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MAN: You keeping them out or us in, Swenson?

You're the mind reader. You tell me.

[ laughing]

-Oh... Thanks, Jimmy. -No problem, Chief.

So, the lieutenant fly to the moon or see God while I was gone?

Mm... no. For once, he's sleeping like a baby.

Well, for once, maybe we can get out of here

-before dawn, huh? Let's hope so. -I hope you like ham and cheese.

It's all they had.

[ gasping]

His brain waves are off the Richter.

Pull up!

Pull up!

Pull up, damn it!

Sir!

Sir... wait!

Security.

[ phone ringing]

Security. [ yells]

WOMAN [ over PA]: Security Alert, Code Four.

Lieutenant, you're safe.

-It's all right. -Bail out!

Bail out! Bail out! Bail out!

[ loud thud]

Oh, my God.

[ opening theme music playing]

CHEGWIDDEN: What the hell is remote viewing?

ROBERTS: It's a kind of a clairvoyance or E.S.P., sir.

The subject goes into a meditative state

and attempts to see something in the next room.

Or on the next continent, sir.

You mean, the psychic spy program?

Hell, I thought the C.I.A. shut that thing down years ago.

They closed most operations, sir.

But there's still some theoretical research going on.

And the Navy intel has its own top-secret program called, uh...

"Stargazer," run by Admiral Harrison Spencer.

Pretty gung-ho type of guy, sir.

Apparently, they were looking

for a downed North Korean jet, sir.

The South Koreans wanted to recover the electronics.

Haven't they ever heard of satellites?

Satellites don't see underwater, sir,

or through clouds.

But a junior officer flat on his back in Washington can?

Well, the C.I.A. program had a number of successes, sir.

One viewer located a secret Chinese nuclear test site.

Another pinpointed where the Red Brigade was holding

an American general hostage.

Yeah, and here, a lieutenant goes into a trance

and ends up dead.

So, Mr. Roberts,

we know how you feel about psychic phenomena.

Yes, sir. There's just too much evidence

to ignore the reality of the paranormal.

Colonel, do you have any preconceptions

about psychic spies and telepathic warriors?

Only that it sounds like science fiction.

Well, Colonel,

a hundred years ago, putting a man on the moon

was science fiction.

You three will make a perfect team.

I want a thorough investigation of Lieutenant McGrane's death

and Admiral Spencer's role in it.

Dismissed.

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

Aye, aye, sir.

Colonel...

Whatever happened about that Korean plane?

They never found it, sir.

MAN: Lieutenant McGrane showed

incredible promise at simple precognition tests--

naming the suits of unseen cards, that sort of thing.

But you put the lieutenant into psychic operations

before he received medical clearance.

The lab was backed up.

All we were lacking were the blood and toxicology reports.

Everything else checked out.

Is this where it happened, sir?

Yes. We have worked 'round the clock

for the last six months.

Now, Admiral Linsenmeyer suspended

all Stargazer operations, pending your investigation.

I hope you don't ridicule

that which you don't understand, Colonel.

Sir, do you really believe in all this?

Not at first.

I didn't grow up in an ashram chanting with some guru.

I was a country boy.

Studied chemical engineering at the Academy

and believed the laws of science were carved in stone.

But we have tested personnel

whose minds can alter electric current,

predict the roll of dice,

even see events thousands of miles away.

And you're sure there's no rational explanation?

Have you never had an experience

that defied rational explanation, Colonel?

Never seen something in your mind's eye and...

it happened?

Sir, I can't even pick the right checkout line at the supermarket.

And you, Commander?

Sir, I have had visions that I can't explain.

I met a gypsy woman in Russia

who could see the future and the past.

So, I guess, yes, I am open

to the possibility of the paranormal.

And that's all I ask.

Sir, we'll need

to go through your records and interview the staff.

Fine.

You can start with me.

All right, sir.

Uh...

It's November 2 and the time is...

11:36.

Exactly.

As usual.

Colonel, how did you do that?

I don't know, sir.

I've been able to tell the time without a watch

since I was in the fifth grade.

That's a psychic gift--

a second cousin to telepathy.

Actually, sir, I just wanted to know how long until recess.

Hey, when this is cleared up, I would love for you

to undertake a remote viewing experiment.

You'd find it fascinating.

It's a journey outside your own body

with a soaring sense of freedom.

WOMAN: Sertraline, fluoxetrine

and a heavy dose of monoamine oxidase inhibitors.

The tox scan shows that your Lieutenant McGrane

was a pharmacological disaster just waiting to happen.

Why would someone take a cocktail like that?

Oh, they're standard prescriptions

for depression and anxiety.

Lieutenant, have a seat.

But you shouldn't be mixing them.

Well, eyewitnesses report that the lieutenant thought

that he was on a North Korean jet that was about to crash.

Hallucinations.

The drugs, combined with the induced meditative state

could've produced some pretty scary images.

Apparently, he was trying to bail out of the plane.

Or out of the dream.

Well, either way, he shouldn't have been there.

Anyone taking psychotropic drugs shouldn't be fooling around

with altered states of consciousness.

Well, the lieutenant signed the release form

for human-use experiments, but the only drug

he said that he was taking was for an allergy.

Then he lied.

ROBERTS: Lieutenant Niles McGrane

was under psychiatric care

for manic depression and anxiety

and he didn't want the Navy to know about it.

He filled his prescriptions off base

and didn't disclose his condition to Admiral Spencer.

So, how is it that you know all of this, Bud?

Well, after I spoke to the pathologist,

I visited the widow.

Actually, I went to mass with her

and lit a candle for her husband.

That's ethical, isn't it?

I mean, to establish a common ground with a witness?

It's fine, Bud.

Anyway, based on preliminary test results,

the admiral convinced Lieutenant McGrane

that he was natural-born psychic.

He pushed him into volunteering.

So he could have declined.

Yeah, you ever tried to say no to an admiral, Commander?

Well, I suspect it's only slightly harder

than saying no to a colonel.

Anything else, Bud?

Well, yes, sir.

I've been going over the Stargazer's financial records

and it looks like Admiral Spencer

has been diverting funds from Elint and Comint

into the Psychic Warrior Program.

Well, that's hardly incriminating.

As deputy director of Navy intel,

he has the right to reallocate funds.

Yeah, but he doesn't have the right

to violate medical protocol on human-use experiments.

Wasn't the lieutenant at fault

for not disclosing his psychiatric condition?

Why do you two find it necessary to defend the admiral?

Why do you find it necessary to continually attack him, Colonel?

Because he takes unnecessary risks with other men's lives.

Beg your pardon, Colonel.

Admiral Chegwidden would like to see all of you, ASAP.

He wants to fight it.

Wants to go down with the ship.

He told me he had a dream that someday psychic ops

would be as commonplace as radar and satellites.

[ knocking]

Enter.

At ease, at ease. I believe you all know

Admiral Linsenmeyer, director of naval intelligence.

Yes, sir. Admiral.

What's the state of the investigation?

Admiral Spencer rushed Lieutenant McGrane

into psychic operations

before he received medical clearance, sir.

In my book, that's negligence.

I'm authorizing the convening of a court-martial.

How long will it take to prepare the charge sheet?

Well, it shouldn't take longer

than an hour, sir, if that's how you want to go.

Oh, no, no, no. Not you, Commander.

Admiral Spencer's requested that you defend him.

He seems to think

you're on the same wavelength.

Colonel MacKenzie and Lieutenant Roberts

will handle the prosecution.

Prosecution, sir?

Being a JAG lawyer is not like going

to the Army-Navy game, Lieutenant.

You don't get to pick sides.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, Commander...

you two seem to understand each other.

And I hope you understand me.

Your job is to work this out, quickly and quietly

and with a minimum of embarrassment to the Navy.

Actually, sir,

my job now is to exonerate Admiral Spencer.

What's going on, Petty Officer?

We're securing the lab on orders

from Colonel MacKenzie, sir.

She called half an hour ago.

Sir? I think they're planning

to make a bonfire of all my work

so they can burn me as a warlock.

Well, sir, you wanted a fight.

Looks like we have one.

I had no choice.

If I slipped quietly away into the night,

crucial research will be abandoned.

Right now, sir, it's your freedom I'm worried about.

Admiral, it is my duty to serve you

with the charges and specifications against you.

My counselor will answer the charges.

All I ask is a chance to defend my work.

"Failure to obey orders under Article 92-A-1, dereliction of duty

-under Article 92-a-3 and..." -Manslaughter.

A man isdead.

MacKENZIE: I miss you, too.

Uh... I-I can't

uh, come up this weekend, sweetheart.

Maybe at... at Christmas.

So, are you dating that bodacious Harmon Rabb yet?

Uh, no.

No, actually, that, um, that really would not be appropriate.

Hey, I had a dream last night

that the two of you got married and I was your flower girl.

Not all dreams come true.

Look, I'll talk to you this weekend, okay?

Okay. Love you.

I love you, too, Chloe. Bye.

How isyour little sister, anyway?

Oh, wonderful.

But ever since she found her real family,

I don't get to see her that much.

I miss her, Harm.

Anybody ever tell you

you have great maternal instincts?

Not as often as they've told me I have a great karate chop.

Look--

about yesterday.

There wasn't enough time to inform you

about the document seizure, nor was I required.

Well, that's all right, Colonel, but, uh...

if you're going to hardball, you better be able

to catch as well as throw.

Meaning?

The admiral waives his right

to an Article 32 hearing.

We're demanding a speedy trial.

You don't think I'm ready?

Commander, I am ready to run your client

and his crystal ball

right out of the Navy and into the brig.

Well, you may be, but it is in the Navy's best interest

to put this case to rest.

I'm listening.

Drop all charges against Admiral Spencer.

He will accept the letter of instruction.

No punitive measures.

He continues to run Stargazer but this time, this time

under strict supervision.

You're dreaming.

Yeah, we'll drop the charges

but the admiral resigns and gives up his star.

Harm, you can't do better than that.

Yes, I can.

I can win.

LINSENMEYER: As director of naval intelligence,

I promulgated the rules for all human-use experiments.

And Admiral Spencer

reported to you, sir?

He directed Operation Stargazer under my supervision,

at least in theory.

MacKENZIE: Meaning what, Admiral?

LINSENMEYER: I issued orders

to engage in operations only with volunteers

who had passed rigorous mental and physical exams,

including drug screening.

Why the strict controls, Admiral?

40 years ago, we learned the dangers

of human-use experiments with LSD

and truth serum.

We don't want to repeat thatagain.

Did Admiral Spencer follow your orders?

He did not.

He grabbed members of his staff at random

like a pickup softball game.

That's what he did with Lieutenant McGrane,

pushing him through operations

before the drug screens came back from the lab.

It cost the man his life.

Your witness.

You don't believe in the paranormal, do you, Admiral?

Objection. Irrelevant.

It's relevant to bias, ma'am.

Overruled.

You may answer the question, Admiral.

I don't exclude the possibility of psychic phenomena.

Then you have an open mind, sir?

Yes, I do, Commander,

but as my grandpappy used to say

if you're too open-minded, your brains will fall out.

Admiral, was there much competition

amongst your staff to head up the Psychic Warrior Program?

Hardly.

Harrison Spencer was the only flag officer

who'd even touch it.

In fact, sir, wouldn't you say

that directing Stargazer was a career move

equivalent to running your cruiser aground

at the Statue of Liberty?

All I know is congress authorized the money

and I needed someone to run that program.

Or to fail, sir, so you could scrap it?

Objection. Argumentative.

This iscross-examination.

I'll allow it.

Mister, I don't want any of my officers to fail.

But frankly, we could put the money to better use

in electronic intelligence or human intelligence.

Admiral, are you familiar with the Stargazer research reports?

Yes, or course.

Then, sir, you're aware

that some volunteers were able to guess

whether a card would be an ace, a deuce, a heart or a diamond

substantially higher than the odds of mere chance?

Oh, they were good at parlor games, card tricks,

but unless we're playing gin rummy with our enemies,

what good will it do us?

Admiral Spencer sent experimenters into the field

and some viewers in the lab

were able to see where they went, sir--

like the Washington Monument.

Isn't that correct?

Yes, it's happened.

Then you would agree

Admiral, there is evidence to suggest the existence

of telepathy, precognition and other psychic phenomena?

Perhaps...

but how do we use it?

When General Dozier was kidnapped

by the Red Brigade,

we got tips from a hundred psychics

all over the world.

A single psychic, one of ours

saw where the general was actually being held.

Now that's one in a hundred.

When you've got a Navy SEAL team ready to break down doors,

how do you know which one to listen to?

Well, isn't that what Admiral Spencer

was trying to find out, sir?

Lieutenant Bouchard, what is Admiral Spencer's nickname

among members of his staff?

I don't know about the others, ma'am, but I call him "sir."

Well, I'm sure you do,

but, uh, when no one else is present

what is the admiral called?

Oh, come now, Lieutenant. Nicknames are common in the military.

"31-knot" Burke. "Bull" Halsey. "Chesty" Puller.

What's Admiral Spencer's?

Admiral Spoonbender, ma'am.

[ tittering]

Well, why is that, Lieutenant?

Um... Admiral Spencer would invite us

to his house for barbecues.

He would pass out spoons and ask us to bend them

with mind power.

Did your spoon ever bend?

Only when my mind told my hand to bend it, ma'am.

So, what other kinds of things went on at these barbecues?

Um... firewalking, ma'am.

One time after the admiral was done cooking the burgers,

he overturned the grill

and he brought out a guy who he said could

teach us how to walk barefoot across the hot coals.

He said if we kept yelling

"It's cold, it's cold"

it would be like walking on snow.

Was it like walking on snow, Lieutenant?

More like a footpath in Hell, ma'am.

Your witness.

Lieutenant, did you refer to Admiral Spencer

as Admiral Spoonbender?

Uh... maybe, once or twice, sir.

Lieutenant, are you familiar with Article 89 under the UCMJ

which makes it a crime to show disrespect

to a superior officer?

Uh... well, I-I never

meant any disrespect to the admiral.

It was... kind of all in good fun.

Well, isn't that what Admiral Spencer intended, Lieutenant?

Si-sir? I don't...?

The firewalking, the spoonbending.

Weren't they meant as good fun?

Just activities to help the admiral's staff

bond outside of the office?

[ stammering]

I-I-I suppose so. Sir.

Lieutenant, is it fair to say that you were

Lieutenant McGrane's best friend?

Yes, sir.

Were you aware that the lieutenant

was seeing a psychiatrist and was taking

antidepressant drugs?

Yes, he told me.

Did you advise your best friend

to inform Admiral Spencer of his treatment?

No, I didn't.

Did youinform the admiral

of your friend's condition?

No, sir.

Well, isn't it likely, Lieutenant,

had you taken the initiative,

your friend would be alive today?

Objection-- irrelevant

and calls for a conclusion.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Then we are in recess for lunch.

All parties report back here at 1330.

When do I testify?

Well, sir, I'm putting you on the stand last

so your words echo in the members' ears

while they deliberate.

Fine. Then I can prove

not only the existence of psychic phenomena

but that we can harness the power

for strategic use.

Admiral...

sir, our defense is that you were doing important work

that may bear fruit one day.

That you can not be legally responsible for an accident

beyond your control.

Let us not confuse the issue, sir,

by, uh, pulling tarot cards out from behind the judge's ears.

Wouldn't it help our case if I gave a demonstration?

Of what, sir?

My own psychic powers.

Uh, with all due respect, sir-- no.

Uh... we'll wait in here

Admiral.

Colonel, you have an urgent call.

Who is it, Gunny?

Someone named Martha Anderson.

She said she's Chloe's grandmother.

Martha, what is it?

Oh, Sarah, thank god you're there.

Chloe went out riding

and Scout came back without her.

GALINDEZ: Ma'am, I talked to the county sheriff.

They have a search party out for Chloe.

Plus the state police kicked in some bloodhounds,

but it's pretty rugged country.

There's no trace of her yet.

If you hear anything, Gunny, I want you to come get me,

I don't care if I'm in the middle a closing argument.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and the sheriff faxed me this.

They're circulating these in three counties.

Thanks, Gunny.

Yes, ma'am.

Mac.

Hey, I just heard.

Look, if you want to seek a continuance,

I'm not going to object.

No, I don't know what else I could do up there,

besides even worry more.

When we get a verdict,

I'll catch the first flight, but... thanks.

May I see that, Colonel?

You know, I have some experience

using remote viewing to locate missing persons.

Please, sir, don't even think about it.

Well, that's all that I was going to do--

think about it.

MAN: There's always an element

of wishful thinking when it comes to psychic testing.

Studies have shown that where the testers

believe in the paranormal, that they get better results.

But how to you account for that, Professor?

Well, in poker, we'd call it a tell.

It's an unintentional clue.

Some word or gesture that tips off the subject.

Professor Pilkington,

have you had a chance to review

the scientific findings

of Operation Stargazer?

We'll, I'm not so sure

that I would dignify the work by calling it scientific.

But, yes, I've had a chance to look at the report.

Well, do you have an opinion

as to their accuracy?

PILKINGTON: No.

Without verifying the controls

under which the tests are conducted,

it's impossible.

No scientist could accept it.

So, the scientists who wrote glowing reviews

about Operation Stargazer were wrong?

And what scientists would theybe?

Well, Professor Wiggins from Duke, uh...

Dr. Holmstrom from Helsinki Institute.

PILKINGTON: Wiggins is an agronomist.

Holmstrom is a fraud.

Dr. Holmstrom was nominated for the Nobel Prize.

Well...

anyone can be nominated for anything.

Uh... Your Honor?

May I confer with my co-counsel?

I suggest that you do.

Sit down, Bud.

Yes, ma'am.

No further questions.

You flip, Professor.

I'll call.

Heads.

Heads it is.

One more time, please.

Tails.

Heads. I guess you're not a psychic.

Now what if somebody with the powers of telekinesis were to try?

There's no such thing.

No one can control inanimate objects by mind power.

And yet, several Stargazer volunteers

exceeded numbers far greater than statistical probability.

Well, if you give typewriters to enough monkeys,

they'll eventually compose all the works of Shakespeare.

It wouldn't shock me

if one or two of the subjects

exceeded probability.

If you were to flip this coin a thousand times,

what are the odds it would come up heads 900 times?

-[ calculator beeps] Well, that would be, -uh, one chance in...

One in six times ten to the 162nd power.

That's a number greater than all the grains of sand

on all the beaches of the world.

It simply couldn't happen.

Well, Professor, explain how two Stargazer subjects

were able to exceed 900 out of 1,000 correct calls

when attempting to influence the results.

Well, the only explanation is that their numbers are wrong,

either through intentional fraud

or negligent controls.

Oh, I see, Professor.

Because you refuse to believe in an event

that defies our current scientific understanding,

that event must not have happened?

You're asking me to prove a negative,

that psychic phenomena doesn't exist.

I challenge

Admiral Spencer to prove it does exist

to a scientific certainty.

Is there a supreme being, Professor?

What?

Do you believe in God?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Well, the witness did take an oath

to tell the truth, so help him God.

Although, I suspect Commander Rabb

has other fish to fry.

I'll allow it.

Yes.

I believe in God.

Could you punch up on your calculator

the equation that proves God's existence

to a scientific certainty,

Professor?

I can't do that. I take it on faith.

The greatest paranormal force in the universe,

you take on faith?

Well, somebody had to create the laws of science, Counselor.

Well, maybe he also created

people who could break them, Professor.

Nothing further.

ROBERTS: I'm sorry, ma'am,

I know that I shouldn't allow

my personal feelings to affect my work.

So it won't be necessary to gag you

before going to court tomorrow?

No, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

-GALINDEZ: Thank you. -Anything, Gunny?

Uh, no, ma'am.

But they're doing the best they can.

They added a chopper to the search.

What else?

Well, they're expecting a freeze tonight,

so hypothermia is a danger.

But the sheriff says there are caves in the area,

so she might be able to find shelter.

Chloe's strong and she's smart, so...

she won't give up.

Colonel.

How are things going?

Uh, fine, sir.

We've proved a prima facie case.

I meant Chloe.

I'm monitoring the situation, sir.

Really?

The, uh...

the sheriff is doing everything possible

and, uh...

Hey, Mac.

Even Marines can show emotion,

especially when it's warranted.

[ sighs]

I feel so helpless, sir.

Well, that, Colonel, is the nature of love.

[ sighs]

RABB: Admiral Spencer...

how did you become the director of Operation Stargazer?

The program was an orphan.

No one else at intel would go near it.

Did you have an interest in the paranormal

at the time, sir?

No, not at the time.

I didn't truly understand the significance of the program

until I reviewed the classified files.

I'm going to ask you directly, sir.

Did you disobey Admiral Linsenmeyer's orders

regarding safeguards for remote viewing operations?

No, I did not.

I ordered that all subjects, including Lieutenant McGrane,

undergo mental

and physical exams,

including the drug screening.

If I made a mistake,

it was in believing the lieutenant.

Had I known he had mental problems

and was taking heavy doses of anti-depressants,

I never would have allowed him to go under.

There is nothing--

absolutely nothing-- more important to me

than the welfare of my personnel.

Not even Stargazer, sir?

Not even Stargazer.

Thank you, Admiral.

Nothing further.

Admiral, at the time of the remote viewing operation

that claimed Lieutenant McGrane's life,

were you aware that Congress was considering

whether to continue funding psychic operations?

Yes, I was.

You needed a new star to show off

to the Appropriations Subcommittee, didn't you?

It would have helped the cause, yes.

And that's why you rushed Lieutenant McGrane

into psychic operations, isn't it?

No. No, no, we had...

we had many promising candidates.

Everyone has a certain amount of psychic ability.

And that would include you, sir?

Yes...

to some extent.

Admiral, who's going to win the Superbowl this season?

I don't know.

What about this week's

winning lottery numbers, sir?

Objection, Your Honor.

This case has nothing to do

with the admiral's psychic abilities.

I gave you considerable leeway

with the prosecution witnesses, Commander Rabb.

I'll allow it.

The lottery numbers, sir?

It doesn't work that way, Colonel.

Numbers are particularly difficult to fathom

through telepathy and precognition.

Hmm... pity.

Tell us about firewalking, Admiral.

Did you have your staff prance across coals in your backyard?

I invited them to try.

It was totally voluntary.

Did you also tell them

that it was mind over matter, sir?

That if they thought it was cold,

they wouldn't get burned?

There is an element of biofeedback in firewalking.

Is there, Admiral?

Or is it just that coals are inefficient at conducting heat?

Like when you touch a cake in a 500-degree oven

and your finger doesn't get burned?

Isn't the explanation scientific, and not paranormal?

I don't really know

where science ends and the paranormal begins.

Apparently not.

At these, uh... firewalking events,

did you also

bend spoons with mind power?

Sometimes.

May I borrow this, Your Honor?

It is government property, Counselor.

I doubt it'll be any worse for wear

when we're done with it.

So tell me, Admiral...

can you bend this spoon with mind power?

Objection, Your Honor. This is irrelevant.

As I recall, Commander,

you were in here yesterday flipping coins.

Now, your client

can try and bend this spoon if he wishes

or he can decline.

He declines, ma'am.

Your Honor, I have a right

to get an answer from this witness.

Can you bend this spoon, Admiral?

Yes.

Ma'am, we would like a recess.

No, we wouldn't.

It's my neck on the chopping block.

I'm afraid you're outranked, Commander.

I...

[ spoon clatters]

I can't do it.

Admiral, this morning you told this court

that you could bend a spoon with your mind.

Yes. Yes, I never should have tried.

Can you tell us why you failed, sir?

Well, sometimes psychic phenomena

can be summoned at will, but often not.

And a courtroom is hardly the place

to demonstrate the powers of the subconscious.

Why is that, sir?

Too many stimuli, too many distractions.

But you have succeeded in the past, haven't you, sir?

Yes, I have, and I've remote-viewed

and I have picked the suits of cards

at a rate 30% better

than pure chance.

But I've also failed.

It's the nature of the phenomena.

Now, doesn't this limit the usefulness

of Operation Stargazer, Admiral?

Yes, of course.

But psychic research is still in its infancy.

Given enough time and support,

who knows what we can accomplish?

I deeply regret the death of Lieutenant McGrane,

and I would do anything to turn back the clock.

But I pray that the Navy will not use this terrible accident

to... to destroy all the work that we've done

and close the door on what remains to be done.

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am.

If psychic research is in its infancy, Admiral,

isn't that all the more reason

to avoid potentially dangerous operations in uncharted waters?

At some point, every explorer-- from Columbus to John Glenn--

has to sail uncharted waters.

But you shoved off without a compass, Admiral.

Objection.

Sustained.

Sir, what was it in this courtroom

that kept you from demonstrating your psychic powers?

I'm not really sure, but, uh...

a quiet, meditative place would be better.

So a bunker on a battlefield

or a flight deck on a carrier probably wouldn't

be the best place for a psychic warrior?

Probably not.

But it's not noisy in here,

is it, sir?

Even the buzz of some electric lights

can interfere with brain waves.

Lights?

They seem quiet to me, sir.

Objection. Argumentative.

JUDGE: Sustained.

Questions, Counselor.

Admiral, do you hear things?

See things that the rest of us don't?

Sir?

[ gallery murmuring]

Admiral, are you all right?

Yes, Your Honor.

Uh, question withdrawn.

Nothing further.

JUDGE: You may step down, Admiral.

Commander?

The defense rests, ma'am.

Very well.

Then we're in recess for 30 minutes.

We'll hear closing arguments

when we reconvene.

[ gallery murmuring]

You may step down, Admiral.

We've checked all the caves

in these two areas here...

Colonel.

As you were.

Admiral, it's improper for us to speak

without your lawyer present.

This isn't about the case.

Well, that doesn't matter.

-Under ethical rules... -It's about Chloe.

What about her?

I saw her.

Last night, I tried but couldn't.

Then just now, on the witness stand,

I saw a covered bridge--

an old, old wooden bridge over a dry stream,

with white rocks.

Chloe's under it.

She's cold and tired and hungry.

But she's alive.

You expect me to act on your hallucinations,

sir?

Even if you don't believe it,

please...

tell the people who are looking for her.

I can call the sheriff, ma'am.

It's crazy what people do

when they get desperate, you know?

They turn to quacks and con artists.

What if that takes the searchers away from real leads?

There aren't any leads, ma'am.

They've come to a dead end.

You don't really believe in all this, do you, Gunny?

In our living room at home

my mother has a painting of Santa Teresa de Avila,a mystic

before the Church turned her into a saint.

On Sundays, I pray to the guy that walks on water.

Who knows, Colonel?

Call the sheriff.

Yes, ma'am.

Discipline is the heart of any military organization.

Obedience is its soul.

The most basic principle of the military

is that a lawful order must be obeyed.

We have proved that Admiral Harrison Spencer

violated a lawful order to restrict psychic operations

to personnel who had passed rigorous medical exams.

By disobeying that order,

he recklessly endangered lives.

He committed a culpable act of negligence

that caused the death of Lieutenant Niles McGrane.

RABB: ...which was a tragedy

but would never have occurred

if Lieutenant McGrane had disclosed his medical condition.

So let us not compound that tragedy

by destroying the life of a dedicated senior officer.

The Navy assigned Admiral Spencer

the task of running a program that nobody wanted to touch.

He accepted that job with commitment and enthusiasm.

Now, it doesn't matter if you think that Admiral Spencer

is a brilliant visionary or a naive dreamer.

He is not legally responsible

for the death of Lieutenant McGrane.

Thank you.

What does it mean when they're out this long?

Well, sir, sometimes it's good for the defense.

And... sometimes they're just arguing over what to order for dinner.

GALINDEZ: The sheriff just called, ma'am.

There are four covered bridges in the immediate area.

You told them what I saw?

Two of the bridges are over dry streams.

Did they find her?

They checked all four.

There's no trace of her, Admiral.

Thank you for trying, Gunny.

Yes, ma'am. You can catch a flight out of National

as soon as the verdict's in.

Thank you, Admiral.

I, uh, I know you meant well.

Maybe I just wanted to believe.

Maybe I was wrong about everything.

JUDGE: The defense shall rise.

You may publish the findings.

Admiral Harrison Spencer...

on the specification of involuntary manslaughter

this court-martial finds you not guilty.

On the specifications of dereliction of duty

and failure to obey the order

to restrict psychic operations to personnel

who pass rigorous medical examinations

this court-martial finds you guilty.

JUDGE: Commander, I assume you wish

to present evidence of extenuation and mitigation.

Yes, ma'am.

Then we stand in recess until sentencing at 0900 Monday.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen, we may be experiencing some turbulence.

The captain has requested that you return to your seats

and keep your seat-belts securely fastened.

[ thunder rumbling]

WOMAN [ over P.A.]: Flight 186 from Cincinnati

now arriving at Gate 3-B.

Flight 186 from Cincinnati is now arriving at Gate 3-B.

[ loud thunderclap]

[ loud thunderclap]

MARTHA: Oh, thank you, Sarah, for coming.

MacKENZIE: Any news, Martha?

No, but they're going to be searching

through the night.

I've been so worried.

Me, too.

But I feel better just seeing you here.

MacKENZIE: God, I hate to think of her out on a night like this.

MARTHA: I know, Sarah, but we'll just have to pray she's all right.

MARTHA: Oh, no.

Oh...

It's too big to move.

[ loud thunderclap]

I'll back it up.

We'll have to take Highway 16.

No.

What?

The searchers looked here?

At least twice.

I've seen this place.

What are you doing?

Did Chloe ride here?

Sometimes on an old logging trial.

But the searchers looked.

Chloe?

Chloe?

Chloe?

CHLOE: Here!

Oh, Chloe.

Oh...!

Grandma.

Are you all right, child?

Oh... [ sobbing]

I feel like such a dweeb.

Scout threw me, and I sprained my ankle

and he just left me there.

It was so dark and there was

some weird noises coming out of the woods,

and I was so scared,

and I thought a bear was going to eat me, so I went into a cave,

and it was so cold that I couldn't sleep, and...

and I'm dying for a pizza.

[ Martha laughs] Oh...

But you're okay?

I was really scared.

Oh, baby.

MARTHA: Come on, pumpkin. Come on.

What do you say we go get that pizza, huh?

[ giggling]

[ chuckling]

Double anchovies?

[ laughing]: Yeah...

Watch your step.

RABB: Mac!

I heard they found Chloe-- great news.

Thanks, Harm.

Congratulations, Colonel.

Thank you, Admiral.

This is my list of, uh, witnesses

for the admiral's sentencing hearing.

They'll all attest to his long...

Not necessary.

I'm going to recommend

that the admiral be spared confinement

and be permitted to retire at full rank.

Thank you, Colonel.

Youfound her.

You had a vision.

What did you see, ma'am?

So, who's going to win the Superbowl, Mac?

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