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Coming up to the drop zone,
Gunny.

Should be just
over the next ridge.

Roger that, sir.

We got the word!

It's time to leave the nest!

Let's go!

Drop zone in three, two, one.

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

-Go.
-What the hell is that?

[screaming]

We're hit!

We lost the tail rotor!

Mayday! Mayday!
This is Werewolf One!

We are going down!
We are going down!

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.,

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.

[theme music playing]

[Rabb]
One helo was a Sea King
and the other was unknown.

-[knocking]
-[Chegwidden]
Enter.

Sorry, I'm late, sir.

I was checking
out the state statutes
on gaming.

Let me guess,
Admiral Drake's wife.

Just be careful, Major.
She's just as stubborn
as the Admiral

and twice as mean.

[chuckles]

I read the flash message
on the aircraft incident, sir.

Any words of wisdom you'd like
to impart to the Commander
before he leaves?

I'm not going?

Well, from the looks of things,

I'd say
that your hands are full.

But, sir, this investigation's

on a Marine Corps base.

Hmm. The Commander's a big boy.

I don't think he needs you there
to protect him.

Any questions, Commander?

No, sir.

[Chegwidden]
Good. Would you send in

Lieutenant Roberts
on the way out?

Aye, sir.

Pack your bags, Bud.
We're going on safari.

The Admiral wants to see you.

He does?

I should be going with you.

Of course, you should.
Burning sun,

poisonous snakes,
stinging scorpions.

It's a Club Med for Marines.

Right now,
that sounds wonderful.

Do you know
what the Admiral has me doing?

Freedom of Information Act
requests

student loan recovery,
delinquent car loans

and Admiral Drake's wife
wants clearance

to hold a bingo game
at Bethesda.

-A fund-raiser?
-Yep.

Why am I doing this?

Do you have any idea
why Admiral Chegwidden
is so mad at me?

The same reason we all are, Mac.

You wanted to see me, sir?

[Chegwidden]
Yes. Um, you're aware

that JAG has an opening
for administrative assistant.

-Yes, sir.
-At ease.

I assume you're also aware

that Ensign Sims' detailer

has proposed her
for this assignment.

That-that's great, Admiral.

Ensign Sims
is a very hot worker...

Hard worker.

She's a very nice girl, sir,

and she'd be a great asset
to JAG, sir.

Well, it's not her assets
I'm concerned with, Lieutenant.

It's her boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

Boyfriend? Meaning...

Sir, my relationship
with Ensign Sims
is strictly professional.

I can assure you we would both
conduct our affairs
like officers.

I don't mean "affairs" affairs,
sir.

I-I mean... you know.

Just don't make me
send a chaperone

every time you two
go to the copy room together.

Absolutely not.
You can count on me, Admiral.

Good. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant...

You're right.
Uh, Ensign Sims is a nice girl.

Thank you, sir.

Any chance she has a sister?

Sir?

[man] It's hard to believe
anyone could walk away
from this, sir.

How many survived?

All but one, sir.

The recon team all bailed out
before the aircraft went down.

And the pilot, Captain Cray
managed a controlled crash

that his co-pilot,
Lieutenant Flynn
walked away from.

Captain Cray wasn't so lucky.

What about the men
in the other helicopter?

There was no other helicopter,
Lieutenant.

We were told
this was a mid-air collision
between two helos.

Well, that's what we thought,
too, sir,

but all our other birds
are present and accounted for.

If they didn't hit
another helicopter
then what did they hit?

Nobody knows, sir.

I think they were hoping
you could tell us.

[sighs]

Ma'am?

Harriet, welcome to JAG.

If this is a bad time,
I can come back.

No, it's fine. Come on in.

I could actually
use the company.

Commander Rabb is investigating
a Marine helo crash

while I am stuck here
with a bingo game.

[knocking]

Excuse me,
I'm looking for a good attorney

and I was told
that you're the best.

Uh, Ensign Sims,
this is Dalton Lowne.

-Hi.
-Hi.

[both] Nice to meet you.

I'll check in with you later,
Major.

-Bye, Mr. Lowne.
-Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, uh, today's the big day.

I thought I'd give you a ride
and that way

I can give you
my patented pep talk
on the way over.

Well, do I look like I need it?

You look like you're having
second thoughts.

Oh, just nervous, I guess.

Hmm.

Is this what you're wearing?

Uh, yeah.
Is something wrong with it?

No, no, no.

Not as long as you,
uh, wear it with this.

Uh, I can't.

-Why not?
-That's worth more than my car.

Mac, my tennis shoes are worth
more than your car.

-They smell better, too.
-Oh.

Please, take it as, uh,
as a good luck charm.

I've never had this much luck
in my life.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

[camera shutter clicking]

It's like a giant jigsaw puzzle
isn't it, sir?

Yep.

Looks like
they lost a tail rotor.

What is it, sir?

I don't know.

I don't think it came
off this aircraft, though.

Something's not right here, Bud.

[sighs]

You've got a Marine helicopter
at 2,200 feet
traveling at 60 knots,

collides with another aircraft
mid-air

which sheers off its tail rotor.

He auto rotates down,
impacts here, boom.

What happened
to the other aircraft?

It obviously didn't impact here.

Not enough debris.

So where's the other crash site?

I'm going to have
to ask you people
to get back in your vehicle

and return to your base.

This crash site
is under JAG investigation.

Not anymore. This entire area
is now under the jurisdiction

-of the Defense
Security Division.
-What?

Yeah. Somebody should have
told you we were coming down.

I'm Special Investigator Palmer.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Sorry, Commander,

don't mean to step
on anyone's toes

but like you,
I'm just following orders.

Why is DSD involved in this?

Not in a position
to reveal that information.

I'm going to have
to confiscate your film,
Lieutenant.

[Rabb] I don't think so.

Defense Security Division

has no jurisdiction over JAG.

We do now.

I'm under executive orders

from the Congressional
Military Preparedness Committee.

Look, until I am
issued those orders

this is my crash site.

Consider yourself issued, sir.

-This is not over.
-Yes, it is, Commander.

And if you don't mind
handing over
that piece of evidence, please.

Thank you.

All right, people,
let's clean this up.

Sir, why would they take us
off this investigation?

I don't know, Bud.

But maybe this thing
behind your ear

-will shed a clue.
-You kept a piece?

Send it to Washington
to have it analyzed.

[man]
I don't like this any more

than you do, Commander.

Sir, a Marine helicopter
crashed on a Marine base.

What the hell does this have
to do with the Defense
Security Division?

You have a reputation
of being quite the pit bull

when you want something.

Well, I like to think
of myself--

I like pit bulls, Commander.

What I don't like is a bunch
of Washington pencil-necks

coming into my backyard,

and dumping into my sandbox!

One of my Marines died
out there, Commander,

and I want to know why.

I want to know how.

And I want to know now.

And if Congress has a problem
with that,

then they can just come
down here

and kiss my Marine-green butt.

Yes, sir.

[Richard]
We're all very impressed

with your trial records, Sarah.

And at the risk
of sounding sexist

it would be nice to look
at a pretty face around here

for a change.

Thank you, sir.

We're not in the military here,
either, Sarah.

Please call me Richard.

Well, Richard, I love litigation

but right now, I work
on a case-by-case basis.

I deal with individuals
not with the law.

Now I know you're preparing
to argue a right-to-life case

before the Supreme Court.

What you say may change the law.

I want to be a part of that.
I want to make a difference.

[Richard]
The partners and I agree

you would be a great addition
to our firm,

and that is why
we are prepared now
to make you this offer.

Well, go ahead, open it.
It's not booby-trapped.

It's, um...

Wow. It's very generous.

[Richard]
It's just the beginning.

Now, Sarah, I know
this is a tough decision

and I don't want to rush you
but time is of the essence.

The offer is good
until Friday at noon.

[vehicle approaching]

Mrs. Cray.

My husband was supposed
to do this, you know.

I've been asking him to fix it
for two months.

Mrs. Cray,
I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant,
J.G., Roberts.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

concerning your husband's
accident.

Why?

Well, we're trying to figure out
what happened, ma'am.

Prevent it from happening
in the future.

We understand
this is a difficult time
for you.

Oh, yeah? What makes you
such an expert, Commander?

Well, my father was a pilot,
ma'am.

He was shot down in Vietnam.

So, what? Is that supposed
to make me feel better,
Commander?

Because it doesn't.

I don't, I don't care about you
or your father

or the Marine Corps.

If you were expecting
to come here
and find a grieving widow,

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

As far am I'm concerned
the Marine Corps
killed my husband.

That's not true, ma'am.

Oh, no? Prove it.

Well, that's what we're
trying to do, ma'am.

That's why we're investigating.

My husband crashed.

My husband died. It's simple,

and it happens to women
just like me every day.

I thought I was different.
I thought my husband

was better and... luckier...

I was wrong.

She's really taking this hard,
Commander.

Yeah. She's still in shock, Bud.

She hasn't allowed herself
to grieve.

She will.

She has to.

[playing "Taps"]

She's not taking the flag, sir.

[helicopter flies overhead]

[man]
Whatever hit us
damaged our tail rotor.

You went into a spin?

Yes, sir.

Merlin controlled the crash
the best he could

using just the stick
and collective.

You know, he saved my life.

[Roberts]
We were initially led to believe

that you had collided
with another helicopter?

Well, whatever hit us
was no helo, Lieutenant.

Well, what do you think it was?

I wish I knew, sir.

Merlin took evasive action,

but it still clipped our tail.

Any warning on the radar?

No, sir. It came out of nowhere.

What about the Marines
who parachuted out?
They see anything?

I don't know, sir.

Well, sir, it was big and black

like it absorbed
every bit of light that hit it

and it had a crescent-shaped
arc of lights
that pulsed on and off

but no other distinct markings,
sir.

Did you hear an engine?

Not really, sir.
I felt it as much as I heard it.

It was weird that way.

It made the hair on the back
of my neck stand up.

It was like a big shadow
passing overhead.

I was thrown out of the aircraft
on impact.

I looked up to check my chute
and that's when I saw
the helo go down, sir.

This other aircraft,
did you see it crash?

No, sir.

So, it's possible it flew away.

Yes. I guess so, sir.

[MacKenzie] Hey, Bud. What's up?

DSD? Yeah.
I'll see what I can find out.

Excuse me, Major.
You want these?

Uh, how's the Commander
taking it?

Yeah, I bet.

All right.
What else do you need?

Okay. All right. I'm on it.

You, too, Bud. Bye.

Well, how is Bud?

Oh, he's fine.

You know, Bud's a wonderful guy.

-He's smart, he's funny,
he's romantic.
-Yeah, but?

Sometimes I just think
he tries a little too hard,

that's all.

He's an officer and a gentleman
to a fault.

It's like I'm dating this knight

in shining armor.

And that's a bad thing?

Did you ever try to make love

to a man wearing armor, Major?

Does football equipment count?

That was a rhetorical question.
I didn't mean to...

I'm kidding, Harriet.

Oh.

[Dalton]
You did great.
Everyone was impressed.

Really, or are you
just saying that?

No, no. They loved you.

Not as much as I do, of course,
but...

I think that we should celebrate
with some dinner.
What do you think?

Well, I think it's about time
you fed me.

Hmm, how about, uh, Le Cirque?

Uh, Dalton, Le Cirque's
in New York.

So's my deposition.

I-I found out
on the way over here. I'm sorry.

Dr. Swenson just
became available

and he's the world's
leading expert on euthanasia

and a key witness in our case,
so...

Well, I'll drop you off
at National

and we can have dinner
some other time.

Well,

see, I was thinking

maybe you could be
at the deposition

beside me.

I mean, come with me.

Spend the night.

Well, I have to work.

You can take the shuttle
out of Kennedy at 6:00,

be back at JAG by 8:00.

Uh, that does sound interesting.
Mmm.

All right, but you can't just
dazzle me with opportunity.

You still have to feed me.

Well, I've got a suite booked
at the Regent.

We could order room service.

Yeah or not.

[Roberts] This may
be the first recorded incident
of a military aircraft

involved in an air-to-air
collision

with an unidentified
flying object.

I knew it.

I knew
it was only a matter of time

until you started in
with the UFOs.

Sir, until whatever it is

that collided
with the helicopter
is identified

it technically is a UFO.

Yeah, so is a seagull

until they dig his guts
out of your engine, Bud.

Oh, thank you
for that very vivid picture,
Commander.

Haven't you ever heard
of the Foo fighters?

-The band?
-No, not the band.

In World War II,
Allied pilots regularly engaged

in air-to-air intercepts
with unidentified
flying objects.

They called them "Foo fighters."

Until a flying saucer

with little green men come down

and threaten
to interrupt the Super Bowl,

-I don't want to hear about it,
okay, Bud?
-Sir? Sir?

-What?
-Sir...

What the hell was that?

That's what I was telling you
about, sir.

Where the hell
is the damn thing?

[Roberts]
There it is again, sir.

Hang on.

-Where did it go?
-I don't know.
It keeps changing directions.

There's no way that's a plane
or a helicopter, sir.

[tires squealing]

Right where you are.

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

Hold up.

[Colonel Barret]
I talked to your admiral today.

I did not tell him
that you were detained

by a private security force
for trespassing.

-I appreciate that, sir.
-He already knew.

There are some
very angry congressmen

who want me to throw your butts
on the first transport
back east.

Colonel, we're not finished
with our investigation, sir.

Our friends
at Defense Security Division

seemed to have finished it
for you.

"Mechanical failure
and pilot error."

Colonel, that is impossible.
There is no way

they could make
an accurate assessment
of the crash this quickly.

Now, we saw something last night
in the desert

over the Bradenhurst
Corporation.

Something I believe is tied in
with this crash.

Sir, all I need is 24 hours.

The next transport out of here
is full, gentlemen.

You'll have to wait
till 1100 tomorrow

before you can go back to DC.

Thank you, sir.

-Ensign Sims.
-Yes, sir.

Uh, where is Major MacKenzie?

Uh, she's not here, sir.

I can see that, uh, Ensign.

That's why I was asking you
where she was.

Um, I'm sure she'll be here
at any moment, Admiral.

Do you know
where Major MacKenzie is?

Uh, Admiral.

Uh, can I have a word with you,
sir?

Five minutes. My office.

Okay, um,
Admiral Drake's wife called.
She said--

I called her from the airport.

Okay. A General Kraglime called
about an affidavit.

Uh, faxed them from the plane.

Okay. And then Commander Rabb
wanted you to get him some

-Satellite photos.
-satellite photos.

[Chegwidden]
I'm getting doors slammed

in my face all over town.

I've got a weapons
program manager

telling me DSD is not my concern

but I got people in the field,
JAGs that I support.

So, I keep pressing,
hoping to find the truth

so you can imagine my chagrin
when I learned that not one

but two of my officers
have been caught trespassing.

[Rabb]
I am sorry, Admiral.

We were following
an unidentified...

aircraft, sir, that we believed
to have been involved
in the crash.

Unidentified aircraft,
as in UFO?

You're spending too much time
in the desert
with Lieutenant Roberts.

Admiral, we saw something.

My guess is it came
from the Bradenhurst
Corporation.

It would explain
the high security, sir.

The Bradenhurst Corporation
is a government contractor.

They dispose
of biochemical weapons.

They're authorized
to use deadly force.

You could've been shot
as a terrorist

trying to score Sarin nerve gas.

[Rabb]
Well, my guess is
that's just a cover

to keep people away, Mac.

No one's going to advertise
as a top-secret weapons builder.

Well,
they're a defense contractor.

It would explain
why they're getting assistance
from DSD.

Somebody's pulling strings
for 'em.

National security is one thing

but someone's
got to be held accountable

for that Marine's death.

And this is never going
to happen so long

as the Bradenhurst Corporation
can hide

behind a wall of secrecy.

So, what are you proposing,
Commander?

[Tiner] Admiral Elgin.
The Admiral's in...

[Elgin] We need to talk...

now.

Come up with a plan,

Commander, immediately.

Keep me informed.

Ye-- Yes, sir.

Excuse us, Major.
Close the door behind you.

Aye, sir.

You were told to pull your men
off the helicopter crash.

They haven't completed
their investigation.

D.S.D. wrapped it up.

My men haven't.

This isn't
even DSD's jurisdiction.

It is if Cinc-Pac says it is.

It's called chain-of-command,
AJ.

Those on top give orders
to those below them.

-Understood?
-I understand.

I understand
somebody's yanking my chain,
and I don't like it.

A marine was killed
in that accident
and I expect answers.

And I refuse
to let that go unacknowledged

or unavenged

and with all due respect,
you can go to hell

if you think I'm going
to let you or anybody else

use that dead marine
as a fall guy.

You want to cross swords
with me, Chegwidden?

Because if we get into this
you might just find yourself

fighting to keep the bars
on your sleeve.

Well, I never met a SEAL yet

who didn't
like a good bar fight,
sir.

They sure
picked this place clean,
Commander.

Yep. This is
Lieutenant Commander Rabb,
JAG corps.

I sent a fragment
to be analyzed.

Really?

Well, perfect material
for an aircraft.

So, who makes it?

As in outer space?

Well, well, can you find out?

What?

Well, don't hold your breath.

Thanks.

Our specimen mysteriously
went missing.

-How?
-Aw, it doesn't matter, Bud.

The technician said
it was some sort
of space-age composite,

nothing he'd ever seen before

which proves we are
on the right track.

We sure could have used
that piece of evidence, sir.

Yeah, well, I don't want
just a piece, Bud.

I want this whole thing.

[engine starting]

Do you know
how beautiful you look tonight?

-Not too ostentatious?
-No. Never.

Are you sure? 'Cause
I don't want to stand out.

Well, there's no way
of avoiding that, is there?

Ah, Dalton, Sarah.

Excuse me, Senator.

Well, I hope Dalton has told you

how absolutely beautiful
you look this evening.

Well, he did his best.

Will someone tell me
who took women out of dresses

and put them in three-piece,
pinstripe suits?

How are you tonight, Dalton?

Never better, Senator.
Never better.

Now, tell me that you're not
one of these damn lawyers.

Well, sorry to disappoint you,
Senator.

Oh.

Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Judge Advocate General Corps,
sir.

A Marine?

I fought
with the Seventh Infantry
in Korea.

Damn near froze my tail off

at Chosin Reservoir

and I don't remember
any Marine majors...

[chuckles]

that looked like you.

Mmm.

[chuckles]

[Rabb] According
to these satellite photos

the Bradenhurst Corporation
has two runways on its property.

Toxic waste is always moved
by road or rail.

It's never moved by air,
it's far too dangerous.

So, why do they have
two runways?

Hmm?

Exactly.

The key to this whole thing
is behind those gates.

If we're going
to get the evidence we need,
Bud, we have to get inside.

I think we already tried that,
sir,

and if I remember correctly,
we were completely unsuccessful.

Well, I don't plan
on getting caught this time.

I'm going to get in and get out

without anyone
ever knowing I was there.

How do plan on doing that, sir?

-You are going to distract them.
-Me, sir?

What, you want me
to distract the guys
that caught us last night

the guys that are authorized
to use deadly force?

Bud, come on.
They may be authorized
to use deadly force,

but they usually just shoot you
in the knees.

[indistinct conversations]

[Richard]
I respectfully disagree,
Senator.

There is a limit to what states
can be forced to provide.

Now, the Constitution
does not require states

to furnish
all possible medical care.

[Senator] Now, let me see
if I understand this, Dick.

The state is refusing
to pay for an operation

that may save this woman's life.

Our argument is
that the operation
is an experimental procedure

that is clinically
inappropriate.

Therefore, the state
cannot be forced to pay for it.

Mm-hmm. What do you think
about this Miss MacKenzie?

I'm not an expert
in that area of law, Senator.

Senator, uh, you may be
placing Major MacKenzie
in a bit of a hard place.

You see,
we just made her a job offer.

Ah, well, she'll agree with you,
Dick.

Major?

I believe
the state should provide
equal access to health care

and leave the life
and death decisions to God.

I mean, let's face it,
he is more qualified in that job

than any of us.

Ha-ha! Finally,

somebody who speaks some sense.

Now, you're not going
to hold this against her,
are you, Dick?

Senator, matters of principle
have nothing to do
with Sarah's job qualifications.

What a world. [chuckles]

Where did you
get all this stuff from, sir?

Compliments of Colonel Barret.

Whatever you do, Bud,

make sure I have enough time
to get in there.

What do I do if they come back?

Name, rank and social,
Lieutenant.

Not Bradenhurst. Um...

Oh, run like hell.

And, uh, Bud.

Yeah.

Whatever you do,

don't let them probe you.

[quietly] No probe.

[soldiers gasping]

This is Alpha Unit.
We've got an explosion

outside gate three.
Going to investigate.

We need backup, on the double.

Let's go, let's go. Let's move.

[tires screeching]

How are you feeling, Commander?

[groaning]

Like six feet
of well-used latrine.

The nausea
will wear off shortly.

You were trespassing again.

Listen, when did "top secret"
become everybody's business?

Do you have any idea
how many nut cases we have

trying to break onto this site

'cause they think
we have crashed spaceships

and aliens on ice out here?

Who are you?

You're not DSD.

Advanced weapons and research?

I saw the aircraft.

I...

felt whatever the hell that was
you hit me with.

Some kind of new pulse weapon
my guess.

We build weapons here,
Commander.

Weapons
that your military relies on.

Weapons that save lives.

Now, why would you try
to jeopardize that?

Don't start singing "Old Glory"
to me.

This isn't about patriotism.

This is about money.

Designing and selling weapons
is a business

just like it is for cars,
stereos, and candy bars

and it's competitive as hell.

There are deadlines to meet,
and Washington expects results.

You cut corners, you trim costs.

[groaning softly]

You push test flights.

Anything to give you
the edge over the guy
in the secret lab next door.

Sooner or later,
there's an accident.

This one cost a Marine aviator
his life.

You will be held accountable.

You know, if I were you,
Commander,

I'd be less concerned with us

and more worried
about how your recent actions
will affect your career.

That is, assuming that you still
have one when this is all over.

Let's go.

[man]
Where's Commander Rabb now?

I don't know, sir.

Well, am I to assume
that Commander Rabb
has been arrested?

Accosted? Abducted?

-What, Lieutenant?
-I'm not sure, sir.

I wasn't close enough
to see everything

but I believe they beamed him,

like a deer in headlights.

What do you mean,
they "beamed" him?

Like, with a spotlight?

I believe it may have
been a vortex weapon, sir.

A high-powered shock wave.
It's the latest in nonlethal
military soft weapons.

You weren't beamed yourself,
by any chance
were you, Lieutenant?

[Rabb] I'm not going to let you
sweep this under the carpet.

You've got no proof of anything.

This accident was investigated,

a cause was determined,
and we don't exist.

[men grunting]

Ah, this is Palmer.
We got a security breach
at section eight. Come on!

[man]
Roger. Responding to breach
in section eight.

Securing all exits. Teams Bravo
and Charlie respond.

[soldier] Bravo Team. We copy.
We're on it.

There he is!

Security, he's probably heading
for the southwest exit.

-Got it? Easy.
-Yeah.

[soldier]
Security, this is Bravo Team.

He's in a truck
headed for the gate.

Get in the other truck
and follow him.

Yes, sir. Let's go!

Let's go!

Don't let him get away.

Shoot out the tires.

Yes, sir.

I would have got away
if this thing had afterburners.

-Where is it?
-I don't know
what you're talking about.

Wrong answer.

You just crossed the line,
Palmer.

Well, then, let's try again.

What are you going to do,
shoot me?

I am authorized
to use deadly force.

At least read the signs,
Commander.

Do it.

You like to play chicken,
is that it?

Well, who's the chicken now?

Put the gun down,
and let's find out.

Looks like we got ourselves
a standoff here.

This man has something
which belongs to us.

[Rabb] Colonel, I have evidence

that the Bradenhurst Corporation

have a secret aircraft

that collided
with your Marine helicopter,

causing the subsequent death
of Captain Cray.

You can't prove that.

Yes, I can.

I am taking Commander Rabb
into my custody

along with any and all items
on his person

and if you don't
want the same thing
to happen to you, Mr. Palmer,

I suggest
you get off my base now.

You got nothing.

We'll see about that in court.

Palmer?

I owed him that, Colonel.

Damn.

And we get the bad reputation.

[engine starting]

All right, let's go.

[knocking]

Enter.

At ease, Major.
Uh, you need something?

Uh, yes, sir.

What is this?

My request for terminal leave.

I'm resigning my commission,
sir.

I've been offered a job
at a civilian law firm.

I thought something like this
was coming.

Is that why you took me
off the big cases?

You're not happy here?

No, sir. I-I mean, yes, sir.

It's more complicated than that.

It's about long-term
career goals.

You know, spreading my wings.

I don't suppose
there's anything I could say

to make you change your mind?

I'd prefer that you didn't, sir.

They're putting me on a big case
that's going to be argued

in front of the Supreme Court.

How soon are you
going to be leaving?

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to begin terminal leave
on Monday.

Monday?

I'm sorry, Admiral.

I know this is short notice.

Damn short notice.

It was a sudden offer.

I have 45 days' leave
on the books.

You ambushed me, Major.

Uh, I'm sorry, Admiral.

If there was any other way, I...

I know it doesn't come
as a total surprise.

My current assignments
attest to that, sir.

Fine. If you want to leave
that badly, consider it done.

You were an asset
to the Marine corps and to JAG.

You will be missed.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

So am I, Major.

So am I.

Major,

you are dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Major, I don't mean
to sound stupid

but do you really
have to do this?

No, I don't have to, Bud,
but I want to.

I'm going to miss you, Major.

Well, I'm going to be
a civilian soon, Bud.

You might as well get used
to calling me Sarah.

I don't think I can, ma'am.

Uh, have you seen
Commander Rabb?

Well, tell him I said good-bye

and just try to keep him
out of trouble, okay?

You can count on me, ma'am.

I know, Bud.

I know.

Trying to sneak away
without saying good-bye, Major?

I'd prefer "good luck."

Good luck.

It's been a pleasure
serving with you.

Commander Harm,

I know you probably
feel betrayed
and there's just so many things

I need to say to explain myself.

No, you don't.

It's okay.

I understand.

I may not like it, but, uh...

I'm happy for you.

I mean, hell,
it's not like you're going
to Afghanistan.

I mean, you're taking a job
in Washington, right?

We'll probably be
fighting each other in court
again next week.

I'd like that.

Well, it's
'cause you're a masochist.

[chuckling]

Oh, hey, don't start crying.

People see Marines cry,
and they give the Corps
a bad name.

Permission to hug the Commander?

Sure. Permission granted.

I'm going to miss you, Harm.

I'm going to miss you, too,
Sarah.

Your ride's here.

Nice car.

Yeah, but it's no Tomcat.

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