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[
indistinct chattering
]

Cod incoming, sir.

There's a woman
getting off the cod.

There's a woman
in your plane

if you haven't noticed.

Not like this one.

MAN:
Smuggling
pregnant Albanian women
on board ship

is not part of our mission,
Petty Officer Curran.

CURRAN: I know, sir.

But she needed help bad.

Do you know where she is, sir?

In sick bay,
getting checked out.

But I think you'd better worry
about yourself right now, son.

Yes, sir.

How much trouble am I in, sir?

Commander Rabb is
the wing legal officer.

He's going to help us
try to figure that out.

The other officer in the back of
the cod, Petty Officer Strawn,

he said that you told him
Zepa Berisha

was on the manifest.
She was not on the manifest.

No, sir.

Apparently, Petty Officer Strawn
was a last-minute replacement

for your regular partner,
Petty Officer Simpkins?

He missed the flight
this morning?

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Simpkins
would have known

that Zepa didn't belong
on that flight.

He might have tried
to stop her.

Are you saying that's why
he missed the flight?

That's right, sir.

I got him drunk
last night

and locked him
in a supply shed

at the Pristina Airport.

[
opening theme music playing
]

RABB:
You want to tell us why

You smuggled the pregnant woman
aboard the ship?

Yes, sir.

Zepa's fiancé was going
to kill her.

She came to the airport
to try and get away,

but the Russian guards
just chased her off.

They didn't care.

But I walked through
the gates just then,

kind of like
it was fate.

"Fate"?

Yes, sir.

I mean, we weren't even
supposed to be

overnighting in Kosovo,

but an oil filter chip light
on the plane went bad.

So...
fate led you to Miss Berisha?

Yes, sir.

Well, that and
she was crying so hard.

She told me she was
going to be murdered.

I had to do something, sir.

MacKENZIE:
Good morning, Tiner.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning, Gunny.

There's enough crap on that
table to hide Jimmy Hoffa.

Square it away, Tiner.

Right away, Gunny.

The admiral's expecting
you, Colonel.

Thank you.

[
knocks at door
]

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez
reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Gunny.

Glad to see that you chose us
over early retirement.

You offered me
a challenge, sir.

I like challenges.

Well, Gunny, that's
what Napoleon said

when he invaded Russia.

I expect better results
from you.

This is Lieutenant Roberts,
one of our

junior attorneys.

Gunny's going
to be running

the disaster area
we call JAG Ops.

Well, if you keep it half
as tight as it was,

you'll do a great job.

It's not going to be as tough
as Iwo Jima, Lieutenant.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Well, you know, Colonel,
everything is relative.

In my world,
just tracking down

two simple concert tickets
is turning

into the trials of Job.

That's what I get for letting
Admiral Drake's wife enlist me

for the Navy relief auction.

Well, sir, I'm sure that
I can help you with that.

What's the concert, sir?

Uh, something called

"Limp Bizkit."

Sounds like
a kitchen accident

or a glandular condition.

Anyway, I called

Ticket Forum...

laughed at me.

Said the concert was sold out
in 15 minutes.

I might be able to utilize

the Marine Corps pipeline
on that one, sir.

I've got a buddy who knows
some people connected

to the rock 'n' roll world.

ROBERTS:
Actually,
Limp Bizkit

doesn't play rock 'n' roll
per se.

They're metal rappers.

"Metal rappers," Lieutenant?

I didn't know you were
such a devotee.

Just someone get me
two tickets, please.

You're dismissed, Gunny.

Aye, aye, sir.

BERISHA:
Doctors say

after I feel better,
they send me back.

Well, a ship's sick
bay is no place

for a pregnant woman.

Ismet will kill me.

Did not Sean tell you?

Petty Officer Curran
did say that your fiancé
threatened to kill you.

I do not blame him.

He feels such shame.

Maybe you should
send me back.

Send me now or let me
jump in sea.

Miss Berisha, you
want to tell me

what this is all about?

What about?

Look at me.

The baby's not
your fiancé's?

It is Serb's.

They came to our village
after NATO was bombing.

They shot young men
and they took me

and other girls
to basement of school.

I'm sorry.

The other girls,
they tell their families

Serbs only make them
make coffee.

No matter what, it was just
"they made me make coffee"

to avoid shame.

But look at me.

It is more than coffee.

You have done nothing wrong.

You Americans,
you don't understand.

Sean said he would be
in trouble. Is he?

Well, he might be, yes.

But he just wanted to save me.

Save my baby.

Even so.

Save our lives.

Isn't that why you Americans
come to Kosovo?

SKATES:
she has a point.

You know, you look
in her eyes,

you can almost feel
what she's been through.

And the kid?

The petty officer
who helped her?

His heart was in the
right place, I guess.

What place is it going
to go to next, the brig?

That part's
not up to me.

I'll send my report
in to JAG, allied
forces southern Europe.

I emphasize
the extenuating
circumstances

but you know the Navy.

JONAS:
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls

I want you all to check out
a special delivery

from our old friend, X-Man,
di-rect from Dallas.

I give you the original
Texas Tornado,

Miss Patrick Henry!

[
men laughing
]

Never complains,

never talks back,

and all you have to do
at the end of the night is

deflate her.

Oh, Hawkeye,
I think she's got

her name written
all over you.

Here, have a date.
You need one.

If this is the best
they can do for a floor show,

I'm going to go work
on my needlepoint.

Are you offended?

Not as a woman.

As a human being.

To be on the same planet
with these idiots.

[ raucous laughter ]

OFFICER:
Hey, pass, don't hog it.

Hey, Commander, you
want the first dance?

Not with your date, Jonas.

I thought the X-Man was

on corrosion-control duty
in Capodichino.

He resigned his
commission, sir.

Commander, you got Buxton
acquitted.

Couldn't you have at least
stood up for him

when they tried to ground him?

Lieutenant, your friend
nearly started World War III.

Attention on deck.

I came to see
Commander Rabb.

Yes, sir.

You keep that thing
away from me, Jonas,

or I will personally let the air
out of its tires.

Yes, sir.

Any word yet, sir,

on what they plan to do
with Petty Officer Curran?

No, thank you.

Actually, yes.

He's being charged
with unlawful detention,

causing his buddy
to miss a movement
of his aircraft,

and violating
the general order
against stowaways

by smuggling his pregnant
"fate" partner on board ship.

A little harsh,
don't you think, sir?

He could be discharged
or jailed.

It's out of
our hands, Harm.

And that's not why
I came to talk to you.

Fitness reports
are coming up

and I thought
we ought to talk

before I signed
off on yours.

You're a good
aviator, Harm.

Well, thank you, sir.

Now, why do I get
the impression

you're building me up
before you let me down?

I think you know
what's coming.

Too old, not enough flight
hours, not enough traps.

You've only been back in
the cockpit five months

and already you're
running out of sky.

Another tour or two,
and I'll be flying a desk.

You've been gone
eight years, Harm.

You got a thousand hours.

Some of these
guys have 3,000,

plus 600 traps and 50
or 60 combat missions.

You missed
a couple of wars.

This numbnuts back here
with the doll will be

commanding a squadron
before you do.

GALINDEZ::
So was it cannon or beckstead

he kept in touch with?

Well, find out,
or I'll get out the pugil sticks

and go upside your head again.

No, don't start, Jonesy.

I never heard of Limp Bizkit
before today either,

but these tickets are important,
trust me.

All right,
I knew I trained you right.

Everything under control,
Lieutenant?

-Uh, that desk.
-Yes, sir.

Petty Officer
Dooley sits there.

He's T.A.D. at Pensacola.

I wasn't aware
of that, sir.

There was nothing on it
and I hadn't looked
in the drawers.

Well, I would've told you
earlier if I wasn't in court,
but...

Not a problem, sir.

I'll make the rest of my calls
right over here.

Uh, you can't sit there either.

I can't, sir?

No, that's Lieutenant
Sims' desk.

I didn't know there was
a Lieutenant Sims
working here, sir.

Yes, there is.

She's in inactive reserve.

Inactive reserve.

Doesn't that mean
she isn't here, sir?

Yes, she is.

Two days a month.

Today, Lieutenant?

Well, not today.

But I don't know.

Maybe today.

Well, in that case, sir,

I guess the only place left

for me to sit is the floor.

It's looking freshly buffed,
wouldn't you say?

Uh, uh, wait,
uh, Gunny...

I'm sure that Lieutenant
Sims wouldn't mind

if you used her desk--
temporarily.

Thank you, sir.
I appreciate the slack
you're cutting me.

DOOLEY [ on phone ]:
250 bucks.

-$250?!
-DOOLEY: Yeah.

Now I know why they call them
scalpers.

DOOLEY:
Well, you want them or not?

Forget about it, Dooley.

I'll go to plan B.

[
computer keys clacking
]

This, ladies and gentlemen,
is enemy territory--

the Serb-held portion of Bosnia.

We have no friends there--
none.

But that is where we're going
to be spending our time,
starting today.

Due to inclement weather,
we are taking over

the reconnaissance
responsibilities
of our satellites.

Intel reports that there are
paramilitary units massing

between Foca and Konjic

for a possible incursion into
Muslim territory.

I want pictures.

Lots of pictures.

In retaliation for
the indictment of Milosevich

as a war criminal,

these folks have declared
all NATO pilots war criminals...

to be punished as such.

So if you are
shot down and captured,

do not expect to be given
the honeymoon suite.

Rest assured, however,
you will not be forgotten.

We
will
come after you.

If we can survive
until dark, sir.

Daylight is dicey, Skates.

These folks might enjoy using
our search and rescue helos
as target practice.

So remember what you learned
in survival school:

hunker down
for night extraction.

Let's fly.

Hey, Skates,
just think about dinner.

Gets me back to the boat
every time.

Damn it!

The ladder is greasy.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I should've
wiped it down.

Skates, you got a track file
on that airliner yet?

Hey, Skates, you with us?

Oh, yeah.

This new software's
just strapping a load on me.

So give it a kick.

Okay, it's up now.

What did you need?

Track file on the airliner.

It's Israeli.

Angels 32,
headed 080 at 400 knots.

He's no problem.

RABB:
Lieutenant?

You got a minute?

Commander Rabb.

Thought you were up
at the unfriendly skies.

Made it back down.

That was a good feeling,
I'll bet.

Usually.

I understand you're representing
Petty Officer Curran

on his court-martial.

That's right.

I, uh, was under
the impression you, uh,

you were more in the
administrative side of the law,

-Lieutenant.
-I always wanted to try
criminal cases, sir.

I thought this one would be a
good place to start.

Think that's fair
to Petty Officer Curran?

I know what I'm doing, sir.

Then you know that the obvious
defense in this case would be...

Duress. Got it right here.

"Criminal conduct
may be excused

"if the accused party
resorted to such conduct

to prevent death
or serious injury..."

"...to himself or to another
innocent person."

I know what the book says,
Lieutenant.

Do you know how to argue it
in a court of law?

I think I can
handle it,
commander.

It's an affirmative defense,
Lieutenant.

It has to be airtight.

Under control,
Commander,
thank you.

ROBERTS:
Why, it's a computer auction,
Harriet.

I just need
our credit card number.

No, I will not get caught up
in the bidding frenzy

and lose my head.

Ah.

Thank you.

[
chuckles
]

Damn. $120?

Damn.

Damn.

Harriet, hey, it's me again.

How close are we
to our credit card limit?

Good.

Take that, Cavalier.

[
chuckles
]

What the hell's
going on with Tiner?

I've never seen him
so damned industrious.

Not sure, Admiral,
but there does seem

to be some dissension
among the ranks.

About what?

Competition to get you
those concert tickets.

I like it.

I like it.

But why the sudden urge
to gain my favor?

Well, there's a new gunny
in town, sir.

Glad I brought him aboard.

[
sighs
]

Right.

SIMPKINS:
We had a one-night liberty

in Pristina, which
is kind of a break.

Usually we sleep
on the ship.

And that was because
your aircraft broke down?

Well, it didn't
actually break, sir.

It was something with
the warning lights.

We get along pretty good
with the flight officers

but they don't tell us
everything.

And your job, along with that
of the defendant

Petty Officer Curran

was taking care
of the back of the plane?

Yes, sir.

The equipment,
the paperwork,
the passengers.

That's right, sir.
Sean and I

were a team until he locked me
in a storage shed.

Please tell us
about the events

that led up to that,
Petty Officer Simpkins.

Well, we had the night off
from Pristina.

It wasn't exactly Paris,
but it is pacified.

There's like a couple
of restaurants

and a couple places
to get a drink.

Do you usually drink,
Petty officer Simpkins?

Uh, a little, sir.

If I have more than three or
four beers, I get pretty tired.

Did Petty Officer Curran
know that?

Objection.
How can this witness know

the contents
of the defendant's mind?

Can you,
Petty Officer Simpkins?

Well, sure.

Sean saw me pass out twice
in Italy, sir.

Objection overruled.

He saw you pass out after
you'd been drinking?

SIMPKINS: We had liberty in
Genoa and went out
with some guys.

Sean carried
me home, sir.

Just like he was my friend.

What happened during
your night out in Pristina?

Sean kept buying
me drinks, sir.

When I said
I'd better stop,

he bought me more
of the local stuff--

raki?

He said it wasn't that strong.

It tasted like turpentine.

And then
what happened?

Well, it all got
kind of hazy, sir.

Sean helped me home--
I thought.

I woke up with a real bad
headache and a pain in my side,

'cause I was sleeping on a rope.

I looked at my watch, I saw
that it was flight time.

I tried to get out of the shed
but the door was locked.

And if you had made it
to the plane

would you have known
that Zepa Berisha

was not an authorized passenger
and kept her off?

Yes, sir.
It's not a public bus.

Thank you.

Let me get this straight,
Petty Officer Simpkins--

you missed the movement
of an aircraft

you were duty bound to catch,
is that right?

That's right, sir.

Which is
a serious offense

under the uniform code
of military justice.

I know, sir.
That's why I damn near
broke the shed door down.

But you were never charged,
were you?

Sir, why should I be?

Because you committed
a serious crime

that carries a maximum penalty
of a year in Leavenworth.

And yet in exchange for your
testimony against the defendant,

the convening authority
has seen fit to let it go.

Because he got me drunk
and locked me in a shed... sir.

Your Honor, I
move to dismiss
the first

charge against my client--

that of causing
Petty Officer Simpkins

to miss the movement
of his plane.

This is an accomplice crime.

It is a clear denial of equal
justice and basic equity

to charge my client
as an accomplice

if the principle
who actually

missed the plane
has not been charged.

It's black-letter law, sir.

Manual for Courts-Martial,
Article 77, Paragraph B-6.

"The principle
need not be prosecuted

for the charge against
the accomplice to stand."

That's in the M.C.M.?

I'll lend you my copy if you
don't have one, Lieutenant.

Or you can borrow mine.

Motion denied.

Do you have any
more questions?

Yes, sir.

You passed out
because you drank.

The defendant didn't make you
take those drinks, did he?

No, sir.
But he did lock me in the shed.

But you might have missed
the plane anyway if you

were passed
out drunk.

No. I wouldn't have, sir.

Come on, Petty Officer Simpkins,
you were semi-comatose.

How could you possibly be sure

you wouldn't have missed
the plane?

Because after we
finished drinking,

I was going to sleep
on the plane, sir.

No further questions.

Well, I did make
a couple points.

You forgot
the first rule

of cross-examination,
Counselor--

you don't ask a question you
don't know the answer to.

Well, I think on balance
I did fairly well.

Well, I think
on balance,

your client better start
planning his appeal.

With all due respect,
commander, he's my client.

I think he's more like
your guinea pig.

Look, Lieutenant, why don't you
and I sit down together

and we can go over your strategy
for the rest of the trial.

I know you used to be
a JAG, Commander,

but you're an aviator now.

This is my job.

MacKENZIE:
So, the new gunny's

a take-charge guy,
don't you think?

If you like that
kind of thing, Colonel.

I thought we
in the military

did like that kind
of thing, Lieutenant.

Well, yes,
of course, ma'am.

It's just I guess I'm
having a hard time

accepting the fact
that he's replacing Harriet.

So this is just
about Harriet?

Well, of course.

I mean, I hope that she
returns here eventually

and I want there
to be a place for her.

This isn't about you?

Me? I'm an attorney.

I have no conflict
with an office manager.

Not even when that manager has
special access

to the attention and
interest of the Admiral?

[
sighs
]

He does, doesn't
he, ma'am?

We'd all like the admiral
to think we're special.

You should see Tiner.

He's behaving like a child.

He even hid the gunny's
postage meter.

Bud, Tiner is a child.

You're not.

BERISHA:
The guard was
laughing at me.

He said maybe I just want
to go to America

to find a rich father
for my bastard.

And that's when Petty Officer
Curran approached you?

Yes.
He was so kind.

He asked why
I was crying.

MAN: And what did you tell him?

That Ismet, my fiancé,
he want to kill me.

He feels such shame
because I was raped.

And was it true that your fiancé
wanted to kill you?

Yes.

Other girls,
they killed themselves.

Or their families sent them

to fight the Serbs
and get killed.

There is no way
ever to end shame
while you live.

-MAN: But you wanted
to live?
-BERISHA: Yes.

So Petty Officer Curran
saved your life

by bringing you on
to this aircraft carrier?

Yes.

Your witness.

Miss Berisha

your fiancé and you,
you lived in the same village?

Yes.

And he wanted
to kill you?

Yes.

Then why aren't you dead?

He didn't try yet,
but I know he's coming for me.

So he never actually tried
to kill you?

When I went to Pristina,
he came after me.

Him and his brothers.

I saw one of them
on main street.

How do you know

they didn't just come
to take you home?

I know them.

They are my people.

Did Petty Officer Curran
know them?

No.

He only knew what you told him,
isn't that right?

I suppose.

He didn't talk
to your fiancé,

his cousin, his brother,
to the police?

Why should he?

To verify that you were
actually in danger.

I
was
in danger.

I
am
in danger.

So you said.

During his stay in Pristina

did Petty Officer Curran see
anybody else who needed help?

Many people need help there.

But he didn't help
anybody else, did he?

I don't know.

Not like he helped you.

No.

The many other people
who need help,

I suppose most of them are not
as attractive as you are.

Objection.

Never mind, Your Honor.

I'm done.

So, here you are.

Court-martial
can't be over.

No, we're on recess.

I thought I'd take
this time to talk to you

about blowing up
at Griggsy.

Pretty weak, huh?

You want to tell me
what's going on?

-It's nothing.
-[ jet engine roaring ]

Really?

I don't know, Harm.

I've been shot at,

nearly got killed
in a ramp strike.

Now we're making milk runs
and I'm a basket case.

Bizarre time to realize
I'm not bulletproof.

Hey, you never were.

Thought I was.

Then the catapult woke
me up one night,

and there I was in a sweat.

Like the plane going
off the deck was

taking my luck with it.

I don't know if this helps,
but I know how you feel.

You had a reason:

your night blindness,
the crash.

This was before all that.

This was back in the days

when I was sure
they were going

to be naming
an airport after me.

Small airport, but...

You know, I woke up one morning

and I was sure
if I got in a plane

I was not coming back alive.

But you flew.

Yeah, and I obviously came back.

But, you know, the next day
I felt the same way

and the next.

How long did it last?

It lasted about a week.

Did it ever come back?

Nope.

You know why
it went away?

I don't know.

I just know if you keep flying,
it will go away.

CURRAN:
I read the papers, sir.

I knew what happened there:

the murders, the rapes,
the atrocities.

So you believed
Miss Berisha

when she told you
she'd been raped?

Yes, sir.

And when she said that

her fiancé was
going to kill her?

I know it's
a very traditional society.

I read an article
in
Newsweek.

So you did the
things that you're
charged with here

because in your mind,
you had no doubt

that Miss Berisha was
telling the truth.

It wasn't just
that she's pretty, sir.

You saw her. You heard her.

Did it sound like
she was lying?

No, it didn't.

Your witness.

So you did notice
that she is pretty?

Yes, sir, of course.

Is that why
you didn't bother

to check out her story?

I didn't have
a lot of time, sir.

We were leaving
the next morning.

You had time to take your friend
out, get him drunk

and lock him in a shed
so he couldn't challenge

your lie about Miss Berisha
belonging on that flight.

I'm really sorry about that.

I didn't know
what else to do, sir.

And that's your defense?

That you committed the crimes
you're charged with

because you had no
other way to save
Miss Berisha's life?

I didn't see any other way, sir.

Did you happen to notice
a big red cross

on a building
at the Pristina Airport?

I think so, sir.

Were you aware
that that building

is filled
with dedicated professionals

working to help people
like Zepa Berisha?

CURRAN:
I never went into
the building, sir.

Were you aware of another
building half a mile away

occupied by
NATO war crime investigators,

police officers
and victim counselors?

CURRAN:
No, sir, I wasn't.

YUEN:
Did you ask anybody

about the existence
of such services?

CURRAN:
No, sir.

YUEN:
So you believed

Miss Berisha
needed help...

[
whispering
]:
He has just completely destroyed
your duress defense.

What should I do?

Ask him about the small town
he grew up in

and his Boy Scout values.

You know, his basic decency,
trust, goodness,

and how sorry he is.

Anything else?

I got plenty, Lieutenant,
but I have a plane to fly.

Good luck.

I guess maybe
I could've asked around, sir.

Yes... I guess
maybe you could have.

Gunny...

Oh, sir.

One of the drawers
was stuck.

I found this jammed
under the roller.

"I love you.

"Happy Valentine's Day.

Thank you for being part
of my life, Bud."

I didn't think you
put it there for me, sir.

Uh, no. Lieutenant Sims, whose
desk this is-- was-- is my wife.

I figured, sir.

Guess I seem
like a poacher to you.

Well, no. No, not at all.

In fact, my wife,
Lieutenant Sims...

gave me these
to give to you--

home addresses
and phone numbers

for everybody
at JAG, nighttime
phone numbers

for the C.N.O.'s
staff, locksmith,

plumbers...

Uh, the admiral's
preferences for
restaurants,

airline seats, his daughter's
phone numbers in Italy

and
Lieutenant Sims'
special codes

for the
filing system.

Outstanding, sir.

The whole Junior Woodchuck
Survival Guide.

Look, Gunny...

this place has been
kind of a mess.

We could really use some help.

Thank you, sir.

[
phone ringing
]

JAG Ops,
Gunnery Sergeant Galindez.

Tuna, you're
the photo beanie.
You take the lead.

I'll cover your six.

Photo beanie going in.

Camera on.

Your six is clear.

MEDWICK:
Flak trap!

Hang on.

Brake left!

Reverse your turn.

Took a hit, Pappy.

I'm shutting down
starboard engine.

Head for the beach;
I'll look you over.

Don't waste your time.

This thing is shaking
like a magic fingers bed.

I'll punch out as low as you
want, Tuna. Your call.

You got to get out
of Indian country.

Can you make it feet wet?

MEDWICK:
Negative.

We're going down, Harm.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Big Mother, this is Badman One.

Badman Two
has a battle-damaged aircraft.

Cannot maintain flight.

Attempting to make feet wet.

Big Mother's been listening,
Badman One.

We are en route.

You hear that, Tuna?

All you got to do is get there.

MEDWICK:
Fat chance.
Head for the boat

and let us eject in peace,
would you, Harm?

What, into the arms
of those maniacs?

Forget it.

-We're going down.
-RABB: No, you're not!

Drop your tailhook.

MEDWICK:
Why?

RABB:
Just do it, Lieutenant.

RABB:
Hold your course, Tuna.

What are you doing?

I'm going to push them someplace
they can eject

without getting
themselves killed.

If that thing comes through
the windscreen...

Just worry about Tuna
and Archie!

Yes, sir.

Give me the closure rate.

Four knots...

three knots...

two knots...

Contact.

What are you doing
back there?

Pushing you.

How are we looking, Skates?

12 miles till feet wet.

Damn it!

Skates!

We're closing at six knots.

Four knots...

two knots...

Here we go again.

RABB:
Okay.

[
sighs
]

Is that thing going to hold?

ARCHULETA:
Oh, God.

There's a ridge coming up.

The ocean's got to be
on the other side of that.

Tell me about the ridge, Skates.

It's 3,473 feet high
and 6.2 miles away.

What about us?

SKATES:
We're passing 6,200 feet.

Rate of descent:
1,800 feet per minute.

Time to ridge:
two minutes.

We can get them over.

It's going to be close.

Tuna, dump your fuel.

You got it.

RABB: Keep talking,
Skates.

Rate of descent
down to 1,400 feet.

You got to help me
fly this plane, Skates.

I can't look at anything
but this damn tailhook,

and I don't want us splattered
all over that ridge.

So, keep a clearance
of 500 feet.

Anything lower than that,
we tell them to punch out.

We're three miles away.

Rate of descent: 1,200 feet.

Altitude: 4,800.

We're a minute out.

Keep that cushion at 500.

I can do the math.

Stay above 3,900.

We going to make it?

Talk to me, Skates.

Thirty seconds out.

4,200.

Fifteen seconds out.

4,000.

Thirty-nine is the limit.

Are we punching out?

No.

Keep talking, Skates.

SKATES:
we're over the ridge

at 3,900 feet.

Yes!

Yeah!
[
laughs
]

you sure about that cushion?

You gave me the call.

I made it.

Three miles
to feet wet.

Two miles.

One-and-a-half.

We're coming up on the line.

Now! Now!

Now!

Tuna, you are cleared
for nylon descent.

Thanks for the lift, Harm.

Big Mother,
this is Badman One.

Badman Two has ejected.

Two good chutes.

Awaiting your arrival.

Badman One
is on scene, Commander.

Whoo!

x[
laughing
]

[
cheering and whooping
]

How'd you even
think
of
trying something like that?

Desperation.

[
laughter
]

You made it, Skates.

Does this mean you're
going to be flying
with us for a while?

Harm, if I can live
through your stunts,

I can live
through anything.

JONAS:
Commander Rabb.

We all thought
it was time

you got a new
call sign.

The CAG told us
about your father.

Sounds as though
he was almost as
crazy as his son.

Besides, you're way too young
to be called "Pappy."

"Hammer."

That was his call
sign, wasn't it, sir?

We'll have that painted up
right away.

I don't think your
dad would mind.

[
applause and cheers
]

And so, Your honor,

I ask you to temper
justice with compassion

and please acquit
Petty Officer Curran.

Very well.

I've heard both cases

and your
closing
arguments.

I'm ready right now

to deliver my verdict.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

I'd like to
make a motion.

Your honor, it's

a little late
for motions.

Lieutenant?

Not for a motion
for a finding of a "not guilty"

based on
the prosecution's failure

to make a prima facie case.

I made my case, Your Honor.

Let's eliminate
the middleman.

Lieutenant Aldridge,
who's your ventriloquist?

I'm Lieutenant
Commander Rabb, sir.

I'm an attorney, and I've
been assisting in the defense

of Petty Officer
Curran.

So I've noticed.

What's the basis of this motion?

Well, sir, on the charge
of being an accomplice

to Petty Officer Simpkins'

missing the movement
of his aircraft,

the prosecution's case
is missing a required element.

We already argued this,
Your Honor.

Petty Officer Curran
can be convicted

if Petty Officer Simpkins
is not charged.

The Manual for
Courts-Martial
spells that out

in Article 77, Paragraph B-6.

Well, that's nice, but if you
read Paragraph B-2, Sub B-2...

May I approach, sir?

Yes.

To be convicted,
Petty Officer Curran

would have had to have shared

in Petty Officer Simpkins'
criminal purpose or design.

That's what it says.

By the prosecution's

own argument, Petty
Officer Simpkins

missed the movement
of his plane

because he was
passed out drunk.

There was
no criminal purpose

or design,
so Petty Officer Curran

could not have
shared in it.

This is highly technical.

And accurate, it seems.

That still
leaves the fact

that Petty Officer Curran

locked Petty Officer Simpkins
in a shed.

For which you have charged him

under Article 97--
unlawful detention.

It doesn't apply, sir.

Commander,

you're saying
Curran had the right

to lock Simpkins in the shed?

I have no
position
on that.

I only point to
United States
v. Johnson

and
the U.S. v.
Cuevas-Ovalle,

in which
the Military
Court of Review

says Article 97 applies only
to those individuals

acting under
the color of the law

such as a military
policeman

who improperly throws
someone in the brig.

What Petty Officer
Curran did, Commander,
is still kidnapping.

That may be, Lieutenant,

but you didn't charge him
with kidnapping.

What about
the Article 92 charge--

disobeying the general order
against stowaways?

Well, sir,
on the face of it,

it would appear that he
did disobey that order.

"On the face of it"?

He flat-out disobeyed, sir.

He had a conflicting obligation,
Lieutenant, as a human being

and as a member
of the United States Navy, sir.

Does the commander
have a citation

from the M.C.M. or case law
to back that up?

It's not a matter
of law books, Lieutenant.

It's a matter

of humanity,
of decency.

What Petty Officer Curran did--

by coming to the aid
of a defenseless woman

he perceived to have been a
victim of enemy atrocities, sir,

at the risk of his own career--

is that not the essence

of what our armed forces
are for, sir?

Commander,

we dealt with all that dur...

All right,
I've heard enough.

Petty officer Curran,

please rise.

On the charges

under Article 77 and 93,
I find you not guilty.

On the charge
of disobeying
an order,

I find you
guilty,

and sentence you
to forfeiture of pay

$200 a month for two months.

[
gavel bangs
]

I am very happy for you, Sean.

$400. It's nothing.

But they're still going to be
sending you back.

We'll speak to NATO's personnel
on the ground.

We'll do everything we can
to make sure you're safe.

NATO will be in Kosovo
only for a little while.

Ismet and his brothers
will be there forever.

You know, Lieutenant,
as fleet JAG,

you could launch
an investigation

into the lapse in procedure
that made this event possible.

Well, I'm not really
sure there's any
point in launching

an investigation.

That's true.

Miss Berisha would then
have to remain aboard ship

at least long enough
to speak to the investigators.

Oh, right, and they'd
have to come from Italy.

Very backed up in Italy
at the moment.

-Could take...
-Weeks...

maybe a couple of months.

RABB:
'Course, by then,
her child would

have been born
aboard ship.

Which would mean
she would be

the mother of an
American citizen.

Does that mean she could
go to the States, sir?

Is that so?

Well, I think that's
the way it works,

although it's not
really my area
of expertise.

You know, Lieutenant,
you may make

a halfway
decent lawyer yet.

GALINDEZ:
Here you are,
Admiral.

Two seats, third
row center.

Where the hell
did you get these?

Turns out I know
a drill instructor
at Parris Island.

His cousin's a roadie
for some thrash rapper

Limp Bizkit used to open for.

I don't know
what the hell that means

but thank them all for me.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Roberts
to see you, sir.

Send him in.

Admiral, I have
two Limp Bizkit
tickets for you.

I bought them in an auction
on the... Internet.

Your screen name
is Mr. Funky?

Sir.

Mr. Funky?

You're Cavalier?

I can't believe
you went to $300.

You two were bidding
against each other?

Apparently so.

You spent $300 on these tickets?

Yes, sir.

How much were yours, Gunny?

Those were comps, sir.

Well, Lieutenant, um,
I'll get you a receipt
for the donation--

unless you want
to go to the concert.

I hear they really rock.

I'm going to miss you.

-Am I going
somewhere, sir?
-Back to JAG.

You got nothing else
to prove as an aviator--

to the world,
or yourself,
or your father.

You stay here, you're flying
into a career dead end.

Harm, I saw you defending
that young crewman,

making sure
the right thing happened.

Your heart's in the law.

You love it.
I could see it.

This isn't just a way to get me
out of your air wing, is it,
sir?

There is no one else
I would rather have
flying for me, commander.

But if you stay here,
you're flying toward nothing.

You go back to JAG,
you got a chance
to help some people

and have a hell
of a time doing it.

Ah, you already
know that.

That's why you've
already decided.

[
closing theme music playing
]