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What the hell is it, doctor?

Don't know yet. Probably something from the meth hall.

I just hope it isn't botulism. Get those people over to the VA hospital. Now. In

town, some of them are prisoners, ma 'am. They're trustees.

Now, if you're finished questioning me, they need care and this infirmary is

maxed. Yes, ma 'am. I'll know when you are.

Hey, hey, I'll take him.

What do you mind?

It's all right.

Peter, you okay?

I know you're not okay.

Let's get you out of here.

I got another one down here.

Something wrong, Bones?

Not anymore.

Foreman?

Foreman, I got you.

Sit down over here.

Following in his father's footsteps as a naval aviator, Lieutenant Commander

Harmon Rabb, Jr. suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat on a storm -tossed

carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness, Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate

General Corps, which investigates, defends, and prosecutes the law of the

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah McKenzie, he now fights in and out

the courtroom with the same daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the

air.

My ladies.

Leave it to the Marines.

Most people do.

First down the beach and first to break out a grot and break.

No one's ever broken out a grot.

You're not kidding.

My God.

This Megida must be one resourceful Marine.

When you're done simplifying, can you point me in the direction of the

file? The Admiral's got a bug up his six about the appeal.

I think it's over there.

The military judge must ensure that the entire agreement complies with... Big

test tonight.

Oh, uh, here's the brief you wanted, ma 'am.

Thanks, bud.

RCM 910F4.

Uh, ma 'am? The military judge must ensure that the entire agreement

with RCM 910F4.

That's it.

RCM 910F4.

I mean, yes, ma 'am. Thank you, ma 'am.

RCM 910F4.

You think he'll pass?

Pre -trial agreement.

The military judge must make sure that the entire agreement complies with...

Fire leave, sir.

RCM 910F4.

How do you find anything in here? It's like a free fire zone. I know exactly

where everything is.

Except the billing spot.

Yeah, I don't believe this. Only one guy escaped from Grottenberg in a hundred

years, and they don't tell us how.

He created a medical emergency.

He spiked the water supply with a homegrown bacteria that mimicked

overwhelmed the prison infirmary, and he escaped in the confusion.

Could you be a little more specific with your directions, Meg?

Try over there.

How did he know how to grow the culture?

Biology correspondence courses.

He knew the emergency response plan evacuated trustees to the local VA

so he pretended he was sick, punched out a corpsman in the ER, and walked out in

a guy's clothes.

Clever boy.

Whoa. He's a spy, 20 years for espionage.

Yeah, he handed classified information to an Israeli Mossad agent in Tel Aviv.

Thanks, Arthur.

Be sure to put it back where you got it.

Yes, it was.

Corporal Fletcher from the provost marshal's office with documents for

Chegwitten.

No one said you were coming.

Figures.

It's like a zoo in the office all day.

Fine by me.

Sir, a courier from the PMO is here.

Send him in.

Ask Commander Rav if he intends to talk to me about the Billings Appeal before

TAP. Yes, sir.

You're on, Corporal.

Commander Rav?

Sir, Corporal Legida reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Corporal. This is an office, not a parade deck.

Unlock your briefcase, hand me the documents, I'll sign the release and you

go.

Something wrong, Corporal? You don't remember me, do you, sir?

No, I don't, Corporal.

Why don't you refresh my memory?

Corporal Megida, this court martial finds you guilty of the charge of

You are sentenced to forfeit all pay and allowances, to be reduced to the rank

of private, to be confined for 20 years, and to be dishonorably discharged from

the United States Marine Corps.

You remember now, sir?

I remember.

All I ever wanted was to be a Marine, sir.

That's all I cared about from the time I could say thumper bye.

You're going back into custody, Private.

Put down the phone, sir.

Put down that weapon, Private. Sir!

Corporal, sir.

I am a corporal.

My stripes were taken illegally, sir.

That was an order, Private.

With all due respect, I'm giving you the order, sir.

Put down that phone.

The Admiral really say you want to see me before taps, or were you

You don't embellish, sir.

Admiral, Commander Rabb is here to see you about the Billings appeal.

I don't think anyone else should come in here, sir.

Tell Commander Rabb today's meeting was about Clawson, not Billings.

I'll see him when he brings in the Clawson file.

Clawson?

I guess he changed his mind, sir.

Admiral's privilege.

is this about?

You set me up, sir.

Set you up? Yes, sir.

I want a statement in writing that you and the government sent an innocent

Marine to Groton Brig. You were charged, prosecuted, and convicted on evidence,

Private. Corporal!

I had to buy these chevrons in a surplus store, sir. But they should have never

been taken away.

I will not address you by improper rank, Private, nor am I going to admit to

something I didn't do.

Then we have a problem, sir.

Think, Marine. You are out of options.

I'm not going to give you a statement. You got nothing.

I have a two -star admiral, sir.

That's got to be worth something.

Mac, you got a Klassen case file? I never heard of it.

Klassen sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it. Why? The admiral wants

discuss it.

I thought he wanted to see Billy. He did.

Well, there's no Klassen case pending appeal.

That's because it's in St. Louis, ma 'am.

How do you know?

It's in my study guide, sir.

Clawson's, Roberts, CGM case number 620. The first time that post -traumatic

stress was used as a defense.

Defense for what?

Some Korean POW took his CO hostage.

Get everyone out of ops.

What, did I miss something? The admiral's being held hostage. What?

Yeah, he calls me in to talk about billing. He's been changing his mind and

wanted to discuss a case about a CO taken hostage 40 years ago. About 45,

Whatever. Get him out of there.

This is Commander Raff. Get security to ops ASAP.

What now?

Now you write the statement, sir.

I'm not going to be party to a lie, Private.

I want my transcript from the court -martial, sir.

We're going to go over it, word for word, until we find out exactly why.

I've spent the last eight years in Groton Brig, something that I did not

sir.

Your records are in St. Louis. If you can get Clawson's and Billings, you can

get mine.

Wait a minute.

You told your yeoman you wanted to talk to Commander Rabb about a Billings

appeal, but then you told the commander you wanted to talk about the Clawson

case.

What is the Clawson case about, sir?

Private Clawson took his CO hostage.

You set me up again, didn't you, sir?

Come on, let's go.

Go,

go, go, go.

You sure about this, Ben? No, but Commander Rabbit...

Security is on its way. Game is over, Private.

You don't know that.

You only hope that Commander Rabb is smart enough to figure out what Klossman

means. Commander will figure it out. He's the best there is.

Give me your weapon.

You ever killed a human being, Private? No, sir.

But I've had eight years to get ready, sir.

Send for my files.

Now, sir.

If you please.

Everybody's up. There's rat winning in the elevator for security.

Tyner!

Get Tyner back here.

Petty Officer Tyner?

Where'd he go?

Probably evacuated by your fellow Marines and security, who by now, I

are right outside that door, Private. Corporal, sir!

Corporal Magida!

Not in my Navy.

Anything? The Admiral called for Yeoman Tyner twice, then nothing.

Tyner, when was the last time he heard of you?

You all right, Admiral?

I'm fine, Mr. Reb. This private's got a problem.

Wait. Wait, hell, get it over with!

I'll shoot the Admiral!

Lieutenant, back your men up.

Now. I thought you were a man of action, Rab.

Not with your life, sir.

Get your hands off of me. Not until the lieutenant and the major join us. Don't

do it. That is an order.

If you don't, I'll shoot him.

Damn it, this has gone far enough.

Whoever he is, Admiral, he isn't worth dying over. Please, sir.

You won't be the only one I shoot, Admiral.

Lieutenant, major, over here, now.

What do you want?

The truth.

He wants the truth with a weapon in his hand?

The Admiral's right.

Whatever your gripe is, no one's going to listen to you at gunpoint. I don't

have a choice, sir.

Everybody, back slowly into the Admiral's office. Come on!

Commander, I am Corporal Jason Megida, United States Marine Corps, 8956

-5507. I want all evidence and material.

and transcripts relating to my court -martial. Don't you do it, Mr. Rabb!

If you don't, sir, I will kill them all. I swear to you, sir, close the door.

Could have dropped him, sir.

Couldn't afford to take that chance, Lieutenant.

You saw him, he's volatile as hell.

Get the special response team here ASAP. Sir, my men can handle this. With

respect to you and your men, Lieutenant, SRT is specifically trained to handle

hostage rescue. Are you?

No, sir.

Tyner. Sir.

I want you to get me everything you can on Corporal Jason Megida, 849 -675 -507.

A good gentleman memorizes numbers, sir. That he does, Tyner.

to say until you deliver my transcript, sir.

Listen, private.

I respect you, sir.

Why can't you call me about my proper rank? Because your correct rank is

private. Where did you know the bacteria culture?

In the prison filtration plant.

My job was to maintain water purity for the disciplinary barracks.

Didn't do a very good job with the purity part of it, did you?

No, ma 'am.

I guess not.

You got here fast.

It's not far from Connecticut.

Sit, please.

Ma 'am.

Admiral, Lieutenant, you too, please.

Please.

Your move, Private.

We wait, sir.

Commander isn't going to get your files.

You're always right, aren't you, sir?

Every order, every command, perfect.

Have you ever made a wrong decision, sir?

Because you were wrong about me, and it's cost me my life.

Commander.

The Pentagon said Megida's court records are sealed, sir.

Classified top secret.

Why would a court -martial be top secret?

I don't know, sir.

Is there someone I can call to get them unsealed, sir?

No. There's someone I can.

The answer is plain. People are starting to look.

Sorry, Mother.

It's all right.

My father gave me years of practice.

Webb here.

Hello, Webb.

Commander Rapp. I should have known.

I have to take this, Mother. I'll be right back.

As long as you're in time for the Walt, you know how I feel about Walt.

Sounds like I'm interrupting something.

What do you want, Rapp?

A favor.

Now, why in God's name would I do you a favor?

Because if you don't, someone's going to leak to Congress that a certain special

assistant from State was involved in staging... the theft of the Declaration

Independence. He must be in the deep stuff to resort to blackmail, Rab.

The deepest.

Doesn't look any deeper than usual in here.

Got him? I got him.

And I'm never going to let you forget it.

Where is he?

He's still holding everyone hostage in the Admiral's office.

You know, there was not even a mention of his being court -martialed in his

service record.

When they seal a record, they seal everything.

Who's they?

The CIA.

Corporal Megida?

This is Commander Rapp.

Transcript of your trial is here.

Well, I guess you can be wrong, can't you, sir?

Leave them six feet in front of the door, sir. I have shown good faith by

getting you the transcript. As a gesture of your good faith, let one of the

officers go in exchange.

Corporal?

After I get the transcript, I'll let someone go.

Think he'll do it?

Why don't we stand loose?

Stand by, Private.

Corporal, your records are here.

Lieutenant, bring the records into the room, please.

You made a promise, corporal.

The lieutenant can join you as soon as he brings the records in the room, sir.

Me? A major's worth more than a lieutenant.

Corporal said you could join us, bud.

Can't leave sir Naval tradition demands that sailors do not abandon their

shipmates get out here bud Sorry, sir

Good man Now

that you've got him what do you intend to do with her figure

out how it was framed

Perhaps Private McGee is a jailhouse lawyer in addition to being a jailhouse

biologist. I don't need to be a lawyer, sir.

I have three lawyers right here.

Well, I'm not really... We're going to have a trial.

We have the evidence, we have the transcripts, and I have the lawyers.

And who are we going to try?

Me.

You're going to be the prosecutor, ma 'am.

Lieutenant, you're going to be the judge.

Me.

And you, Admiral.

You will defend me.

You know the drill.

Let's do it.

Sir,

request permission.

Yes,

sir.

You know, I'm not really qualified to be a judge.

I'm not even a lawyer. I mean, I hope to be one day, but... Are you fair?

Are you honest?

I try to be. My mom was very good at teaching family values. My sister

that's a nickname for Winifred, she said... Lieutenant, before you get us

shot... I trust you, sir.

Please, sit down.

This court -martial will come to order.

Math, 95th percentile.

Electronics, 92nd percentile.

Science 98 % on him?

With ASVABs like this, McGinnis could have picked any career path he wanted.

was on a waiting list for the enlisted commissioning program.

Who is this guy?

And why was he involved with the CIA?

Webb?

No.

I've done all I'm going to do for one favor.

And unlike some people, I have a private life.

Thanks for all the trouble you went to, Clay.

Thanks for all the trouble you went to, Clay.

I hope she's worth it, Webb.

Oh, she is.

Believe me, she is.

Lone Tree.

Why did that Marine Lone Tree spy?

What did he do it for?

Love.

Corporal Clayton Lone Tree sold out his country for the love of a woman.

Imagine.

Captain Gale Osborne, special response team. Sir.

We'll be taking over now, son. Are those the blueprints for the building?

Yes, sir.

Harm.

It's the room they're occupying.

You know who that is, Rand?

He said his name was... Captain Osborne, special response team. Sometimes.

But he used to be CIA.

You better get a body bag ready.

Well, you should have taken him out while you had the chance, but then you

wouldn't have left me any fun.

I will not stand by and see that Marine killed. What do you care?

McGee is a psycho.

Holding the three people you're probably closest to in the world hostage.

You should be happy to see him dead.

What are you doing back here anyway, Webb? I thought you had a lady waiting.

Yeah. Well.

Maybe I don't want to see that kid dead either.

I'll be damned.

Don't try to bond with me, Harm. I'll get sick.

You take your men outside and cover the windows.

I'll call you on tap one if I need you.

Yes, sir.

All right, you heard him, men. Let's cover all the exits.

All right, Marshal, Jones, tap one.

I have sworn statements from two embassy political officers stating that...

Political officers, they were CIA, sir. Everybody knew that. ...envelope to an

Israeli Mossad agent by the name of... Objection.

...Malka Diane.

Sir, this range proper rank is private, not corporal. They were letters, sir.

Letters. Malka lied. I gave her letters, sir.

Exhibit 9, two top secret reports detailing the United States plans... The

of her interrogation is here. Play it. She's lying. ...the defendant gave to

Malka Diane. Play it. You'll see that she's lying.

Order, please.

Order.

I was a bad Marine, sir.

I admit it.

I fell for an Israeli national, and you're not supposed to do that.

But I am not a bad American, sir. I am not a spy.

Photograph of the defendant with Malka Diane.

It was a love letter, not reports.

Admiral, aren't you going to defend me? If you don't like my defense, get

yourself another lawyer.

Sir.

I know that two wrongs don't make a right.

But if I can clear these espionage charges, then maybe what I'm doing here

be so bad.

What you're doing is better than it gets private.

I'm waiting for a ruling, Mr. Roberts.

My client's proper rank is private.

Sustained or overruled.

Defend me, sir!

Order! Order in the court, please!

Order!

Sorry, sir.

I... Sir.

Will you and the Major please approach the bench?

It's called a sidebar.

You have 30 seconds.

Sir, please.

He has a gun.

I don't care if he's got a tank. No son of a bitch is taking over my office.

You're going to kill an Admiral Private because if you are, do it. I am done

with this game! I will, sir!

Jason, Magida.

This is SRT Captain Gale Osborne.

Osborne. How's it going in there, Jason?

What the hell did you do, son?

Nothing, sir.

That's what I've been trying to tell you. I didn't do anything.

I've been asked to help out with this situation.

Make sure no one gets hurt.

Jason?

Jason! Where's Commander Rabb?

Commander Rabb's asked me to speak to you, Jason.

See, I need to know that all the people you're holding hostage are all right.

Could you have them all call out their name to me? Would you do that, son?

I won't speak to anyone but Commander Rabb.

The target is five feet from the door in the right -hand corner of the room.

Now, you stay calm, Jason.

We're getting Commander Rabb for you. He was there two minutes ago.

Now, he's coming, Jason.

Boy, is there anything else you need in there, Jason?

How you doing for food?

There's a pizza parlor just down the road.

The target is two feet to the right of the door.

What is that?

He's going to take him out. I know he is. I won't stop!

Get away from the door, you're being targeted. No, Corporal.

McGee, that's wired with explosives.

Abort now.

Stand down, gentlemen.

There's no point in reducing the building to dust.

Commander, you almost went home in a body bag.

Oh, I don't think so, Captain. The CIA would have a hell of a time explaining

it.

I'm Department of Defense.

Freelancers for beer money?

Corporal Megida?

This is Commander Rapp.

Where were you, sir?

I was in the head.

I'm back now, Jason.

Everything's okay.

Relax a minute.

Why'd you say he was wired with explosives, sir?

By time to finish this trial.

You want to defend me, sir?

If Osborne was involved, then you may have been set up, and if you were set

so was I.

Now, there is one condition.

You will abide by the decision of this... this court.

Sir, yes, sir.

Agreed, sir. Affirmative.

Now, I need to talk to Captain Osborne.

Okay, sir.

Osborne. Admiral Checkwood.

Hello, Admiral.

Nice to know you're alive.

You don't expect me to return that compliment to you.

A .J. and I served together in the Mekong.

What can I do for you?

Stand down.

I can resolve this.

You're a hostage, Admiral.

I can't place any value on anything you say.

You will give me time to work this out, Osborne, or so help me God, I'll have

your ass when I get out of here.

Well, I'm sure you'd try, A .J.

One hour.

After that, I take it. Put Commander Rabb on.

Rabb? Sir?

He promised me an hour, but he's lying.

I'll be lucky at 30 minutes.

Now, Osborne used to be CIA, and there's no such thing as an ex -CIA agent.

Yes, sir.

Understood. Get me everything you can on a Mossad agent named Malka Diane.

Will do.

Will do what, Commander?

See that he gets his hour.

I need another favor, Webb.

When did you discover Mulca Dian was a Mossad agent, Private?

Everybody pretty much thought she worked for the Israelis.

She was a local hire, sir.

Objection. Speculation?

Major McKenzie's right, sir. I believe the correct term is sustained,

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Sustained, sir.

I'll rephrase. How did you discover Mulca Dian was Mossad?

She told me, sir.

She told you she was a Mossad agent?

Not right away, but eventually, yes, sir.

Did she say why she told you?

Because she loved me.

She said that we should stop seeing each other because I could get into trouble.

Yet you continued to see her even after you knew she was a Mossad agent?

Yes, sir, I couldn't stop.

Why?

I loved her, too.

Sir, is there any reason to proceed any further?

The defendant has provided us with motive. We have overwhelming evidence.

Private Megida passed top -secret documents to a Mossad spy for love.

That's not true. What is the truth, Private?

Malka lied about me giving her secrets.

Why would she do that?

I don't know, sir.

Malka Diane was working for us.

The nightcrawler I talked to said she was a Mossad agent, but she was working

for us.

She was a double agent, Harm.

She was actually working for the CIA.

If this nightcrawler friend of yours came up with her picture, he must know

where she is. He doesn't know anything, Harm.

He just dug up a file.

Hell, I had to give him the access code.

Let me know how things turn out.

You could have got that file yourself, couldn't you? Look, you got the

information. Now drop it.

How'd you know about Osborne?

Rumors. You get the access code from rumors?

Take your hand off that door.

You came back here because you didn't want that kid to die. What's changed?

Is there a computer we can use without Osborne seeing us?

You have access to a lot of places for a special assistant to an undersecretary

of state.

I am a special assistant to state.

Sometimes.

And other times?

I do other things.

Better than everybody in Washington.

Oh, my God.

She's here.

Malka Diane is working in Washington as an analyst for the National Security

Agency.

No. I'll owe you one, Webb. You already owe me until the next millennium. Enough

is enough.

If certain people find out what I've done already... Malka Diane is the key

defusing this time bomb. Then you go get him. If I leave now, your Captain

Osborne is liable to get everyone in there killed. He's not my Captain

Don't quit on me now, Webb. I'm not quitting on you, Rab.

I've done all that I can do.

I stuck my neck way out for you. When have you ever done that for me? In the

courtroom, remember?

That wasn't for me.

You wanted to get O 'Hara off the hook for stealing the Declaration.

It wasn't for me.

It was for both, Webb.

From the beginning, I cultivated him.

Why did you cultivate Corporal Megida?

The Mossad ordered me to.

That's a lie.

What does the missile want from him? They wanted to find out if the Americans

knew that Israel was selling missile software to China.

So what did Corporal McGee do?

He stole two reports from the American embassy and passed them to me in Jericho

Park. Can't you see that she's talking from a script, sir? No, I don't see

I think the documents that Corporal McGee gave you... Lies.

All live.

Why'd she do that to me? I loved her.

I need to speak to Private McGee that moment.

Very well, sir. This court will be in recess for five minutes.

Think of this as a gavel, sir.

My imagination doesn't extend as far as yours, Lieutenant.

You said you had proof the Mossad agent lied.

It's obvious that Malka's lying on that tape, sir.

Look, son, it may be obvious to you, but unless you have proof, all I have is

your word against a mountain of evidence, and that's just not going to

All I've got is my word, sir.

Where's Osborn?

I don't know, sir.

He was here a few minutes ago.

Where's Osborn?

Checking out the building, sir.

Where?

That I don't know, sir.

You're in contact with him, are you?

Yes, sir. Let's go.

Amanda Rapp is requesting your location, Captain.

Tell him I'm on the roof.

I'll be down in five.

He says he's on the roof, sir.

We'll be down in five.

I think Commander Rapp's on his way out, Captain.

Good.

Right this way, ma 'am.

Thank you.

We're running out of time here, son.

Three minutes if you're right about ours. We're only giving us a half hour,

Admiral.

How the hell do you do that, Major?

I don't really know, sir, but I'm never off by more than 30 seconds.

Come on, son, let's end this.

I guess you're right, sir.

You're all free to go.

Give me your weapon.

I'm sorry, sir.

I still need this.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means that I'm not going back there.

I won't hurt anyone.

You don't need to hurt yourself.

I'm not.

All I have to do is point this weapon at one of those men out there.

Malka Diane, Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, the man who will owe me well into

the next millennium. I'm dead, sir.

Where's Jason?

This way. Thank you for coming.

Just a minute, Commander.

Who's this?

The solution to our situation.

Her name, sir?

Malka Diane.

One moment, Commander.

Captain.

Commander Rapp, there's a woman here named Malka Diane.

Beautiful.

Send her in.

Captain Osborne cleared her to go in.

Cleared her, Commander.

No one else.

Jason? Notique?

It's Malka.

Jason?

It's Lieutenant Commander Rav.

Malka would like to come in and talk to you.

Jason, please.

Let me in.

I think it's time you left.

I agree.

I guess you are the action time, Mr. Ram.

At times, sir. At times.

Oh, my God, it's really you.

Why, Monica?

Why did you do it?

They said if I didn't, they would tell the Mossad that I was working for them.

The Mossad would have put me in jail for the rest of my life.

So you saved yourself and you sentenced me?

No, they said nothing would happen to you and I couldn't see you anymore.

I got 20 years.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know until tonight.

You have to believe me.

Put down the gun.

I don't want you to die.

Why didn't you come looking for me?

I didn't think you would want anything to do with me.

Not after what they made me do.

They?

Who is they, Malka? The CIA.

They were afraid the Mossad was about to discover that Malka was a double, so

they exposed her as a Mossad agent to avoid the embarrassment of being caught

spying on an ally.

What do you think, sir?

Is this reason enough to reopen Megida's case?

I think Private Corporal Magida's case will be thrown out as soon as I present

it to the Secretary of the Navy.

There's going to be new charges on the serious ones.

I'll fake them, sir.

I just want my honor back.

Then give me the weapon.

Do it, Corporal.

You've won.

It's over, Osbert.

Is Commander Rabb going to murder me because that's what it would be?

If I have to, he'll do it.

You never lied to me, A .J.

I believe he would.

Thank God you didn't pull that trigger, Commander.

You concerned about me?

Not about you, sir.

About the Commander.

My weapon doesn't have any bullets in it, sir.

Private Megida.

The charge of espionage has been overturned by the Secretary of the Navy.

You will be returned to the rank of corporal and awarded all back pay and

allowances. To the charges of escaping from prison, forging illegal

identification, and taking three officers hostage, this court finds you

and sentences you to be confined to the naval brig at Groton, Connecticut, for

eight years.

However, given the eloquent plea by your defense counsel, I am recommending

to the convening authority that time already served be applied to that

which, if I am not mistaken, means that you are free to return to active duty.

This court -martial is adjourned.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm so happy.

Martha, thank you.