Original subtitles

Give me a radio, Corporal.

Tiger, this is Bambi.

Tiger One, go ahead, Bambi. We got you a target in Blue Sector Alpha, over.

Bambi, Tiger One on our way.

Tiger Two, Tiger One, do you read?

Tiger One, Tiger Two, I'm reading you three by three. Sounds like our batter's

week again, over.

Tiger Two, Tiger One, you take the target. I'm going high to see if I can

contact them, over.

Beggar 2, roger.

Gomez, Gomez, slow down, for God's sakes. My head is killing me.

Lieutenant hungover, sir?

No, I am not hungover.

I'm still drunk.

Yes, sir.

Kill the engine.

Oh, Gomi, I'm seeing double.

Want me to do that for you, Lieutenant?

No, I don't want the PFC to do it.

Thumper, Tiger 2, fire for effect.

Polar, direction 1, 3, Niner, distant 2, 4, 6,

down 4, 0, over.

Thumper, Tiger 1, did you copy Tiger 2, over.

Negative, Tiger 1.

Okay, fire for effect.

Polar, direction 1, 3, Niner.

Ready!

The incident occurred at 0700 hours yesterday morning during live fire

One of my officers screwed up. He called in artillery on his recon team.

I got seven men in the hospital, four critical.

Sorry, sir. Is the officer responsible?

Does not dispute the facts, Lieutenant.

Open and shut.

Sir, Lieutenant Austin and I were pulled off an investigation and expedited here

with all due respect, General.

If it's open and shut, why the high priority?

Either of you ever met a former commandant of the Marine Corps? No, sir.

Well, you're about to.

The Marine second lieutenant you will probably charge is the son of General

Thomas Williams.

That's the priority.

Wrap this up quick, lieutenants. We don't need all the decimal points. You

round off the answers.

Sergeant Major Hollis will get you anything you want. Take him out to the

direction center.

You'll want to start with Captain Reed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, sir.

What if we don't want to start with Captain Reed? Let's not rock the boat

Or is it Camel out here?

Ready to go, sir? Go.

Fire!

Lieutenant Williams can find a quarter, Sergeant Major?

No, sir. He can find a bay.

Little...

choppers in the nine lieutenant one night he had to go into a hot lc and

a marine recon team on the first run he got his leg blown out copilot was killed

both door gunners nailed he went back three more times alone to get everybody

out lost his leg got your button determined marine damn determined

marine

Is the battery involved in the incident?

Correct.

And it's still firing?

Also correct. You're two for two, Lieutenant.

Why was the area not secured, Captain?

I had the men stand down, check the powder load, the asthma settings, and

shoe coordinates.

The coordinates were wrong.

I entered everything in the log and signed it. By the book, Lieutenant.

By the book, Captain.

It's clear what happened.

Williams was drunk and screwed up the coordinates.

He was drunk, sir?

That's right.

Did you request a blood alcohol test?

Nope.

Rochmelt liquor on.

Before the exercise, and you allowed him to participate, sir?

After.

Don't you even think about blaming this on me, Jack.

That's not our intention, sir. What is your intention, Lieutenant?

To find the truth.

That seems self -evident to me, but then again, I don't have a law degree.

Sounds like you'd rather have a case of rabies, sir.

Why don't you, Jack, just listen to the tape?

What tape?

Communications keeps a tape of all radio traffic. Lieutenant Williams' screw -up

will be on it.

Lieutenants, I want you over at the airfield. General Williams is arriving.

Looks like Daddy's gonna save Junior's ass.

What do you have against Lieutenant Williams, Kev?

I'm not here because of my daddy, Lieutenant.

I'm here because of some recruitment program like my sex.

I came up through the ranks, and it galls me to see a screw -up like

an officer.

Good enough, Jack?

I don't know about good enough, but it's clear enough.

Where is he, Larry? Waiting to be questioned by Jack, sir.

They haven't done that yet?

No, sir. I thought it would best be spoke to you before that happened.

Here are the investigating officers, General, Lieutenant, Rabb, and Austin.

With me, Lieutenant.

General Butler and I... together in an army he'd look the other way for me

without invitation which i'm sure yes sir you're here because i told jag i

wanted an investigating team that wouldn't go the other way commander

said you'd be the ones i won't have anyone excusing jay or covering up for

him on my account you'll be letting me down if you're anything other than

impartial understood lieutenants yes sir

Four is still critical, sir, but the rest are going to make it.

I'm going back to the hospital in a minute. I just stopped by to cheer up

and to meet you, sir.

Is he admitting his mistake?

I hope you understand it was an honest one. Anyone could have done it. But

anyone didn't do it. Jay did.

And he accepted immediate responsibility.

Well, that is surprising.

He's growing up, sir.

You better get back to your men.

When this mess is all cleaned up, I'd love to have dinner with you and the

Leslie would love that, General.

Senator Boone's a first class officer.

Well on his way.

You know, he's the only one of Jay's friends I ever approved of.

At ease, Jay.

Don't you want to say something?

Thanks for stopping by, sir.

That's it?

You look good.

How's Ma?

Sticking to your diet?

What would you like me to say, General?

Conduct your interview as if I wasn't here.

I mean that, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

So what are you going to charge me with, sir?

That hasn't been decided, Lieutenant.

We'll investigate the accident and make a recommendation to a board of inquiry.

What will they charge me with?

Nothing, if it was an honest mistake.

Is there any other kind?

Yes, if your judgment was impaired by alcohol.

And who said that?

We're not at liberty to say.

Well, it doesn't matter.

I kicked the last two numbers on the distance, over and out.

Kicked?

Transposed.

I targeted the tank with a laser range finder. When I radioed in the numbers, I

said 2 -4 -6 instead of 2 -6 -4.

That's why the shells fell short beginning and end of story.

According to Captain Reed, he received the coordinates from Lieutenant Boone.

The batteries were weak.

Booney... Lieutenant Boone went to higher ground to radio in the numbers to

fire direction center.

Could he have kicked the numbers?

Yeah, he could have, but he didn't. I did.

What about Captain Reed?

You see, Captain Reed didn't kick them either. Because if he or Booney had, I'd

be at Semper Fi right now downing beers with Tina.

Sounds like an enlisted man's hangout. Well, I like to get down with my men. My

father taught me that.

Were you drunk?

Define drunk, sir.

If you were drunk, Lieutenant, it becomes criminal negligence.

Look, I made a mistake.

Accidents will happen. Old Elvis Costello, too. You know that one pup?

Seven Marines lying in a hospital. Is that all you've got to say? I shouldn't

have been here, sir.

That's obvious. I didn't have a choice, though, did I, sir?

Continue without me, Lieutenant.

Nice.

I got the wrong idea about my father.

It's actually much worse than that.

Lieutenant, that tape you requested is ready down at communications.

Thank you, Sergeant. We archive all

communications by the hour. This tape covers 0700 to 0800 on the 23rd when the

accident occurred.

Volume, Lieutenant.

It's all the way up, sir.

There's nothing but 60 hertz, huh?

It's been degaussed.

Erased on purpose.

Tape or no tape, my son confessed. I don't see the point of continuing this

investigation. If for no other reason, sir, I'd like to know who erased that

tape. It could have been a recording malfunction.

That's happened before.

Even without the tapes, the evidence against Jay is overwhelming.

We haven't any evidence, General. All we have is your son's statement.

That's not enough?

General, yesterday you asked us to remain impartial. That's what we're

sir.

Ever been placed in a situation like this before, Lieutenant?

General? Having to defend a son against his own father?

No, sir.

Well, you've never met a Marine like Jay before.

You okay? I'm fine. I'm just worried about you.

Morning,

sir.

One of my men moved off the critical list this morning, sir.

You've been here all night?

Not going anywhere till they're all off that list.

You look beat, Lieutenant. We can wait until you've had a chance to freshen up.

No, sir, I'd like to get this over with.

You relayed Lieutenant Williams' firing coordinates to the artillery.

That's right.

You're positive it was Lieutenant Williams who transposed the coordinates?

Pretty positive.

I remember the coordinates you radioed quite clearly.

All the firing coordinates given in the maneuver, and you remember that

particular one?

You're a pilot, Lieutenant.

Don't you remember important numbers, radio frequencies, headings, power

settings?

I guess I do.

We remember firing coordinates.

I don't understand.

I mean, doesn't communications have the radio calls on tape?

Either they never recorded them or the tape was erased.

So you can't prove that Jay did it?

Not unless he denies it.

But it seems he won't.

Well, I hope his father gives him some credit for that.

For not lying.

For trying to act like his big brother would.

His brother is a Marine?

Michael.

Michael was one hell of a Marine.

Decorated twice in Desert Storm.

You said it was.

Michael was killed at cop sheep.

So Jay came in to carry on the tradition.

Did it to make his father happy.

But, uh, Jay and the Corps were not cut out for each other.

Since you don't have a copy of that tape, sir, I hope that Jay changes his

statement. Well, at this point, even if he did, his career would still be over

unless we can prove someone else kicked those numbers.

Well, that would be hard on the general.

But I think it would be the best thing for Jake.

Which is all you care about.

He's my friend.

Sir.

You got anything else?

Not now.

Then I'll be getting back to my men.

I think he raised the tape to give Lieutenant Williamson out.

Or to cover his kicking the numbers.

Attention on jacks.

As you were.

Sergeant Major, we asked to interview the surviving members of the recon team

and the gun crews. Now, there should be. Should be 22 men in all, sir.

I see six men.

Sergeant Major, what is the problem?

Operation Sandblast, sir. Captain Reed said he could only afford a couple men

a time.

I see.

We'll start with the surviving members of the recon patrol.

Unless they're still on exercise, Sergeant Major.

No, sir, they're here.

Corporal Green, PFC Gomez.

Here, Sergeant Major.

See these officers quickly.

That'll be all, Sergeant Major.

Very well, sir.

Rescue Marine, follow me.

Relax, Brad.

Yes, sir.

Now, you were driving Lieutenant Williams' Humvee during the exercise?

Yes, sir.

Was Lieutenant Williams intoxicated?

Intoxicated, sir.

Drunk, loaded, stoned, plastered, smacked.

I don't think I'm qualified to answer that, sir.

Are you a C lawyer, Prime?

No, sir.

You sound like one.

You were driving in the Humvee with Lieutenant Boone during the firing

Affirmative. And you heard the coordinates radioed by Lieutenant

relayed onto the fire control center by Lieutenant Boone.

Affirmative. What were they? What?

Firing coordinates. What were they? I can't say, Lieutenant.

Because you can't remember them?

Oh, I remember them, Lieutenant, but... Captain Reed gave us specific orders

that we weren't to talk about the accident unless he was present, sir.

You told your men to stonewall us? Unless I was present. This is a JAG

investigation, Captain. Your presence is not needed during questions.

For my man, I don't want... And this is my investigation.

To run as I see fit.

You want to challenge that?

Feel free.

But I promise you, you'll end up facing more charges than the life brigade.

Good enough, Marine.

I knew it would come to this.

Next you'll be accusing me of kicking the numbers and erasing the tape to

it.

How did you know the tape had been erased, sir?

Scuttlebutt moves fast in the Corps, Lieutenant.

Did you erase the tape, sir? No, Lieutenant, I did not, but I've got a

good idea who did.

And who would that be, Captain?

First Sergeant Hollis. Why would he erase the tape?

He'd fallen a grenade for General Butler and the General would do the same for

the Commandant.

They are not going to let daddy's little boy take his medicine. We're going out

to the accident site. When we return, I want your men standing by for

interrogation.

All your men.

You know how to get there?

I have a map, sir.

Desert tracks aren't marked like the Washington Beltway.

I had a break in Texas, sir.

Accident site's a half a mile down the first track beyond the free fire zone.

Free fire zone?

No one needs permission to fire into it.

Shells, rockets.

You've been bombing runs all the time during stand -by.

Well, Mark, stay clear of him.

We'll be back in an hour.

You can read a map.

That goes into the free fire zone.

Do you think he erased that tape?

Reese, he had access, and if he kicked those numbers modems, what he said about

Sergeant Major Hollis could be true, too.

I'm going to send that tape to Lieutenant Pike.

Why, sir?

They restored a tape that had been erased on an investigation we were

on. Maybe she can do it again.

How had it been erased?

I get the record button that tells down until the message is recorded over.

Our tape was beguiled, sir. There's no way to resurrect that.

If there was, I'd have done it.

I wasn't implying my former partner could do something you couldn't,

Didn't take it, then.

Something's not right, Meg.

Outside, Captain.

I'm in the middle of a fire mission.

I'll be waiting.

Deep fire!

Both drummed out of the service.

Who started it? I did, sir.

That game won't work with me, gentlemen.

If you can be called gentlemen.

I want to know what this is about.

And I want to know now.

I know I spoke. My lips were moving.

Sir. What?

I believe I can shed some light on the incident, sir.

Then by all means do so, Lieutenant. These two seem to be mute.

Lieutenant Rabb and I went out to examine the accident site and entered

fire zone by mistake, sir. How in the hell are you going to do that? Those

are marked with signs that Mr. Magoo wouldn't miss.

The sign was missing, sir.

What? It was off to the side of the road. Someone knocked it down, sir.

And you think Captain Reed was responsible, Lieutenant?

The captain was reluctant to cooperate with the investigation and he directed

to the accident site, sir.

Is that true, Captain?

You've been dragging your feet on this investigation?

Sir. We're in the middle of Operation Sandglass. My men and I don't have time

chat with Navy Jags when the officer at fault has admitted it, sir.

Do either of you gentlemen wish to prefer charges?

No, sir.

Well, I may.

In the meantime, you, Captain Reed, will give Lieutenant Rabb's investigation

your full cooperation.

Yes, sir. And you, Lieutenant Rabb...

will complete your investigation without assaulting officers who you view as

obstructionists. Yes, sir.

Dismissed, Captain.

Aye, aye, sir.

At ease.

Captain Reed came up the hard way, through the ranks.

He may be thick -headed, but I can promise you he did not remove that sign.

It's not his style.

Now, who else knew you were going out there?

Everyone knew we'd visit the accident site at some point in the investigation,

sir. I do not like this, Lieutenant.

Too many accidents.

You have enough accidents, they're not accidents.

I agree, General.

Are you coming on your investigation?

Just beginning, General. We have to interview the witnesses, check the logs,

visit the accident site, sir.

Do it all by 1400 tomorrow.

Sir. Lieutenant, I cannot tell you what to do with your investigation, but I

sure as hell can convene a board of inquiry when I want to.

These accidents are going to stop.

General Williams' pain is going to stop.

And all by 1400 tomorrow.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Thanks, sir, to maybe... Ma 'am.

What's up?

A long shot, sir, but I might be able to retrieve the radio communications

erased from the tape.

Well, I suggested sending the tape to Kate earlier. You said... I said it

couldn't be done. I know, sir.

And Lieutenant Pike couldn't do it.

But you can.

Maybe, sir.

But I have to plead Article 5 of the Code of Conduct.

Name, weight, serial number, and date of birth?

It's the closest thing to a I can't tell you how I'm going to do it article,

sir.

Oh, and I'll need the Humvee for an hour, sir.

Thank you.

Hi, Ollie.

Meg, how's Jack?

Challenging. I'm investigating a friendly fire accident at 29 Palm.

I heard about that.

Yeah, a tape of the radio calls from the morning of the accident would have

cleared things up, but it seems to have been a race.

By the bad guy, no doubt?

I'm not sure.

Anyway, I remember someone once telling me about a satellite that records all

radio communications 24 hours a day. That someone sounds like a security risk

me, Meg. And computers that can pick out keywords in a matter of seconds.

And you want someone to find your missing radio calls and make you a tape.

Uh -huh.

How important is this, Meg?

Well, it depends on your point of view, Ollie. A couple of marine careers at

stake. And the truth.

I'd need to know exactly what time this thing happened.

Shortly after 0700 hours on the 23rd, call signs are tagger one, tagger two.

Why me, Meg?

You're the one Dad would have turned to.

I still miss him.

Me too.

I'll do what I can do.

Thanks.

I don't know if it was a hangover, sir.

He had a headache. We all get those in the heat.

Do you remember the coordinates you radioed to Lieutenant Boone?

Sort of, sir. I was half listening.

Well, sort of. Give me what you remember.

Direction was 139.

I do remember that. As far as distance, I don't know if it was 246 or 264.

The difference is what got those men shelled.

I know that, sir.

How is it Corporal Green remembers the coordinates, but you don't?

That's why he made corporal, and I'm still a PFC, sir.

He pays better attention than I do.

Were you with the Semper Fi the night before the accident?

Yes, sir.

Was Lieutenant Williams drunk?

I couldn't swear to that, sir.

I mean, he was having fun, dancing on the tables with Tina, throwing beer

bottles, that kind of stuff.

His usual antics.

Yes, sir.

This Tina, is his girlfriend?

I'd say so. I mean, he's there every night with her.

If anyone could tell you if you were drunk, it'd have to be her.

and the track's ready for tonight.

So, what can I do for you?

I'm Lieutenant Rabb. I have a few questions about a lieutenant.

Williams, yeah, I've been expecting you.

You're attending bar Tuesday night?

Uh -huh, and DJing and waitressing and singing, which is what I really want to

be doing, but that's a whole other story.

Nice eye.

Oh, yeah, well, that's a whole other story, too.

Do you remember how much alcohol you served Jay that night?

Probably a dozen pitchers.

What? Out of which he drank about two glasses. His buddies drank the rest.

See, there's something about Jay you just got to understand.

He wants to be one of the guys.

Act crazy, act drunk.

But he was as sober as you are when he went back to 29 Stumps.

I'll swear to it.

Hey, well, I might believe you if you weren't his girlfriend.

Oh, yeah.

I wish.

No, I think Jay's a great guy.

Nobody gives him a chance, especially his old man.

Jay would do anything to push his button.

Tina is a bimbo who likes the tips I give her. And no, I'm not trying to get

back at my father. I made a mistake. I'm willing to admit it and take my

punishment. So why the hell won't anyone accept that? A lot of people can't. I'm

the one who can't. Because you've never accepted responsibility for anything in

your life.

Lieutenant Austin.

You were accused of cheating in college. Somehow you avoided punishment, but

your roommate was expelled.

Well, he was the one cheating.

You were arrested for a DUI accident, but in court the girl that you were with

swore that she was driving.

She was driving. I don't believe you, Lieutenant.

I don't believe you've ever accepted responsibility for your mistakes. That's

why I'm troubled you're starting now.

Well, maybe the Corps made a man out of me, sir.

How's you work, people?

Great news, huh, Jay? Yeah.

The tape of our radio calls was erased.

Didn't they tell you?

No.

You don't have to do this, Jay.

Yes, he does.

General, Captain Reid or I could have kicked those coordinates.

Some officers are not capable of making that kind of mistake, Lieutenant.

Yourself included.

Jay, on the other hand... Thanks for the support, Dad.

It's the kind of mistake you've been making all your life, Jay. You're not

like... Say it.

Come on, say it.

Not like Mike.

Mike wouldn't have kicked the numbers, would he, Dad?

And if he had, he would have reached up in the sky and caught those shells with

his bare hands. Well, I'm not Mike.

Mike wasn't even Mike, not the way you glorify him.

He dropped that pass against Army, Dad.

He didn't finish tops in his class, Dad. Hell, he didn't even win a button.

Jay, I know you have your good points, but...

Name one. Jake, don't. No, let him name one thing that I've done that he's proud

of. You joined the Corps.

I joined the Corps the day I was born, only I didn't have a choice, did I?

Sorry to interrupt.

Sir, Naval Hospital called.

That recon team leader, Staff Sergeant Paxton?

He just died.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm going to recommend you be charged with manslaughter, Lieutenant.

I want to retract my statement, Lieutenant.

That won't change my recommendation.

It will once you hear the tape.

It wasn't erased.

I switched the labels with a blank one.

The tape of the radio calls is in the comm room.

Thumper, tag or two?

Fire for effect.

Polar.

Direction. One. Three.

Niner. Distance. Two. Six.

Four. Down four zero.

Over.

Bumper. Tiger one.

Did you copy? Tiger two. Over.

Negative. Tiger one.

Okay. Fire for effect.

Polar. Direction. One.

Three. Niner.

Distance. Two. Four. Six.

Down four zero.

Over. I kicked the numbers.

I thought I could cover for you.

But they're gonna charge me with manslaughter because they think I was

I can't.

I'm sorry, buddy.

Even if Lieutenant Williams' motives were apparently honorable, sir,

confiscating and withholding evidence from a JAG investigation is a court

martial offense, sir. He could receive a letter of reprimand or even be

dismissed from the Corps.

If you charge him, you could leave the disposition of this matter in my hands.

Article 15.

Lieutenant Williams has to accept it, sir.

The lieutenant accepts Article 15 from the general, sir. Article 15 is a non

-appealable venue, Lieutenant.

Whatever punishment General Butler deems appropriate, you will serve.

Understood, sir.

Then I leave Lieutenant Williams' punishment in your hands, General.

Thank you, Lieutenant Rabb.

Can I put him on bread and water?

Only for a board sip, sir.

Lieutenant Williams.

Sir. Do you admit withholding evidence from an accident investigation?

Yes, sir.

What do you have to say in defense of your actions, Lieutenant?

I was only doing what I thought was best for the Corps, sir.

Explain yourself, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Boone is an excellent officer, sir.

I knew his error would be entered in his record and limit... perhaps even end

his career.

The same thing could happen to you. I don't intend on making a career out of

Corps, sir. I know my limitations.

I thought it better me than him.

Sir.

Lieutenant Williams, since you have admitted your guilt...

You're restricted to this duty base for one month. You will forfeit all pay and

allowances for one month. And in addition to your regular duties, you

20 hours a week working with a range safety officer until otherwise notified.

Is your punishment clear?

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm sorry, sir. I let you down.

You were in the wrong. There's no question about it.

No, sir.

But your heart was in the right place.

I'm proud of you, son.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, Jane.

Can't say I'll be sorry to see you go, Lieutenant.

We understand, sir.

We're wrapping up Operation Sandblast at 1300.

If you've never seen a Desert Armored assault, this is your chance.

Thank you, sir. That sounds interesting.

And loud.

Wear your earplugs.

What's wrong?

Same thing that's been wrong from the start.

Fire for effect.

Polar. Direction. One. Three.

Niner. Distance. Two.

Six. I don't like it either, Harm, but it's clear who took the numbers.

Something's not right. Tiger One.

Did you copy Tiger Two? Over.

Negative, Tiger One. What's wrong is the good guy messed up and the jerk didn't.

So if you don't need me, sir, I have a call to make.

Aren't you a friend who's going nuts trying to restore tape with nothing on

We have a tape, sir.

Come on, Lieutenant. I know you made a copy of the tape. We thought it was

erased and sent it to someone.

Friendly fire. Friendly fire. Emergency vehicle. That's it.

This tape's a copy.

How can you tell? There's hiss on it.

All this recording equipment here is digital. No hiss.

Someone altered it.

Tina. She had Tina alter the tape on an analog recorder.

All she had to switch was two digits, 4 -6 to 6 -4.

But when she laid it back on dat tape, it picked up the analog tape hiss.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Everything in here is dat, right?

Yes, sir.

There's hiss on that tape.

Oh, we get a bad one every now and then.

With hiss on it?

Yeah. I've heard them whistle.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

He had Tina Holt in that tape.

But we're going to have a hell of a time proving it.

Maybe not, sir.

There's no way your mystery man can restore something that's on the wrong

And who said anything about restoring a tape?

How else?

There are more things in heaven and earth for Raphael than are dreamt of in

philosophy.

Especially in heaven.

Wait here, sir.

Hi, Ollie.

Hi, Meg.

Who's your friend?

That's my partner.

Did you get it?

Got it.

Friend's going to think that I'm a boyfriend.

That's the idea.

Just like your dad, Meg.

Semper Fi.

I'm not even gonna... Ask what, sir?

Lieutenant.

They'll eat at you the rest of your life. Fire coordinates, sir.

Or you can learn from it.

Those men can't learn from it, sir.

Fire!

No, they can't.

But you can.

And I think it could make you better off.

Sir, with this accident on my record, I'll never make higher than captain.

Sorry, sir, I didn't know. Nothing wrong with being a Marine captain, Boone. I'm

damn proud of it.

Fire!

Jim Reed, where's Lieutenant Williams?

Spotting, up front. I need to get to him.

What? To arrest him.

You didn't kick those numbers, Lieutenant Boone. He did.

I know.

But the tape... He'll do.

Lieutenant, take these officers to Lieutenant Wade. Aye, aye, sir.

Fire!

Oh, dandy.

How's that for nailing them, Gomez?

On the numbers, Lieutenant.

No, I never would have thought it.

What's that, Lieutenant?

Arrange better sober than drunk.

Heya, boonie. Son of a bitch!

You! You kicked those numbers!

What are you talking about?

I didn't do!

Number. Tag or two.

Fire for effect.

Polar. Direction. One. Three.

Niner. Distance.

Lieutenant Williams, I'm placing you under arrest for suppressing evidence,

being drunk on duty, and negligent homicide.

Look, I didn't mean to lay it on you, man, but better you than me, right?

You're going to Leavenworth, Lieutenant, for 15 years.

No way.

There's nowhere to go, Jay.

The hell there isn't.

I'm not going to let you run, Jay. Not this time.

Don't do it, Bunny. I'll shoot you. Jay, don't.

Give me a first aid kit.

I am not going to go back and face my old man. Not when Mexico is this close.

You'll never make it. Watch me.

Radio for a helicopter. We've got to get him to a hospital.

Well,

looks like they're going to have to drive you there now, Booney.

Lieutenant, get moving.

Come on, Lieutenant.

Hey, Gomez, tell Gina I'll see her in Mexico.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Rabinoff, reporting as ordered, sir.

With me, Lieutenant.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Well, the surgeon says that Lieutenant Boone will be fit for duty in a month or

two. That's good news, sir. Damn good news. He's a fine officer.

And that baby that Leslie's carrying is a boy.

They tell me they're going to name him after my first son, Mike.

That's nice, sir.

Yes, it's very nice.

It seems everyone's trying to soften the blow.

But I don't want you to.

Sir?

General Butler's trying to tell me that Jay was so upset at what he did, he

drove into the fire zone and tried to commit suicide.

I think he was just trying to get away again.

You're right, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That's all I wanted to know.

Sir. Before he died, Lieutenant Williams asked me to tell you he was sorry.

Doesn't sound like Jay.

He was dying, sir.

He didn't say that, did he?

That's the way I heard it.