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All eyes are on Washington today as Marine Lt.

Col. Ronald Vickers is scheduled to appear at his court hearing.

Col. Vickers has been accused of violating a chemical weapons

treaty by providing the African country of Algeria with nerve gas

used in an attack against the UN peacekeeping force in Tunisia last October.

Four American servicemen were among the dozens killed in that attack.

The apparent fratricide of those four American...

-Yeah? -Amos Rabb, Jr.?

Harmon Rabb, Jr. Harmon, sorry.

Delivered for you.

Could you send a number 23, please?

Yeah.

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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 McKenzie,

he now fights in and out of the courtroom with the

same daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the air.

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Lose something, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

I'd like to see Commander Rav, Major McKenzie in my office ASAP.

Aye, aye, sir.

Victorian Romance or Spring Splendor?

Hmm?

What?

Bud, I've been trying to get you to look at these

wedding invitations for two weeks now, and if I don't

order them by tomorrow, then they're not gonna get to

the printers, and we're not gonna have anything to send people.

-Fine. -The white ones.

They're pearl.

Sorry.

You know what?

-It's not your fault. -It's my mother.

She's driving me nuts with invitations and

showers and seating arrangements, and I'm going crazy.

Well, maybe we should just elope.

That would be so romantic.

Of course my mother would have a heart attack.

Oh, you think so?

That's not funny, Bud.

I'm sorry.

Can I speak with you just for a moment?

Lieutenant, where are Rab and McKenzie?

I'm going to find them, sir.

I'll be right back.

I like Victorian romance.

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Don't you recognize me, Commander?

Let me give you a hint.

special agent Clark Palmer surprise did you

miss me oh yeah you're

a real master of disguise Palmer you have to be in my line of work

Been bugging my place.

How long have you had me under surveillance?

Long enough.

Long enough for what?

Long enough to know you've got two overdue library books, some

serious issues with your missing father, and your love life sucks.

What do you want, Palmer?

You've got nothing I want, Commander.

This isn't personal.

Not since Iran-Contra has a military investigation

garnered this much media attention from Washington...

Where's Rab? He hasn't shown up yet, sir.

Dwight Burgess from Justice?

What's your take on Colonel Vickers' attorney?

Gribaldi's a good lawyer, sir.

Knows the ins and outs of military law as good as any jag.

You have enough evidence to go to trial?

Yes, sir, but we still don't think Colonel Vickers acted alone.

Someone in the Defense Security Division

convinced him to violate a chemical weapons treaty.

DSD is the Justice Department's problem.

With all due respect, Admiral, the DSD is our

jurisdiction, but this has become everybody's problem.

Ever since the Cold War ended, the DSD's become a refuge for every

diehard spook looking for some good old-fashioned cloak and dagger work.

Defense Security Division does have a

reputation of protecting themselves to the extreme.

Not afraid of any of that, sir.

That's what worries me, Major.

Court-martialing Colonel Vickers alone won't stop the DSD, sir.

A few months ago, they killed a Marine pilot at 29 Palms.

-Now this. -Who knows what's next?

The Department of Justice has been looking

for a weak link in the DSD for over a year.

Colonel Vickers may be our only hope, but we need jag cooperation.

So what's your plan, Major?

Until this, Colonel Vickers had an exemplary career.

The man personifies honor, but now he's got the blood of

four fellow Marines on his hands, and it's tearing him up inside.

I think if I offer him transactional immunity and

a chance to redeem himself, we'll cooperate, sir.

Do it.

Where's that big cookie sheet of yours?

Oh, never mind.

I got it.

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

You know, you've got great enunciation.

It's very useful for a lawyer, I'm sure.

I guess those high school theater classes weren't a waste of time after all.

What, are you writing my biography?

No.

Just getting to know you better, Commander.

Well, now that we know all about me, let's hear your story.

I'm not important.

Sure you are. You're the one in power here.

What, are you getting back at me for 29 palms?

Oh, please.

Spare me the psychobabble, Commander.

Unless, of course, you want to talk about your missing daddy.

What, no witty retort?

Why's that?

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me, how goes the search for Baba Rab?

You know, I hear he's living very well outside of Kiev, or...

Or is it Smolensk?

Anyway...

Shame he never calls.

Go to hell.

Enter.

Sir, I checked the entire building.

Commander Rab is not here.

I've tried calling him 20 times.

He's not answering his phone at home, his cell phone, or his pager.

I think the storm has knocked out some of the local cell sites in the area.

And the beltway, it's a parking lot.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Breathe before you pass out on my deck.

Yes, sir.

Good. I'll have him see me as soon as he arrives.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harriet,

I was, uh, wondering if you could look at something in Commander Rabb's office.

Commander Rabb's office?

Yeah, it's a, uh, I, uh, I want your opinion on a question of protocol.

Okay.

Is everything okay, bud?

You're acting a little weirder than usual.

You'd be acting weird, too, if you had this in your pocket.

Bud, I don't think this is the time of the play.

Are you gonna open it?

Empty.

It's empty.

It's empty.

Uh-huh.

It's not the whole time, is it?

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Mr. Gribaldi, we need to talk.

It's okay.

I'm listening.

Transactional immunity if the colonel gives me the names

of the others responsible, all the information he knows

about this, and his agreement to testify when the time comes.

His former employers have a reputation for tying up loose ends.

Get him in witness relocation.

Oh, great.

That ought to buy him an extra weekend.

He'll never go for it.

Ask him.

Thank you.

Bye.

Ronald Vickers gonna bite?

Grimaldi's gonna ask him.

But did you find Commander Rapp?

No, ma'am.

Well, until harm shows up, you're co-counsel.

Wish us luck, sir.

Break somebody's legs.

All right, bud, let's get this over with.

It wants to give me

All rise.

Ladies and gentlemen, in light of the reporters outside this

building, and for the sake of expediency, I'd like to remind

Council we're here today for an Article 32 hearing, not a trial.

The decision whether or not to proceed with a

court-martial will be determined by the evidence presented here today.

Now, that said, Major McKenzie, is the government ready to proceed?

No, sir.

The government requested continuance until tomorrow morning.

On what grounds, Major?

The lead counsel, Lieutenant Commander Rabb, is not available, Your Honor.

Your Honor, my client has been put through enough by the

prosecution without adding insult to injury with these endless delays.

What endless delays?

I'm asking for a 24-hour continuance.

The prosecution is stalling.

Counselors!

Major McKenzie, as co-counsel on this case, I'm

sure you're capable of handling this hearing yourself.

Yes, sir.

The government's motion for continuance is denied, Major.

Now proceed with your opening statement.

I don't care how you do it, bud, but find harm and get him here ASAP.

Okay.

Keeping me here is a waste of time, Palmer.

Major McKenzie can handle this case by herself.

You don't really believe that, even though it's probably true.

Look, if I don't show up, they're gonna send someone here looking for me.

Who said you wouldn't show up?

You just won't be yourself when you do.

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It's beautiful, Harriet.

Thank you.

I'm so happy for you.

-Thanks. -But we are going to miss you.

What are you talking about?

I'm not going anywhere.

When they transfer you.

Married officers can't serve in the same chain of command.

You know that, Harriet.

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I'm the leader of a cyberteam, Major.

Would you please tell the court what that acronym stands for, Captain?

That's the Marine Corps' Chemical and Biological Incident Response Force.

We're brought in whenever there's an incident

involving chemical and or biological weapons.

Were you called for the incident in Tunisia that occurred on October 7, 1997?

Yes, ma'am.

Please describe what you found there.

It was pretty ugly, ma'am.

The peacekeepers set up an emergency post in an abandoned

aircraft hangar, which is where this chemical attack occurred.

It took us 18 hours to get to the hot zone, and by then,

another 40 or so people had been exposed, which in this

attack was an agent known as Soman nerve gas, or GD for short.

And what happens to an individual who's exposed to Soman nerve gas?

A small dose causes headaches, nausea, loss of vision, and hallucinations.

The Red Cross workers and Tunisian soldiers who arrived on the

scene before us had to be treated for these sort of symptoms, ma'am.

What about the US servicemen and refugees who were exposed to higher doses?

They weren't so lucky, Major.

Soman attacks the central nervous system.

It shuts down the respiratory function.

Those people experience violent cramping,

vomiting, convulsions, and ultimately death.

In other words, a cruel and painful death.

Yes, ma'am, very.

Objection.

This grotesque exhibition has nothing to do with my client or this hearing.

On the contrary, Your Honor, this has everything to do with this hearing.

Mr. Gribaldi would like us to lose sight of this fact, but

we can't, because this is what's in store for us if we do.

Would you please tell the court how the

nerve gas was delivered to the attack site?

It was delivered in 105 shells, which had been

modified to deliver a binary nerve gas system.

Is this the type of shell casing we're talking about, Captain?

Yes, ma'am.

And where were these shells manufactured?

Here, ma'am, in the USA.

How was your nap, Commander?

We killed him.

Who are you working for these days, Palmer?

The DSD or the CIA?

Does Clayton Webb know about this?

Webb?

No.

Mr. Webb is very careful not to get his hands dirty.

That's why the company has wet boys like you, huh?

Wet boys?

You've been reading too many spy novels.

That's what they call assassins these days, isn't it?

It's a vulgar term, coined by some government geek.

With an overactive imagination and a love of juvenile catchphrases.

I prefer to think of myself as a forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can walk up to some poor soul, put a gun to

the base of his skull and blow his brains out of his forehead.

But it takes true artistry to have that same guy choke

on a hot dog at a baseball game in front of 15,000 people.

Or suffer a stroke on the dance floor at his daughter's wedding.

Now, you said that these shelves were modified.

Yes, ma'am.

They're hollow shelves, originally

designed to be packed with propaganda leaflets.

But these weren't used to drop propaganda leaflets, were they?

No, ma'am.

I don't expect you to appreciate the kind of work and

planning that goes into something like this, Commander.

It's still murder.

Yes, Commander.

I know how you feel about such things.

In fact, I know how you feel about just about everything.

That's what makes this all possible.

You're very predictable.

Dress whites and moral conviction.

And of course, we won't mention the number of lives you've taken.

Don't compare yourself to me, Palmer.

I never took a life that didn't threaten my own or someone else's.

Do you even know how many people you've killed?

I'm not keeping score.

Eighteen confirmed that I'm aware of.

That's absurd.

Is it?

I thought you didn't keep count.

Or is it simply that you've lost count?

You want me to tell you about them?

Help jog your memory?

Let's see, there was two Libyan pilots over the Gulf

of Sidra, one Vietnamese emissary, two Iraqi soldiers...

Don't forget to add your name to the list, Palmer.

We manufacture Soman nerve gas, don't we?

No, ma'am, not anymore.

But we did at one time, did we not?

Yes, ma'am. In fact, we have tons of it

stored at the Tooele Army Depot in Utah, don't we?

Objection, irrelevant.

Sustained.

Have we not given nerve gas to other countries like Britain?

Yes, ma'am, but for research purposes only.

That's the official designation.

But do you know for a fact that we have never

supplied a foreign country with nerve gas, Captain?

No, ma'am.

-Thank you. -No further questions.

Captain, could these 105 shells have been used with conventional warheads?

Yes, sir.

The Chemical Warfare Treaty prevents us from

supplying biochemical weapons to any country.

Isn't that correct, Captain?

Yes, sir.

Do you have any way of knowing where the

Soman nerve gas used in the attack originated?

No, sir. So then, the nerve gas could have been

stolen from a lab in the Middle East or purchased

on the Russian black market for all we know, correct?

Yes, sir.

Those are both possible scenarios.

In fact, the Algerians could have even

manufactured this nerve gas by themselves, couldn't they?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Dr. O, Captain Pasternak has just stated that the

Algerians could manufacture their own nerve agent.

As a chemical engineer, do you concur?

Yes, given the proper equipment and supplies.

What sort of equipment are we talking about?

The same sort of equipment one requires in the

chemical manufacturing of insecticides and herbicides.

Bug spray and weed killer?

Yes.

Roach spray is essentially nerve gas for insects.

If you increase the concentration, you've

got a chemical agent that's lethal to humans.

Is this the sort of equipment that we're talking about?

This is exactly what we're talking about The government would

like to enter into evidence an invoice from the Department of

Agriculture for chemical manufacturing equipment Which was sold to Algeria?

Designated as agricultural in nature, but as we

just established has a deadly dual purpose Thank you.

Dr. Oh, no further questions

Oh, Admiral, let me get this stuff out of your way.

I'm sorry.

When are the wedding plans coming?

In a word, horrible.

I don't think I can pull this off.

Sure you can.

You just need to stop thinking like a bride and start thinking like an ensign.

Sir?

Well, don't treat it like some elaborate wedding.

Tack it as if it were a precision military operation.

Look, city arrangements, right?

Oh, battlefield planned.

Wedding party table, base of operations, friends

of the bride, allies, Uncle Larry and Grace Hoboken.

Enemies.

Very good.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Spratt, as Undersecretary of the Agricultural Development

Alliance, you authorized the sale of this equipment to Algeria.

Yes, I did.

Why? We're committed to helping countries

like Algeria develop a solid agricultural base.

An adequate food supply is the first step

towards economic and political stability.

Herbicides and pesticides play an important role in this process.

But are you not aware of the potential for misuse of

such technology, such as the development of chemical weapons?

Of course, Major. That's why all such transactions must be approved by the DSD.

The Defense Security Division?

Yes, ma'am. And who specifically must authorize the sale of this equipment?

Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

The government would like to introduce into

evidence a copy of a DSD approval for the sale of

this equipment authorized by Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

Thank you, Mr. Spratt.

No further questions.

Undersecretary Spratt, have you ever met Colonel Vickers before?

No.

Have you ever talked to him on the phone?

No.

So, in fact, this piece of paper is the

only correspondence that you have ever had.

Yes.

Could it not be a phony?

Could someone not have forged Colonel Vickers' signature?

-Objection. -Oh, we're ruled.

You may answer the question, Mr. Spratt.

Well, I suppose it's possible...

Thank you very much, Mr. Spratt.

No further questions.

Dinner's ready.

Does the face ring a bell, Commander?

You've been watching too many Mission Impossible reruns, Palmer.

I fooled you to get in here, didn't I?

You said yourself, I'm a master of disguise.

I was being facetious.

Well, don't you feel like an ass now?

Kind of spooky, huh?

You still don't have my voice.

Neither do you, since you came down with

that nasty flu bug and spent the night in...

Emergency.

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I hear they only use psychos for this kind of work, Palmer.

So what kind of a man becomes an assassin?

I don't know.

What kind of man becomes a lawyer, Rab?

A guy that believes in justice.

I believe in justice.

I think we just have a very different approach.

So you're going to kill Colonel Vickers to keep him quiet, huh?

You're not understanding the intricacies of global politics.

The New World Order is exactly like a giant chess game, and

sometimes you've got to sacrifice a pawn in order to save your king.

I see the DSD has become an organization of thugs.

Well, I feel sorry for you, Palmer.

You're so far over the edge you don't realize it, but...

Vickers isn't the fall guy here.

You are.

Don't try to play mind games with me, Commander.

You don't have the talent for it.

I seem to recall beating you in the desert the last time we met.

You think so?

Tell me, how's the big case against the DSD

and the Bradenhurst Corporation coming along?

Justice Department will get a conviction.

Not in your lifetime.

Actually, that's only a matter of a few hours at this point.

Dinner?

Sir, I know you're busy, but I was just wondering how my

wedding to Lieutenant Roberts is going to affect my duty here at JAG.

Well, as you know, it is against regs for spouses to

work within the same chain of command, so you will

have to transfer back to the Inspector General's office.

Yes, sir.

However, your performance has been outstanding.

So, even though you'll be officially working for the Inspector

General, I'm going to ask that you be permanently assigned to this office.

You can do that, sir?

Admiral's privilege.

Thank you, sir!

Thank you!

Well, consider it part of your wedding gift.

Don't be long.

You gonna poison him?

Even you must see the irony, Commander.

You know, Colonel Vickers is not the innocent victim you'd like to believe.

He was hand-picked for the DSD.

So you could manipulate him.

Get him to sign off on your dirty deals.

It's a shame to have to kill him.

Good help's hard to find.

You're not gonna release Soman nerve gas in the courtroom.

No.

Soman, Sarin, VX2, those are old school.

This is the new kid on the block.

It's ten times more lethal, virtually undetectable, and best of all...

no aftertaste.

You'll be exposed.

Don't worry about me, Commander.

I eat right.

And I carry protection.

Prosecution calls Corporal Cheryl Dupree.

Objection, Your Honour.

We all know what happened in Tunisia, and the

Major has already pointed out the effects of the attack.

I do not understand what Corporal Dupree's testimony could possibly add.

Corporal Dupree is a victim of the attack who

has to deal with the pain and suffering every day.

I think we owe her the respect to hear her testimony.

Overruled.

Proceed, Major.

What about the other people in the courtroom?

Hopefully their exposure will be kept to a minimum.

Hopefully?

I'm not a mass murderer, Commander.

If I was, I'd simply fire a dragon into your JAG

headquarters and blow Vickers to hell along with

everyone else and chalk it up as collateral damage.

That's not my style.

Oh, I forgot.

You're an artiste.

What happened to you, Palmer?

What could possibly happen to a person that

caused him to lose every shred of human compassion?

Stay in Washington a few more years.

Shit.

I had just stepped into the hangar when I heard the explosion.

I froze for a moment.

But then my Marine training took over.

I raced out to grab these two little refugee girls.

I didn't realize it was a chemical attack until I

was about halfway to them and my eyes started burning.

My lungs were on fire and I could barely breathe, but I kept going.

All I could think about was saving those two little girls.

But it didn't matter.

By the time I got to them, the girls were dead.

I'm in pain every day.

My husband can't touch me.

I can't even pick up my -year-old son, Adam.

The gas burned out my tear ducts, so...

I can't even cry.

It's been fun, Rab, but I gotta go.

Got a case to try.

Or rather, you do.

In fact, you're gonna question Vicar so hard the poor

man will die of a heart attack right there in the courtroom.

Imagine the headlines.

Jag lawyer questions man to death.

And then he'll return home devastated by

the day's events and, uh, die in a freak fire.

Don't you think the coroner's gonna wonder

about the restraints of my hands and fate, Palmer?

By the time they put this fire out, Rab, they'll be lucky to find your teeth.

This charge is set to go off in eight hours.

So if I were you, Rab, I'd find peace with my maker.

And don't bother trying to Houdini out of this

because I've got a trigger wired to this motion

sensor You may be wondering if he's gonna kill me.

Why doesn't he just shoot?

Quite frankly Raph, that's not my style But don't worry

Hell You're as good as you think you are You'll be in

heaven before you know it and if I'm not I'll save you seeing hell

Well, that's comforting.

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See you later, baby.

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Does the government have any more witnesses, Major?

Yes, sir.

The government calls Colonel Vickers to the stand.

Your Honor, I think counsel is confused.

She can't call the accused to the stand.

I want to hear Colonel Vickers tell the court that

he's not responsible for what happened to Corporal Dupree.

Your Honor, this is outrageous.

Major, you know Colonel Vickers can't be forced to testify against himself.

I'll do it, Your Honor.

Sit down.

I don't take orders from civilians.

I'd like to make a statement, Your Honor.

You don't have to, Colonel.

I understand, Admiral.

But if it pleases the court, I'd like to take the stand.

Your Honor, as defense counsel, I cannot allow this to happen.

Colonel Vickers, if you take the stand and make a statement,

you will also be subject to cross-examination by the prosecution.

I understand, sir.

Take the fifth.

You can take the fifth.

Take it.

Oh

Meat butter, you in there?

Bandit!

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The United States has become the world's protector.

We help those who can't help themselves.

It's one of the things that makes America great.

But unfortunately, we can't be everywhere at all times.

So we try to give those countries a means to defend

themselves, hopefully as a deterrent to their enemies.

Now, my assignment with the Defense

Security Division was foreign military sales.

And yes, I approved the delivery of some weapons to the Algerians.

It was one of our ways of building up security against Libya.

But I swear to this court, to Corporal Dupree, and to all

the other victims that I would have never, ever approved

the sale of any weapons, chemical or otherwise, if I

thought for a moment that they might be used against any Americans.

Now, I'm sorry for what happened.

I am.

And I wish I could change it somehow, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're a witness, Major.

Would you approve the sale of weapons if you

didn't think they'd be used against Americans?

I just said that I wouldn't, Major.

No, sir.

You said you would not allow the sale of

weapons that might be used against Americans.

What if you thought they'd never be used against Americans?

What if someone in the Defense Security Division said, hey, it's OK.

The Algerians won't use this against us.

They're our allies.

Would you look the other way and approve it then?

Objection.

Cause for speculation.

Overruled.

Colonel.

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Commander, are you alright?

Yes, sir.

Bud, there's a bomb right to a motion sensor.

It's plugged into the wall socket.

-Pull it out. -What? -Behind you!

-Follow the wire! -Hurry!

Freeze!

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RAB, my office now.

I'm late for court, Admiral.

I'm aware of that, Commander.

Major McKenzie, sir.

Now, RAB.

Colonel, you admit you approve the sale of the 105

howitzers to the Algerians who launched the attack.

I approve the sales, yes.

And you approve the sale of several hundred 105

artillery shells which were used to launch the nerve gas.

Yes.

And you approve the sale of chemical manufacturing equipment.

No.

No?

Well, you sign the approval.

This is your signature, isn't it?

Looks like mine.

I'll take that as a yes, sir.

So within a period of less than a month, you approved

the sale of everything the Algerians needed to make a

nerve gas weapon and launch it against our peacekeepers.

I told you that I would never approve the sale of any weapons...

If you thought they'd be used against Americans, I know, Colonel.

But you did.

Somebody call the bomb squad!

Help!

Save your breath, bud.

Nobody can hear you.

Look, we're gonna be all right, just so long

as we don't move and trip the motion sensor.

The bomb isn't set to go off for almost eight hours.

What are we gonna do until then, sir?

We are not gonna move, bud.

Okay, sir, I'm trying.

Does anybody know you're here?

Major McKenzie.

She sent me to find you.

Who did this, sir?

Special agent Clark Palmer.

Man, I really hate that guy.

-Me, too. -Don't move your head, bud.

What?

I'm getting a charley horse, sir.

Don't you dare move, lieutenant.

That's an order.

Aye, sir.

The only thing that I can't figure out is why, colonel.

You know this area better than anyone.

It was your duty to ensure that something like this wouldn't happen.

So how did it?

I don't know, major.

If you overlook something or mistakenly approve

something that you shouldn't have been, it's a tragic mistake.

And I'm afraid you've been negligent in your duty.

But if this wasn't an accident...

Objection! Is the major going to ask a question?

Sustained.

Major, do you have a question?

Yes, your honor.

Then please ask it.

Do you know the penalty for assisting or

inducing in any way the acquisition of chemical weapons?

Yes.

What is it?

Imprisonment.

Life imprisonment.

And if such action should result in the death

of another person, it's the death penalty, sir.

Sir, I spent the night in the emergency room.

I had an allergic reaction to some antibiotics I was taking.

My throat started to close.

My face swelled up like a balloon.

I still don't quite have my voice back, sir.

You gonna be all right?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

I feel better than I look.

Well, you still should have called.

Well, sir, I would have, but they knocked me out with some painkillers.

I came here directly from the hospital when they wore off.

How is the major doing, sir?

From what I understand, she's holding her own.

I'd like to get in there and help as soon as I can, sir.

Dismissed.

Commander, General Trenton called this morning.

He wanted to know about the Hirsch case.

He wants to know what our position is.

The Hirsch case, sir.

Captain Joe Hirsch, Marine Harrier pilot.

I'm charging him with Article 111, sir.

Doesn't matter if it was cough syrup or draft

beer, he was intoxicated while operating an aircraft.

As you were.

Colonel, I know what the Marine Code of Honor means to you.

I know that you would lay down your life

to protect the principles by which you live.

And I would like to believe that a Marine of your character

would not knowingly sell chemical weapons to Algeria or anyone else.

But it happened.

You didn't want this to happen to Corporal Dupree, but it did.

You might have been able to prevent it, but you didn't.

Four Marines and 37 others are dead, either

because of what you did or because of what you didn't do.

I'm asking you as a man, as an American, as a Marine, were

the Algerians allowed to develop a chemical weapons system?

And if so, under whose authority?

I'm not asking for a confession, Colonel.

I'm offering you one last chance at redemption.

Yes, we afforded them the equipment they needed.

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All right, good, bud.

Cut me out of here.

Hurry up.

What about the bomb what about it?

I'm not gonna defuse it and I'm certainly not taking it with us

We'll call the bomb squad from the car Where the hell have you been?

I spent the night emergency have a strep throat.

You look terrible.

I'm fine I got him harm Vickers confessed to

helping the Algerians acquire chemical weapons.

I think he's gonna give up some names in the DSD

Major is the government ready to proceed?

We are your honor.

What are you doing?

I have the smoking gun what smoking gun?

What does the colonel make these days?

Not enough really According to your bank

account you have almost $300,000 colonel.

Yeah, I wish

Let me finish.

Back off, Sarah.

The government would like to enter into evidence the financial records

of a Cayman Island bank account belonging to Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

Objection.

Your Honor, this is evidence that has not been disclosed.

That's because it was just uncovered less than 20 minutes ago, Your Honor.

Overrule. I'll allow it. Were you selling

American-made weapons under the table, Colonel?

No.

How do you explain this bank account, then?

It must be some sort of mistake.

Really?

Well, I think the only mistake was you thinking you could get away with this.

Sir, there's a restricted area.

You'll have to turn around.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rav.

I'm supposed to be in that court.

Commander Rav is already in court, sir.

He's not Commander Rav.

He's Commander Rav.

He is in a disguise that he made.

He drugged him and made a mold of his face.

Fine. Let me speak to Admiral Chegwood.

He also is in court, sir.

Out of my way, Staff Sergeant.

That's an order.

DSD had nothing to do with this one, did it, Colonel?

You were the lone gunman on this job.

No, that's not true.

What the hell is Rav doing?

You sold the Algerians chemical weapons for cash.

Four of your fellow Marines died for no other reason than greed.

Your greed.

Objection. Your Honor, the prosecution is badgering the witness.

Yes, it's day.

Wait right here until I get someone to straighten this out, okay?

The court will take a 20-minute recess.

Scabs, get everybody to get the hell out of here!

Yes!

Oh

My office!

Seal off this courtroom.

Call the cyber.

Get the respirator here.

Aye, sir.

Bag him.

Yes, sir.

Somebody go after Rav!

Commander Rav didn't do it, sir.

Agent Palmer disguised himself as Harmon in order to kill Colonel Vickers.

Man arrived you right, sir.

I'm fine corporal detain this man.

Call the civil authorities.

Hi, sir In here, let's go

I didn't even want to speak.

three four five one two

it's breathing

What's that for?

I wanted to make sure it was you.

One Harmon Rab in my life is enough.

More than enough.

Well, thank you, Admiral.

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