All language subtitles for JAG S01E13 Defensive Action

Just need to stop the no -fly zone, Cag.

Whistler, Cag.

Rack and right, 18 angels, 15.

I'm going to go down and try to nudge
our brain back to Serbian airspace.

Roger that.

This ought to be interesting.

Master! Hunts out! Hunts out!

Footage of a Serb hind helicopter being
downed by U .S. Navy fighters over the

Bosnian no -fly zone.

A Navy tomcat was also lost in this
incident.

The fate of its pilot and radar
intercept officer are unknown.

That hind didn't get a tomcat. No, the
tomcat had a catastrophic failure and

exploded as the crew ejected. Did the
CAG know that, or did he think the hind

was responsible?

He knew it. He destroyed the hind, he
claims, because it was strafing our boys

in their chutes.

That's it.

The Serbs deny it. They claim the hind
was approaching to render assistance.

Well, we're not taking their word over
the CAG.

No, but the state's conducting an
investigation, and their only interest

keeping their peace agreement intact.

This downing could break the accord, and
the CAG could get caught in the middle

and be sacrificed in the name of peace.

When do we leave, sir? As soon as we
light up.

Please.

Wife have a baby, sir?

Not that I know of.

This just came over from the Secretary
of the Navy.

Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander
Rapp.

Better makes me wish you were around
when I got my promotion, Lieutenant.

Mr. Rav, good to have you back aboard,
sir. Good to be here, Chief. This is

Lieutenant J .D. Austin.

Ma 'am, Skipper's expecting you if you
follow me.

old message, don't you, sir?

Only when I'm back on board or seeing
Jack shaving in the morning in my

eating a pizza, watching a movie.

Well, a tag has a habit of speaking his
mind, sir.

It's the sort of thing that can be taken
the wrong way, if you know what I'm

saying. It's also the sort of thing that
inspires trust in men, Jesus. Yes, sir,

it most certainly does.

Lieutenant J .G. Yoss reporting as
ordered, sir.

As soon as we're done launching, bring
us back to a heading of 250.

Stand at ease.

Congratulations on the promotion,
Lieutenant Commander.

Thank you, sir. Under any other
circumstances, I'd say it's good to see

I concur, sir.

Any word yet on the Tomcat crew?

No sign of them near the crash site, and
nothing from their survival radar.

But we haven't given up hope.

No, sir.

The CAG and his Rio are on the O3 level
in the officer's ward. We'll be needing

separate quarters for our interview,
sir. You aren't suggesting that those

would alter their stories, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Separate interviews is SOP, and under
the circumstances, I think it's best if

do things by the book.

We wouldn't want to give anyone an
excuse to question our findings,

Anyone being the State Department.

Then you're aware of the situation, sir.

Painfully, Commander.

Painfully.

Dismissed.

Lieutenant Rick Miller, late to the
Chief Engineer's office.

I guess they'll give anyone an extra
half -stripe these days.

Yes, sir. At ease.

Captain Boone, Lieutenant J .G. Austin.

My real Lieutenant Arnoldi.

Let's get this over with. I expect you
want to interview us separately.

Yes, sir. There's an empty office
through that hatch, Lieutenant.

Follow me, Lieutenant.

Sorry we didn't go through this, sir.
You're not apologizing for being a

are you, Commander?

No.

When Painter ejected, they were in a
wings -level position.

But by the time Whistle went out, they'd
inverted.

He ejected straight down.

Tanks blew as he went out.

So he was caught in the flames.

It wasn't flames, Lieutenant. It was a
fireball.

His chute wasn't burning, though.

I do know that.

He was fully deployed, and I followed
him until we went after the Hind.

When did you see the Hind?

I never lost sight of him.

You'll carry an F -5 rocket.

One of those will ruin your day if
you're not watching.

Did he fire rockets at the chutes?

No.

That'll be overkill even for the Serbs.
He used his guns.

So you saw the Hind fire, Lieutenant
Painter?

Yes, ma 'am.

You're absolutely certain?

I'm positive.

When I saw him firing on my men, I took
him out and I would do it again.

Peace treaty or no?

That's not an issue here, Keg. The hell
it's not.

The Serbs are going to try to use this
to break up the treaty.

We cannot let the politics of the moment
dictate our conduct when we're put into

a combat situation.

We tried that once in Vietnam.

I know, sir.

What's up, Skipper?

Lieutenant Entwistle's body was
recovered by Serbian forces.

Damn.

I'm sorry, sir.

Did you know him, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

I request an autopsy in Naples before
the body is sent home. If there's any

evidence he was shot, this investigation
will be over, sir. What about Painter?

Nothing so far.

But that isn't all of it, gentlemen.

This just came in from Sinkfair Med.

They didn't even wait for your report,
Commander.

No, sir, they didn't. What is it?

Politics, Lieutenant.

I'm to report to Naples for a general
court -martial.

Some conversations are best left lawyer
to lawyer, sir.

What sort of conversations would those
be?

Exploratory ones, sir, where we feel
each other out and see what kind of case

the other side has.

Well, it's my sixth on the line,
Commander. I'm sitting in.

Very well, sir.

But follow my lead, and remember, I do
the talking.

Well, now, how could I forget that,
Commander? You are the lawyer.

I'm requesting an autopsy on Lieutenant
Entwistle.

Already been ordered by me.

Then you'll agree that if the autopsy
produces evidence of bullet wounds,

drop the charges.

I'm not making any promises.

The violation of a ceasefire is an
extremely serious matter.

They are the violators. They were
shooting at my men. If they were, and

no evidence to support that, who ordered
you to shoot back?

No one. I did it on my own initiative.

And who gave you the right to do that,
Captain? The Navy, the day they handed

my command. I will argue this in court,
not here. No lawyer's going to tell me

how to exercise my command. Sir, with
all due respect, keep your mouth shut.

By the book Lawyering, Commander.

It's the only kind I know how, ma 'am. I
doubt that.

In any case, you're aware I cannot
initiate a pre -trial agreement.

Is she talking a deal?

She can't, sir.

In the military, only the accused and
his lawyers can initiate such a

conversation. Since military personnel
are accustomed to following orders, if

the commander suggested a deal, you
might feel compelled to accept it.

That'll be the day. I don't believe the
captain feels compelled to follow

anything but his own instincts.

You're baiting him, Commander, and
that's out of line.

If I were you, talking hypothetically,
of course, I'd be asking for a deal.

Well, I'm not, but since we're talking
hypothetically, what would that deal be?

Cag resigns, admits his responsibility.

Court martial never happened.

You can go to hell.

Hypothetically.

I can't suggest that my client accept
responsibility for something where he is

not at fault. Then you'd be giving him
very bad advice.

Well, I respect your opinion, Commander,
but the answer is no.

Good day.

Commander.

What they say is true.

What's that, ma 'am?

You're a cowboy.

No, ma 'am, I'm just another JAG lawyer
who considers it an honor to oppose you

in a court -martial.

See if you still feel honored after it's
over, Commander.

Sir.

Commander Krennic has the reputation for
being the best prosecutor in the Navy.

That isn't what worries me. She was
dancing a fast track in Washington.

The state must be applying major
pressure for her conviction for her to

here. Harm, tell me something.

Are you giving up on me?

You know better than that, Cag. I'm just
afraid you may already be convicted.

I'm going to be judged by line officers,
is that right?

Yes, sir. Captain said above.

That's good enough for me.

They won't be judging you in a vacuum,
sir. They have careers, too.

Lieutenant, if there's one thing in the
Navy I have faith in, it's the integrity

of her officers.

Harm! Hey, Harm!

Which is more than I can say for
journalists.

Well, good to see you again, Harm.

Yeah, you too.

Yeah.

Hey, congratulations on the promotion.

I don't think we've been introduced. I'm
Chuck DePalma, Aero Bureau.

Meg Austin.

That was quite a report you filed.

Oh, well, I'm glad you saw it. Where
were you? From what I saw, getting that

footage took a lot of guts.

Well, whatever it takes to get a story.

Mr. DePalma's quite a reporter. He even
took a flight with me once to get a

story. Please, don't remind me. I mean,
I might throw up again just thinking

about it.

Look, how about an exclusive interview,
Cag? My lawyers don't want me speaking.

Harm. Talk to the man, you know cases
aren't tried in the courts anymore

tried in the press and I'm here to let
you put the best possible light on

The only people whose judgment I care
about are my fellow officers in the

States Navy You

know you wouldn't

mind saying that on tape please how'd
you get that footage Chuck?

Matter of being in the right place at
the right time. Sign of a good

really.

Did you see the hind firing?

No. No, we were just shooting B -roll of
the countryside when the hind came up

from behind a ridge and exploded in a
big ball of flames.

Yeah, they only showed the explosion on
the news.

Was there more?

No,

no, no, no, no. Don't go asking for it,
Lieutenant. That's against network

policy. Come on, I'm sure there are
exceptions.

Well, given the right circumstances,
yeah.

Why don't we talk about what those
circumstances might be?

Knock it off, Lieutenant.

Good day, Mr. De Palma.

Yes, all right, good day. Look, we could
talk over dinner.

Yeah, right. Well, nice to see you.

Lieutenant, do not ever disgrace your
uniform like that again.

Sir, I was just... I know what you were
doing.

All due respect, sir, you do not know
what I was doing.

You thought you did, but you thought
wrong.

Permission to be excused, sir.

Granted.

Lieutenant Austin is straight up, sir.

All she would have done was try to get
Mr. DePalma to give us the tape.

Harm, I don't like the way you people
fight. You don't have to, sir.

All you have to do is stay out of our
way.

Thank you.

Captain Thomas Boone, you are accused of
violating a lawful general order,

Article 92 of the Uniform Code of
Military Justice.

How do you plead?

The accused please not guilty, Your
Honor.

Very well, please be seated.

Commander Krennic, you... What

is it, sir?

Those wouldn't just be well -dressed
reporters back there, would they?

We're closed to the press, sir.

I'm afraid they're from state gang.

Commander Krennic, you may proceed.

Thank you.

Your Honor, members of the court
-martial, I come here today with a sad

heavy heart. The officer against whom I
must prefer charges has distinguished

himself time and again during a long
naval career.

But an order to Captain Boone carries
the same weight as one to the freshest

young sailor in our Navy.

When Captain Boone opened fire without
provocation, he disobeyed a lawful

It's as simple and final as that. He
took upon himself a decision that rests

solely with the Commander -in -Chief,
the decision when to commit United

forces to military action.

When you hear the facts, you will have
no choice in this matter.

but to find Captain Boone guilty.

May I call your first witness, Commander
Krennic?

Commander Dooley, did you perform an
autopsy on the remains of Lieutenant

Entwistle? Yes, ma 'am. And can you tell
us the cause of Lieutenant Entwistle's

death? No, not with any certainty.

Why is that, Commander?

Lieutenant Entwistle suffered multiple
traumas as a result of the accident.

Any one of them could have been
responsible for his death.

Elaborate, please.

The flames that generated from the
explosion of his Tomcat were such that

lieutenant suffered severe third -degree
burns over three -quarters of his body.

This alone would most likely have
resulted in death.

In addition, however, I found shrapnel
embedded in the lieutenant's remains.

Did you determine the source of this
shrapnel?

Metallurgic analysis confirms that it
came from the aircraft.

Can you describe to the court the nature
of the injuries caused by this

shrapnel? The shrapnel ruptured
Lieutenant Entwistle's stomach and

severing two arteries.

Commander, based upon your experience as
a forensic pathologist, do you have an

opinion as to whether the shrapnel
injuries would be fatal?

Yes. In my opinion, death would have
been instantaneous.

Commander Dooley, you've described to
the court a lengthy examination.

During this examination, did you find
any evidence of bullet wounds?

No, I did not. None whatsoever?

None, ma 'am.

You're a witness, Commander.

Commander, from what you've just
described, Lieutenant Entwistle suffered

significant internal injuries. Is that
correct? That's correct, yes.

In fact, Commander, isn't it true that
some of Lieutenant Entwistle's internal

organs were not recovered?

Also correct, Commander.

And isn't it true that the internal
organs you did recover were so badly

it would be impossible to determine if a
bullet passed through the organs?

Yes, that's true. So, given the
condition of the body, Commander, isn't

that a number of bullets could have
penetrated without detection?

Objection, Your Honor.

Commander Rabb's question is ambiguous.

A number is very imprecise.

Sustained. Be more specific, Commander
Rabb.

Yes, Your Honor.

Commander, could two bullets have passed
through undetected?

Yes. What about three bullets,
Commander?

Possibly, but not likely. So at least
two slugs could have hit Lieutenant

Entwistle without leaving a trace.

Yes. How many slugs could have missed,
Commander?

Missed? Your Honor, I object. There is
no way for Commander Dooley to ascertain

how many bullets may have missed a body.

I withdraw the question, Your Honor.

The Commander is correct.

There is no way for any of us to
determine how many rounds fired by the

missed.

No further questions.

That was brilliant harm.

Well, I don't know about that, but it
was a start listen to you, too You sound

like a couple of nuggets who just shot a
hole in a tow target.

Are you right? We didn't do much damage
and you're right. It was a start captain

We need to talk Naval officer to naval
officer not

without his attorneys present I'll see
you later Cag, you can't do this. The

hell I can't. You're dismissed,
Commander. You too, Lieutenant.

I'm listening, Commander.

I just received intelligence that the
regular serve army is poised to cross

border. I didn't know they gave that
kind of info to lawyers. I got it

from State.

Oh, well, then it must be true.

You're a warrior, Cag.

If this thing blows up into a shooting
war, those are your men going up in the

air.

I know that better than you.

Sometimes a warrior has to fall on his
sword for the good of the cause.

Hardest thing a warrior has to do.

You're asking me to resign for the good
of the Navy.

State believes they can defuse this if
you admit you made a mistake.

They were shooting at my men.

I believe you.

What, you're still going to prosecute?
If it'll stop us from going to war, yes.

That's the wrong reason, Commander.

Is it?

I'll sleep on it. I knew you would.

Teddy Roosevelt.

Pulled in this afternoon.

She'll be relieving the Seahawk off
Bosnia Friday.

But it's not politically correct to call
a ship she anymore.

You don't have to worry about being
politically correct with me.

What did it feel like, Arm?

Knowing you'd never fly off a carrier
again.

It was terrible.

Until I found another way to serve.

Well, you're a young man. A lot easier
to adjust.

It wasn't easy, Kay.

No, I'm sure it wasn't.

I wonder how it's going to feel flying
drunken tourists to Vegas.

What did Commander Krennic say to you,
sir?

She says the Bosnian Serbs are going to
use my action to blow off the peace

treaty. It could lead to an all -out
Balkan war with us in the middle. She

no right to approach you like that, Keg.
Well, I'd lay down my life for my men.

Why not my career?

I'd rather see you leave that to the
seven line officers than one scared jag

lawyer, sir.

You think she's scared?

Well, she wouldn't be talking to you if
she wasn't. I know Commander Krennic's

reputation, sir.

She'll use any tactic to win.

Put me in the air, Harm. I know how to
read these things.

That's why I'm here, sir.

To provide the reed.

Just don't use tea leaves now.

I saw Lieutenant Entwistle's chute
deploy, and I followed him down until we

the run on the hind.

Did you see the hind before your attack?

Yes, ma 'am. I saw it firing on the
chute.

You're sure, Lieutenant?

I'm absolutely certain.

No further questions.

How many patrols have you flown over
Bosnia, Lieutenant?

Five. Was the CAG your pilot in all
five?

Yes, he was.

That's quite an honor.

An extreme honor.

Lieutenant, would you mind turning your
chair to face the monitor?

Is this an accurate representation of
the various aircraft positions when

Lieutenants Painter and Entwistle
ejected?

Yes, it is.

First Lieutenant Painter ejected, then
the aircraft rolled to port, and

Lieutenant Entwistle ejected from an
inverted position.

Is that correct?

Affirmative. You followed Lieutenant
Entwistle's chute until the CAG turned

abruptly starboard to destroy the Hind.

Affirmative. What did the Hind do?

Broke into us as we came around.

Did it fire on you?

No, ma 'am.

Cag was too quick for it. He nailed him
in the middle of the turn.

Was that a high G turn?

Well, the G meter pegs at the max Gs
pulled in any flight.

I saw it pegged at 9 Gs, and since that
snap turn was the most violent maneuver

of the flight, it had to be at 9 Gs.

So, you were watching Lieutenant
Entwistle shoot when the Cag said he saw

hind firing.

He immediately executed a 9 G turn in
the middle of which he blew the hind

Yes, ma 'am, except I saw the hind
firing also.

How did you do that, Lieutenant?

Ma 'am? You just testified that you were
watching Lieutenant Entwistle shoot on

the port side of your aircraft.

How did you see the hind firing on the
starboard side?

Well, I must have seen it firing as we
turned.

But at that point, you said it wasn't
firing. The CAG was too quick.

Nailed him in the middle of the turn, to
use your words. I repeat... How could

you see the hind firing if it was on the
starboard side of your plane and you

were looking to port?

The CAD said the hind was firing and
immediately executed a 9G turn.

I believe you experienced stagnant
hypoxia, causing a grayout, and your

the rest.

Objection. What the prosecutor believes
is irrelevant.

Sustained. A withdrawal statement.

I wasn't having a gray out. I wasn't
fixating on anyone in a chute. I kept my

eye on the target. The target being the
hind.

Affirmative. Why call it a target if
there had been no enemy action?

In the air, I consider any military
aircraft a potential target unless it

belongs to the United States of America.

I see you fought in Vietnam, in the Gulf
War.

You were even an advisor to the
Israelis.

I fly where the Navy sends me.

Ever been shot down, Captain?

June 14th, 1967, over the Gulf of
Tonkin. By whom, Captain?

It was a friendly fire incident.

In fact, you were mistaken for a MiG.

So the pilot said.

What were you flying at the time?

An F -8B Crusader. Does the Crusader's
profile look anything like that of a

No, it does not. But that's what the
pilot saw.

He was in enemy airspace.

And having encountered MiGs earlier in
the day, his brain turned your Crusader

into a MiG.

He was an Air Force pilot.

When you went up over Bosnia that day,
wasn't it with a sense of anticipation?

On the day my heart isn't pounding when
I'm sitting on that catapult, that's the

day I retire.

You knew you might see action.

I was nearly shot down not more than 20
miles from the current incident.

You're on full alert at all times.

Commander, I'm on full alert flying over
Oklahoma.

So there you are, flying in the same
airspace where you were attacked only a

months ago.

Suddenly, your wingman has a fire and
his plane explodes.

It's a terrible sight.

You wouldn't begin to know. You want to
do everything in your power to help your

men, but there's nothing you can do.
Except remove the threat.

Exactly. Your men are down, you're
angry, you're in a place where you've

shot at before, and you have to do
something.

I did not attack the Hind out of
frustration. I attacked it because it

strafing my men. I believe you, Captain.

I believe your mind told you the Hind
was firing, just as that Air Force

mind told him your crusader was a MiG.

Tragically, you both were wrong.

I can't say I think much of your
profession.

I can't say I blame you. There are times
I don't think much of it myself.

How bad is it?

Under ordinary circumstances, they
haven't proven their case.

But with the pressure of the state's
security... That's a panel of naval line

officers, mister.

Oh, I'm not saying that won't be fair,
Cag.

But they're under as much pressure as we
are.

Well, hello, hello, hello.

So, did you get the word?

That Rio, what's his name?

Painter? Painter, right. Well, the
scuttlebutt is his emergency beacon went

Has a rescue mission been launched?

No, there's not going to be a rescue
mission, at least not until this trial's

over. What?

Washington's worried that the whole
thing's a trap. They're waiting for

confirmation.

What do they expect Painter to do, phone
home?

Where are you going, sir? I'm going out
to the Seahawk to climb all over the

Skipper's six. You can't do that. You're
in the middle of a court, Marshal. I am

not going to abandon Painter. You won't
have to. Sir, I'll go to the Seahawk.

Lieutenant, I'm turning the CAG's
defense over to you.

Me? Commander, I don't... What's the
matter, Lieutenant?

You're afraid you can't handle it?

Yes, sir.

Well, you're going to have to learn,
Lieutenant.

I don't suppose I can report any of
this.

Nah, didn't think so.

You need to fly over the area for your
defense of the CAG? Yes, sir.

And I'm supposed to approve that?

No, sir, I'm ordering it. It's the JAG
officer in charge of the CAG's defense,

sir.

Don't let that extra bar go to your
head, mister.

No, sir.

However, I've got a man out there who
may be hurt.

Washington won't let me go after him
without confirmation.

No, sir.

No. You've got your overflight in a
thief's mouth.

Marines have been known to jump out of
it.

Of course, they're highly trained and a
touch crazy.

But so are some Navy lawyers I know.

Yes, sir.

can lift you out with the penetrator if
you can find a clearing that'd be better

no scheduled flights the radio direction
finder will drop you right smack down

on whoever's sending that signal what if
it's not painter just don't play the

hero prison's better than a pine box all
right i can rescue you from a prison

that's what i like about you marines
always looking for a silver lining

Well,

there's only one way to find out.

Good morning, sir. Lieutenant, any word
on Commander Rabb?

No, sir.

Captain, I've been thinking. If you
believed you were meant to be in danger,

that alone could justify the action you
took, even if you were mistaken, sir.

But I wasn't mistaken, Lieutenant.

Better a black mark on your record than
a conviction, sir.

If I made a mistake, I should suffer the
consequences, Lieutenant, but I didn't.

I know, sir, and I believe you, but
sometimes discretion is the better part

valor. Lieutenant Austin, if I believed
that, I would never catapult off a

carrier again.

Sir, you may never fly again if you
don't.

If I go down, I go down fighting.

Sir?

I want to address that board.

You can't, sir. Only lawyers can make
closing arguments.

Can I be my own lawyer?

Technically, sir, but I don't...
Lieutenant, you're fired.

He fired me, sir, and wishes to act as
his own counsel.

Did you divide some of the consequences
of doing so?

I did, Your Honor, in no uncertain
terms.

This is highly unusual.

The CAG is a highly unusual individual,
sir.

Your Honor, first the senior defense for
the counsel doesn't appear, and now the

defendant wants to make the closing
argument. I don't know what their game

but you should not allow it.

Counselor, I'll decide what I should or
should not allow.

Of course, Your Honor, I didn't mean to
imply otherwise.

But I hope Your Honor would agree that
this is not in the defendant's best

interest. Or perhaps not in the
prosecution's.

Eh, Commander?

I'll allow it.

Lieutenant, I'm ordering you to serve as
legal advisor.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong?

This isn't... The war won't.

No.

I must have injured it when I ejected.

Gentlemen, peace or war may be hanging
on the outcome of this trial, but that

should not be a factor in your decision
any more than Captain Boone's exemplary

record.

Then why did she mention it? The guilt
or innocence... Mark, sir, please.

man in suit. ...on the facts.

And what are the facts?

The hind was destroyed. That is a fact.

Its five crewmen were killed. That is a
fact.

There were no bullet holes found in
Lieutenant Entwistle's body. That is a

And the only corroborating witness for
the defense, Lieutenant Arnaldi, could

not possibly have seen the hind firing.

That is a fact.

And there, gentlemen, the facts end.

Captain Boone thought he saw what he did
not.

He made a mistake.

This is a mistake, gentlemen.

That the Navy cannot, not now, not ever,
allow to go unpunished.

Thank you.

The defense may now address the court.

She almost convinced me.

Given up on us, Captain?

That'll be the day.

Gentlemen, since I am not a lawyer, I'll
be brief.

I am a naval aviator with 11 ,000 flying
hours, 908 of which were in

combat.

I know gunfire when I see it. I did not
imagine it.

The hind was firing at my men as they
hung helpless in their chutes. What I

I would do again without hesitation,
even if doing so meant ending my naval

career. God knows it is not a career I
wish to end. That will happen soon

enough. But better that than to break
the sacred trust.

between an officer and those he commands
to do whatever is in his power to

protect them.

Not only when such action is obvious or
politically correct, but even when it is

sure to be unpopular and questioned.

The day that I can no longer live up to
that trust, you will not have to ask for

my resignation, gentlemen. It will be
tendered without hesitation.

We're going to court -martial the CAG.

They say that hind was attempting to
render humanitarian assistance when he

it away.

How big is that?

Was it scraping you?

If the cags said they did, they did.

Can you say they did?

I don't even remember going out.

After I pulled the handle's arm, all I
remember is hanging in the trees.

Hell, I'll testify that they were
shooting at us.

You know you can't do that.

Can you make it?

I spotted a clearing half a mile down
the swamp.

Sorry.

It's okay.

We'll get the Marines to pull us out of
here.

Sir?

Ma 'am?

I feel no word from Commander Radd.

If Painter's alive, he'll find them.

I hope so, sir.

Then even if the board finds you guilty,
Lieutenant Painter's testimony can get

it overturned on appeal.

Is that why you think I'm worried about
Painter, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

I just thought it would be the icing on
the cake.

She's gone.

Who, sir?

The Teddy Roosevelt.

Slipped away in the night.

One minute she's there, the next minute
she's over the horizon.

Sir, ma 'am.

The board is returning with a verdict.

Lieutenant, whatever the outcome, you
make a hell of a wingman.

Thank you, sir.

Or a lawyer.

This board has reached a verdict, a
verdict which need not be unanimous, nor

it.

Captain Thomas Boone, by a majority of
four to three, we find you not guilty.

This proceeding is at an end.

Captain Boone, you're free to return to
your command.

Dismissed. Aye, aye, sir.

Congratulations. That was a brilliant
closing argument.

It was the truth.

I know.

That's why it was brilliant.

Perhaps now you can tell me where
Commander Rabb is.

Somewhere in Bosnia trying to find
Lieutenant Painter.

He really is a cowboy.

No, Commander. He's a naval aviator who
knows what it means to put it on the

line. Now let's get the hell out of here
and back to the action, huh?

Yes, sir.

Captain?

I'd like to go with you. Why not,
Commander? You might learn something.

Three's inbound.

Shoot everyone.

There he

is. T -Hawk, we got him.

Two's back.

We have to use the penetrator.

Damn it!

weekend in the mountains, sir.

Well, next time you ask, by permission
first.

Aye, sir.

Here we are.

Harp!

Well?

Well, what, sir?

What was the verdict?

Amazingly, it was four to three.

Not guilty.

Should have been unanimous.

I'll be damned.

12 .7 millimeters.

Standard ammunition on a Soviet hive.

I'd love to see the faces of the three
officers who voted guilty when they hear

about this.

No way of knowing who they are.

Oh, I know who they are.

You do?

Hell yes, I do.