All language subtitles for JAG S02E10 The Game of Go

Move out! We can't just leave him! He's
dead!

In his father's footsteps as a naval
aviator, Lieutenant Commander Harmon

Jr. suffered a crash while landing his
Tomcat on a storm -tossed carrier at

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.

We may have a bigger problem than
recovering Sergeant Silva's body.

Unilateral operations by U .S. forces on
foreign soil is a major no -no, sir.

And although we're calling the Marines
advisors, the only Colombians anywhere

near them were Estruga's guards.

They were operating under the authority
of the Colombian DAS, were they not?

Yes, sir.

You're telling me there's an operational
law that forbids that, bud?

Not exactly, sir.

But it must be forbidden.

Why is that?

Well, because there's no regulation
permitting it, sir.

You're going to make a fine lawyer one
day, bud.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Officer Tyner. Good morning, sir.
The Admiral said to go right in.

At ease.

Where's Major McKenzie?

She'll be right along, sir. She got tied
up with...

Chief Brokaw's court -martial.

Sir, you have a call. Have him call me
back.

You have to speak, Commander.

Lieutenant Roberts is getting me there,
sir.

Marines claim the recon walked into a
trap.

Colombians say the Marines screwed it
up.

Now somebody's lying, and I don't
think... Sorry, sir, I got stuck in

No excuse, sir.

As I was saying, somebody's lying.

Thought it was a broke call, Court
Martial Major.

I finished it last Tuesday, sir. The
disposition should be on your desk.

It is.

Sir, I'm sorry, but this call is very...
Petty Officer Tyner, I said to hold my

calls. Aye, sir.

Can't even get my yeoman to follow
orders.

You're to leave immediately for
Columbia.

Officially, you'll be under operational
control of a special assistant from

State. Not Clayton Webb, sir.

We don't get to choose who we serve
under, Commander.

No, sir, but knowing the Special
Assistant as I do, if this was his op

south, he will not give a damn about
leaving that dead Marine behind, sir.

Especially an Hispanic Marine in
unmarked utilities with no ID, sir.

Let me make this clear. Your assignment
is to investigate what happened and

nothing more.

But the dead Marine, sir... Retrieving
bodies is not a jacked mission, Major.

Sir, with all due respect... But if all
you return with is a report...

I'll consider your mission a failure.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed. Aye, officer.

Major McKenzie?

Sir? I have been told that the radio
carries traffic reports.

Yes, sir. It won't happen again, sir.

Steiner!

Sir, you can return the call now.

Yes, sir.

Who was it?

Former Secretary of State, calling from
Columbia, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Major. Sir?

I might

have

known the Admiral would send his three
musketeers.

Nice to see you again, too, Clayton.

There are actually four musketeers, sir.

Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D 'Artagnan.

Let's make this a brief investigation.

Southern Command loaned us one of their
new ARL planes to monitor the operation.

That's Air Recon Low to you lawyers.

The photos corroborate the recon team's
report.

Sergeant Silver was killed.

Did they return his body? To whom?

We certainly aren't going to claim he
belongs to us.

We will if we have to. Don't start,
Major.

This is a State Department issue which
you are only here to investigate and

prosecute. Prosecute?

Who are we to prosecute?

Corporal Cordoba of the recon team.

With any luck, you'll be out of here by
morning, which I am sure will please us

all.

Especially Admiral Chegwood, who, by the
way, sends his regards.

Cut the crap, Commander.

Admiral Chegwood thinks I'm a pain -in
-the -ass bureaucrat who never should

have involved the Marines in the first
place.

And he was right.

Taking the blame, Webb? How unlike you.

If I hadn't involved the Marines, my ass
would not be hanging over a very deep

chasm right now. No offense, Major.

None taken.

I hang asses frequently in my
profession.

Your father was shot down a couple of
months before I joined the Lexington, so

never had the pleasure.

But I flew with a CAG.

I understand you earned that
distinguished flying cross, saving his

Well, I was saving my own fix, sir. The
CAG just happened to be in the same

aircraft.

Modesty, Mr. Webb.

Sits well on a man, don't you think?

Oh, yes, sir.

Could we get on with the briefing, sir?
Of course, Mr. Webb.

Alfredo, tell our JAG officers what you
found out.

Thank you, Marcello. Anytime, sir.

Mr. Webb?

Nah.

Commander. You'll like these.

Thank you, sir.

Go ahead, Alfredo. You won't hurt their
feelings.

Alfredo's the damnedest drug agent I
ever met.

I swear he asked permission before he
arrested them.

Only if I am interrupting something.

May I?

Thank you, Alfredo.

Estruga uses Imbara Indians as his
guards.

They are loyal and quite fierce.

My people have managed to persuade...

one of the Embaras from the village
where Estruga's guards lived, to provide

with information from time to time.

What does your Embara say happened?

He said the guards were unaware of the
recon team's presence until one of the

Marines gave away his position.

How? Apparently, he yelled. I find that
hard to believe of a recon Marine, sir.

So do I, Major.

I don't.

And neither will you after you hear
their story.

They were speaking quite openly at the
debriefing until they realized there

might be charges.

What charges?

Cowardice. There's no such charge, Webb.

Their reliction of duty, then. Whatever.
I don't care.

But he's going to be charged.

Sir, I don't think you have the right to
charge anyone in the military, even if

you are a special assistant to an
undersecretary of state.

Oh, I won't charge him, Lieutenant
Roberts.

Who will? You will, Major, after you
hear what happened.

You don't mind if I sit in, do you?

And leave the cigar, Commander.

You had a depressed weapon, didn't you,
Corporal? Yes, ma 'am. Why didn't you

use it? I tried. My weapon jammed, ma
'am.

What happened then?

I yelled and the place lit up, sir.

It was an ambush, sir.

It had to be. They knew we were coming.

It's my fault, sir.

I should have reacted faster.

It's not your fault, Corporal, if your
weapon jammed.

I don't think Sergeant Silver would
agree, ma 'am.

Charge him.

With what, a jammed weapon?

Cordoba's never been in combat.

He couldn't pull the trigger. The man's
a sorry excuse for a Marine.

With all due respect, Mr. Webb, have you
ever been in combat?

I was in the Gulf War, Major. Does that
qualify?

Doing what there?

That's classified, Lieutenant.

Because of Cordoba's cowardice, a good
man is dead.

And Carlos Estruga is still free to
flood our country with cocaine.

Charge him. We'll charge him if and when
we have evidence.

There's something else to be done here.

Enlighten me, Major McKenzie. A Marine
died in the service of his country. His

body should be transported home to his
family.

Major, I understand the virtues of
Semper Fi.

Unfortunately, there are larger issues
at play here.

Such is deniability.

Yes.

I will not risk sending men back into
that jungle.

And that wouldn't be good for your
career, would it, sir?

No, Major. It would not.

Now, if there is nothing else...

Ambassador Witherspoon will be glad to
hear that the last chapter to this sorry

incident has been written.

Except for Corporal Cordoba's court
-martial.

Oh, good.

I was about to ask Maricel to get you.

Alfredo has some disturbing news. Go
ahead, Alfredo, tell them. My agency

received a call a few minutes ago from
Carlos Estruga.

He claims to have Sergeant Silva.

Excuse me.

The doctor said this is what happened
when I turned 42.

She was right.

Estruga said it is my sincerest wish
that this not develop into an

incident which will bring harm to the
president of your great country. You

him to go to hell.

Estruga can't use a dead body with no
identification.

I'm afraid that Estruga says Sergeant
Silva is very much alive and quite

of talking about the Marines' attempt to
kidnap him.

He's alive.

Maybe. You don't carry a dead body like
that. You drag it. He's alive.

Give me a grid.

Isolate him.

Magnify.

Could be anyone. Yeah, anyone wearing
unmarked utilities hanging around a

strugas villa with a shotgun wound.

Grid the shoulder.

One shoulder coming up.

Bud. Get Lieutenant Diaz.

Aye, sir.

Magnify.

What are those?

Infrared op ident.

They had those in the Gulf War, Mr.
Webb.

Lieutenant Diaz reporting as ordered,
sir.

At ease, Lieutenant.

You recognize that ident code?

Yes, sir. It's Sergeant Silva's. They
could have stripped his clothes and put

them on someone else.

What's going on, sir?

There's a chance Sergeant Silver might
be alive, Lieutenant.

Or Senor Estruga just wants us to think
he is, Lieutenant.

My man, the embattler I spoke of
earlier, might be able to help resolve

issue. But you must decide quickly.
Estruga wants to reply by 6 a .m. That's

20 minutes. Wouldn't matter if it was 20
days.

The United States government does not
negotiate with drug lords. The Marine

Corps did not leave their own behind.

There's a first time for everything,
Major.

Senor Estruga is on the line, Mr.
Ambassador.

Thank you, Marisol. Can you bring
another pot of coffee, please?

Not enough coffee in the world this
morning.

Uh, let's not keep Senor Estruga
waiting.

What was the name of that Marine again?

Sergeant Silva, sir. Jesus Silva.

Jesus Silva.

Thank you.

Go ahead. Buenos dias, Senor Estruga.

Habla Alfredo Rincón, Departamento
Administrativo de Seguridad.

Yo sabe quien usted es, Rincón.

Then I shall speak in English.

My apologies for calling at this hour,
but in my business, the early bird stays

ahead of men like you, Senor Rincon.

And it would seem the United States
government as well.

Senor Estruga, this is Lieutenant
Commander Rabb with the Judge Advocate

Corps. Ah, Navy lawyer, yes?

Yes. I have contemplated becoming a
lawyer myself.

Perhaps you should have.

They have to associate with criminals.

This is Clayton Webb, Special Assistant
to the Undersecretary of State.

You sound like an important man, Mr.
Webb. What do you want, senor?

Do you play Go, Mr. Webb?

What? I'm familiar with the game, senor.

Excellent. Then I will negotiate with
you. Now, wait a minute. The commander

not here. Mr. Webb.

I assume the ambassador has settled the
jurisdictional dispute and that I will

be...

Negotiating with Commander Rapp.

That is correct, Senor.

Excellent.

Commander, I have an American Marine.

He is badly hurt, but he will live.

Are you interested?

Of course I'm interested.

Then meet me at Sarabia Plantation at
noon. There is a shed there that they

for drying bamboo.

Yes, but I will need some verification
that the Marine... Sergeant Silva.

...is alive.

I will bring all the verification that
you need.

Noon is a bad time for us. Would five be
okay?

Quite acceptable.

I shall fix dinner.

I make a most delicious grilled goat.

You will come unarmed, of course, but
you can bring a friend or two.

As long as they are not being gone, that
gives me indigestion. Or Mr. Webb, who

has no interest in a game of golf.

Understood. One last point.

If you try to capture me, A video of
Sergeant Silva confessing to the

will be delivered to CNN tonight.

These are AK -47s.

And the ammunition is from China.

AK -47s are sold all over the world, and
Chinese ammunition can't be traced back

to the U .S.

Where'd you learn how to do that, ma
'am?

I'm a Marine, bud.

Have you ever had to fire, ma 'am? I
mean, in anger?

What?

What are you looking for?

Burr on the fear pin and broken spring
on the trigger mechanism.

Something that would make this weapon
jam.

Nothing, ma 'am?

Nothing I can see.

But it could have been a clip of bad
ammo.

Have you examined the clip, ma 'am? No.

Corporal Cordoba said he accidentally
ejected it when they were running.

It happens.

Ma 'am, you're not going to shoot... No!

I was hoping I missed something.

Would you mind cleaning this for me,
bud? No, ma 'am.

I must apologize for the quality of the
photos, but embarras are not used to

using cameras.

They do well enough with guns.

He took these at great risk to himself.

He also told the agent who picked up the
film that he heard the man in these

photos speaking.

English.

Major.

How would you like a dinner of grilled
goat?

Depends how it's cooked.

Under no circumstances are you
authorized to negotiate.

You are to ascertain if Estruga has
proof that Sergeant Silva is alive and

he wants for his safe return.

And then you are to get your six, as you
call it, the hell back here.

What is he doing here?

Apparently driving the vehicle. This kid
has ruined one mission.

He will not endanger another.

Corporal, step away from the vehicle.

Sir? Corporal, it would appear the
special assistant doesn't think you're

enough to drive. Unfortunately, it's his
vehicle.

Dismissed.

All right, sir.

Lieutenant.

You don't want him driving?

Fine. You kick him in the guts like that
again, and next time I'm kicking back.

You're late.

No, I'm not. I still have 18 seconds.

What's wrong with Webb?

He didn't want Cordova driving the car.
Told him in his usual tactful manner.

I trust you replied in kind?

Something like that.

What are you doing here, Mr. Roberts?

Observing, sir. Well, do it from the
back of the room.

Yes, sir.

Roberts.

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

I testified Corporal Cordova's weapon.

It worked.

So what do you think?

That he had a bad clip.

The one he lost.

He's recon harm. He can pull the
trigger.

Hey, Webb said he could not be, Mac.

Have they left?

Not just now.

Panther, this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox. Over.

Pressbox, this is Panther. Over.

Panther, what is your position?

Pressbox, Panther.

We are approximately half a click from
checkpoint Victor.

Roger. Give me a heads up when you've
reached it.

It's a desert storm, but he doesn't have
much radio discipline.

We couldn't get him off the horn during
the mission.

Pressbox, this is Panther. We are
passing the checkpoint now.

Roger that. Press pause down.

Very nice, senora.

Senora.

Sova.

Panther, this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox. Do you read
me?

Damn it!

All right, get your men at Checkpoint
Victor out to the plantation.

I want a car out front, now!

Cordova.

Watch it!

I couldn't shoot, sir.

Too many people in the way.

You saw it.

Didn't you, sir?

As you can see, Sergeant Silva was dead
and was of no use to me.

However, I now have a live special
assistant to the undersecretary.

And you have a dead Marine.

Have some goat.

I grilled it myself.

Unless, of course, you would prefer...
Crow.

Looks like Webb's gonna find out what a
strugle wants all by himself.

I knew he never took that jacket off.

Can't we just leave him there, sir? Just
for a little while. No, Mr. Roberts, we

cannot.

He may be a pain in the neck, but he
came here to capture a drug lord.

Estruga's the bad guy here, not Webb.

You're quite right, Commander.

Alfredo, I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to negotiate for Webb's release.

Sir, you must... I know... No, no, no,
sir, you do not know.

It has taken me five years to keep my
own government from negotiating with

scum. If you negotiate with Estruga, it
will destroy all my work.

Mr. Ambassador, forgive me.

I didn't know... No, no, no. It's all
right, Alfredo. I like your passion.

Unfortunately, I'm caught between the
proverbial rock and a hard spot.

Unless we go in and get him, sir.

Go in where, Commander?

I seriously doubt if Senor Struga is
holding Mr. Webb as a guest in his

Could be hiding him anywhere in
Colombia.

Senor Rincon, can you contact your
embarrer at the villa, see what he

It will keep us from negotiating.

Of course I will try.

Thank you, Alfredo.

Ambassador, you had a hand in getting
Southern Command to let Webb use their

recon load, didn't you, sir? You want
another pass over the villa? If I were a

true guy, I'd keep Webb close by.

Got it.

Marisol, would you get me General Fuller
at Howard Air Force Base in Panama?

And is that copy ready yet?

Yes, sir.

As soon as I get the general, I'll bring
it in.

Thank you, Marisol.

What else, Commander?

Any idea what Estruga wants in exchange
for Webb?

I assume he wants the indictment dropped
against him.

But State will never approve that. Not
even return one of its own.

Webb must know that.

I should think he'd look a little more
panicked.

Here you are, sir.

Oh, thank you, Marisol.

General Fuller's secretary is on the
line, sir.

Ambassador Witherspoon, sorry to get you
at such a late hour, General, but I'd

like to borrow Crazy Hulk. We have to
overfly that estate again.

Anything the ARL photographs is being
downlinked to us in real time.

ARL stands for... Air reconnaissance
flow.

Right down on the old treetops.

I am afraid we are having no luck
locating my Imbara. I'm sorry.

Press box, Crazy Hawk. Commencing my
run.

Yes, sir.

That looks like something a movie star
would build in Southern California.

The man has no taste.

Press box, Crazy Hawk.

Run complete.

Ambassador Witherspoon here.

I was going to wait until morning, but
your ARL overflights are keeping me

awake. No matter.

I am used to such attention, which is
why you will not be able to locate,

Webb. ¿Qué es lo que quieres, Estruga?

Speaking in Spanish is not polite to the
other, Senor.

I'm afraid we're all a little tired,
Senor Estruga. What is it you want in

exchange for Mr. Webb?

My brother.

Noberto. What?

Do not act so surprised, Rincon, eh?

Or didn't your American friends tell
you? We can't share information we don't

have. Oh, really?

Senor Webb knew it?

We didn't. Oh, Commander Raab, my
opponent in golf.

I was hoping you were present.

Where is your brother, senor?

Being held by federal authorities in
Miami.

He was an altar boy.

Senor Truger, please believe me, this is
new information to us.

New or old, you have until six tomorrow
to deliver him to the bamboo plantation

if you want to see Senor Webb alive.

I believe you know the way, Commander
Rand.

Trust is an issue that works both ways,
Mr. Ambassador.

Alfredo. Please, sir, I find it hard to
believe that a special assistant to

State would not inform you of such a
thing. I don't.

Webb knew we would want to trade
Estruga's brother for Sergeant Silva.

It would be another black mark against
his already failed operation. None of us

knew, Senor Rincón.

I am tired.

But that is no excuse.

Ambassador, please accept my apology.

Mr. Webb will owe the apology, not you,
Alfredo.

Commander, I have a notion to leave her
out there.

But you won't, sir.

No, I won't.

But I am going to call the date.

Marisol? Yes, sir?

Can you give me a wash in the room,
please? Yes, sir.

More coffee, I know, sir.

Look, there's no sense in all of us
losing sleep tonight.

Why don't you people grab some sleep and
we'll reconvene here at 6 a .m. Thank

you, sir.

We are not going that way.

We're not?

Of course we are.

But you told the ambassador that we were
going to... Someone from the embassy is

leaking information to Estruga. I want
them to think we've given up locating

Webb. Did you know this too, ma 'am? Mm
-hmm.

How?

When Estruga called us, he knew Sergeant
Silva's name.

How could he? Sergeant Silva was dead
and he had no ID.

Someone in the embassy had to tell him.

Very good, Meg.

Thank you, Howard.

But the only people you told we were
going to bed was Rincon, the ambassador,

and his secretary.

That's right. So how are you going to
find out which one it is? You're going

do that for us, bud.

Me, sir?

You, sir.

Wow.

Hi.

Very nice, Major.

You too.

I was always a sucker for dress whites.

You know what they say about dress
whites and gold wings.

I want to take Corporal Cordoba with me.

Mac, maybe his weapon jammed, and maybe
he couldn't get a clear shot off when

they grabbed Webb, and maybe he can't
pull the trigger.

You don't believe that? You wouldn't
have defended him to Webb.

Webb is an ass, and I don't want to
believe it, but I'm not going to risk

op betting on it. No, but you will risk
it betting on your crazy plan.

My fix on the line. And mine, and the
recon teams, and Webb's, and even if he

doesn't go, Corporal Cordobas.

You know, you shouldn't have mentioned
Webb. He almost blew your point doing

that.

He goes.

He goes.

Attention out there!

As you were.

You go, Corporal.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you, ma 'am. Don't
thank me. It's Commander Rad.

Let's go, Marines.

All right, ma 'am. You heard the Major.
Move out.

I won't let you down, sir.

I know you won't, Corporal.

How can I make you feel good?

I'll let you know when it's over.

What'd they say about dress whites and
gold wings?

Yeah.

Very overrated.

We'll see.

Good morning, sir. This is Lieutenant J
.G. Roberts, Commander Rab's aide.

Good morning, sir. This is Lieutenant J
.G. Roberts, Commander Rab's associate.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized to
reveal that information.

Commander Rapp.

You have a call, sir?

Washington? No, it's from inside the
embassy, sir.

Ambassador Witherspoon?

Sir, this is Lieutenant J .G. Roberts,
Commander Rapp's assistant. We know who

you are, Lieutenant.

Oh, uh, you're their... To Senior Marine
Con. Good. I wasn't quite sure where

I'd find you, sir. What is it you want,
Lieutenant?

Sir, Commander Rapp wanted you both to
know that he's commencing an operation

rescue Mr.

Webb starting at 1300 Zulu.

That's 8 a .m. here, sir.

He located him?

Yes, sir. But where?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized to
give out that information to anyone. I

only tell you that an operation approved
by Admiral Chedwin is underway using

the Marine Recon Team and Crazy Hawk.

Commander also requests that Senior...

Sir, that's all the information I can
give out.

Sparrow, press box, over.

Press box, Sparrow, go ahead.

The invitation's in the mail.

Now we wait and see who shows up for the
party.

One of them should have left by now, ma
'am.

Maybe they didn't buy the commander's
story about Crazy Hawk monitoring all

communications with Trigger's villa.

Sparrow, Poppy, over.

Poppy, Sparrow, no joy.

We may have to rethink this, over. We
still have 59 minutes.

Not me, I got visitors.

Looks like I'll have to guess who the
mole is, unless... Poppy, Sparrow, do

read? Over.

They've got him, ma 'am.

Major.

Recon?

I had my money on the secretary.

Let's hope the commander didn't.

He's taking the turn to the plantation.

Good day, Arnold.

You didn't have to wait in the bushes.

Cigars are welcome in my home.

Please, sit down.

Join my game.

I assume I'm the white stone.

They are the ones almost surrounded
them.

I take it that this is a diplomatic
call.

In a way, I have an offer for you from
my government.

The only thing I wish to hear from your
government is that my brother is on his

way here from Miami.

He's not, but if you'll agree to be
extradited to the United States to stand

trial, I am authorized to guarantee
you'll spend no longer than 15 years in

federal penitentiary of your choosing.

Are you really that big a fool or just
that desperate, Commander?

Or perhaps, senor, I've simply outplayed
you.

I swapped a dead Marine for a live State
Department official, and you have

outplayed me?

In a few more minutes, you'll no longer
have Webb.

Double agents have a way of becoming
triple agents, senor.

Rincon is now working for us again.

He won't answer, not anymore.

I think you're lying, Commander.

But either way, someone is going to die.

Try it, ma 'am.

Let's go, Marines.

Now!

Didn't I teach you to check the fuel
gauge at OCS, Lieutenant?

Double time. It's only half a mile to
the plantation.

approved the swap.

I knew it. I knew they'd do it.

Commander Rabb was most upset when he
learned of Noberto.

I couldn't tell him. He'd have wanted to
swap him for a dead Marine.

Better to swap him for you, eh, Mr.
Webb?

I don't think you can compare a dead
Marine to a live special assistant to

Undersecretary of State, do you? No, no,
no, not at all.

Follow me, please.

that we'd get there on time, Lieutenant.

I am, ma 'am.

Mr. Webb?

It's Commander Rapp and the Marines.

They're early.

Take it easy.

They're a few minutes early.

Hey, listen.

You and I are going to have some work
when we get back to the embassy, senor.

Don't butt the suit.

Why are you here?

Because you are.

Did you think Senor Webb needed a woman?

I am getting him out of here before
Commander Webb does. He has an operation

underway. He knows everything, Senor.
Recall.

Everything.

Whatever he told you is a lie.

You needed more money. Why didn't you
ask me?

Webb was straight from the vessel.

They can't even arrange a swamp without
me. He got you here. He got me here.

And he had his Marines follow me!

Little late, aren't you?

30, 35 seconds.

Sorry about that.

Where's Estruga?

What's going on? We just rescued you,
Webb.

But I was to be swapped for Norberto.

Dave said you weren't worth swapping.

You guard the prisoner. We need Cordoba
with us.

What unit were you with in the Gulf War,
Webb?

Adjutant General's Corps.

It works better.

With the safety off.

Let me have your sidearm, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma 'am.

You play an excellent game of go,
Commander.

Thank you, senor.

There's always another game, huh? And I
look forward to it in 20 years or so.

Secretary of State called me personally
this morning to tell me how pleased he

was with the outcome.

Another gold star on your record?

Well, maybe a silver one.

Listen,

I'd, uh... I'd like to

apologize for some of the things that I
said, even though at the time they

appeared to be quite justified.

You don't owe us an apology.

Well, actually, I... I probably do.

You owe him one.

Right.

I have to see this, sir.

He can't do it.

Give him time.

We've only got 46 minutes.

How do you do that?

It's a marine thing.