All language subtitles for JAG S01E16 High Ground

Because of your God -given abilities,
you have the unique opportunity to

Marine Corps Snappers.

In today's warfare, where nearly 200
,000 rounds are fired for each enemy

Marine Corps Scout Snapper average is 1
.3 rounds

per kill.

If you follow carefully the instructions
I give you, you will live a long, And

happy life.

But screw one thing up.

In even the slightest way.

And you will go home in a body bag.

At ease on the fire line.

Welcome to the range, Colonel.

Thank you, Gunnery Sergeant.

At ease.

You're a lucky man, Crackett.

Yes, sir.

Bosnia.

Best duty a U .S. Marine could hope for.

I don't understand.

I only wish I was going with you. Sir,
if you'll permit me, I think a mistake

has been made.

You ship out tomorrow at 0600,
destination Tuzla Air Base.

But my boys need me, sir.

Peacekeepers in Bosnia need you more,
Gunny. Sir, if you'll permit me, I made

deal with Colonel Garcia.

If I could just explain.

Get his replacement out here ASAP.

Inspector. One round in the magazine,
Gunner Sergeant.

What's your zero, Trevino?

800 meters with 2 .5 right cranked in
for wind. What's the trajectory for...

Say, 1 ,000

meters.

Five meters?

Too much for a decent shot, Gunny.
Wrong, Trevino.

You can see it, you can hit it.

Gunning Like I said boys

objectify your target fire between the
heartbeat

Loop up.

There were a total of 18 shots that
night.

Gunnery, we found 18 dead NVA all around
my position.

All killed with single shots.

All killed by one sniper.

When we got back to base, we heard the
Marine recon had a man up in the trees,

Lance Corporal Ray Crockett. And now
he's a gunnery sergeant taking pot shots

Fullbird Colonel.

Tracked him down in Saigon.

Wouldn't even let me buy him a drink.
Didn't want to dull his senses.

Snipers can be pretty hardcore.

It's called over the edge.

Sir, if Ray Crockett took a shot at
Colonel Gordon, it'll be hard to avoid a

general court -martial, Admiral. Fair
investigation first, that's all I ask.

When the press gets hold of this... See
that they don't?

Man saved my life, damn it.

Do what you can to save his.

Understood, sir.

I'm on my way.

Perhaps I should accompany Commander Rad
to Quantico, sir.

He can handle this on his own.

Yes, sir.

A fine move by Jag getting the jump on
this, Commander.

The sooner you're done with Crockett,
the better for troop morale.

Done, sir.

What exactly are the penalties for
attempted murder of a superior officer,

Commander? UCMJ gives the Corps pretty
wide latitude, Colonel. Anything from a

dishonorable to 20 years confinement.

What about a firing squad?

Would have to be a capital offense.

One of you would have to be dead, sir.

Do you understand that Admiral Check
wouldn't want this matter contained?

This isn't the Navy, Commander.

We Marines clean our own house.

Let the media bottom feed off crap like
tail hook.

I just want the full force of justice
brought to bear on Gunnery Sergeant

Crockett. We're prepared for an Article
32 prelim to a general court -martial.

Following the investigation of all the
pertinent facts.

You want a pertinent fact?

Crockett scoped me with a rifle and
pulled the trigger.

Is that pertinent enough for you,
mister?

Yes, sir.

You just have to know how to wait, sir.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rath.

Admiral Chegwood sent me to see you.

Says he still owes you one. Yes, sir. If
he says so, sir.

As you were, Gunner, sir.

He was just a young lieutenant at the
time.

Tells quite a story about a 9 of the 10
old river back in Nam.

Says he saved his life.

I've saved a lot of young lieutenants'
lives.

Admiral's name?

Don't ring any bells.

I've been assigned to represent you
during your Article 32 investigation.

Greet the wheels where I can. I don't
need any help, sir.

I'm holding the high ground.

The man who holds the high ground
usually calls the shots.

It'd be kind of hard for him in here.
Maybe so.

But I'm going to make the Marine Corps
live up to our deal.

See, sir, I just need three more years.

I can retire with everything I need.

I just have to stay here at Quantico,
sir. No more combat assignments.

That's my deal.

Agreed to by both Colonel Garcia and
Colonel Ainsworth.

You explain this to Colonel Gordon? I've
tried, sir.

He wouldn't listen.

So I had to get his attention.

Attempting to kill a man is a hell of a
way to get his attention.

I don't kill people anymore, sir. But
that's what snipers do, Gunny. That's

you've been training your men for.

Nobody trains you for what happens when
you kill a man.

My last kill, that boy went straight up
in the air.

Arms and legs thrashing.

Blood spewing around like something
beyond human.

Sounds pretty ugly.

They were all ugly.

Colonel Garcia said I'd be valuable
here, teaching the troops how to stay

See, I know things, sir.

For instance, I know you're either a
cross -dressing weirdo or you work real

close with a woman.

Perfume. Lilacs.

French, I'd say.

You're out in the woods. You don't need
to see it, dog. You can smell it.

Like I said, I know things, sir.

You know you're facing a court -martial.

I wouldn't count on it, sir.

Jack, how many hours do you have?

How'd it go?

Well, Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's a
pretty interesting guy.

Well, you couldn't prove it by this.

What's not deleted is encrypted.

Why would they do this?

It's called morality, Pentagon style.

John Wayne was never a bushwhacker.

But I don't understand.

You seem so eager to go down there and
take the bull by the horn.

I was. I am.

I just have a feeling I'm about to be
gored by the bull. How am I supposed to

defend or even investigate a man who is
an official Marine Corps enigma?

If you can't handle the case, I'll be
happy to send down someone more

I can handle the case.

It would just be nice to have a little
help getting some background on Gunnery

Sergeant Crockett. Excuse me, Commander,
but did I just hear the H -word?

What?

Help. It sounds like you're asking for
my help. I didn't say that.

Perhaps you should.

Yes, ma 'am, perhaps I should.

I would appreciate any... help that you
could provide.

I'll do what I can.

And, Commander, you'll owe me.

Colonel Gordon had a dozen men at my
door at 0600 to give statements against

Sergeant Crockett. He has a way of
getting what he wants.

Where is everybody?

There was a guard here before.

Crockett. No.

Jack!

It's Crockett, ma 'am.

Recovery's been penetrated. I got
weapons missing.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett's escaped,
sir. Call the provost marshal. Lock it

down. Yes, sir. I don't want Crockett
getting off this base.

Looks like your JAG investigation is
over, Commander.

They'll never spot him from the air,
sir. Like hell they won't.

Lieutenant has a point, sir.

That Bernie Gilley suit can't be seen
from five feet away. UAS, TAC -4,

infrared, Commander.

Croc above room temperature, we'll find
him. Then what? Then we go down and get

him. My regrets to Admiral Chegwith.

But under the circumstances, I think
he'll understand.

Jag still has an interest in this
matter. Your matter has just escaped the

brig's stolen government weapons and
headed for the hills.

Now.

That rig, those weapons, those hills and
the men in them are my interests.

So why don't you and the lovely
lieutenant go have your nice uniforms

while my men conduct a business of the
United States Marine Corps.

Lieutenant!

Lovely lieutenant.

I think he likes you.

That should have cleared the deer out of
the valley.

Now we can make an infrared path.

Here's his room, Mick.

General Surgeon Ray Crockett.

You really think we'll find something in
here to bring Crockett out of the

woods?

At this point, the more we know about
him, the better our chances of keeping

alive. Suppose I told you he was a
tennis player.

Right. Check it out, sir. Wimbledon.

It's the Marine Corps Wimbledon Cup. It
goes to the best long -distance rifleman

in the service.

He won it six years in a row.

Terrific. If he digs in with Gordon
going after him, we won't just have

action, we'll have dead maroons.

Perhaps this can help prevent that.

Commander. As you were. We didn't expect
to see you here.

I informed Commander Krennic we were
having trouble getting a background on

Crockett. Actually, he used the H -word.

The H -word, ma 'am? Help.

I brought these just in case you ever
get your hands on Crockett again.

His entire service record book, non
-redacted.

It's Crockett's kill book.

Kill book?

Yeah, combat snipers usually keep a
record of each and every assignment.

Targets, assessments, results.

163 entries.

Imagine one person killing 163 men.

Yeah, well, it's real easy to imagine if
you've ever fired a Tomahawk missile in

combat.

I'd like a billet and BOQ. Yes, ma 'am.
I'll check with Colonel Gordon's office.

I want this mess wrapped up before the
weekend.

That doesn't leave me much time.

I planned an officer's retreat at
Admiral Cheg Wooden's beach house on

Head. I expect you to attend.

I may have to send my regrets to the
Admiral.

Actually, the Admiral won't be there.

Just you and me.

My chopper got an infrared fix on
Crockett. They found him?

Dug into an oak grove halfway up the
mountain.

Whoa.

Sir, that's not the high ground.

High enough.

Made a damn good time for a man his age.

But I told you we'd spot him.

What are they going to do, Scott? Their
orders are to bring him back.

One way or another.

I'm going with him. The hell you are.
Sir, either I'm on that chopper or I'll

start you with interfering in a JAG
investigation.

That'll never fly.

Probably not, Colonel. But we all know
that JAG charges, regardless of outcome,

frequently have a chilling effect on
career advancement.

So why not let Commander Rapp have his
little helicopter ride, sir?

Commander, the last thing we should do
is make a show of firepower.

I forgot, you're a lawyer.

He's going to talk Crockett out of the
woods.

There he is. I got an infrared
signature.

Blink them.

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

It's all over, Gunny.

It's a wild boar.

But it staked out, Lieutenant.

Who did this?

Who the hell do you think?

Sorry, boys.

You're on my turf now.

Light control, ident.

This is Connery Sergeant Ray Crockett.

Advise Colonel Gordon to send his
chopper back out here and tell him to

body bags.

drop on it, sir.

He said, quote, tell the colonel I want
my deal, unquote.

Then he took our gear and disappeared
into the bush. One man did this.

He's good, colonel.

Where's Commander Rapp?

Dropped off our patrol, ma 'am.

Did a lone ranger.

I don't think much of his chances.

You don't know the commander.

You don't know the gunny.

Move out!

I'm gonna suck off of that one,
Commander.

Yes,

sir! Stand down, Lieutenant. You're not
going anywhere.

My partner's out there, sir.

This is a live fire exercise,
Lieutenant. There are no timeouts.

Not a place for knocking back. The JAG
officer goes where cases take her, sir.

I hope that the JAG officer knows how to
cover her back.

Katia's on her own.

Okay, Gunny.

I'm alone.

If that'd been a mine instead of a
flare, you'd be dead, Commander.

I appreciate your restraint.

I thought... I thought Jag was full of
puffballs.

But you got some gung -ho in you.

How'd you find my hide?

Part of a misspent youth in Laos with a
guy named Stryker.

Not Colonel Francis Stryker.

Only his mother called him Francis.

Here, yank him a wire.

Stryker and I humped our way through
Indian country back in the 71 1971 You

patrolling the Cade River. You're too
young to know about the Cade River Or

Stryker. My father was MIA when I was
16. I went looking for him with Stryker

16, huh?

Throw down the cave bar commander stand
up turn around Put your hands on your

head Walk backwards

You and your spotter had a company
-sized element of NVA pinned down near

cave. It was early April.

You took out an NVA officer with your
first shot. You had three confirmed hits

that day, four probables.

The only reason you bailed, your spotter
came down with dysentery. You carried

him on your back ten clicks to the LZ.

That's classified information.

Nobody's supposed to know about that.

It's in your kill book.

You're the best the Marines ever had. I
don't want to let them forget it.

Truth is, I never liked the job.

I just got good at it.

You know we have to go back.

How do I get my deal?

Here.

At least two of them.

Three more than likely.

Kyle's a good line officer. He knows the
drill.

Trouble is, he forgets.

I wrote most of it.

We're getting way too many weapons in
the field, Gunny. You know better than

anyone this can't have a happy ending.

I think it's time to change your makeup,
Commander.

Let's go.

Tango leader to Tango 1.

Comp check.

One.

Tango 2?

Two.

What now?

Now, you see, the Navy knows how to do
anything besides eat fancy.

You're the spotter.

Dead ahead, say about 1 ,000 meters
between 10 and 2.

That's our target.

How do you know?

I told you I know things.

That's what's kept me alive.

Like Beirut in 83?

You read about that, too, huh?

That was lousy duty.

But that Shiite sniper I faced was maybe
the best I ever dueled.

Every day around lunchtime, he'd set out
the bombed -out building.

Just like he was running a falafel
stand.

He just squeezed off a few shots at the
Marines guarding the airport, and then

he pulled back for lunchtime the next
day.

Because of the open ground, I couldn't
work in close enough.

My regular smoke pole.

Get off a reliable shot.

You never heard of a mortar?

No. There's too many civilians in the
area.

I needed reach and reliability.

So I had the company armorer rig me up
a...

Browning 50.

Took me nearly a week to get that shot.

Afterwards, the spotter paced it off.

He said it was 2 ,500 meters.

A mile and a half?

Browning's a fine weapon.

You find it yet, Commander?

Will you tell me?

It's between 1 and 2 o 'clock, left of
the fallen tree trunk. Looks like a boot

heel.

Very good, Commander.

You got good eyes.

Yeah, except for night carrier landings.

Can't work in Coquitlango on them. They
peg us for sure.

So we call it a draw?

No such thing as a draw, Commander.

Leader to one.

One, this is leader.

Leader to two.

Two.

Two, we lost comm with one. What's your
sit rep?

No joy.

No more.

Well, like the song says, you go your
way, I'll go mine.

I can't convince you to come back with
me. No way.

Not until I get my deal.

Let's go, Marine.

We're walking out of here.

You double -dealing son of a bitch. I'm
trying to save your life.

You read about me, so you think you
know.

But you don't.

Most men don't have what it takes.

Look another man in the eye and pull the
trigger.

You've got the high ground now.

Take your shot.

One shot.

to take this.

Don't ever let me see you in my scope,
Commander.

Morning, Colonel.

Commander Rabb.

To what do I owe the honor of your
company this fine morning?

I was hoping we might discuss Gunnery
Sergeant Crockett, sir.

The colonel, he is aware the gunny is
the genuine article. Oh, he's genuine,

right. Genuine homicidal burnout no
longer fit for duty.

On the contrary, sir, I think he
demonstrated what a good Marine sniper

in the face of overwhelming odds. If
that's your idea of humor, mister,

flirting with insubordination.

With all due respect, sir, I'm merely
stating a fact.

For 27 years, the Corps asked Gunnery
Sergeant Crockett to put his soul in

storage. and perform a duty which few
men are capable of.

I submit it's time to give Crockett the
space his soul needs to find some peace,

sir.

If the colonel's trying to run me in the
ground, it won't work, sir. Neither

will playing on my sympathies,
Commander.

Your client is a danger to himself and
others.

He deserves to spend the rest of his
life in the brig.

The colonel may find this interesting
reading.

Ultimate details of 163 confirmed kills.

I know what the gunnery sergeant is,
Commander.

Yes, sir, but you don't know who he is.

If the Colonel will see, Crockett's book
is full.

There are no empty pages, sir.

We're contacting Colonel Ainsworth and
Colonel Garcia.

You really believe in your client, don't
you, Commander?

Yes, sir, I do.

Good.

Because I don't.

Since Colonel Gordon is so hard -headed,
we'll just have to talk some sense into

the gunning. I spent time with the man,
Meg, up close and personal. I'm afraid

the only retreat Crockett understands is
the lowering of colors at sunset.

How can I help you, sir?

Ma 'am? Lieutenant Commander Rav and
Lieutenant J .G. Austin to see Gunnery

Sergeant Crockett. Sorry, Commander.

Prisoner Crockett has requested no
visitors, sir.

We're not visitors, Staff Sergeant
Davies. We're JAG, the Gunnery's our

Yes, ma 'am. Prisoner Crockett has
specifically listed your name to speak

the client to see, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

As you were, Staff Sergeant.

Aye, aye, sir.

What do you do when you're trapped
between an immovable object and an

irresistible force?

Drop and cover, sir.

Lieutenant Commander Radd and Lieutenant
J .G. Austin, reporting as ordered,

sir. Stand at ease.

Ma 'am.

Colonel Gordon and I were just
discussing your case.

In lieu of a general court -martial,
Commander Krennic has convinced me of

wisdom of having Crockett submit to a
706 sanity evaluation.

He's not crazy, sir.

After which he will voluntarily separate
from the service, with loss of

benefits, of course.

and accept a bad conduct discharge
meaning the colonel is prepared to

the deal gunnery sergeant crockett had
with his former ceo there is no record

any deal sir we have a sworn statement
from your predecessors colonels garcia

and ainsworth confirming that there was
a deal damn it lieutenant

The man tried to kill a colonel in the
United States Marine Corps. Begging the

colonel's pardon, sir, if Gunnery
Sergeant Crockett was trying to kill

you'd be dead. A freehand snapshot at a
moving target over a thousand meters

away?

And you have the... the gall to claim he
hit what he was aiming at? Not

gall, sir. Confidence.

Davy Crockett couldn't make that shot.

With your permission, colonel, I'd like
to prove otherwise.

If you're ready, sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Prisoner Crockett is present as ordered,
sir.

Good morning, Colonel.

Morning, Gunnery Sergeant.

Stand at ease.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, is it your
contention you had no malicious intent

when you fired on Colonel Gordon's
vehicle?

Sir, the colonel wouldn't let me explain
my deal.

I was just trying to get the CO's
attention, sir.

The colonel has agreed to let us
duplicate your shot.

Rather than ask the colonel and his aide
to drive the vehicle, that task has

fallen on me.

Sir, the gunnery sergeant meant what he
said when he warned the commander about

not getting into scope.

Your sincerity is not at issue here,
Gunny. Your intentions are.

Attention on the range!

What the hell is he doing here?

Making sense of nonsense, I hope.

I didn't want to see you get yourself
killed.

Well, I'm flattered.

Don't be.

I have enough work without investigating
the death of one of my lawyers.

Morning, Admiral.

Morning, Colonel.

As you were.

Hello, Gunny. Long time.

Yes, sir, Admiral.

Welcome to McRiddick.

I understand you're putting on a
shooting exhibition.

Lovely day for it. Yes, sir.

Little windy and unlike Well,

what are we waiting for sir Are

you sure this is such a good idea sir

late for doubt

Corporal, clear your weapon and present
it to Gunnery Sergeant Kroc.

What's your zero, Tobino?

Johnny, my weapon is zeroed for 800
meters.

Good shot, Gunny.

One shot, one kill.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett, the Corps
cannot allow prior gallantry to be used

an excuse for reckless behavior.

Therefore, I have no choice but to find
you guilty of wanton destruction of

miscellaneous items of government
property.

You are hereby ordered to make full
restitution.

In addition, you're restricted to base
for 60 days at half pay.

Any questions?

Sir. No, sir.

Tenure Chevron's back on.

Turn to duty, Gunny.

Aye, sir.

Thanks, Commander.

You got some major brass.

I'll make you a hell of a snapper. Maybe
next time.

I'll keep it in mind.

Gunnery Sergeant Crockett.

I believe I still owe you a drink if
you're done shooting for the day.

Sir.

I'd be honored, sir.

Still don't remember him, do you, Gunny?

Commander.

Gunnery Sergeant don't tell a two -star
you don't remember him.

Lieutenant Austin, you're dismissed
until 0700 hours Monday.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Commander Rapp.

Sir, why don't you join us?

Aye, sir.

Big plans for the weekend, Commander?

Not anymore.