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We're clear.

Go.

We're in. We're in.

Bingo.

We got the syntax, Chief.

Set the charges.

Lower in five.

Watch that.

Charge one set.

In five.

Mark.

They're going for the charges.

You killed him!

You bastard! You killed him!

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 sea.

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.

Your Honor, the Navy's evidence will clearly prove Chief Petty Officer

in the course of a classified SEAL operation, shot and killed Petty Officer

First Class Mark Harriton.

Autopsy findings and ballistics will demonstrate that the bullets were fired

close range from the accused's weapon.

Your Honor, the prosecution is convinced that the evidence supports the charge

and specification of premeditated murder and requests that this court

recommend... Chief Petty Officer Greg Connors be held over for a general court

-martial.

Your Honor, the defense will show that Petty Officer Mark Harriton died in a

friendly fire accident during the course of a dangerous seal operation.

There is no evidence to support the charge of premeditated murder.

Therefore, the prosecution's recommendation of general court -martial

ludicrous. We ask that you recommend dismissal of the charge and the

specification.

Call your first witness, Commander Rapp.

Yes, Your Honor.

Lieutenant Commander Chin, from your examination of Petty Officer

body, did you reach a conclusion as to the cause of death?

Yes, I did.

And what was your conclusion?

Cause of death was the result of massive trauma.

What caused the trauma?

Bullet wounds to the lungs, heart.

Do you have an opinion?

regarding the distance from which those bullets were fired?

Objection, Your Honor. Calls for speculation.

Dr. Chen is a resident in pathology, not a forensic pathologist.

Do you think that the shooter was close enough to the victim to identify?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Commander Chen has no way of knowing the visibility and other factors aboard the

ship that night.

Withdraw.

Thank you, Commander Chen.

Your witness, Major.

Lieutenant Commander Chen, you failed to perform a complete autopsy, didn't you?

Once that cause of death was determined, there was no reason to continue. And

you are not a forensic pathologist, are you?

Not yet. Just ask the question.

That is correct, Major.

If you're not qualified, then how is it you perform the autopsy of Petty Officer

Harriton? There was a helo crash the night before in Saudi Arabia.

Seven Marines were killed.

We were swamped with bodies.

Captain Orser assigned Petty Officer Harriton to me. He was there to oversee

everything. When Captain Orser wasn't too busy performing seven autopsies...

Objection. Is this going anywhere, Your Honor? Your Honor, if the prosecution

would demonstrate the same patience we have shown, it will soon become clear

where we are going.

Objection overruled.

How many autopsies have you performed on your own?

Are you counting, Lieutenant Commander?

Objection. The defense is badgering the witness.

Your Honor, please instruct this witness to answer my question.

I'm trying to elicit testimony that will show the court Lieutenant Commander

Chen was not qualified.

I wasn't on my own.

Commander Chen's credibility is not on trial.

Why don't you two try taking turns?

Since this hearing is only an evaluation of a prima facie case, I will allow

Commander Chen's testimony.

Coffee, bud? I'm buying. No, sir. Thank you, sir.

Uniform shrink?

No, sir. It's just a nervous habit.

With you and Major McKenzie on opposite sides of a case, it's like watching your

parents fight.

Bud, what goes on in the courtroom isn't personal. It's part of the process.

I sure hope the Major knows that, sir. I'm sure she does.

Boy, she sure poked a lot of holes in Lieutenant Commander Chen's credibility.

Which I'm sure you'll be able to rehabilitate, sir.

An Article 32 is like the first few rounds of a fight, Chief.

Let your opponent show off a bit, see his style, find out what it takes to

him out.

What's it going to take to knock out Commander Rapp, ma 'am?

The truth, if you're ready to tell it.

All right, let's go, Chief.

Recess will be over in two minutes.

You need more time to plan a line of defense.

I got it handled.

Mac, you only received the ballistics report this morning.

Are you trying to thank me?

I'm just trying to help you play catch it.

You ever consider the possibility of a ricochet?

Could you identify these gunner for us?

These are 9mm caliber bullets, sir.

These are the same slugs recovered from the victim's body by Lieutenant

Commander Chen?

That's correct.

And were you able to ascertain the specific weapon that fired these

bullets? After a thorough ballistics investigation, I determined they were

from a Heckler & Koch submachine gun issued to Chief Petty Officer Connors.

Thank you.

You're a witness, Counselor.

Gunner Perez.

How could you identify slugs this badly deformed as coming from Chief Connor's

weapon?

Sufficient rifling survived to make a positive match, ma 'am. So there's no

doubt in your mind that these came from the chief's weapon?

Objection asked and answered.

Sustained.

Can you tell me the path they took from the gun to Harriton's torso?

Bullets travel in a straight line, ma 'am. A 9mm projectile could ricochet

around a steel ship like a pinball machine.

Perhaps. Bounce off the deck and overhead beam the bulkheads?

It's possible, ma 'am. And what would a ricochet bullet look like?

Like these?

They could look like that, yes, ma 'am, but... So I might fire towards you and

have my bullets bounce back and hit, say, Commander Rabb between the eyes?

Under the right conditions.

Why don't you object, sir? The kind of conditions that Chief Connor's SEAL team

encountered the night Harriton was shot.

Objection. Speculation. The witness was not present.

Withdrawn. No further questions.

Connor Perez, what do you call this type of bullet?

KTW, sir.

It's used to penetrate armored vets.

Such as the one Petty Officer Harriton was wearing when he was killed?

Yes. Could a KTW ricochet off of anything and still penetrate his vest?

No, sir. It could not. Thank you, Gunner. That's all.

Mack is right. This case is a crap, Magnet. It's weird seeing both of you on

opposite sides, sir.

Well, Connors asked for a new lawyer late last night. Mack was available.

The Admiral thinks she ought to work both sides of the street.

Want to get her sea legs under her?

Nice visual, bud.

I don't understand this. Why Connors didn't make a statement after the

I mean, if it was an accident, he had nothing to lose.

You think he's got something to hide?

Oh, yes, sir.

So do I.

I want to know everything there is to know about Petty Officer Harrington.

Habits, personal history, and where are his parents? I expect to see them in the

courtroom. Well, they haven't been seen since the funeral, sir. Find them.

How, sir?

Use your initiative, bud.

My initiative?

Commander Rabb, you sandbagged me with that ricocheting bullets line.

Mac, I'm just doing my job. I'll buy you lunch. Buy me lunch?

You make a fool out of me in there, but out here we're still supposed to be

friends?

Yeah. No.

Maybe you can turn it on and off like a build switch, but I can't.

Mac, you're taking it far too personally.

You're damn right I am, Commander.

Well, I had NCIS run down where Chief Harrington packed his retirement check,

sir. Well, Mr.

Bud, this is my home. Try Harm.

Thank you, Harm.

Yeah, he packed him in a grocery store on St. Michael's Island. And then he

tracked him down to a trailer park from there.

Uh... Here's the address, Harm.

Continue. You make a hell of a detective, bud.

Thanks, Norm.

If we're on a first -name basis, I don't feel bad about taking advantage of your

help. My job is to track them down.

Talking about the standing.

Bud?

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rab, Navy JAG. This is Lieutenant Roberts.

We had a difficult time locating you.

Well, my husband and I wanted to get away for a while. We're conducting an

Article 32 investigation into your son's death. We'd like to ask you a few

questions. What's an Article 32 investigation?

An Article 32 investigation is held to determine whether there is sufficient

evidence to proceed with a court -martial. Court -martial?

Someone involved with my son is being court -martialed?

Yes, ma 'am. You didn't know?

No.

Who do you want at court, Mark?

Chief Petty Officer Connor.

We believe he's responsible for your son's death.

Oh, dear God, no.

Greg would never hurt Mark. Never.

They were like brothers. They practically were raised together.

When was the last time you talked to your son?

He called me the week he was killed.

Did he tell you he had a mission coming up?

No.

They're not allowed to tell us things like that.

I learned long ago not to ask.

Dad.

These officers think that Greg was responsible for Mark's death.

So the Navy's going to go through with it.

You knew?

An NCIS investigator talked to me the day of the funeral.

And you didn't tell me?

I wanted to put this behind us. I am never going to put Mark behind me.

I know that, Ellie.

I didn't see any sense in bothering you with it. I thought that they were going

to just let it go. It would all blow over.

I should have known that some legal eagle was going to jump on it.

Chief Connors is a fine sailor.

And I ought to know I saw enough of him in 27 years.

So you know of no reason he'd intentionally shoot you, son? No,

not. What I do know is that my son died a hero.

And your investigation can only diminish it.

Being murdered doesn't diminish what your son did, Chief.

They don't give Navy crosses for murder victims, Commander.

Come on.

What?

Did you hear anything about a Navy cross for him?

No, sir.

Petty Officer Gorski, will you please tell the Corps what you witnessed back

aboard the Cayuga the night Petty Officer Harriton was killed?

When we got back to the ship, the medics patched my scratches, and I went

looking for Chief Connors.

When I found him, he was going through Petty Officer Harriton's locker.

What are you doing, Chief?

Chief!

You saw him remove something from Petty Officer Harrington's locker? Yes, sir.

What?

It looked like pills, sir.

What kind of pills?

Objection. Call for speculation.

Sustained. Continue.

And what did he do with the bottle?

I followed the chief up to the main deck.

I got there in time to see him toss Mark's shaving kit overboard.

So a few hours after Petty Officer Heron's death, you saw the accused

drugs from the deceased's locker... Objection!

Speculation! ...destroying potentially damning evidence.

Objection! Your Honor, the prosecution has just gone from speculation to

fantasy.

Sustained. Please, Commander, make your questions more specific.

I have no further questions at this time, Your Honor.

Was the deceased petty officer Harrod and a close friend?

Yes, ma 'am.

But not the accused, Chief Connors?

We got along okay, ma 'am. Really?

Were you not subjected to a captain's mass eight months ago because of an

altercation between you and Chief Connors?

Objection not relevant.

Overruled. You may answer the question.

That was just some horseplay that got out of hand, ma 'am. I wouldn't call

pushing a man through a plate glass window horseplay. Objection. Your Honor,

defense is personally attacking a witness.

Major, avoid editorials and confine your questions to the scope of cross

-examination. Yes, Your Honor.

Isn't it true you have a long history of personal animosity towards Chief

Connors?

We have had our disagreements, ma 'am. So when he accidentally shot Petty

Officer Herod and you saw your chance to get even... Objection, Your Honor. You

accused him of deliberately shooting Herod. I'm not asking a question. This

not a closing argument.

Sustain.

I'm warning you, Major. Don't editorialize.

Yes, Your Honor. I have no further questions.

All right.

This hearing is going to reach us until 0900 tomorrow morning, at which time I

hope that both counselors will observe proper courtroom procedures.

Was Chief Harrington doing drugs?

No, ma 'am.

Then why did you toss his kit overboard?

You want your daughter to grow up without a father because that's exactly

going to happen if you don't start telling me what the hell is going on.

I can't, ma 'am.

Was there something else in that kit besides the pill?

You asked for me personally to represent you.

I heard after Commander Reb, you were the best, ma 'am.

After Commander Reb? Sorry, I didn't mean it that way, ma 'am. Yeah, you

not have.

Because I'm going to have to pull off a miracle to prevent this from going to

court, Marshal.

He's dead, sir.

What do you think he's going to answer?

One never knows, bud.

NCIS didn't find anything in his apartment, sir.

I'm surprised they found his apartment at all without a trail of donuts.

I was just tagging up Mark's thing.

Can we help you, ma 'am?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'd like to do this myself.

Mind if we look around?

My husband said NCIS searched the apartment.

I never had the privilege of knowing your son, Mrs. Ayrton, so... So?

You thought it might help to snoop through his things.

It would give me a feel for who he was.

He was a sweet, warm, loving son.

My guess is he got that from you, ma 'am.

Just what do you expect to find, Commander?

I don't know, ma 'am. Maybe a reason why Chief Connors would want to murder your

son. He wouldn't. I told you they were like brothers.

So were Cain and Abel, ma 'am.

They were not like Cain and Abel. They squabbled now and then, but it didn't

mean anything.

Like a father and son.

My husband will be a chief petty officer until he dies, Commander.

He demands the best he always has.

And if he doesn't get it, he can turn his back on anyone.

Including his son?

Did you ever argue with your father, Commander?

My father was shot down when I was five.

And? Christmas Eve, 1969.

Which carrier?

Ticonderoga.

I got this steel leg on the Tyco.

Taxiing F -14 zigged when it should have zagged.

Pilot left the Navy.

I heard he's a lawyer up in Boston.

What was going on between you and your son, Chief?

That's personal, sir.

I mean, what goes on between any father and son?

I wouldn't know. As I said, I lost my father when I was five. And I lost my

when he was 25, serving his country.

That my son died a hero is all I have left.

And I'm not going to let you take that away from me.

Now get out, sir.

Don't you want Mark to have died a hero?

No, Dad.

I don't want him to have died at all.

Good morning, sir.

Morning, bud. What do you got for me?

Nothing, I'm afraid, sir.

There's no record of any Navy doctor examining petty officer Herod, let alone

prescribing any medication.

Bud.

Yes, sir.

We need to start checking civilian doctors.

What about the pills I took from Herod's apartment?

Well, the lab just opened, sir. I was going to run them over as soon as I

turn these books.

Commander, the Admiral would like a word with you, sir. I'll be right there.

Get those pills analyzed, Bud.

Yes, sir.

You want to see me, sir?

How to see you, Commander.

You're a damn good lawyer, Rab.

Bring the same drive and aggressiveness to the courtroom that made you a good

naval aviator.

But even a good fighter pilot can get target fixated.

You think my prosecution is without merit, sir?

Didn't say that, Commander.

I just want to make certain that you're not so intent on winning that you crash

and burn.

There's no danger of that, Admiral.

Uh -huh.

Did you know his SEAL team leader had nominated Petty Officer Harriton for the

Navy Cross?

I heard scuttlebutt to that effect, sir.

It seems Harriton saved the mission by charging straight into certain death and

miraculously emerged unscathed. Only to be murdered by a fellow SEAL.

In any case, the Navy won't act on this recommendation until they know the

outcome of your case.

One shouldn't affect the other, sir.

I'll tell that to your aviator friends whose promotions are being held up even

if they knew someone to tailhook.

Admiral, are you asking me to drop this prosecution?

You know better, Commander.

This was not a case of friendly fire. Chief Connors is just too good a seal to

make a mistake like that.

Save it for the courtroom, Mr. Rabb.

I just want to make sure that you knew all the ramifications.

Morning, Bud.

Good morning, Major.

Are you filing those books for Commander Rabb?

Uh, no, ma 'am. I was using these in law school.

And I thought Commander Rabb had you researching something for him.

Well, if he did, ma 'am, I couldn't tell you. But since he didn't, I can tell

you that he didn't.

Can't I?

Morning, Major.

Uh, excuse me, sir, ma 'am.

You were bullying him, were you? And why would I bully Lieutenant Roberts?

You're still playing catch -up. Might help to know what I've got.

If you have some evidence I should know about... You'll eventually get it, and

then you can plea bargain.

In your dreams, Commander.

Oh, you don't want to be in my dreams, Major.

Red light, Commander.

Red light?

There's nothing sexual in what I said.

And if you think there was, then maybe I should be giving you the red light. Why

don't you just face it?

Sooner or later, you have to lose a case. It just happens to be it.

Losing your first case is a rite of passage, Commander.

Keep it up, Mac.

Commander Rabb.

Excuse me, Mrs. Harrington. I thought you were somebody else. Please come in.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry you saw that.

No, it's not your fault.

A lot of things have changed since my husband was in the Navy.

Not the mail service.

When did you receive this?

Two weeks after Mark died.

Does your husband know you're doing this?

No.

Then why?

I trust you to do the right thing.

Dear Mom, sorry I didn't call Sunday, but after church I spent the rest of the

day training for an upcoming mission.

I can hear you saying, Why did he have to tell me that?

I guess because I want you to always remember that if I die on a mission, it

won't be because I wasn't prepared or afraid.

I only hope my death is a courageous one, for I know it will make Dad proud,

which is all I ever wanted to do.

I love you, Mom.

And my thoughts are with you always.

Sailors write these letters home every day.

Max, this is the letter from a man who knew he was going to die.

He was a seal on a dangerous mission. He had every reason to expect he might not

come back.

Well, you got all the four major food groups here.

Starch, grease, dead animal, and ketchup.

Amanda, you gave it your best and came up short.

When you grasp the straw like that letter, maybe it's time to punch out.

Punching out is the last thing a pilot ever wants to do.

People think you get in trouble, pull the magic handle, and float safely to

ground.

Every time you punch out, you end up an inch shorter. No problem, Commander.

You got a few inches to spare.

Give it up.

You don't have a motive, and that means you don't have a case.

Sir, she's whistling.

Who? Major McKenzie.

Yesterday, when you were whistling, she looked like the cat died. And today,

well, it's kind of the other way around.

Captain Morris is about to throw our case out of court. Mac knows it.

Well, maybe it was a friendly fire accident, sir.

Jumping and sinking ship, bud?

No, sir. I'll go down with you.

Well, hopefully you won't have to.

But if Mac wins one more point, Connors walks, and we'll never know the truth.

and the truth is everything.

So Chief Connors carried Herod in topside.

Yes, sir.

I covered our back.

He was just going to leave Mark's body there on the ship.

So he threw his weapon away and tried to leave Petty Officer Harrington on the

ship? Yes, sir. By the way, why did the chief say he threw his weapon away?

He said it jammed, sir.

I see.

So what did you do next?

I retrieved his weapon, sir.

I grabbed Mark's body and tossed him over the side.

And I held on to him until our Zodiac showed up.

If you hadn't, what would have happened to Petty Officer Harriton's body?

It would have blown up with the freighter, sir.

Which is exactly what Chief Connors wanted to happen.

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Sustained. Your Honor, it's a classic homicide scenario. You kill the victim,

get rid of the murder weapon, and dispose of the body.

Objection, Your Honor. Commander Rabb is offering gratuitous remarks which are

neither testimony nor a question.

Sustained. Commander Reb, do you have anything further for this witness?

No, Your Honor.

Measure? No questions, Your Honor. Your Honor, the prosecution would like to

recall Gunner Perez at this time.

Your Honor, Gunner Perez has been questioned and cross -examined. Can we

along, sir?

The defense has a point, Commander.

This is merely an inquiry. It's not a trial.

I have one question, Your Honor.

Very well, Commander.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Gunner Perez, did Chief Conner's weapon jam when you fired it for your

ballistics test?

No, sir.

No further question, Your Honor.

Gunner Perez, how many rounds did you fire?

Only one, ma 'am. It was all I needed, two master slugs.

Does an automatic weapon usually jam after firing one round?

No, ma 'am. Usually it takes more.

That's all, Gunner. Thank you. Gunner Perez, in your experience... Objection,

Your Honor. The prosecution had one question of this witness. I rebutted.

enough is enough. I'm inclined to agree, Commander.

I've already heard both sides. Your Honor, the defense has made a point,

feel... Commander, the witness is accused.

In my chambers.

Now! I thought I experienced everything in my 16 years on the bench.

But your irresponsible behavior, Mr. Rapp, really took my list.

Yes, sir. Understood, sir. When we reconvene tomorrow morning, I expect a

apology to me, to the court, and to the defense.

Yes, sir.

And I will be making a report to Admiral Chegwitten.

Understood, sir.

What on earth were you thinking?

I was trying to make a point. You blew a hole in the roof.

I guess I overdid it. You guessed right.

Doesn't this show you how desperate you are?

Mac, this was not an accidental shooting. Put Chief Connors on the stand

I'll prove it. You've really lost it. You just asked me to bare my client's

throat to you so you could win a case? So we could get to the truth.

The truth, Commander, is that Petty Officer Harrington was killed in a

fire accident.

Not that bad, bud.

I'm afraid it is, sir.

The lab report on those pills we took from Petty Officer Harrington's

ADT?

Yes, sir.

You only take that if you're HIV positive or have AIDS.

Captain Morris suggested a transfer to Somalia, but I told him Somalia was

letting you off too easy. I concur, sir. What in God's name possessed you to

fire a weapon in the courtroom?

No excuse, sir. You damn right there's no excuse! Yes, sir. I warned you,

Commander! You did, sir.

At ease!

I'm not sure, sir. I have new information. I need time to digest it.

What information?

I'd rather not say, sir.

You're heading back into rough seas with me, mister.

If I reveal my information, the Admiral will have no choice but to act upon it,

even though he may desire not to. And why would I desire not to?

Sir, it is information that some members of the media will most certainly use to

besmirch the Navy.

Oh, so now you decide what's good for the Navy.

No, sir.

Yes, sir, in a way.

I think the Admiral would agree if he knew the information.

But as Judge Africa General, he would have no choice but to make this

information a matter of public record.

As the prosecutor in this case, I do not.

I see.

Does this information help or hurt your case?

I'm not sure, sir. That's one of the things I need to investigate.

I hope you know what you're doing, mister.

So do I, sir.

Get out of here.

Aye, aye, sir.

That'll be all, Corporal.

Where's Major McKenzie, sir?

This is between you and me.

I don't believe that's legal, sir.

Are you a Scuttlebutt lawyer, Chief? No, sir.

But I know I shouldn't be interrogated without my lawyer present.

Well, let's just say you asked to see me.

But I didn't, sir.

And I can't think of any reason why I would.

I know the pills you tossed into the med were AZT.

How long did you know he was HIV positive?

Um, not... Not long. Uh, told me a few days before the mission.

How'd he contract it?

Did his father know?

I think he suspected.

Sir, but, um, Chief Harriton isn't the kind of man to admit to anyone,

especially not himself, that his son is a homosexual.

Anyone else on the team know? No, sir.

Mark kept that side of his life outside the Navy.

He loved being a SEAL too much to risk losing it.

What about his mother?

Oh, yeah, she knew.

Probably about the same time I did when we were still in high school.

I got to admit, it bothered me for a while.

I stopped hanging with him.

And I realized that the marks of being gay didn't really change what made us

friends. You know, we're still, you know, like to hunt together and fish and

play golf, you know, tell dirty jokes.

I got to admit that once I knew, they sort of took on a whole new meaning.

He was a good guy, sir.

And he was a great SEAL.

When he told me that he was HIV positive, he said that the

best thing that could happen to him was to be killed on a mission.

He was more afraid of facing his father than death.

Are you telling me he committed suicide?

There was nothing I could do. He deliberately stepped into my line of

Chief, you could be telling me the truth.

Or you could be excusing negligence on your part.

Or premeditated murder for some reason I don't even want to begin to speculate

about.

How am I to know?

I guess you either believe me or don't, sir.

Gorski, thanks for coming.

No problem, sir.

What do you have?

Whatever you drink is fine, as long as it's not one of those non -alcoholic

beers.

It's not.

Another stout, please. Coming up.

Nice skirts, huh?

Gorski, you never saw Chief Connors actually shoot Heron, did you?

What difference does that make, sir?

He admitted it. Ballistics verified. Still, both men were out of sight when

happened, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, what made you think the chief shot him? I mean, he could have been hit by

enemy fire.

I don't get it, sir.

You sound like that major.

If this goes through a full -blown court -martial, the major will be asking you

the same question.

You're kind of rehearsing me. I'm looking for a motive.

Well, I might be able to help you out there, sir.

Here you go.

The chief and Mark argued before the mission.

He didn't want him to go.

You know why?

No, sir.

He told the lieutenant he didn't think Mark could carry his weight, but... Say,

if Mark hadn't been there, I'd be dead, and that Simtex would be blowing up

Americans.

Here's to you, Mark.

Hoo -ha!

I still haven't heard a motive.

If I had to guess, sir,

I'd say Laura.

Laura. That's Chief Connor's wife.

I saw the three of them together at this team party.

It's pretty obvious Mark had the hots for her.

I bet he nailed her.

The chief found out about it.

I guess it's always a possibility.

Sir, I think it was something like that.

Now, if it's all right with you, sir...

Couple skirts over there that look like they could use a little seal training.

Mission granted.

Please be seated.

Before we begin, Commander Rapp would like to address the court.

Yes, sir.

Your Honor.

I'd like to apologize to the court and to the defense for my outrageous

in our last session.

I offer no excuse for my conduct, and I stand ready to accept any disciplinary

action the court deems appropriate.

Well, the court accepts your apology and will leave any disciplinary action up

to the discretion of your commanding officer.

Now that that's out of the way, are you ready to proceed?

No, sir.

Your Honor, the prosecution feels we have insufficient evidence to request a

court -martial and are dropping all charges against Chief Connors.

Court's adjourned.

I don't understand, sir.

Chief Connors didn't kill Petty Officer Harrington, but... But he did, sir.

He just pulled the trigger.

Man, it really killed him. We can't ever try.

To my son, Mark, on his nomination for the Navy Cross.

I'll tell you a story about that.

Congratulations on your son's nomination, Mrs. Harris.

Thank you, Commander.

Thank you.

What about me, Commander?

Don't I get congratulated?

Yes, Chief, but I'd like to do that in private.

Officers hate to apologize in front of enlisted men, you understand.

Takes

a big

man to admit he's wrong, Commander.

Well, I don't know about being a big man, but I was wrong.

You're damn right you were wrong. My son died for his country.

You tried to take that away from me.

He didn't die for his country, Chief.

He died for you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Your son was HIV positive.

What? He couldn't admit that to you.

Or that he was a homosexual.

So rather than face you, he stood up in the Chief Connor's line of fire.

Congratulations on your son's Navy cross chief.

You earned it.

You suffering?

Bellway burgers? I don't think so.

That's for me. I got you a couscous grilled shrimp and arugula salad.

I accept.

The only place that isn't pouring up is the bedroom.

Works for me.

I take it we're friends again?

Until we face off in a courtroom.

What made you change your mind?

What made you?

I didn't stop being your friend. You stopped being mine.

Well, what did you expect me to do after the way you sandbagged me in court?

You mean I outlawyered you?

Outlawyered me?

Oh, I fell for it because I thought you were a friend, and a friend doesn't

sandbag friends.

Where were you raised?

Where friends don't sandbag friends.

Somewhere in Ohio, isn't it?

Cute does not work on me, Harm.

I wasn't being cute. I was being funny. You know, like the way you fired that

Agent K in court?

Well, I thought it was pretty funny when you ducked under the table. I'm a

Marine, Har. Marines don't duck. Well, what do Marines do? They take cover, but

they never duck.