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MAN:
Badman One, this is Red Crown.

We have a pop-up
on the surface bearing

two-five-zero
at seven miles.

Request you investigate.

Red Crown, Badman One is on it.

Cameras ready?

Just point and shoot.

Smile for the birdie.

-[
loud bang
]
-SKATES:
What was that?

RABB:
Bird strike

in the port engine.
I'm shutting it down.

SKATES:
We're losing fuel.

RABB:
Gas pump, this is

Badman One declaring
an emergency.

Port engine is shut down.

We're losing fuel.

Request priority.

MAN: Badman One be advised,
we have only one point five
to give,

-and X-Man is at the pump.
-X-Man's breaking off.

Tanker's all yours, Pappy.

RABB: Don't cut your fuel short,
X-Man.

We can share and wait
for the next tanker up.

You take it all, Pappy.

You're leaking like
my '65 Mustang.

Thanks, X-Man.

If you're low on fuel,
don't wait around for me, X-Man.

X-MAN:
That's okay, Pappy.

I'm good to the boat.

MAN: Badman, this is
War Paint Strike.

Dirty up at three miles
and shift to Paddles.

War Paint, Paddles,
this is Badman.

Gear down.

Single engine approach.

Ball manual, zero point five.

MAN OVER PA:
On the flight deck.

Damaged airplane
in the groove.

All unnecessary personnel
clear flight area.

Paddles, get them
on the first pass.

He'll never make it
around for a second.

Badman one, Ball.

AIR BOSS:
Roger, Ball.

You're a little low.
A little low.

You're below the glide path.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Power! Power!

[
opening theme song playing
]

RABB:
Badman One, Ball.

AIR BOSS:
Roger, Ball.

You're a little low.
A little low.

You're below the glide path.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Power! Power!

[crowd clamoring]

MAN:
Whew!

AIR BOSS:
Badman Two, take it around
one more time.

-Checking plane
and landing area.
-This is Badman Two.

Can't do that, boss,
I'm sucking on fumes.

MAN OVER PA:
Get that Tomcat out of here!

We got another bird
with bingo fuel.

Clear the deck!

Badman Two, Ball.

God, he just lost
the port engine.

MAN 2:
All right!

AIR BOSS:
Hard landing. Check the port
main mouth of that Tomcat.

X-MAN:
Give me a good postflight,
Griggsy.

Right away, sir.

Thrill a minute
up there, Pappy.

You all right?

It wasn't exactly your
classic X-Man trap.

The sun got in my eyes.

Really? I thought it was
that port engine you lost.

Did I lose an engine?

Yeah. That's what happens

when you run out of fuel.

HARRIET:
He's the best little guy.

Aren't you, A.J.?

Aren't you
the best little guy?

Actually, he'd be
better than the best

if he spent
his nights sleeping instead

of testing
his lungs all night.

Cheer up, mate.

Maybe your
midnight warbler will be

the next Mick Jagger.

Oh, is that a new
recruit I see?

Oh, Colonel--
congratulations

on your promotion.

-Thank you.
-Want to hold him?

Oh, there you go, sailor.

Ah, you must be why girls go
for a man in uniform.

I'm sorry I missed
your wetting down,

but A.J. had the croup.

Oh, being a mom comes first.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Lieutenant Sims.

Maybe
you
know
where the file is

for the last
command inspection.

Yes, sir.
It's right over here, sir.

At least it's supposed
to be right here, sir.

I'm sure
I put it there.

Unless I filed it under "C".

Well, Tiner, maybe
you should look for it.

Yes, sir.

It's supposed to
be right here.

Oh. And what is
your weekly schedule doing

with the special request chits?

I was wondering
where that was.

You know, Lieutenant,

since you've been
on reserve duty,

this office is
a bigger mess

than a sack full
of damn cats.

Ah, it's good to see

that somebody's
squared away. Hmm.

MAN:
All right, my friend,
the time has come.
Are you ready?

BUXTON:
Give me what you got.

Head's up, everybody!

Behold! The first turd
on X-Man's record.

Can you believe it?
After all those greens.

We are talking 14 in a row.

The greatest streak
since DiMaggio

and suddenly... splat.

The king of the greenie board,
the master

of the three-wire,

an alien
if there ever was one,

steps in the
same sorry stuff

as the rest of us.

That is impressive!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just think, if I snag
the one wire ten more times

I'd be even
with the rest of you sluggos.

Hey, Buxton!

Take another look
at the Greenie Board.

Someone's gaining on you.

PILOTS:
Yeah!

Oh, oh.

You mean the senior citizen

I helped out
across the street today.

Six straight greens.

Six straight happy landings.

He still won't catch
the uncatchable me.

Attention on deck.

As you were, people.
Before I start this briefing,

Buxton, what were you trying
to prove today?

That you're good
to the last drop?

No, sir.

I was just trying

to help Commander Rabb, sir.

My bird ate
too much seagull, CAG.

The X-Man saved my six.

And damn near lost his.

Next time,
you both take on some fuel

then wait
for the next gas station.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-Aye, aye, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN:
I know Commander Imes is trying
a court-martial in Pensacola.

So why does
the watch Bill say

she's on duty
this weekend?

There must be
a mistake, sir.

It's not
the only one, Tiner.

I can't seem to find
Commander Mattoni's name

on here anywhere.

I believe that's because
he's on leave, sir.

I know that, Tiner,

but for the whole damn month?

[sighs]

Now it seems
Lieutenant Sims has disappeared.

Actually, she's changing A.J.

Uh, the baby, sir.

Perfect metaphor for the moment.

You know, Lieutenant, I wish
we could clone your wife.

She obviously did a hell
of a lot more around this office

than just raid
the refrigerator

when she was pregnant.
Hey.

You two are
catching cases, right?

Uh, no, sir.

We have
a plea-bargaining session

on the Winrow case.

If my client doesn't like

Colonel MacKenzie's
counter-offer,

the court-martial
starts tomorrow.

It's supposed to be
on the docket, sir.

Is something wrong, Admiral?

No. No, nothing that couldn't
be fixed by...

a good, old-fashioned lobotomy.

Tiner.

Two years in the
brig, or six months.

Which sounds better to
you, Corporal Winrow?

Neither one, ma'am.

Well, from where
I'm sitting,

those look
like the only choices

you're going to get.

But I know how to fire
the Brimstone 2000, ma'am.

When you're sober.

I had some drinks
the night before, yes, ma'am,

but I got my sleep.

Not enough to keep you
from missing your target

and burning down 227 acres
of woods at Quantico.

Now, that's not what
the Marine Corps expects

from its weapons
instructors.

I'm aware of that, ma'am.

I just don't understand
how it happened.

Commander, can you make
your client listen to reason?

Put yourself
in his shoes, Colonel.

Even with a
lesser sentence,

he's still facing
a bad conduct discharge.

He shouldn't expect
anything else

after what he did.

Give us a minute.

[
whispering
]:
Do you want to reconsider?

WINROW:
No, sir.

We'll fight it.

Colonel...

you never told me

how you celebrated
your promotion.

Uh... privately.

Well, if you ever
want to go public,

I'll be honored
to take you to dinner.

Don't you have
a court-martial to lose?

[chuckles]

Begging your pardon, ma'am,

but I believe
you're being

a tad overconfident.

Mic, your chances would be

better defending
Mrs. O'Leary's cow.

-The great Chicago fire.
-Yeah.

And the cow wouldn't have looked
so bad

if the fire engine
had gone to the right address.

Oh, thanks for enlightening me.

Okay, so you wouldn't care
to have a wager

on poor Winrow's fate,
would you?

Oh, let me guess.
Um... loser buys dinner.

Great minds think alike.

Not if you think we're
going to call it a date.

MAN 1 OVER PA:
All SDOs report to flight line
and see the air boss.

MAN 2:
I'm quoting from the rules
of engagement.

"Elements of command
Battle Group 63

may exercise proportional force
only in order to disengage

from units demonstrating
hostile intent

or committing hostile acts

and only for the duration
of the hostile acts.

The battle group will pass
requests for use of force

to the NATO force commander."

And if I have
to scratch my six,

do I need to phone
the president?

[
laughter
]

Lock it up, Lieutenant.

Obviously, these rules
of engagement are
somewhat restrictive.

But...
we're facing
a difficult situation here

trying to keep the Yugoslavians
in line without antagonizing

any of our allies,
especially the Russians.

Now, I'll be happy to answer
any questions you have.

Yeah, I was just wondering,

since you are the gentleman
from fleet JAG,

if you would be so kind
as to give us a translation.

[
laughter
]

I thought I just did that.

So, if I get locked on
by a MiG,

I can shoot, then?

When hostile intent is
perceived,

you are permitted to exercise

only a proportional response

while asking for guidance
from a higher authority.

Help me, Lord.

But if they fire a missile,

we can rap their knuckles?

Firing a missile is clearly
a hostile act.

So, what? We're just meat
on the table until then?

Is that what you're telling us?

[
all protesting
]

Attention on deck!

Thank you,
Lieutenant Aldridge.
That'll be all.

Aye, sir.

Take your seats.

Moan and groan all you like,
what you just heard
is the letter of the law

But if a MiG is maneuvering
to your six,

you will see a missile
come off its rails

before they have
the chance to fire one.

Harm, you're
our resident lawyer.

Any problem with that?

It's always
a judgment call, CAG,

but a MiG wouldn't
be there to send you flowers.

So, is that a yes or a no?

We're the good guys, X-Man.

We didn't get that way
by firing first.

Whose side
are you on, anyway?

Ours or that legal weenie's?

His designator is

the same as yours, X-Man.

That ought to be
answer enough for you.

All right. There are no changes
in our boundaries.

Waterloo Yellow remains
42 kilometers.

Waterloo Red is still
20 kilometers.

You go past Red,
you're violating the rules

of engagement.

Commander Saunders
has been designated

to take the reconnaissance
package in.

Schmidt, you're search
and rescue.

Suppression of enemy air defense
is Papadakis.

Carlson, you're the tanker king.

Flight leader, division one...

Harm, I'd like you
to take over
from Lieutenant Buxton.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right.

Let's go fly.

MacKENZIE:
Corporal Jennings,
that depth charge
you're talking about--

it isn't used to blow up
submarines, is it?

Uh, no, ma'am.

It's a drink.

A little more specific, please?

Well, first you have
a mug of beer, see?

And then you have a
shot glass full of...

Well, I don't know--
me and Winnie,

uh, Corporal Winrow--
we went with bourbon.

Then you dropped
the shot glass

in the mug of beer...

And
voilà,
a depth charge.

So how many of these concoctions
did Corporal Winrow drink

that night
in the boom-boom room?

Objection.

The government has
just established

that the witness was drinking.

That hardly qualifies him

as someone capable
of counting drinks.

I'll treat it
as an informed estimate,

Commander Brumby.
Overruled.

Go ahead, Corporal.

We were there from 9:00 until
they closed at 2:00, ma'am.

Probably a drink an hour.

Maybe two,
once or twice.

I mean, our buddy had orders
for Pendleton.

We wanted
to send him off right, ma'am.

I'm sure you did.

No further questions.

Corporal Jennings,
you're a weapons instructor

at the basic school

with Corporal Winrow,
is that correct?

Yes, sir. I've worked with him
the past ten months, sir.

What is your opinion of him
as a Marine, not a drinker?

Well, sir,
Corporal Winrow is
the best, sir.

He cares most
about the men we train.

Puts in the longest hours,
performs better

on all the tests
than the rest of
us combined, sir.

I mean, he's hard-core, sir.

Thank you.

BROADCASTER:
Tensions continue to fester
in Kosovo despite

the supposed cessation
of hostilities.

NATO sources are reporting
increased activity

by rogue factions
of the Serb army,

who continue
to terrorize returning

refugees
in border areas.

Meanwhile, there are
more and more indications

that much
of the Yugoslavian air force

survived last spring's bombing.

Ranking members
of the U.S. military say

that Yugoslav
fighter squadrons possess
enough Russian-made MiGs

to cause "significant mischief"
in the no-fly zone.

Makes you wonder how Commander
Rabb is doing, doesn't it, sir?

Well, Lieutenant,
I try to look at
the big picture.

"problems of one person

not amounting to
a hill of beans"

and all that,
but, yes, Commander,

it does cross my
mind now and then.

Living his dreams,
set free from the courtroom,

unshackled from his desk

and the mountains of paperwork
that plagued him.

[
computer keys clattering
]

-[
computer beeps
]
-Oh, geez.

Could be worse, Harm.

You could be trying to sleep

on all these files
you put up here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tuna.

I thought I put
everything back.

How could you tell?

What are you writing there?

The sequel to
Moby Dick?

A letter
to a computer company

that's trying to harpoon
one of our troopers

-for a modem
he's already paid for.
-[knocking]

Unhappy with your
collateral duty, Commander Rabb?

I've got an opening
for a substance abuse
control officer

if you'd rather
watch aviators pee.

Not really my field
of expertise, sir.

Guess you're stuck being
the wing legal officer.

Here.

It'll be a while before
I get to this, CAG...

Put it on top.

Buxton brought charges
against his plane captain.

Gentlemen.

MAN OVER PA:
Flight deck move out
142 and 200.

GRIGGS:
Nobody feels worse about
what happened than I do, sir.

RABB:
Well, an apology isn't going

to help your case any,
Airman Griggs.

It was
a $90,000 piece of equipment

that dropped off this aircraft.

Yes, sir, but you've got
to understand.

I've got the Navy
in my blood, sir,

just like my father
and my grandfather.

And the only place
I want to be is

on that flight deck

and working on
Lieutenant Buxton's Tomcat.

He's the best,
you know, sir.

Well, that's
the general consensus.

You want to tell
me what happened?

There was a new pod, sir,
an infrared sensory unit.

We hooked it
onto the lieutenant's wing

and then I signed off
on the job,

but that was the first time

I'd ever seen
one of those things, sir.

It's unfortunate,
but it doesn't relieve you

of responsibility.

Get the training,
learn the equipment--

it'd be great if
it really worked that way, sir.

But we're undermanned
and I never got the training.

You did receive
a manual instructing you

how to install the pod,
didn't you?

Yes, sir, I did.

Do you still have it?

I can find it
for you, sir

but there's one thing
that manual won't tell you.

The pod's a Murphy.

It slides on the right way,

but, oh, yeah,
it slides on backwards, too.

BUXTON:
So what?

It's his job to know
which way is up.

You checked the pod
yourself on preflight?

Just like the checklist
says, Commander.

You didn't notice
any problems?

The X-Man does not
have X-ray vision.

Well, I'll make a note of that.

You know,
there wasn't anything funny

when that pod fell off.

I'd just launched
and I was making
my clearing turn.

Losing that store
disrupted airflow

over the horizontal tail.

I was below flight-deck level,
skimming the water.

The air boss was yelling,
"Eject."

You didn't eject.

That's because I'm

an above-average aviator, sir.

If I wasn't, that kid would be
up on murder charges.

So do your job, Commander.

MacKENZIE:
Mr. Tennyson, when you say

your company builds
the Brimstone 2000 to be used

under less
than optimum conditions,

what are you referring to?

Combat, of course.

The weapon may have
to take a beating
to give a beating.

That's what
I always say.

Did the Widmark Corporation
test the Brimstone 2000

under such conditions?

Absolutely, Colonel.

There's never been
a shoulder-fire

and anti-tank weapon
as light and powerful.

We made sure it was as good
as we told everybody it was.

Did any of your test
involve having

the weapon fired
by someone

who'd been drinking heavily
a few hours before?

-Objection.
-Overruled.

You may answer the question,
Mr. Tennyson.

Uh, no, Colonel, no one
who was inebriated has

ever tested
the Brimstone 2000.

Would you ever
let anyone

who was inebriated
fire the weapon?

No. Never.

Thank you.

Mr. Tennyson, how many weapons

has your company developed
over the past ten years?

A dozen, maybe more.

And in testing these weapons,

have any of them
ever gone off course?

During testing? Yes.

And when
that happened,

was it because
the operators were drunk?

No.

Thank you.

One last question Mr. Tennyson.

Since it became operational

have there been
any other mishaps

with the Brimstone 2000?

No. None at all.

Cheer up, Mic.

It's almost over.

Is that your final witness?

Gunnery Sergeant
Victor Galindez--

the Marine's own expert
on the Brimstone 2000.

I'll prep him,
put him on the stand,

and, uh... how does
Calisto's sound

for that dinner
you're going to owe me?

Pricey.

Perfect.

Check out all the brass.

Looks like feeding
time at the zoo.

It's Admiral Lacady Yakushkin
from the Russian Navy.

He's our new
resident liaison.

A dancing bear, huh?

Hey, they are
our allies.

This week.

Let's get to work.

[man speaking Russian
over radio]

Badman one, this is Red Crown.
We have an unknown contact

squawking a garbled
commercial airline code.

Bearing 350 at 45 miles.

Angels 15.
Low speed.

RABB:
Red Crown, Badman will take it.

Badman Three, North Cap is
your responsibility.

X-Man is on it.

Keep an eye
on him, Skates.

Copy that.

X-Man, we've got intermittent
hydraulic system lights.
We'd better turn back.

BUXTON:
You need an escort home, Boomer?

Negative.

Pappy, this is X-Man.
Boomer's heading home
on a precautionary.

-I'm pressing on
with the intercept.
-RABB: Negative, Badman Three.

Wait till I get there.

Tuna, join up on Boomer
and escort him home.

BUXTON: Roger, Pappy.

-[beeping]
-GRADY:
Unknown contact.

Angels 15.
Speed 200 knots.

-Doesn't sound like
he's much fun.
-Wait a minute.

-Wait a minute.
-What's the problem?

Contact just went
to 300 knots.

Now he's at 400.

BUXTON:
Bandit! Bandit!
MiG-29. He's running.

I am engaging.

Badman Three,
this is Badman leader.
MiGs always travel in pairs.

BUXTON:
One is all I see.

RABB:
Badman Three, Red Crown.

You're at Waterloo Yellow.

Disengage. I repeat: disengage.

No way.

[beeping]

SKATES:
Harm, I've got a second MiG.

Bearing 045.

Closing on X-Man.

RABB: Badman three, you got
a second MiG on your six.

[alarm buzzing]

He's got me locked!

He's got me locked!

I can't shake him.

I'm on him.

Take him out! Take him out!

Why did he break off?

Guess he wanted to live
more than he wanted you to die.

Let's go home.

PIKE:
It's not a video game up there,
Lieutenant Buxton.

You do realize that,
don't you?

Yes, sir. I was just trying
to exercise initiative

the way I've
been taught, sir.

You weren't taught that way.

You ignored
a Waterloo call.

You neglected to remember
that MiGs travel in pairs,

and you most definitely
would've been killed

if Commander Rabb hadn't been
there to save your ass.

They were playing
the same game

the Iraqis run
in the Gulf, CAG--

drag you in
with one bogie,

clean you off
with the other.

But the Yugoslavs have something
the Iraqis didn't.

Intel tell us there's
a spy plane up there.

You walked right into
their trap, Buxton.

I want aggressive pilots,
but you can't be

all plumbing and no forehead.

In the lieutenant's
defense, sir,

what he did was not

error of integrity.

Oh, what was it?

I call it more

a misguided sense
of urgency, sir.

Oh, it was misguided all right.

I'm as much to blame
as the lieutenant, sir.

I was division leader.

Then teach him judgment.

I always thought
you had it.

Yes, sir.

Pay attention to the man,
Buxton.

Up there in
the twilight zone,

judgment equals survival.

Yes, sir.

I guess I'm supposed
to say thanks.

You wouldn't if you knew
how hard that was for me.

Well, why didn't you
just tell the CAG

that I'm a selfish,
irresponsible glory-hound

if that's what
you think?

He already knows it.

No. What he
knows, Commander,

is how damn
good I am.

You see, Buxton,
that is your problem--

you confuse reality

with your score
on the greenie board.

Actually, the greenie board
is
reality.

Catching three-wires are
one thing, pal,

flying smart is
something else altogether.

So how come you think
you know so much about me?

'Cause I used to be you.

MacKENZIE:
Gunnery Sergeant Galindez,
how many of your

17 years in the Marine
Corps have you spent

handling weapons or
instructing people
in the use of them?

Just about
all of them, ma'am.

But you're about
to retire, is that correct?

Yes, ma'am.
I'm taking an early out.

At present,
I'm on terminal leave.

Have you begun
a new job yet?

I have, as training technician
for the Widmark Corporation.

That's the manufacturer
of the Brimstone 2000?

That's correct, ma'am.

I instruct people
on its use.

Which is what you
did as a Marine.

So, in the course
of your duties
with this weapon,

did you ever encounter
the defendant, Corporal Winrow?

I supervised his
instruction, ma'am.

Did he ever have any problems
with the weapon?

None whatsoever.

Corporal Winrow became
an expert very quickly.

So, unless Corporal Winrow were
somehow impaired,

he should have no problems
with this weapon,

isn't that correct,
Gunnery Sergeant?

No, ma'am.

Excuse me?

What happened had nothing to do
with the corporal.

The weapon is faulty.

Maybe I misunderstood you,
Gunnery Sergeant,

but didn't you say
that Corporal Winrow

never previously experienced
problems when firing the weapon?

Yes, ma'am.

And that was when he was not
hung over, correct?

To the best of my knowledge,
ma'am.

No further questions.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez,

I'm intrigued
by your description

of the Brimstone 2000
as being faulty.

Would you tell us what you mean?

Basically, sir,
its guidance system

is unreliable in hot weather.

Explain, please.

Widmark makes
all kinds of claims

about the Brimstone's
accuracy,

but in tests
it conducted privately,

the weapon flew
outside the range fan

when the temperature was
over 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

They're still trying to fix
the problem.

Which means what in terms of
Corporal Winrow's situation?

On the morning of his mishap,
we were at Black Flag,

the first hot day after
the weapon arrived at Quantico.

He would have set those woods
on fire

no matter what condition
he was in.

How do you know this,
Gunnery Sergeant?

I visited Widmark's research
department after hours,

and I found the documents.

You entered surreptitiously?

Yes, sir.

After Corporal Winrow's problem,
I got curious.

Thank you.

YAKUSHKIN:
That sounds very exciting.

BUXTON:
It's no big deal, Admiral.

You're low on fuel,
you shut down one

of your engines.

Of course, my RIO was
a little puckered,

weren't you, Duke?

Hey, Harm.

Admiral, this
is the fella

I told you
I helped out.

Oh, come join us, please,
Commander.

You must obey.

I am Admiral.

Well, I never argue
with rank, sir.

So, I understand
that you

owe your life
to Lieutenant Buxton here, yes?

Really? Well, all I thought
I owed him was a tank of gas.

[
Yakushkin laughing
]

Oh, you Americans--

you make joke about everything,
even danger.

The admiral here is
real interested

in how we do things.

I'll bet he is.

Right now, sir,
if you'll excuse me

I have a lot of reading to do.

Harm, it looks

more like you're taking up
some weight lifting.

[
laughing
]

[
sighs
]

-[
knocking
]
-Hmm?

A dark day for semper fi,
eh, Colonel?

Is there a reason you're here,
Commander,

or did you just come by
to gloat?

About the surprising

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez?

Never. No, I came by
to ask about dinner.

You owe me one, remember?

Your Corporal Winrow was
in no condition

to be firing that weapon.

Uh, the judge said
it didn't matter.

What can I say?

So, Calisto's, is it?

No, sorry. I've got to prep
the McCarthy case.

Getting a pizza delivered would
be the best I could do tonight.

Pepperonis and black olives?

Sausage and green peppers.

Mmm.

Ah, we could order
half and half.

I don't know. I think
you're getting off
cheap, Colonel.

I accept.

[
chuckles
]

Well, the F-18's
right over it...

This was three feet
off the ground...

Why is Griggs
back on the duty roster?

CAG's dropping charges
against him

on my recommendation.

You're letting him slide?

What, were you going
to tell me about this?

Yeah, I was, in private.

Oh, I don't mind.

You can tell me now,
sir.

Sure about that,
Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Airman Griggs installed
the pod backwards,

but he wasn't
the only one at fault.

Oh, I don't believe this.

Flight ops were incredibly
intense that day.

The ordinance chief
didn't have time to do

his final
inspections.

Well, terrific.
Is there anybody else

you'd like to blame,
Commander?

Yeah... you.

I inspected the damn pod
the way I was supposed to.

What did you want me to do,
hook it up myself?

The old wiggle-waggle wasn't
going to cut it on this pod.

If you'd read the specs,
you would have known

to move it forward
and backwards.

It would have fallen off
at your feet.

Oh, so now this is my fault?

Partly, yeah.

Doesn't seem fair
to make Griggs shoulder

the entire responsibility,
does it?

Griggs... is
not
going back
to work on my plane, sir.

Griggs is a good man.

He thinks you're
the greatest pilot
that's ever pulled a "G."

He can think whatever he wants.

You're making another mistake.

You know, if you think Griggs
is so damn great,

he can be
your
plane captain, sir.

Fine.

He's too good to be yours.

Excuse me, sir.

X-Man?

-X-Man, hang on.
-What?!

You crazy running
your mouth off like that?

You want to get
court-martialed?

Why not? I've been shafted every
other way they can think of.

Nobody's shafting you.

Then how come Rabb
is leading my division?

Your
division?

Look, Tuna,
your roommate will do

anything he can to bury me

because he knows
he can't outfly me.

Give it a rest, Buxton.

What, you don't think
I'm the best?

I didn't say that.

But that's what
you were thinking.

Call yourself the best
all you want.

There's no way
you'll ever prove it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just watch me
the next time I'm up.

All right, let's
just skip over the part

where you say I didn't ask
the right question

-when I interviewed you.
-That's fine with me, ma'am.

Why did you wait
until you were on the stand
to deliver the bad news?

It's nothing personal, ma'am,

but I didn't know
if I could trust you.

Something about
my shifty eyes, Gunny,

or are you just suspicious
of officers in general?

It's negative to the first part
of your question, Colonel .

As for the second part,
it looked like you were
buying the company line.

I didn't know if you wanted
a conviction or the truth.

If I didn't care about
the truth, Gunny,

you wouldn't be here.

Yes, ma'am.
I'm aware of that.

Obviously, the truth is
important to you, too,

or you wouldn't have
put yourself out

of that cushy civilian job
you lined up.

Well, you know
what they say, ma'am?

"Lie down with dogs,
get up with fleas."

I'll find somebody
else to work for.

How about lawyers?

What kind of lawyers, Colonel?

JAG lawyers. 'Course,
you'd have to pass up

that early retirement.

What exactly did you have
in mind, ma'am?

We're looking for someone
to run the office.

Colonel, I'm not a clerk.

No, I doubt anyone would
mistake you for one, Gunny,

but you were a policeman, right?

Yes, ma'am. Deputy sheriff
back home in New Mexico.

Did it for three years
after my first enlistment

and then came back to
the Marine Corps as a retread.

You might be able to help us out
with investigations.

When I'm not counting
paper clips, ma'am?

That's right, Gunny--

when you're not
counting paper clips.

CAPTAIN PIKE:
The war crimes commission
has received reports

of possible mass grave sites

at Alpha, Bravo and Charlie.

So, in addition to
your normal patrols,

we want to fly low
and take pictures.

Maybe help put
these butchers in jail.

How do you want
to handle it, Harm?

Two two, CAG.

Two tarp-configured
aircraft with cameras,

two armed escorts.

Fine.

One other wrinkle--

our snooper is back.

A Lear flying
under an international flag,

supposedly from a news agency.

Our surveillance says
it is carrying a telescope

that is gyrostabilized
and radar-guided.

Any of you seeing
Peeping Tom out there

are advised
to smudge his windows.

Time for target practice.

[laughter]

Can I help you, Admiral?

I was just being curious
to see how our good allies

operate in such
sensitive
times.

Please continue.

We're just wrapping
things up, sir.

Unless Lieutenant Buxton
feels the need to hear

the rules
of engagement
one more time.

Not necessary, CAG.

Are you sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

Let's fly.

MAN OVER PA:
Fan tail repair crew,

make ready to cease operation
until further notice.

Fan tail repair crew...

I hope your will's
in order, Commander.

Everything squared away?

Standing tall, sir.

I've got your power
and alignment cables hooked up

so you can inspect them.

You do good work, Griggs.

Your plane's got my name

on it, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Gunnery Sergeant Galindez,

it says here that you
did some boxing.

Closer inspection
of my nose would
confirm that, sir.

Is your nose any indication
on how you did?

I held my own, sir.

Especially
when I was fighting SEALs.

At ease, Gunny.

Well...

I can, uh, think of one you
might have some trouble with.

Now that you've established
a common interest, Admiral,

I was, uh, hoping

you'd be intrigued
by the breadth

of the gunnery sergeant's
experience.

[
breathes deeply
]

Primary M.O.S. infantry.

Secondary M.O.S.
criminal investigation.

Gunny at the basic school
the past 18 months.

So, why did you leave
the sheriff's department

to return to active duty?

I was shot, sir.

Go on.

We were busting
a meth lab

outside Albuquerque.

Things got a little hairy with
the biker who ran the place,

and one of our guys panicked.

He put a bullet in my rear end.

One of, uh, your guys.

That's why I came back
to the Marine Corps, sir.

Better breed of people.

Navy, too?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Well, there are Navy personnel
in this office.

If you're going
to be the gunny here,

you're going to have
to deal with them.

If I'm going
to be the gunny here, Admiral,

they're going to have
to deal with me.

MAN:
Badman One, this is Red Crown.

Peeping Tom bearing 025
at 65 miles.

Inbound mother.

SKATES:
Got him.

We have a contact.

RABB:
Red Crown, Badman One.

Contact.

We'll take it from here.

Badman Three,
Tuna and I are going hunting.

The photo mission is yours.

Bring Boomer home
in one piece, huh?

You know I will.

Tuna, combat spread.

Cover my six.

Roger.

HARM:
Nothing visual yet, Skates.

Check right ten degrees.

Ten miles.

Eight miles.

Start your turn now.

Tally ho!
Tom's in sight.

Let's go say hello.

Knock, knock, knock.

I think he's ignoring us.

RABB:
464-Charlie-Lima,

be advised:
we are conducting hazardous

flight activity.

You are standing into danger.

Turn north immediately.

Maybe he's deaf.

Let's find out
if he's blind, too.

Looks like he's going
to hang in there.

Him and a telescope
that can see
for a hundred miles.

Okay, we do this the hard way.

Fuel dump!
All right!

SKATES:
Think he'll make it back

to wherever
he came from?

Oh, yeah, and he'll
stay there a while, too.

RABB:
Red Crown--

Badman One.
Say good-bye to Peeping Tom.

Red Crown copies.

MAN: Bravo Zulu, Badman One.

Roger.

Switching back

to recon frequency.

Badman Three, Badman One,
requesting mission status.

Pappy, I've got a pop-up.

Armored vehicles converging
on inbound refugees.

Suspect refugees in danger.

RABB:
Badman Three, if you
haven't been shot at

and photo bird is clear,
recommend disengage.

I can't. They're going
after those refugees.

RABB:
Tuna, close formation.

[laughter]

I smoked them
good, Boomer.

Oh, you
are
the man, X.

Plus, you get all the luck.

Oh, yeah.

Is this the man?

Is this
the man?

Something wrong, CAG?

Lieutenant Buxton,
did you attack vehicles

on the highway
east of Zlata?

Yes, sir. Serb armor
about to cut off

a group of refugees, sir.

Those Serbs, Lieutenant Buxton,
were Russian peacekeepers.

You killed three
of their senior officers.

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closing theme music playing
]