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-Sir.
-Good to see you, Lieutenant.
Let's go on in.

[tires screeching]

[whimpering]

-Oh, my God.
-Ma'am, are you all right?

Where did he come from?
I didn't even see him.

Ma'am, are you injured
in any way?

No. I don't think so.

Okay, do you have a cell phone?

Yes.

Get out of the car

and dial 9-1-1.

Okay.

[grunting]

Oh, my leg.

[groaning] Oh!

You may have a severed artery,
Sergeant.

Could you help, sir?

Is he okay?

Sir

I want you to put
your hands here.

All right, Sergeant,
I'm going to unlace your boots.

Nothing.

Sergeant, I'm going to have
to apply a tourniquet.

You want to use my tie?

No. Just keep the pressure on.

[screaming]

-Do you have a pen?
-Yeah.

Hang on to it.

Okay.

All right.
This is going to hurt.

Now the bleeding stopped.

They're minutes away.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[man] Petty Officer Dill?
Nice job, son,

but when you're done with this
you're going to have
to come with me.

[sirens blaring]

[theme music playing]

-Colonel, can we talk?
-Talk.

If you and I can decide on
a deal we can end this now.

-Let me think about it.
-Hey, I'm doing you
a favor here.

I'm the one holding the cards.

Your client impersonated
an officer, Commander.

And then saved a man's life.

Which you haven't failed
to mention

at every juncture of this
trial.

[applause]

Anyway, I wanted
to go over the details

of our first ever
charity Jagathon.

The response has been
excellent.

We have over 30 entrants

in tomorrow's
ten kilometer race.

We have raised over $9,000 for
the Pentagon Victim's Fund.

[applause]

Lieutenant Sims,

our coordinator
and creator of the event

will now give you the rest
of the details. Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

[applause]

First of all, the sign-in
will be at the south end

of Carter Park at 1100.

We'll have water stations
all over for you guys.

Uh, I have a Master-at-Arms
and a Corpsman

for security and any
medical emergencies.

The first and only prize,
as I'm sure you are all aware

is highest rank privilege
for a whole day.

[applause and cheering]

Okay, and don't forget
that females

get a three minute
head start, so go, ladies.

Sir, I'd like to go on record

saying I consider that unfair,
and frankly, unnecessary.

Lieutenant Sims can Lieutenant
Singer start with the men?

-If she prefers to, sir.
-So be it.

Admiral, in that case, I would
like to start with the ladies.

[laughter]

Ladies, take your marks.

I now pronounce the Jagathon
officially underway.

[applause and cheering]

[Petty Officer Tiner]
When was the last time
you ran this distance, Gunny?

Marines run all the time,
Tiner.

Yeah, but you're
a desk jockey now.

Are you questioning my fitness?

-No. Just curious.
-Huh.

I don't know. Six weeks.
What about you?

Oh, yesterday.

Maybe you better consider
pacing yourself.

I'm not worried.

That's the jarhead
in you talking.

I'd take it easy.

And I'd take your sorry
squid tactics out of my face.

I think what you're doing
is really cool.
I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, sweetheart.
I'm glad you said that

'cause I need a little
something from you.

Anything.

I want you to have fun
in the race tomorrow.

-I haven't entered.
-Yes, you have.

[Sims] On your marks,
get set...

[applause and cheering]

The Petty Officer's heroics are
a significant factor, Colonel.

-Not in terms of his guilt.
-Now all you have to do is

convince the members
of that, huh?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, uh, did you scope out
the track yet?

I haven't signed up.

The academy's top
middle distance runner.

-Why not?
-It didn't feel right.

I already made a contribution
to Lieutenant Sims.

Well, Sturgis, there's no one
in this race who can touch you.

I think the winner should
be someone

who's been here for a while,
huh? Excuse me.

I am available
to talk further, Colonel.

Sounds like someone
who's looking to make a deal.

His client saved a life
while impersonating an officer.

It's been a challenge
trying to stay on point.

The commander turns everything
into a forum

on the Petty Officer's good
deed

and why he should
have been accepted

to OCS in the first place.

Smart.

[sighs]
Yeah, if you were me?

Offer that the adjudged
confinement be suspended

so long as the accused takes
his Bad Conduct Discharge

packs up and leaves.

you think the Commander will go
for it?

I would.

Um...

good luck.

Oh, Harm?

Maybe we can...

find a time to sit down
and talk.

When?

Um...

when it happens.

Oh.

All right.

Hey, uh...

I hope you do well tomorrow.

Yeah, same to you.

Um, are you feeling
like you're ready?

Hey, with Sturgis
out of the way

I have no competition.

Commander, what are doing
in last place?

Kicking myself.

[panting]

It'll look bad
if you don't participate
in a race that I organized.

It's too long. I just can't
handle the distance.

You've been jogging
with Commander Turner.

Yeah, but I go a couple miles
and he has to go

get his car
and pick me up.

Jogging has been so good
for you, Bud.

You're losing weight.
You can go at your own pace.

-Well, I didn't get any pledges.
-I got some for you.

Okay, look, Harriet,
the point is

is that I'll be out there with
my colleagues

-people that I see every day.
-No one's professional, Bud.

They'll all be starting
in the same position you are.

But I'm afraid that I'm
going to embarrass myself.

Well, then don't do it
for yourself.

Do it for me.

Why?

Because I have more faith
in you.

You know what I'm going to do
with my first place prize?

I'm going to grant everyone
in JAG Ops

highest rank for an hour.

Won't work, Tiner.

Why not?

Once you to get
to Lieutenant Singer

she'll countermand
your previous order

and make herself JAG forever.

What I'm going to do...

Don't look at me
like that, Tiner.

I have as much
of a chance of winning as you.

-I didn't say anything.
-[groans]

You two look like
you're glued together.

[heavy breathing]

Here you go, guys.

[grunting]

Me, neither, ma'am.

I'm ready to talk, Commander.

I'm sorry, Colonel,
but I'm off the case.

-At least for the next 24 hours.
-What happened?

Another client of mine escaped
custody this morning

was apprehended and is being
arraigned in 40 minutes.

You can't ask for a
continuance?

No. Colonel Blakely claims
it'll push his schedule.

My new co-counsel
is taking the lead.

You'll have to make
your deal with him.

[Rabb] Why were you turned down
for OCS?

A previous psychological
evaluation, sir.

The doctor reported
I was confused.

Did he give you a reason?

That's never been made clear
to me, sir.

So why did you do it?

I was frustrated, sir.

I wanted so badly
to wear an officer's uniform

I went out and bought one.

And what did you expect
to accomplish by doing this?

I wanted to prove that I was
right about myself, sir.

Even if others disagreed.

The blues that I bought, sir,
fit like a glove.

It was like a sign.

Do you wish to continue
your career in the Navy?

Absolutely, sir.
I know I can contribute.

Well, Petty Officer Dill

with your consent,
I'd like to take a run at it.

You got it, sir!

This feels right to me.

Why is that?

I like your energy, sir.

It's centered.

-On your left.
-Oh, sorry, Commander.

[breathing heavily
and wheezing]

Try and stay
in one place, Lieutenant.

[chuckles]

[wheezing]

Save yourself.
You're wasting it on me.

I consider that an insult, sir.

[wheezing]

You're doing great, sir.

Am I far behind?

Oh, very much so, sir.

This is a very
interesting case, Mac.

This is a very
interesting case, Mac.

Let's deal.

-He wants to stay in the Navy.
-Absolutely not.

Well, I'm going to have
to go with him on this one.

-What?
-I like the kid.
I'll see you in court.

Well, not only
are you contradicting
what you told me earlier

you're using my doubts
about this case against me?

Hey, I have the right
to change my mind, Mac.

The moment I don't think
you can overcome your doubts

I'll suggest you hand
in those oak leaves.

Commander, are you aware
that your substitute counsel
is unwilling to deal?

Yes, Colonel.
He talked me into it.

You're not going
to hold this against me.

-Yes.
-What are you going to do,
not talk to me?

No. I'm going to beat you
in the race tomorrow.

[laughs]

Mac.

You don't think I can.

Not without a shortcut.

Hmm.

Look, I want you to do well

but reach for something
attainable.

This is attainable.
I have three minutes on you.

Hey, you could have
six minutes on me

and you wouldn't beat me.

Fine. I'll take it.

[knocking on door]

Interested in placing a bet
on tomorrow's race?

Are you a bookie now?

Oh, loosen up, Lieutenant.

What kind of bet?

You know, five, ten dollars.

You do realize
this is for charity.

I'll take that response
as a no.

In light of what's going on

in the world today, Lieutenant

don't you think this is
a little bit... frivolous?

No, in fact,
I think the opposite.

We could all use a little
relief from the tension.

Especially those of us charged
with defending our country.

Lieutenant, you're defending
a corporal

who's been accused
of stealing a motor scooter.

You know what I mean.

Okay, look, go ahead and
do whatever you're going to do

'cause you never
listen to me anyway.

You having a bad day?

I promised Harriet that I'd run
in the race tomorrow.

So?

Obviously you've never
seen me run.

Then walk.

[huffing]

[Singer]
The pot is now up to $176.

Now don't forget,
money can be wagered

on more than just first place.

You can bet on anyone--
including yourself--

to win, place, show, finish dead
last, or not finish at all.

Hmm, did you bet on
yourself, Lieutenant?

What do you think, Gunny?

Fifth!
Let it never be said

you suffer from a lack
of confidence, ma'am.

Which is a subtle way
of saying I overreach?

No, I actually haven't, uh

done that much thinking
about it, ma'am.

Maybe you will when I greet you
at the finish line.

[crowd oohs]

Whatever, ma'am.

Any last bets?

No? Okay, window's closed.
Good luck.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Could you look in your book

and tell me how much
money is on me to win?

As I recall, Tiner... none.

None?
I don't understand, ma'am.

I used to run cross-
country in high school.

Why isn't anyone betting on me?

[both huffing]

Hi.

[man] Watch out!

[grunting]

-Sorry.
-Where the devil
were you looking?

See you at the finish line,
Tiner! [laughs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Admiral?

I just got off the phone
with the SECNAV's Yeoman, sir.

SECNAV's niece is a pre-law
student at Georgetown

and he thought she would enjoy

a tour of our offices.

Did he?

Sir, I told him I'd have
to check with you first.

But he's expecting it
to happen anyway.

Yes, sir.

All right, set it up.

You take care of it.
I'll shake her hand

and exchange exactly
one minute of pleasantries.

-Aye, sir.
-Then put her someplace,
out of the way.

Understood, sir.

Who was it last year,
his brother-in-law?

Yes, sir,
the television writer.

Was he the one that kept
asking me if I'd killed anyone?

You showed great restraint,
sir.

Let's hope I can maintain it.

-What the hell is this?
-It's a call, sir.

-Are you out of your mind?
-Well, no, sir, you asked me
to hold it for you.

I didn't tell you
to harass me with it.
I'm in a race here.

-Yes, sir, but...
-Take a message.

Um...

Hey, uh, good luck in court.

Hey, you, too. You, too.

Listen...

about before...

-What do you mean?
-This thing with Mac and I.

We're just in a
weird place right now

so don't let it
bother you, all right?

Okay.

It's bothering you.

I don't even know
what you're talking about.

Well, you were
sensing something.

-Tension?
-There you go.

I don't know anything
about your relationship.

-Doesn't mean anything to me.
-Right.

Just don't assume
anything, all right?

-Like what?
-Like nothing.

Whatever you're thinking,
you're probably wrong.

If you say so, buddy.

'Cause Mac and I
are just friends.

-Now, I didn't say you weren't.
-I know.

Is there some reason
to believe otherwise?

-No.
-'Cause you seem
to be suggesting...

I'm not suggesting anything.

-Were you ever a couple?
-No.

Did it come up?

Harm, are you involved
with her?

-I'm not.
-You sure?

Look, anyone who has ever
been involved with Mac

is either dead
or feels like they are.

Excuse me.

Please.

-How's it going, Colonel?
-What?

I... I'm sorry, sir.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah, everything's fine.

Good.

-Uh...
-Carry on.

I don't have time
for this, Tiner.

We'll deal with it tomorrow.

[breathing heavily]
It's over, Gunny.

[breathing heavily]
It's over, Gunny.

Dinner at Orsino's
says you don't finish, Tiner.

Bottle of scotch says you drop.

-[Harm] One thing's for sure
-Huh?

neither of you is going to win.

-Commander Gilfry,
are you a Navy psychiatrist?
-I am.

Was Petty Officer Dill
a patient of yours in 1999?

-Yes, he was.
-What was the reason
for these visits?

His CO at the time
made the recommendation.
Claimed the petty officer

was fabricating stories
about his accomplishments.

What did you determine?

I noted some
identity dysfunction.

Were you surprised when you
later heard the petty officer

had been caught impersonating
a Navy lieutenant?

No, it was consistent
with my evaluation.

What do you believe is
responsible for this behavior?

Objection, Your Honor,
this is getting into

psychiatrist-patient privilege.

Your Honor, that privilege only
applies to confidential

communication made after
November 1, 1999

when Rule 513 came into effect.

She's right, Counselor.
Overruled.

Answer the question, Commander.

Petty Officer Dill
is likely reacting

to what happened in his youth.

He indicated
he wasn't respected as a child

and forced to take on
inferior roles.

He was subjected to
verbal abuse and criticism

and because he was never
encouraged he felt unworthy.

Did this have an effect
on his development?

As an adult, his
personality appears

to have remained immature
and prone to fantasy.

So, was putting on the uniform

a way for Petty Officer Dill
to embrace another reality?

-Yes, I believe so.
-Thank you. No more questions.

Commander,
I pulled this article

off the Internet an hour ago.

Did you write it?

Yes, it's a contribution to a
behavioral psychology website.

Uh, please,
read the title for us.

"Compensating Grandiosity
in the Year 2000:

-A Clinical Evaluation."
-What does that mean?

It's the terminology
used to describe

the behavior I attributed
to Petty Officer Dill.

Are you an expert
on the subject?

I certainly know about it.

Do you encounter
this condition often?

Often enough.

Oh. The article is based
on 32 case studies.

In a year, on average,
Commander,

how many patients do you see?

-A few hundred.
-32 out of a few hundred.

That's a pretty
high percentage, isn't it?

-I suppose.
-Do you have
a referral system set up?

Some way to attract these cases
from other psychiatrists?

No.

Oh, just lucky, then, I guess.

-Objection.
-Sustained.

Is there anything
about the Navy, Commander

that encourages
this type of condition?

Nothing that comes to mind.

The reason you see
so many of these cases

is because you're looking
for them, isn't that true?

-No.
-And the condition
keeps appearing

because it's in your best
interest for it to do so.

Objection. The commander's
already answered the question.

Sustained.
Don't push it, Commander.

Are you sure you want to push
yourself like this, sir?

Yes.

You're looking
a little flushed, sir.

Not concerned.

Well, I don't want to see you
hurt yourself, sir.

Can I-I get you anything?
Water? Anything?

You can do me a favor,
Lieutenant.

Listen, I realize
we're having a bad day.

I've known you
to reach before, Harm

but that tactic was way
below your standards.

Well, you forgot effective.

It's a cheap way of obscuring
your client's problem.

My client's problem is
he was reacting to rejection

from someone who should've been
a little more open-minded.

Now, if you only believed that.

I dobelieve it.

You betrayed and offended me
why not insult my intelligence?

I think he deserves
a second chance.

Listen...

what I said earlier
about your exes...

Harm, I don't want to talk
about that right now.

Would you accept an apology?

Fine.

Okay, uh, this thing
about the race.

Can we also agree not to make
a big deal out of that?

[sighs]
Not even with your handicap?

I don't care about
the handicap.

Oh, you're holding to it?

I made the statement.

Do I sense goodwill here?

Mac, winning isn't important
to me tomorrow.

Mac, I don't want to compete
with you anymore.

Colonel?

Uh, Commander Rabb
has a message for you.

He says, "Enjoy your lead

because it won't be long
before you're eating his dust."

[breathing evenly]

Harriet, I have my pledge sheet
for the race, and I signed it

-Thank you.
-You're running tomorrow,
Lieutenant?

-Yes, sir.
-I'm pleasantly surprised.

We have my wife
to thank for that, sir.

Excellent. Excellent.
Uh, you'll be fine.

Let me give you a pointer.

Don't give in to
your body too early.

You're going to have
to push through

the initial point of
exhaustion.

There's more than one, sir?

-Well, what I mean...
-Look, sir, the truth is

I'm going to do everything
I can to try and finish.

-It's okay, Bud.
-Well, hold on, Lieutenant

I think it's important
he keep his expectations high.

-It's only six miles.
-With all due respect, sir

there's no reason for him
to push, it's only a race.

You're right. You're right.

My apologies.
Good luck, Lieutenant.

Just do the best you can, Bud.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

What are you doing
still running?

You're supposed to have
dropped out by now.

-What are you talking about?
-Everybody agreed

that your not
finishing the race

was the safest bet
on the table.

What do you mean by "everyone"?

Uh... forget I even
mentioned it.

[MacKenzie]
Would you state your name,
rank, and duty station, please?

Ramsey Dill, Petty Officer
Second Class

stationed aboard
the USS Gainesville.

Has this ever been a point of

confusion to you,
Petty Officer?

No, sir.

Your CO says you lied to him
about your accomplishments.

Is that true, Petty Officer?

-It is not, sir.
-What did you tell him?

That I was
a congressional intern

and a junior circuit
tennis player.

And why do you think
he disbelieved you?

[Dill] Because
of my background.

[Rabb] What is your background?

I was one of six raised

in a tough neighborhood
of Detroit.

My mother, she didn't work

my father was in
and out of prison.

Did you discuss any of this
with Commander Gilfry?

-Yes, sir.
-Were you asked

how you obtained your college
degree, Petty Officer?

-No, sir.
-Please, tell us.

Objection, relevance.

It goes to character,
Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

I went to school at night, sir.

-For how long?
-Over a seven-year period.

Did anyone else in your family
go beyond secondary education?

I'm the only one, sir.

How did you do it,
Petty Officer?

Those are considerable
handicaps.

Through faith, sir.

Faith.

Did you have a momentary
lapse in faith

the night of September 23rd?

Yes, sir, I'm afraid I did.

Did you purchase

a Navy Lieutenant's uniform

from a surplus store
and put it on?

-I did, sir.
-Why?

The simple answer, sir

is that I was angry
about being rejected for OCS.

-Thank you.
-But...

I think there was
something bigger at work, sir.

I wouldn't have been
there to save that man's life

if I hadn't been wearing
an officer's uniform.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Petty Officer Dill, are you
saying you were guided

the evening you impersonated
an officer?

In a sense, ma'am.

By whom, God?

I don't know, ma'am.

Did you hear a voice?

No, ma'am,
this is in retrospect.

So that makes
what you did right?

Objection, Your Honor.
The Petty Officer has already

made his understanding
on this matter clear.

Overruled.

I'm not saying that what
I did was right, but...

it did turn out
to be a good thing.

Would you do it again?

No, ma'am. I realize...

Even if you were being guided?

-Well, that depends.
-On what?

On what I was being
asked to do.

No more questions.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Petty Officer,

did God tell you to put on
that officer's uniform?

-No, sir.
-Did you put it on

because you believed
you were officer material?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.
No further questions.

[breathing heavily]

[Rabb] Let's be someone else
for a moment.

Imagine a childhood filled
with hardship and pain.

You see the Navy as a way
to better your station in life.

You muster the initiative
to get a college degree

in your spare time.

You seek the opportunity
to lead... to influence

other young people
with similar handicaps.

But you are summarily rejected

for reasons
you don't understand.

One night...

you see a uniform
in a surplus store window

and you think

"Was I so wrong about myself?

If I were to put this on,
would it not feel right?"

And, in a moment
of intense curiosity

you buy it, you put it on,

and it fills you with purpose.

You realize, in fastening
that last brass button

that this simple
dress blue jacket

with the stripes on the sleeves

is the absolute fulfillment
of your destiny.

You feel so serene,
so confident

that when you go out that night

and see a fellow serviceman
imperiled, you rush to his aid

embodying the mantle
of officerhood

to which you so deeply aspire.

You assess the scene,
initiate action

and remedy the situation.

Now what do you think
of yourself?

Are you a criminal...

or do you represent everything
you've always believed

you could be?

[footsteps running]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[knocking]

You wanted to see me, sir?

Close the door.

Have a seat, Commander.

This is personal

so I trust you'll keep this
conversation to yourself.

-Of course, sir.
-As a matter of principle

I try not to pry into the
personal lives of my people.

Understood, sir.

But, uh...

given recent events

I have some concerns
about the colonel.

I was wondering if you
might have some insights.

What sort of concerns, sir?

Well, she seems upset.

Today, in particular, Admiral?

Yes. Well, Admiral

that might have something
to do with me

uh, not agreeing to settle
on a case.

Well, I get
a sense of hurt...

Well, that, uh,
that may also, uh, have to do

with an indiscreet comment
I made, sir.

...and anger?

We were discussing
the Jagathon, Admiral, and...

You're responsible for this?

It's one of those days,
I guess.

I, uh, I seem to be
pushing her buttons.

Commander, can you
stop doing that?

I am trying, Admiral.

And why the hell
are you arguing about a race?

Mac thinks that I am not
treating her participation

in this race
with enough respect.

[chuckling]
And, uh... as a result

I have agreed to grant her--
and I guess the rest

of the field--

an additional
three minute handicap.

Why wouldn't you respect her?

She's not a runner, Admiral.
She jogs.

Says who?

I'm sorry?

Well, since her return the
colonel and I

have been running together
three mornings a week.

We've been training
for tomorrow's race.

[breathing heavily]

Commander! Sir?

Ease up!
You're breathing too hard.

You look flushed!

I'm fine, sir.

You've been training.

You don't knock?

You played me.

And you condescended to me.

I was operating under
an incorrect assumption.

Instead of asking questions.

You should have told me.

You want
your three minutes back?

No.

Then I'll see you on race day.

Huh.

About the SECNAV's
niece, Admiral.

She's in your hands, Tiner.

Apparently not, sir.

Excuse me, Admiral.
I've been told the SECNAV

prefers youescort her
around JAG, sir.

Was this a request or a demand?

Sir, I was given her phone
number and available dates.

Call his yeoman back
and tell him--
and you can quote me--

that we are too damn busy
to hold the hand

of some mollycoddled
schoolgirl.

If she is genuinely interested

-in military law, I suggest
that she enlist.
-Yes, sir.

Would Monday or Tuesday
of next week work, sir?

Tuesday.

Reschedule my morning
appointments, cancel my lunch.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Didn't you hear me earlier?

Sir, it's beyond my control.

Who the hell is this?

[panting]

Loud and clear, Mr. Secretary.

She's where?!

Sir, we set this up
for Tuesday--

there's no one
in the office today.

Yes, sir, we'll-we'll consider
it our mistake.

Yes, sir, I'll call the, uh,
I'll call the, uh, guard gate.

I'll authorize them
to let her in.

I should be there in,
uh, 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.
Good-bye, Mr. Secretary.

[grunts]

Where are you going, sir?

[under breath]
To hell in a hand basket.

[Rabb wheezing]

Mac!

Commander Rabb!

I need you to stop, sir.
Sir!

-What are you doing?!
Get out of my way!
-I'm sorry--

I'm sorry, sir, but
more than one person

has expressed concern about
your physical condition.

The corpsman needs to determine

if you can continue
the race, sir.

[panting]

[judge] Commander,
will you please read
your decision.

Signalman Second Class
Ramsey Dill, United States Navy,

on the charge and specification
of impersonating an officer

this court-martial
finds you guilty.

Will the senior member please
read the sentence.

This court sentences you
to no punishment.

-[judge] We are adjourned.
-[bangs gavel]

Thank you so much, sir.

You're welcome, Petty Officer.

You realize that this incident
will always be on your record.

I understand, sir,
but some real good
did come out of this.

I now know what I want
to do with my life.

What's that?

I've decided to go
into medicine, sir.

Well, from what I've observed,
you're up to the challenge.

I appreciate the support,
Commander.

I don't need to be examined,
I feel fine.

-You look flushed, sir.
-I just ran five miles.

-Lieutenant, I am not happy!
-Sir, it'll only take a second.

The corpsman just needs
to check your vitals.

"Admiral, I had a lunch date
with my mother.

Couldn't wait any longer.

Tried to call you
on your cell phone

but whoever answered didn't
speak English."

[Rabb] You should've seen
the members' faces.

I mean, there was no way
they were going to punish
the petty officer.

In retrospect,
I wish I'd downplayed
the confession aspect.

I might even have walked away
with a not guilty verdict.

Ah, what turned them around?

[MacKenzie] The oldest trick
in the book:

characterize the accused
as one of them

and then ask them to forgive
themselves for being human.

I saw your face, Colonel.
You were sold.

Rhetoric aside, you believe
Petty Officer Dill is

as deluded and confused
as I do.

You just can't handle the idea
of not winning.

Oh, and you were
trying to lose?

Admit it, you enjoyed
the challenge

-so you rose to the occasion.
-[uncomfortable chuckle]

Is something wrong, Commander?

No, I'm sorry, but do you two
always get this personal?

-No.
-Yes.

Or is it me?

-No.
-Yes.

This is none of my business

but I'm feeling you might want
to deal with it.

Deal with what?

Whatever's going on here.

What do you think that is?

I'm not sure.

He doesn't know anything.

Is there something to know?

Because when I asked you
last time

you wouldn't answer me.

What are you expecting to hear?

Are you two involved
with each other?

That's what this is about?

You think that Harm
would cheat on Renee?

Well, I'm talking
about since they split.

You split?

What I'm trying to say is...

[sighs]
This is none of my business.

Yeah, I think I better go.

Colonel...

Colonel, I apologize
if I stepped in something...

I-- I could've
said that better. I...

Why are you so interested in
my relationship with Harm?

It interests me only
in how it affects me.

It has nothing to do with you.

Then why I am caught
in the middle of it?

It's like a giant vacuum

that sucks everything
into its path.

Maybe the solution is
to stop questioning it

and trust that Harm and I
can work out our differences

to everyone's satisfaction.

Well, you see,
that'sthe problem.

You're working it out
in a space that I occupy.

I don't see anyone
else complaining.

I guess they're used to it.

-Then getused to it.
-Why should I?

Because we're all human here.

We get upset at each other
from time to time.

But this time, Colonel,
it became unprofessional.

It's almost like something
you'd see on a soap opera.

Oh, you mean, about like
arguing about personal issues

in public, with a
coworker, Commander?

Point made.

Then allow me
to make another one.

It's unfair of you to accuse us
of being intrusive

when you're doing the same thing
with Lieutenant Roberts.

What do you mean?

I know that you pushed him
into jogging with you.

He's out of shape.

And did you address that
because it offended you?

No.

I thought I could help him.

Then maybe you can help us, too

by being more understanding
and less judgmental.

I'm sorry, sir,
when I requested a corpsman,

-I just assumed...
-What were you doing?

Hanging around sick bay
answering phones?

I feel like I've
let you down, sir.

This is not good,
Petty Officer.

I'm going to talk to your CO.

Well, sir... at least let me
take your blood pressure...

Sergeant, get him out of here!

Lieutenant, are you taking
bets on the Jagathon?

Yes. It's not a secret.

In fact, I'm surprised
you just found out.

That troubles me, Lieutenant.

We're not doing it
on government property.

And besides, I think it adds
color to the proceedings.

You mean green.

Yeah, just like our pledges.

Only in this case,
it allows us to have some fun.

I think you're having fun

stepping on my event,
Lieutenant.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Would you feel better
if I asked the winner

to donate his or her take
to the Pentagon Fund?

I would feel better if you
would stop kicking everybody

on your way to the top.

We would all have fewer bruises

and you would be less alone.

[panting]

Do you need some help,
Lieutenant?

No.

All right.

[sniffles]

[whimpers]

[cries]

Commander...

I don't want to talk
about it right now.

Well, ever?

Now's not a good time.

[Gunny] And grab a toothbrush,
'cause I when I win

you'll be scrubbing every head
in the facility.

Well, I'm glad you're not
feeling competitive, Gunny.

You bring it out in me, Tiner.

Don't look so glum, Bud.

Oh, you'll be lucky
if I finish by sundown.

When you do finish,
I'll be right there for you.

Give me two seconds.

-[TV playing, knocking on door]
-Enter.

Admiral there's...

[turns off TV]

Have a seat, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Admiral, I'm having some
trouble fitting in here

and I was wondering if
you had any thoughts
on the matter.

Yes. You're delusional.
Next matter.

With all due respect, sir

I get the distinct feeling

I'm not loose enough
for this office.

This is by no means
a criticism.

I do consider this to be
my own problem, sir.

Commander, do, um, you insult
your colleagues?

Uh, no, sir.

Do you become peevish
or private

when questioned by a superior?

Not generally, sir.

Are you able to do your job

without dragging
my six into it?

So far, sir, yes.

Then you are a profoundly
welcomed addition

to JAG, Commander.

I thank you
for the support, sir

but that still doesn't
completely

address my problem.

Well, then your "problem,"
Commander

is that you haven't chosen
to recognize

what rest of us find
very obvious:

is that you're already
an accepted member
of this family

and I expect you to contribute
here for some time.

Longer, uh...
probably, than myself.

[panting]

Isn't this the way
it used to be?

-Uh-huh.
-Huh?

Can you live with that?

As long as I win.

Lieutenant, I'm glad I
caught you before you left.

-Is this about your case, sir?
-Eh, the Jagathon.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir
if you'd like to place a wager

you'll have to do that
with Lieutenant Singer.

I'm not interested in betting.
I want to enter.

[both breathing heavily]

[both groan]

Why didn't you tell
me about Renee?

Well, I don't know, Mac.

It occurred too late
for it to mean anything.

In English, please?

I couldn't.

She broke up with you.

It's been over for a while.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Sorry I...
sorry I couldn't tell you.

Were you afraid
you'd look foolish?

Maybe. I don't know.

I don't know why we couldn't
work things out with us, Harm.

So where does that leave us?

I don't know, Mac,
at the end, I guess.

How about back
at the beginning?

I am so sorry, you guys.
I wanted to be here

but I had to take care
of Gunny and Tiner.

-[MacKenzie] What happened?
-Gunny pulled a muscle

and Tiner bruised a rib.

They didn't finish the race?

No.

-[laughs]
-What?

Well, they both won
their bet then.

Well, what happened
with you guys?
Who beat who?

-It was a tie.
-It was a tie.

Oh...

Well, then I guess you both
can share second place.

[Turner] Congratulations.

[Rabb] When did you finish?

Four minutes ago.

Uh, Lieutenant Sims informs me

that I can start
my highest rank privilege

anytime I choose.

That's great.

I, uh, choose now

and, being your superior

I have a... I have an order
for both of you.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Well, pretty tired of
this, huh, Commander--

me dropping out and you
coming to pick me up?

Why are you dropping out?

I'm just doing what
everybody expected.

Nobody expected you to quit,
Bud.

Well, then why did
you bet that I would?

Who told you that?

You haven't been talking
to Lieutenant Singer, have you?

[groans]

Kill me now.

Sweetie, I'm sorry.

I'm tired...

What can I say?

Say you'll meet me
at the finish line, Bud.

Say hello to your
encouragement, Bud.

Hello, encouragement.

Let's go!

[closing theme playing]