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We're ready to go to shore, Skipper.

You sure about that?

You boys are going to miss Navy grub.

We're marines. We eat sand.

Launch them.

Aye, aye, sir.

Bridge, TAO.

R.P.V. Target aircraft has been launched.

Request batteries released.

Permission granted. Release batteries.

Release batteries.

Release batteries, aye.

Sir, we have a problem.

Bridge, TAO.

We have an apparent circuit card casualty

to our remote control panel.

Local control panel will take over.

Should we have the aircraft go around again?

H-hour plus three.

Negative. Tell local control panel: release batteries.

TAO: LCP, take control. Release batteries.

Wow.

Release batteries, aye, sir.

I have recommend fire, sir.

Then do it, Roberts.

-Cease fire! -Cease fire!

Cease fire. Aye, sir.

What happened?

[ theme song playing]

ROBERTS: I cannot tell you how honored

I am...

HARRIET: That makes him sound inarticulate--

like why can't he tell them?

"It is with great humility I accept

this honor that... "

HARRIET: Wimpy.

Admiral Chegwidden is not wimpy.

HARRIET: Then maybe he should be writing his own speeches.

Is there something the matter, dear?

This dress makes me look so fat.

Honey, you're pregnant.

You're supposed to look fat.

How fat am I supposed to look, Bud?

Like a station wagon? Like a blimp?

Like Mount Washington? What?

Why don't you just buy a new dress?

'Cause it'd be a waste of money

unless we're invited to accompany the guest of honor

to the Surface Warfare Ball every time I'm pregnant,

which I guarantee you I will never be again.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Yes, this is Lieutenant Roberts.

That's right.

What happened?

-HARRIET: What is it? -When?

Were there any casualties?

Just a second. What is it?

It's my little brother.

He almost killed 15 marines.

ROBERTS: His ship is taking part in an amphibious landing exercise

off the Florida panhandle, sir.

Oh, the one that local environmentalists are

launching rowboats to interfere with our operations?

Yes, sir, and flying kites, too.

Mikey's on the Wake Island.

He's a fire controlman on the CIWS gun.

I thought he was training to be a radar operator.

He changed his mind.

He gets to use radar as a fire controlman

and he gets to fire a gun

that shoots 6,000 rounds a minute.

I suppose that sounds like more fun.

Unless you're one of the marines in the Amtrac

that nearly got hit, sir.

That was yourbrother's fault?

They haven't started an investigation yet,

but they're blaming him.

I'd like permission to go out there, sir.

Lieutenant, you can't investigate a case

involving your own brother.

I know, sir, but I can defend him

if it goes to a court-martial

and I can start preparing it, just in case.

Sir, I've already finished the brief

on the Hernandez appeal, and Lieutenant Singer

can take care of the pretrial motions on Curtis.

Roberts, I have to give that damn speech in three days.

I'll be back in time, sir.

Take your laptop.

PILOT: Tower, Nighthawk 0-4 reporting final.

TOWER: 0-4,

you are clear to land on spot five.

PILOT: Roger that. Spot five.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,sir. Right this way.

He's right through here, sir.

Thank you.

Bud!

Lieutenant.

Just Bud. At ease.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to help you if I can.

They say I messed up the no-engage sectors, Bud, but I didn't.

Maybe I did.

Mikey, they haven't even done an investigation yet.

Why are you in the brig?

I told the X.O. I didn't do anything wrong.

A little too loud, I guess.

Captain's Mast-- he gave me bread and water, three days.

Dad was right about me.

I can't do anything right.

Mikey, that's not true.

Besides, I wouldn't believe what Dad said about anybody.

You got away from him.

You were smart enough, Bud.

You are, too.

I nearly killed those marines.

It was my gun.

It was my responsibility.

We don't know that yet.

I made Petty Officer third class, Bud.

I didn't tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise.

The Captain busted me back down to Seaman.

I'll probably go all the way to Apprentice.

I'll just do my time and I'll do the Navy a favor

and I'll leave.

So, are you taking Renee?

Yeah. She canceled her trip to Hollywood.

Says she can hobnob with movie stars any time

but something called "Surface Warfare Ball"

is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

-How about you? -Ah, I'm going stag.

When you're dating someone 10,000 miles away...

If you'd like, ma'am, I could ask my date if he has a friend.

He's a Lieutenant Commander assigned to the Joint Chiefs.

Hmm, you ought

to take her up on that, Mac.

You get an escort and help your career at the same time.

Stag will be fine

but thanks.

Yes, ma'am. Let me know if you change your mind.

You could have insulted her.

That crack about helping my career.

No, ma'am, he couldn't.

It's a big Navy-- we all need to be practical.

SAILOR: Your brother's a great guy, sir.

He's really training me great.

Thank you, Seaman.

You were there when it happened?

Yes, sir.

We were shooting at a self-propelled drone,

practicing knocking down incoming missiles.

It was really cool, sir.

I guess it was up to a point.

I saw your brother dial in the no-engage sectors

just like he was supposed to.

Now, what exactly are those, Seaman?

They block the gun from firing

in a certain direction, sir.

Like the direction the marines were in?

WATSON: That's right, sir.

People were pretty upset after the mishap.

The marines were looking for a scalp.

So, my brother's a scapegoat?

I don't know about that, sir.

He wasfiring the weapon.

Well, do you think he screwed up?

I checked his panel after the mishap, sir,

and the no-engage sector was set right:

from 170 to 210

relative to the orientation of the ship.

That's where the marine Amtracs were supposed to be.

So it wasn't his fault?

Sir, maybe he realized he messed up

then reset the sector before I got to it.

Or it was a mechanical problem.

I can't find one, sir.

And we have stripped that gun

clear down to the deck.

You say that the Amtrac

was supposed to be in the no-engage sector.

What if it wasn't?

Then, Lieutenant,

you're going to have to tell it to the marines.

SHEETS: We were heading toward shore, sir,

getting pushed around pretty good by the current

and I looked out the window,

saw rounds hitting the water.

Now, you were steering, Lance Corporal?

Yes, sir, I was the driver.

I thought this was already settled, sir.

It was that sailor.

I spoke with the wave guide officer.

He said that he had to correct your course.

Yes, sir.

We were romeo romeo--

too far to the right--

but I did correct it.

How do you know that, Lance Corporal?

The Amtrac doesn't have radar, does it?

No, sir. We generally orient ourselves

to a point on shore, like a big tree.

You were two miles out.

Could you even see a tree?

No, sir, it was kind of hazy.

How do you know you weren't off course?

'Cause I was with the other Amtracs, sir.

How do you know that theyweren't off course?

At ease.

Lieutenant, is this a safety investigation?

No, sir.

A JAGman investigation?

No, sir. Actually, it's unofficial.

Well, don't they give you enough official work

in the JAG corps to keep you busy?

Yes, sir. It's just...

my brother is Seaman Mike Roberts, sir.

The sailor that almost killed Lance Corporal Sheets here.

Maybe, sir. That's what I'm trying to find out.

Dismissed, Marine.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now, what would Lance Corporal Sheets know about this?

He might know whether his Amtrac was in the correct position.

I spoke with the wave guide officer

who said that they had to correct their course...

Did he? You're not trying

to weasel your brother out of trouble

by blaming the men that he endangered, are you?

I'm just trying to establish if there might have been

a contributing factor to the mishap.

There wasn't, and this unofficial

investigation is over, Lieutenant.

Sir, if there's anything to discover,

it's best that it

come out sooner rather than later.

Are you accusing me of a cover-up, Lieutenant?

It's in everyone's interest to find out what happened, sir.

You didn't answer my question, son.

Well, sir, you are being less than fully cooperative.

Am I?

CHEGWIDDEN: Dr. Walden has this idea that we should meet

before the ball and go in together.

Oh, that'd be a good idea, sir.

Be like a military escort for you.

"Military escort"? No, no.

She wants a chance to talk with my "friends."

Are we friends here?

Well, I'd like to think so, sir.

I don't think friends call each other "sir."

Well, adding a woman to your life

certainly raises new questions

doesn't it, Admiral?

Hmm... a couple of guys talking about women.

You think that's what she had in mind?

[both chuckle]

[intercom buzzes]

TINER: Sir, the Wake Island's X.O. is on line one.

Chegwidden.

That's right. What about him?

What?

[ sighs]

All right. Thanks for letting me know.

Is there a problem, sir?

Lieutenant Roberts apparently got a little over-enthusiastic

in his brother's defense.

Did you bring any cold cuts?

TOWER: Forty-six recovery complete.

Clear deck for fixed wing launch.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,Colonel.

They're waiting for you in the brig.

Lead the way.

MacKENZIE: Thank you.

So, what are you boys in for?

Disrespectful conduct, ma'am.

At ease.

Sit down, Mikey.

Technically, I'm not confined, ma'am.

Oh, so these bars are theoretical?

The marine commander felt I was conducting

my investigation of the mishap in the wrong place.

He suggested that I question my brother instead

for 24 hours.

And what has he told you?

Not a lot, ma'am.

He's pretty down on himself.

Gee, I wonder why.

Why do you always have to go

straight for the wisecracks, Mikey?

Why not? I shouldn't have been a fire controlman--

I should have been a Navy court jester.

It's our father, ma'am.

If he wasn't hitting Mikey, he was putting him down.

No, maybe he just knew a loser when he saw one.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

I'm okay, ma'am.

I get out of here in a few hours, anyways.

Well, maybe we can bust you out too, Lieutenant.

We need to clear him, ma'am. You're a marine.

You can break through their wall of silence.

You're a marine.

You can break through this Navy crap.

They nearly kill our men, then smear them with the blame.

Colonel, I know Lieutenant Roberts.

I'm sure he wasn't trying to smear anybody.

It's always a delicate balance

on an amphibious ship, Colonel,

when you get a thousand sailors running taxi service

for a thousand marines.

I suppose there must be a little tension.

The drinking fountains got turned off yesterday

which teed off the sailors

because my marines are taking too many showers.

They're taking showers

'cause they're stacked three-deep on the lower decks

where the rolling makes them puke.

So, yes, you get a little tension.

Plus, we're getting pressure from Washington

to make this exercise work

with a few... special problems.

Like the protesters?

For one.

And they want us to file

an environmental impact statement.

What are we supposed to say--

"heavy artillery shells

make the daisies bloom?"

Then there's other problems.

This is a new range for all of us.

So mistakes are bound to be made.

Yes, and one was made on their side of the fence.

Colonel, if Seaman Roberts did anything wrong,

he willbe punished.

He's already in the brig with his brother.

I was just trying to make a point with the Lieutenant.

He's free to walk out anytime.

That's what I told him, sir.

What else are you going to get into, Colonel?

Not this ridiculous investigation

as to whether an Amtrac was a few yards off course.

No rounds were supposed to land

within a mile of us.

Well, in that case, sir,

I guess I'll start with the Navy.

CHEGWIDDEN: It is with great humility I accept the honor

you have seen fit...

It makes me sound like a wimp!

Do you think so, sir?

This-this is all he wrote before he left?

Yes, sir.

Has he e-mailed anything?

There's no data line in the brig, sir.

[sighing]

When he gets home, Lieutenant, you tell him I want a rewrite.

-Yes, sir. -Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, I've taken over

the Curtis case

while Lieutenant Roberts is doing...

whatever it is that he's doing.

I heard.

I've got a search and seizure issue

since the drugs were seized by Albanian police

without probable cause.

I don't think the Albanian police are bound

by Fourth Amendment rights, Lieutenant.

No. There's a gross and brutal

maltreatment exception.

I thought you might have some advice.

Lunch break! Abandon ship!

Oh, am I interrupting?

No, ma'am.

If you have some time later, sir?

I'd really appreciate it.

I'm sure she would.

Would what?

[BREATHY]: "Appreciate it."

Oh, I've seen this play before.

It's called "The Actress and the Director."

She's not an actress, Renee.

She's planning on becoming the first female JAG.

With your help.

Will she make you "vice-JAG"?

Try to get along, all right?

We have to socialize together over drinks before the ball.

If I live that long...

[gasping]: Do you think she knows where I live?

Where do you want to go to lunch?

Well, there's that new Japanese-Norwegian

fusion place in southeast D.C.

What are they going to serve-- raw reindeer meat?

Yeah, maybe.

Sir... ma'am.

Oh, a pregnancy uniform-- that was thoughtful of the Navy.

Yes, ma'am, and I may be wearing it to the ball.

Well, that's ridiculous.

All my other dresses are too snug now.

Look, the costumer on one of my music videos

used to costume Madonna and she's been pregnant.

Oh, I'm sure I couldn't afford that.

Afford? Things fall off the costume truck

all the time.

MIKEY: How about a second helping?

And some gravy on those mashed potatoes, please.

Want any bread with that?

No, no...

I got it in key west.

You think Jennifer'll like it?

You still buying presents for that girl?

That must have been some leave, man.

She was a great girl, Mikey.

And I'm sure she did some great things, Harold.

Hey, where's our lemon meringue pie?

COOK: All out.

They have pie.

Yeah, because the people in that line only take one piece each.

I'll take some of theirs, then.

COOK: Look, we split it equally at the start of each meal.

You want dessert? We got lemon Jell-O.

Come on, man, you heard the colonel.

Damn squids.

Hey, Roberts, you should have aimed a little higher.

Zodiac off the port quarter, Captain. 800 yards.

It's the protesters again.

Put a boat in and warn them away.

-Aye, aye, sir. -Good afternoon, sir.

Trouble?

Politics-- so, yes.

Lieutenant, I understand you had an extended visit to our brig.

Yes, sir. It's an excellent brig, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Captain, Lieutenant Roberts has taken

his informal investigation into the marine role

in the mishap as far as he could.

Actually, a little bit further, I gather.

I'm not prejudging the matter,

but it appears his brother has

some serious dereliction of duty to answer for.

I think it's still too early to come to that conclusion, sir.

But if the marines are off the hook...

Well, sir, the FC-One checked Seaman Roberts'

no-engage settings and they were correct.

When they were inspected after the mishap.

Weren't they supposed to be checked

before the gun was fired, sir?

We were planning on operating the system from C.I.C.

But the remote panel malfunctioned.

In a case like that, isn't it customary

to send the target around while the local panel's

settings are confirmed?

Colonel Pergament had a strong desire to proceed.

I command the ship.

He commands the joint operation.

You gave the order, sir.

Are you blaming me?

Are you blaming him, sir?

SECNAV: What the hell is going on on theWake Island?

I don't know, sir.

Apparently, Lieutenant Roberts' younger brother

made some mistake programming a weapon.

And started World War III

between the Navy and the Marine Corps?

Well, sir, they've been calling each other

jarheads and squids since the Civil War.

There's something more at stake here, A.J.

This is the first joint live-fire exercise

since the problems at Vieques.

Oh, right, when the civilian was killed by the stray bomb.

I saw the Puerto Rican governor on 60 minutes.

He suggested Martha's Vineyard

as an alternative site for live-fire training.

Well, at least he's been able to keep his sense of humor.

Since the trouble at Vieques, we've had to cobble together

piecemeal exercises in Florida North Carolina, Scotland...

and no combined operations.

I know that hurts.

We are sending our people

into combat zones without the training they need.

This new Florida site might be an alternative

to the A.K.s if the local

environmentalists don't stop us

and the Navy and the Marine Corps

don't stop each other.

I imagine the commanders involved

are too mature for that, sir.

I want him off this ship.

Colonel, you have every right

to keep him away from your marines.

-You want him to stay? -I'm sure we all want

a full and fair investigation.

Then I'm a little disturbed at how far afield you're going.

Are you saying she's the problem?

Colonel, Captain, I'm sure...

There's a chain of command for handling these things.

A proper chain would show respect

for the men who were shot at.

-Sir, I never... -And for ship's authority.

Are things hitting too close to home, Skipper?

If you would only make your people available...

This conversation...

Is over.

Quickstrike Five, we have a target for you.

Bunker grid 1-7 lima. Over.

Roger, this is Quickstrike. We're on it.

PILOT: Tower, Hawkeye 0-7 reporting final.

TOWER: 0-7, you are clear to land on spot three.

PILOT: Roger that. Spot three.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,Commander.

HARM: Well, at least I'm not looking at the two of you through bars.

I'm sorry you had to come out here to sort this out, sir.

How's the admiral?

You know, he seemed actually more concerned

about the status of his speech.

I tried to get to it

after I got out of the brig, sir.

But I've been a little distracted.

My brother's in real trouble.

As I understand it,

your brother messed up the settings of a gun

that fires 6,000 rounds a minute,

and it almost sank an amphibious-tracked vehicle

-with 15 marines on board. -That's just it, sir.

There's no evidence that he messed up the setting.

A fire controlman apprentice

that he was training

saw him set it correctly.

His lead petty officer inspected it after the mishap

and found that it wasset correctly.

The skipper authorized the firing

without taking the time to double-check the equipment,

which is normally S.O.P.

I think he was a little intimidated

by the marine commander.

That, Colonel, may be the reason we're in trouble here.

We're in trouble here

because the skipper didn't order the target drone

to go around again when the first panel went down.

So the first panel malfunctioned,

the second panel is set correctly,

but still misfires.

Am I the only one who sees a pattern here?

[phone rings]

Hello, this is Lieutenant Roberts.

- Ship-to-shore, sir. -Mm-hmm, go ahead.

- Hey, sweetie, it's me. -Harriet!

Hi!

I'm with Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie.

Oh!

Harriet spoke to Miss Petersen

who says that you should rush right home and...

I'll, uh...

I'll have to tell you later, sir.

And, Bud, Renee has this friend of hers

that works on music videos--

you remember that Madonna song?

"Pregnant Slut" or something like that?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Anyway, she got the dress

Madonna wore; it is so great.

Harriet, I don't know if we can afford...

No, no, it's free. It's totally free.

It sort of just fell off the wardrobe truck.

Harriet, you cannot wear a dress stolen from Madonna.

We taught him good, didn't we?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Turner, report to the flight deck.

Lieutenant Turner, report to the flight deck.

So, Admiral Chegwidden apologizes

for any improper intrusion by members of his staff.

I've spoken to both of them.

I've also been asking questions about the mishap.

-You, too? -Yes, sir, it seems

there's been a series of mishaps.

First, the remote control CIWS panel abruptly malfunctions

and then the local control panel malfunctioned.

Captain, has anything else gone wrong aboard ship

during the exercise?

A 33,000-ton ship with 36 aircraft

and 2,500 men aboard?

Yes, a few things have gone wrong.

Such as?

Some minor radar problems.

One of the elevators was out for a few hours.

I'm sure you'll find a leaky toilet somewhere.

No doubt in the marine head.

Colonel... Captain...

don't you think it would be prudent

to find out exactly what has happened here

before continuing with this exercise?

Why?

Sir, you nearly lost 15 men.

Human error.

-Maybe. -Commander...

if we don't train our people for combat

with live ammunition, the next time

they do this for real some of them will die

who don't have to die.

And you want us to stop because of "maybe this or maybe that"?

Colonel, I'm well aware...

I'm not sure what JAG is aware of

and we may be having problems with the Navy,

but at least I'm dealing with line officers

who understand the realities of what we're doing here!

I have never seen an indication

that staff core officers have a clue.

Good day, Captain.

Good day, Colonel.

Well, I guess you're off his Christmas card list, too.

[bosun's whistle blows]

Captain Lyle, your presence is requested on the bridge.

I say again: Captain Lyle, to the bridge.

MAN: Sir, that protest boat's

inside our security perimeter.

Then let's get it the hell out of our security perimeter.

This is the captain of the USS Wake Island.

Remove yourselves from the vicinity.

You are interfering with Navy operations.

Remove yourselves

from the vicinity now!

It's still coming, sir.

Come right ten degrees. Aye, aye, sir.

Come right. Steer course

105.

MAN: Coming right 105, aye.

Still heading towards us, sir.

If they're trying to ram us,

they aren't very good at physics, are they?

They're looking for an incident

that'll make headlines, Captain.

CAPTAIN: Sound collision alarm.

I can't see 'em!

Sir, forward watch reports collision.

People in the water.

[alarm blaring]

Tiner?Sir.

You heard from anybody?

Not lately, sir.

What in God's name

are they doing down there?

I don't know, sir.

All right, pretend you two are surface warfare officers.

Yes, sir.Not a problem, sir.

How would you feel about an officer

who joined your branch of the service late

and left it early?

Sir, they feel good enough about you

to be giving you an award.

You should be honored.

Deputy C.N.O. turned down the honor.

Had a prior commitment in Italy.

Probably had a golf tournament.

I'm sure they're better off with you, sir.

Have either of you ever written a speech?

Where are my friends?

They're in the sickbay.

They're still being checked out.

You have no jurisdiction over us.

I'm not here to prosecute.

I just came to talk.

How about over sherry in the officer's club?

This is a little grim, don't you think?

I guess you figure we should let you out,

wander about the ship, smashing things, huh?

You worried I might break one of your guns?

Do you know what you people are doing

to the national forest?

Look, it's over 650,000 acres.

We're using less than one percent of it.

There's an elementary school

eight miles from where your bombs come in.

There's a colony of endangered salt-water plovers

right next to the beach the marines land on.

I'm sure everybody would be happy

if we could conduct these exercises

on the moon, Miss Duke.

Unfortunately, there is a price to freedom.

There's got to be a better place.

That's what the Puerto Ricans said.

Maybe you want to have this conversation with them?

I want a lawyer.

And a reporter and a photographer?

"Navy ship sinks protest boat."

Why didn't you bring the press with you anyway?

They'll hear about it.

It's poor planning on your part, and a rubber Zodiac?

Not even a nice wooden boat to break up.

Makes a better picture.

We ended up in the water.

Yeah, you jumped in the water.

This whole thing has been improvised, hasn't it?

Last minute. Last ditch.

You didn't make a better plan,

because you didn't feel you needed a better plan.

You one of those Navy mind readers?

You thought these exercises

would already be canceled, didn't you?

You mean because of that incident with the gun?

Petty Officer Roberts?

How'd you know about that?

I asked for a lawyer and you didn't get me one,

so nothing I say now can be used against me.

If you say so.

You can check with a lawyer.

I'll be sure to do that.

You're not saying anything,

Ms. Duke.

A friend of ours hacked into your computer.

He said you have a mile-wide entry

through your e-mail portals.

So this problem we had with the gun?

That was us.

[whistling "Marine Corps Hymn"]

TINER: It's not a problem at all.

I'm serious. Yeah.

If you want me to, I will. I will.

Things are kind of slow, honey.

-I can probably meet you at 5:00. -Tiner!

Uh, very good, sir. I'll get right on it.

You get promoted while I was in the head?

Just keeping the admiral's things in order, Gunny.

Dr. Walden's on line three.

She asked to speak to you.

Petty Officer Tiner.

He should be back in 24 hours, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, I will.

Skyhawk Seven, this is Tiger Five.

What's going on down there?

Tiger Five, looks like they've popped the red smoke.

This exercise is history.

Copy that.

Well deck is flooded.

Prepare to recover incoming Amtracs.

Clear flight deck

of all nonessential personnel and equipment.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,Admiral.

Right this way

CHEGWIDDEN: Is the SECNAV here?

OFFICER: Yes, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: Who's in the helo behind me?

OFFICER: We don't know, sir. Top secret.

RABB: Webb, what are you doing here?

I didn't know you'd come aboard.

That's the way we like it.

All right, I just want to make sure

I understand what's going on here.

A petty officer third class

misfired a CIWS gun at some marines,

which prompted his brother to come out here

and take a different kind of shot at the marines,

which led to Colonel MacKenzie coming out and taking a crack

at the Navy,

which led to Commander Rabb's

coming out here to calm things down.

And as long as he was already here

he decided to make a recommendation

that all the ships and planes and marines

and sailors embarked on this very important exercise

stand down and go home.

Did I miss anything?

Sir, we received a credible claim

from one of the protest leaders

that they'd hacked into the ship's computer system

and caused the CIWS mishap.

Which means that my brother didn't do anything wrong.

At this point, if I may, sir,

I don't give a damn whether his brother

did anything wrong or not.

I've got a battalion of marines

headed for the Middle East

that need to continue their training

before they go.

The Pentagon sympathizes with your position, Colonel.

It wants this exercise to proceed.

Is that because of military necessity or politics?

The White House agreed

to suspend live-fire training on Vieques

and it's taken flak for it.

If this new range works out, they're off the hook.

If not...

Just wondering.

LYLE: Sir, I'm responsible for the safety of this ship.

I endorse a stand-down

while we investigate the protesters' claim.

Then they win.

If the ship blows up, they really win.

Commander Rabb

has done us all an enormous service

by uncovering the situation.

Unless she lied.

Who lied?

RABB: The protesters.

Their goal is to make us go away.

Tampering with the ship's computer system will do that.

So will making us think

they've tampered with the ship's computer system.

She knew about the CIWS mishap.

She knew Seaman Robert's name.

So they tapped into the ship's computer, or they have a spy.

MAN: Speaking of which, Mr. Webb...

what exactly is the CIA's interest here?

You people are in Florida

because Puerto Rico doesn't want your war games there.

If this exercise doesn't work,

you're going to want to go back to Puerto Rico,

which is going to make the Puerto Ricans unhappy,

which would make the Cubans very happy.

You think this is a Cuban plot?

I'm saying we want to find out.

My brother is not a Cuban spy.

I didn't say he was.

Why don't we have Seaman Roberts

walk us through his procedures

prior to the firing of the gun?

Why?

Well, sir, he claims he did everything correctly

before firing the gun.

If he's right, then these sabotage claims could be true.

But if he made a mistake,

we can rule out sabotage

and the exercise can proceed.

So we have to hope one of my men made a bad mistake

and is either too dumb to realize it

or is lying about it.

A couple of you could scoot right in here.

Excuse me, sir.

Just walk us through everything you did

on the day of the mishap, Seaman Roberts.

I was sitting here, sir,

and about an hour before the target drill was due

I got an order relayed from the Captain, sir,

to set no-engage sectors.

The gun's already set so it won't blow up the bridge or anything.

The system's hard-stopped so we don't shoot ourselves.

Yes, sir. That day we were worried about the marines.

We knew they'd be coming out of the stern

so I set a no-engage sector

between 170 and 210, sir.

You sure you entered relative bearing, not true?

Yes, sir. I even had my Apprentice Seaman Schofield

double-check me, and that's the way it was set

when it was checked after the mishap.

Seaman Roberts, have you been approached

by any Latin Americans in the last few months?

MIKEY: Sir?

Who was in the room with you

around the time of the firing, Roberts?

Just some designated strikers, sir,

standing by to clean and reload the gun

and Seaman Schofield.

Did you leave here at all at any time

between setting the no-engage sectors

and when the drone showed up?

To the head for five minutes, sir.

But well in advance of the drone's arrival.

Did you leave the room

after the firing and before your panel

was checked by the FC-one?

I ran outside when they cried "cease fire," ma'am.

I just wanted to see if anybody was hurt.

But I locked off access to the panel

both times that I left

and no one even knew how to work it...

except Seaman Schofield.

You staying in touch with your friends

back home, Seaman Schofield?

As you were.

E-mail.

You live around here, don't you?

About 12 miles in that direction, huh?

Yes, sir.

Harris City, Florida.

Just a little place.

I understand you met a girl on your last liberty.

Sir?

Your friend Mikey says

you've been talking about her a lot

and buying her presents and...

She from your hometown?

I knew her from high school, sir.

Haven't seen her for a while.

She keeping herself busy in the meantime?

She works for an insurance office, sir.

Hmm.

She have any hobbies?

Special interests?

Sir?

She interested in the environment?

Or the national forest?

She got you fired up

about her interests, Seaman Schofield?

If she's one of the protesters,

we're going to find out.

Sir, there are plenty of other places

the Navy can hold war games--

North Carolina, Scotland.

I read an article in the Navy Times

about an island in Italy.

I grew up hiking in that forest, sir.

We went skinny-dipping in a pond just at the edge of the range.

Somebody might have been killed, Seaman Schofield,

you messing with that gun.

No, sir.

I set it to shoot close to the marines, not at them.

The marines were off course.

Sir, I know how

to set the sectors.

Mikey taught me, sir.

He made a full statement.

He said it was all his idea.

He was just trying to impress a girl.

Aren't we all?

Not all.

Seaman Roberts, you can put your petty officer's crow

back on your sleeve.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

You did everything right, Mikey.

Hey, don't I always?

Sir.

So if it's okay with everybody

we're proceeding with our exercise now.

They're going in to soften up defenses.

In 37 minutes, we start

five-inch guns from three cruisers.

Then the marines go ashore

from us and the Palo Alto

accompanied by CIWS fire

with Petty Officer Roberts back on station.

I hope you'll stay and watch the show.

Well, we'd love to, Skipper,

but we have urgent JAG business

back in Washington.

Tiner called.

He said they're on their way.

Well, Tiner lies for him.

My date's a no-show.

He's stuck in some postmortem meeting

about a problem at a war game.

Wasn't Harm supposed to take care of that?

They all were.

Hello, ladies.

Harriet.

How interesting.

You can't wear that.

I have to.

I brought the dress.

HARRIET: I cannot go to the ball with my husband

the naval attorney wearing stolen property.

He has a point.

It's not stolen.

Abandoned.

I faxed this letter

to Madonna's manager this afternoon.

"I have your dress from the 'Like a Harlot' video.

Will be pleased to return it upon your request."

You faxed this two hours ago.

She probably hasn't even seen it yet.

Well, is that our problem?

Counselor?

It's kosher.

Okay.

Good God, I'm supposed to be accepting the plaque

in nine minutes.

Here you go, sir.

"After having the privilege of serving as a Navy SEAL..."

Are we going the right way?

Yes, it's up here.

"I joined the Surface Warfare community--

one of the finest fighting organizations on this planet.

When you finally got tired of me and... kicked me out"?

It's a little humor, sir. People like that.

Rabb stood me up three of our last four dates.

He was in Iceland,

and then he almost drowned on a sinking ship,

and then there was something else...

I forget.

I used to go out with a divorced anesthesiologist.

At least I knew where to find him.

Good evening.

I was about to dump you for the bartender.

Well, I already did.

Oh, really?

Wow!

Harriet...

It's okay, Bud.

-They said it was. -It's not okay.

It's great!

Can we go in now?

Loren.

Plan "B." Alfred!

Well, you know, Mac, the bartender is kind of cute.

Let's go.

BRUMBY: May I have the honor?

Of escorting you in?

Mic, what are you doing here?

I reserved my commission, Sarah.

I've moved to Washington.

To be near the woman I love.

CHEGWIDDEN: Chit-chat later, Brumby.

We're going in.