corporal.

They were letters, sir.
Letters. Malka lied.
I gave her letters, sir!

Exhibit nine.
Two top-secret reports

detailing the United
States' plans...

The video of her interrogation
is here! Play it! She's lying!

The defendant
gave to Malka Dayan.

Play it! You'll see
that she's lying!

Order! Please!

Order!

I was a bad Marine, sir.

I admit it.

I fell for an Israeli national

and you're not
supposed to do that.

But I am not
a bad American, sir.

I am not a spy!

Photographs of the
defendant with Malka Dayan.

It was a love letter.
Not reports.

Admiral, aren't you
going to defend me?

If you don't like my defense,
get yourself another lawyer.

Sir,

I know that two wrongs
don't make a right.

But if I can clear these
espionage charges,

then maybe what I'm
doing here won't be so bad.

What you're doing is
as bad as it gets, Private.

I'm waiting for
a ruling, Mr. Roberts.

My client's proper
rank is Private.

Sustained or overruled?
Defend me, sir!

Order! Order in the
court, please! Order!

Sorry, sir. I...

Sir,

will you and the major
please approach the bench?

This is called a sidebar.

You have 30 seconds.

Sir, please. He has a gun.

I don't care if he's got a tank.

No son of a bitch is
taking over my office!

Are you going to kill
an admiral, Private?

Because if you are, do it.
I am tired of this game!

I will, sir!

[Osbourne] Jason Magida!

This is SRT Captain
Gayle Osbourne.

Gayle Osbourne?

How's it going in there, Jason?

What the hell did you do, son?

Nothing, sir.

That's what I've been trying to
tell you. I didn't do anything!

I've been asked to help
out with this situation,

make sure no one gets hurt.

Jason? Jason!

Where's Commander Rabb?

Commander Rabb's asked me

to speak to you, Jason.

You see, I need to
know that all the people

you're holding
hostage are all right.

Could you have them all
call out their name to me.

-Would you do that, son?
-I won't speak to anyone
but Commander Rabb.

[whispering] The target
is five feet from the door,

in the right hand
corner of the room.

[Osbourne] Now,
you stay calm, Jason.

We're getting
Commander Rabb for you.

He was there two minutes ago.

Now, he's coming, Jason.

Oh, is there anything else
you need in there, Jason?

How are you doing for food?

There's a pizza parlor
just down the road.

[whispering] The target is two
feet to the right of the door.

Form your stack.

He's going to take him out.

The hell he is!
Osbourne, stop!

Get away from the door!
You're being targeted!

Magida's wired with explosives!

Abort now!

Stand down, gentlemen.

There's no point reducing
the building to dust.

Commander, you almost
went home in a body bag.

Oh, I don't think so, Captain.

The CIA would have a hell
of a time explaining it.

I'm Department of Defense.

Who freelances for beer money?

Corporal Magida?

This is Commander Rabb.

[Magida] Where were you, sir?

I was in the head.

I'm back now, Jason.

Everything's okay.

Just relax a minute.

Why'd you say he was
wired with explosives, sir?

To buy time to
finish this trial.

You're gonna defend me, sir?

If Osbourne was involved,
then you may have been set up.

And if you were
set up, so was I.

Now, there is one condition,

you will abide by
the decision of this...

this court.

Sir, yes, sir! Agreed,
sir. Affirmative.

Now, I need to talk
to Captain Osbourne.

Okay, sir.

Osbourne?

Admiral Chegwidden.

Hello, Admiral.
Nice to know you're alive.

You don't expect me to
return that compliment, do you?

A.J. and I served
together in the Mekong.

What can I do for you?

Stand down. I can resolve this.

Oh, you're a hostage, Admiral.

I can't place any value
on anything you say.

You will give me time to work
this out, Osbourne,
or so help me God,

I'll have your ass
when I get out of here!

Well, I'm sure you'd try, A.J.

One hour.
After that, I take him.

Put Commander Rabb on.

-Rabb?
-Sir?

He promised me an hour,
but he's lying.

I'll be lucky to get 30 minutes.

Now, Osbourne used to be CIA

and there's no such
thing as an ex-CIA agent.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Get me everything you can on a
Mossad agent named Malka Dayan.

Will do.

Will do what, Commander?

See that he gets his hour.

I need another favor, Webb.

[Chegwidden] When did you
discover Malka Dayan was
a Mossad agent, Private?

Everybody pretty much thought
she worked for the Israelis.

She was a local hire, sir.

Objection, speculation.

Major MacKenzie is right, sir.

I believe the correct term
is "sustained", Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. Sustained, sir.

I'll rephrase.
How did you discover

Malka Dayan was Mossad?

She told me, sir.

She told you she
was a Mossad agent?

Not... Not right away.
But eventually, yes, sir.

Did she say why she told you?

Because she loved me.

[Magida] She said that we
should stop seeing each other

because I could
get into trouble.

Yet you continued to see her
even after you knew she was
a Mossad agent?

Yes, sir. I couldn't stop.

Why?

I loved her, too.

Sir, is there any reason
to proceed any further?

The defendant has
provided us with motive,

we have overwhelming evidence.

Private Magida passed
top-secret documents

to a Mossad spy, for love.

That's not true.

What is the truth, Private?

Malka lied about
me giving her secrets.

Why would she do that?

I don't know, sir.

[beeping]

Bingo.

Malka Dayan was working for us.

The nightcrawler I talked to
said she was a Mossad agent.

But she was working for us.

She was a double agent, Harm.

She was actually
working for the CIA.

[Harm] If this
nightcrawler friend of yours

came up with her picture,
he must know where she is.

He doesn't know anything, Harm.

He just dug up a file.

Hell, I had to give
him the access code.

[elevator bell dinging]

Let me know how things turn out.

You could have got that
file yourself, couldn't you?

Look, you got the
information, now drop it!

How'd you know about Osbourne?

Rumors.

Did you get the access
code from rumors?

Take your hand off that door.

You came back here because
you didn't want that kid to die.

What's changed?

[elevator bell dinging]

[elevator bell dinging]

Is there a computer we can
use without Osbourne seeing us?

[typing]

You have access to a lot of
places for a Special Assistant

to an Undersecretary of State.

I am a Special
Assistant to State.

Sometimes.

And other times?

I do other things.

Doesn't everybody in Washington?

[Webb] Oh, my God. She's here.

Malka Dayan is
working in Washington

as an analyst for the
National Security Agency.

No! I'll owe you one, Webb.

You already owe me
into the next millennium!

Enough is enough!

If certain people find out
what I've done already...

Malka Dayan is the key
to defusing this time bomb!

Then you go get her!

If I leave now, your
Captain Osbourne's

liable to get everyone
in there killed!

He's not my Captain Osbourne!

Don't quit on me now, Webb!

I'm not quitting on you, Rabb.

I've done all that I can do.

I stuck my neck way out for you.

When have you ever
done that for me?

In the courtroom, remember?

That wasn't for me.

You wanted to get O'Hara
off the hook for stealing
the Declaration.

It wasn't for me!

It was for both, Webb.

From the beginning,
I cultivated him.

[man]
Why did you
cultivate Corporal Magida?

The Mossad ordered me to.

That's a lie!

What did the Mossad
want from him?

They wanted to find out
if the Americans knew

that Israel was selling
missile software to China.

So what did Corporal Magida do?

He stole two reports from
the American Embassy

and passed them to
me in Jericho Park.

Can't you see that she's
talking from a script, sir?

No, I don't see that.

Are these the documents
that Corporal Magida gave you?

It's lies. All lies.

Why did she do that
to me? I loved her.

I need to speak to
Private Magida a moment.

Very well, sir. This court will
be in recess for five minutes.

Uh, think of this
as a gavel, sir.

My imagination doesn't extend
as far as yours, Lieutenant.

You said you had proof
the Mossad agent lied?

It's obvious that Malka's
lying on that tape, sir.

Look, son, it may be obvious to
you, but unless you have proof,

all I have is your word
against a mountain of evidence.

And that's just
not going to cut it.

All I've got is my word, sir!

[sighing]

[elevator bell dinging]

Where is Osbourne?

I don't know, sir.

He was here a few minutes ago.

Where's Osbourne?

Checking out the building, sir.

Where?

That I don't know, sir.

You're in contact
with him, aren't you?

-Yes, sir.
-Ask him.

Commander Rabb is requesting
your location, Captain.

Tell him I'm on the roof.

I'll be down in five.

He says he's on the roof, sir.
Will be down in five.

I think Commander Rabb's
on his way up, Captain.

Good.

[Webb] Right this way, ma'am.

[woman] Thank you.

We're running out
of time here, son.

Three minutes if you're
right about Osbourne

only giving us
a half-hour, Admiral.

How the hell do
you do that, Major?

I don't really know, sir.
But I'm never off by more
than 30 seconds.

Come on, son. Let's end this.

I guess you're right, sir.

[Magida] You're all free to go.

Give me your weapon.

I'm sorry, sir.

I still need this.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means that I am
not going back there.

I won't hurt anyone.

You don't need to hurt yourself.

I'm not.

All I have to do is
point this weapon

at one of those men out there.

[elevator bell dinging]

Malka Dayan. Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb.

The man who will owe me
well into the next millennium.

And then some.

-Where's Jason?
-This way. Thank you for coming.

Just a minute, Commander.

Who's this?

The solution to our situation.

-Her name, sir?
-Malka Dayan.

One moment, Commander.

Captain.

[Brit]
Commander Rabb has
a woman here named Malka Dayan.

Beautiful.

[Osbourne]
Send her in.

Captain Osbourne
cleared her to go in.

Cleared her, Commander.

No one else.

Jason?

[Malka]
Motik?

It's Malka.

Jason?

This is Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.

Malka would like to
come in and talk to you.

Jason, please!

Let me in!

[Brit groaning]

[coughing]

I think it's time you left.

I agree.

I guess you are the
action type, Mr. Rabb.

At times, sir. At times.

Oh, my God. It's really you.

Why, Malka?

[Magida] Why did you do it?

[Malka] They said if I didn't,

they'll tell the Mossad
that I was working for them.

The Mossad would have put me
in jail for the rest of my life.

So you saved yourself
and you sentenced me?

No, they said that nothing
would happen to you.

And I couldn't see you anymore.

I got 20 years!

I'm sorry.

I didn't know until tonight.

You have to believe me.

Put down the gun.

I don't want you to die.

Why didn't you
come looking for me?

I didn't think you would
want anything to do with me.

Not after what they made me do.

"They"?

Who is "they", Malka?

The CIA.

[Harm] They were afraid the
Mossad was about to discover

that Malka was a double, so they
exposed her as a Mossad agent

to avoid the embarrassment of
being caught spying on an ally.

What do you think, sir?

Is this reason enough
to reopen Magida's case?

I think Private...

Corporal Magida's case
will be thrown out as
soon as I present it

to the Secretary of the Navy.

There's going to be new
charges, son. Serious ones.

I'll face them, sir.

I just want my honor back.

Then give me the weapon.

Do it, Corporal. You've won.

Get down!

[gun fires]

[Harm] Down!

Go! Go!

Don't!

It's over, Osbourne.

Is Commander Rabb
going to murder me?

Because that's what it would be.

If I have to.

He'll do it.

Well, you've never
lied to me, A.J.

I believe he would.

[sighing]

Thank God you didn't pull
that trigger, Commander.

You're concerned about me?

Not about you, sir.

About the commander.

My weapon doesn't
have any bullets in it, sir.

[both laughing]

[Judge] Private Magida,

the charge of espionage
has been overturned by
the Secretary of the Navy.

You will be returned
to the rank of Corporal

and awarded all back
pay and allowances.

To the charges of
escaping from prison,

forging illegal identification,

and taking three
officers hostage,

this court finds you guilty

and sentences you to be confined

to the Naval Brig at Groton,
Connecticut, for eight years.

However,

given the eloquent plea
by your defense counsel,

I am recommending to
the Convening Authority

that time already served
be applied to that sentence.

Which, if I am not mistaken,
means that you are free

to return to active duty.

This court-martial is adjourned.

[gavel banging]

[laughing]

[Malka]
Oh, Jason. I am so happy.