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Vickers is scheduled to appear at an important hearing.

Colonel Vickers has been accused of violating the chemical weapons treaty by

providing the African country of Algeria with nerve gas to use in an attack

against the UN peacekeeping force in Tunisia last October.

Four American servicemen were among the dozens killed in that attack.

The apparent fratricide of the four American servicemen... Yeah? Amos Rabb,

Harmon Rabb, Jr. Harmon, sorry.

Delivered for you.

Could you send a number 23, please?

Yeah.

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.

Lose something, Lieutenant?

Uh, no, sir.

I'd like to speak to Commander Reb, Major McKenzie, and my office ASAP. Aye,

aye, sir.

Victorian romance or spring splendor?

Hmm? What?

What? I've been trying to get you to look at these wedding invitations for

weeks now, and if I don't order them by tomorrow, then they're not going to get

to the printers, and we're not going to have anything to send people. Fine. The

white ones.

They're pearl.

Sorry.

It's not your fault. It's my mother. She's driving me nuts with invitations

showers and seating arrangements, and I'm going crazy.

Well, maybe we should just elope.

That would be so romantic.

Of course, my mother would have a heart attack.

You think so?

That's not funny, bud.

I'm sorry.

Can I speak with you just for a moment?

Lieutenant,

where are Rab and McKenzie?

I'm going to find them, sir.

I'll be right back.

I like Victorian romance.

Don't you recognize me, Commander?

Let me give you a hint.

Special Agent Clark Palmer.

Surprise.

Did you miss me?

Oh, yeah.

Gee, you're a real master of disguise, Palmer.

You have to be in my line of work.

Been bugging my place.

How long have you had me under surveillance?

Long enough.

Long enough for what? Long enough to know you got two overdue library books,

some serious issues with your missing father, and your love life sucks.

What do you want, Palmer?

You've got nothing I want, Commander.

This isn't personal.

Not since Iran -Contra has a military investigation.

garnered this much media attention from Washington. Where's Rab?

He hasn't shown up yet, sir.

Oh, Dwight Burgess from Justice?

What's your take on Colonel Vickers' attorney?

Grabaldi's a good lawyer, sir. Knows the ins and outs of military laws, but

isn't he jagged?

Do you have enough evidence to go to trial?

Yes, sir, but we still don't think Colonel Vickers acted alone.

Someone in the Defense Security Division convinced him to violate the Chemical

Weapons Treaty.

DSD is a Justice Department's problem.

With all due respect, Admiral, the DSD is our jurisdiction, but this has become

everybody's problem.

Ever since the Cold War ended, the DSD has become a refuge for every diehard

spook looking for some good old -fashioned cloak and dagger work.

Security Division does have a reputation of protecting themselves to the

extreme. I'm not afraid of any of that, sir.

That's what worries me, Major.

Court -martialing Colonel Vickers alone won't stop the DSD, sir. A few months

ago, they killed a Marine pilot at 29 Palms. Now this, who knows what's next.

The Department of Justice has been looking for a weak link in the DSD for

year. Colonel Vickers may be our only hope, but we need JAG cooperation.

So what's your plan, Major?

Until this, Colonel Vickers had an exemplary career. The man personifies

but now he's got the blood of four fellow Marines on his hands, and it's

him up inside.

I think if I offer him transactional immunity and a chance to redeem himself,

I'll cooperate, sir.

that big cookie sheet of yours?

Oh, never mind. I got it.

What the hell are you doing, Palmer? What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

You know, you've got great enunciation.

It's very useful for a lawyer, I'm sure.

I guess those high school theater classes weren't a waste of time after

What, are you writing my biography?

No, just getting to know you better, Commander.

Well, now that we know all about me, let's hear your story. I'm not

Sure you are. You're the one in power here.

What are you, getting back at me for 29 palms?

Oh, please.

Spare me the psychobabble, Commander.

Unless, of course, you want to talk about your missing daddy.

What, no witty retort?

Why is that?

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me.

How goes the search for Papa Rab?

You know, I hear he's living very well outside of Kiev. Or is it Smolensk?

Anyway, shame he never calls.

Go to hell.

Enter.

Sir, I checked the entire building. Commander Rab is not here. I've tried

calling him 20 times. He's not answering his phone at home, his cell phone, or

his pager. I think the storm has knocked out some of the local cell sites in the

area. And the beltway, it's a parking lot.

Lieutenant. Yes, sir.

Breathe before you pass out on my deck.

Yes, sir.

Good. I'll have him see me as soon as he arrives.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harry.

I was, uh, wondering if you could look at something in Commander Rabb's office.

Commander Rabb's office?

Yeah, it's a... I have... I want your opinion on a question of protocol.

Okay.

Is everything okay, bud? You're acting a little weirder than usual.

You'd be acting weird, too, if you had this in your pocket.

Bud, I don't think this is the time of the flick.

Are you going to open it?

Empty. It's empty.

It's empty.

It's not

the

whole time, is it?

Mr. Gribaldi, we need to talk.

It's okay.

I'm listening.

Transactional immunity if the colonel gives me the names of the others

responsible. All the information he knows about this and his agreement to

testify when the time comes.

His former employers have a reputation for tying up loose ends. Get him in

witness relocation.

All right.

That ought to buy him an extra weekend.

He'll never go for it.

Ask him.

Bye.

Colonel Vickers going to buy?

Vivaldi's going to ask him.

But did you find Commander Rapp?

No, ma 'am.

Well, until harm shows up, you're co -counsel.

Wish us luck, sir.

Break somebody's legs.

All right, Biden.

It's over with.

Ladies and gentlemen, in light of the reporters outside this building, and for

the sake of expediency, I'd like to remind counsel we're here today for an

Article 32 hearing, not a trial.

The decision whether or not to proceed with a court -martial will be determined

by the evidence presented here today.

Now, that said, Major McKenzie, is the government ready to proceed?

No, sir.

The government requests a continuance until tomorrow morning. On what grounds,

Major? The lead counsel, Lieutenant Commander Rabb, is not available, Your

Honor. Your Honor, my client has been put through enough by the prosecution

without adding insult to injury with the endless delay. What endless delay? I'm

asking for a 24 -hour continuance. The prosecution is stalling.

Counselors! Major McKenzie, as co -counsel on this case, I'm sure you're

of handling this hearing yourself.

Yes, sir. The government's motion for a continuance is denied, Major.

Now proceed with your opening statement.

I don't care how you do it, bud, but find harm and get him here ASAP. Okay.

Keeping me here is a waste of time, Palmer. Major McKenzie can handle this

by herself.

You don't really believe that, even though it's probably true.

Look, if I don't show up, they're going to send someone here looking for me. Who

said you won't show up?

You just won't be yourself when you do.

But we are going to miss you.

What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere.

When they transfer you.

Married officers can't serve in the same chain of command. You know that, Harry.

I'm the leader of a cyber team, Major. Would you please tell the court what

acronym stands for, Captain? That's the Marine Corps' Chemical and Biological

Incident Response Force.

We're brought in whenever there's an incident involving chemical and or

biological weapons.

Were you called for the incident in Tunisia that occurred on October 7th,

Yes, ma 'am. Please describe what you found there.

It was pretty ugly, ma 'am. The peacekeepers set up an emergency post in

abandoned aircraft hangar, which is where this chemical attack occurred.

It took us 18 hours to get to the hot zone, and by then another 40 or so

had been exposed, which in this attack was an agent known as Thoma Nerve Gas,

GD for short.

And what happens to an individual who's exposed to Thoma Nerve Gas? A small dose

causes headaches, nausea, loss of vision, and hallucinations.

The Red Cross workers and Tunisian soldiers who arrived on the scene before

had to be treated for these sort of symptoms, ma 'am.

What about the U .S. servicemen and refugees who were exposed to higher

They weren't so lucky, Major.

Soman attacks the central nervous system. It shuts down the respiratory

function. Those people experience violent cramping, vomiting, convulsions,

ultimately death.

In other words, a cruel and painful death.

Yes, ma 'am. Very.

Objection.

This grotesque exhibition has nothing to do with my client or this hearing. On

the contrary, Your Honor, this has everything to do with this hearing.

Mr. Grabaldi would like us to lose sight of this fact, but we can't, because

this is what's in store for us if we do.

Would you please tell the court how the nerve gas was delivered to the attack

site? It was delivered in 105 shells, which had been modified to deliver a

binary nerve gas system.

Is this the type of shell casing we're talking about, Captain? Yes, ma 'am. And

where were these shells manufactured?

Here, ma 'am, in the USA.

How was your nap, Commander?

Who are you working for these days, Palmer?

DSD or the CIA?

Does Clayton Webb know about this?

Webb? No.

Mr. Webb is very careful not to get his hands dirty.

That's why the company has wet boys like you.

Wet boys?

You've been reading too many spy novels.

They call assassins these days, isn't it?

It's a vulgar term coined by some government geek.

with an overactive imagination and a love of juvenile catchphrases.

I prefer to think of myself as a forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can walk up to some poor soul, put a gun to the base of his

skull, and blow his brains out of his forehead.

But it takes true artistry to have that same guy choke on a hot dog at a

baseball game in front of 15 ,000 people or suffer a stroke on the dance floor

at his daughter's wedding.

Now, you said that these shelves were modified.

Yes, ma 'am. They're hollow shelves, originally designed to be packed with

propaganda leaflets. But these weren't used to drop propaganda leaflets, were

they? No, ma 'am.

I don't expect you to appreciate the kind of work and planning that goes into

something like this, Commander. It's still murder?

Yes, Commander.

I know how you feel about such things.

In fact, I know how you feel about just about everything.

That's what makes this all possible. You're very predictable.

Dress whites and moral conviction.

And of course we won't mention the number of lives you've taken.

Don't compare yourself to me, Palmer.

I never took a life that didn't threaten my own or someone else's. Do you even

know how many people you killed?

I'm not keeping score.

Eighteen confirmed that I'm a wearer. That's absurd.

Is it?

I thought you didn't keep count. Or is it simply that you've lost count?

You want me to tell you about them?

Help jog your memory?

Let's see, there was two Libyan pilots over the Gulf of Sidra, one Vietnamese

emissary, two Iraqi soldiers.

Don't forget to add your name to the list, Palmer.

We manufacture Stoneman nerve gas, don't we? No, ma 'am, not anymore.

But we did at one time, did we not? Yes, ma 'am. In fact, we have tons of it

stored at the Toella Army Depot in Utah, don't we?

Objection irrelevant.

Sustained.

Have we not given nerve gas to other countries like Britain? Yes, ma 'am, but

for research purposes only.

That's the official designation. But do you know for a fact that we've never

supplied a foreign country with nerve gas, Captain?

No, ma 'am.

Thank you. No further questions.

Captain, could these 105 shells have been used with conventional warheads?

Yes, sir.

The Chemical Warfare Treaty prevents us from supplying biochemical weapons to

any country. Isn't that correct, Captain?

Yes, sir.

Do you have any way of knowing where the soma nerve gas used in the attack

originated? No, sir. So then, the nerve gas could have been stolen from a lab in

the Middle East or purchased on the Russian black market for all we know,

correct? Yes, sir. Those are both possible scenarios. In fact... The

could have even manufactured this nerve gas by themselves, couldn't they?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Dr. O, Captain Pasternak has just stated that the Algerians could manufacture

their own nerve agent. As a chemical engineer, do you concur?

Yes, given the proper equipment and supplies.

What sort of equipment are we talking about? The same sort of equipment one

requires in the chemical manufacturing of insecticides and herbicides.

Bug spray and weed killer?

Yes. Root spray is essentially nerve gas for insects.

If you increase the concentration, you've got a chemical agent that's

humans.

Is this the sort of equipment that we're talking about?

This is exactly what we're talking about.

The government would like to enter into evidence an invoice from the Department

of Agriculture for chemical manufacturing equipment.

which was sold to Algeria, designated as agricultural in nature, but as we just

established, has a deadly dual purpose.

Thank you, Dr. O. No further questions.

Oh, Admiral, let me get this stuff out of your way. Sorry.

The wedding plan's coming.

In a word?

Horrible. I don't think I can pull this off.

Sure you can.

Just need to stop thinking like a bride and start thinking like an ensign.

Sir? Well, don't treat it like some elaborate wedding. Tack it as if it were

precision military operation.

Look.

City arrangements, right?

No, battlefield plan.

Wedding party table.

Base of operations.

Friends of the bride.

Allies?

Uncle Larry and Grace Hoboken. Enemy.

Very good.

Thank you, sir.

Cool.

Mr. Spratt, as Undersecretary of the Agricultural Development Alliance, you

authorized the sale of this equipment to Algeria. Yes, I did.

Why? We're committed to helping countries like Algeria develop a solid

agricultural base.

An adequate food supply is the first step towards economic and political

stability.

Herbicides and pesticides play an important role in this process.

But are you not aware of the potential for misuse of such technology, such as

the development of chemical weapons?

Of course, Major. That's why all such transactions must be approved by the

The Defense Security Division?

Yes, ma 'am. And who specifically must authorize the sale of this equipment?

Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

The government would like to introduce into evidence a copy of a DSD approval

for the sale of this equipment authorized by Lieutenant Colonel

Thank you, Mr. Spratt. No problem.

Undersecretary Spratt, have you ever met Colonel Vickers before?

No. Have you ever talked to him on the phone?

No.

So, in fact, this piece of paper is the only correspondence that you

have ever had.

Yes. Could it not be a phony?

Could someone not have forged...

Colonel Vickers' signature.

Objection. All ruled.

You may answer the question, Mr. Spratt.

Well, I suppose it's possible... Thank you very much, Mr. Spratt.

No further question.

Bass ring a bell, Commander?

You've been watching too many Mission Impossible reruns, Palmer.

I fooled you to get in here, didn't I?

You said yourself I'm a master of disguise.

I was being facetious.

Well, don't you feel like an ass now?

Kind of spooky, huh?

You still don't have my voice.

Neither do you, since you came down with that nasty flu bug and spent the night

in... Emergency.

They only use psychos for this kind of work, Palmer.

So what kind of a man becomes an assassin?

I don't know.

What kind of man becomes a lawyer, Rab?

A guy that believes in justice.

I believe in justice.

I think we just have a very different approach.

So you're going to kill Colonel Vickers to keep him quiet, huh?

You're not understanding the intricacies of global politics.

The New World Order is exactly like a giant chess game, and sometimes you've

to sacrifice a pawn in order to save your king.

I see the DSD has become an organization of thugs.

Well, I feel sorry for you, Palmer.

You're so far over the edge, you don't realize it, but Vickers isn't the ball

guy here.

You are.

Don't try to play mind games with me, Commander.

You don't have the talent for it.

I seem to recall beating you in the desert the last time we met.

You think so?

Tell me, how's the big case against the DSD and the Bradenhurst Corporation

coming along?

Justice Department will get a conviction.

Not in your lifetime.

Actually, that's only a matter of a few hours at this point.

Dinner?

Sir,

I know you're busy.

But I was just wondering...

How my wedding to Lieutenant Roberts is going to affect my duty here at JAG.

Well, as you know, it is against regs for spouses to work within the same

of command, so you will have to transfer back to the Inspector General's office.

Yes, sir.

However, your performance has been outstanding.

So, even though you'll be officially working for the Inspector General, I'm

going to ask that you be permanently...

A sign of his office.

You can do that, sir?

Admiral's privilege.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Well, consider it part of your wedding gift.

That'll be all.

You gonna poison him?

Even you must see the irony, Commander.

No, Colonel Vickers is not the innocent victim you'd like to believe.

He was handpicked for the DSD.

So you could manipulate him.

Get him to sign off on your dirty deals.

It's a shame to have to kill him.

Good help's hard to find.

You're not going to release Thelman nerve gas in a courtroom.

No.

Thelman, Theron, VX2, those are old school.

This is the new kid on the block.

Ten times more lethal, virtually undetectable, and best of all, no

You'll be exposed.

Don't worry about it, Commander.

I eat right.

And I carry protection.

Prosecution calls Corporal Cheryl Dupree.

Objection, Your Honor.

We all know what happened in Tunisia, and the Major has already pointed out

effects of the attack.

I do not understand what Corporal Dupree's testimony could possibly add.

Corporal Dupree is a victim of the attack who has to deal with the pain and

suffering every day. I think we owe her the respect to hear her testimony.

Overruled.

Proceed, Major.

What about the other people in the courtroom?

Hopefully their exposure will be kept to a minimum.

Hopefully.

I'm not a mass murderer, Commander.

If I was, I'd simply fire a dragon into your JAG headquarters and blow Vickers

to hell along with everyone else and chalk it up as collateral damage.

Not my style.

No, I forgot.

You're an artiste.

What happened to you, Palmer?

What could possibly happen to a person that caused him to lose every shred of

human compassion?

Stay in Washington a few more years.

I had just... I stepped into the hangar when I heard the explosion.

I froze for a moment, but then my marine training took over.

I raced out to grab these two little refugee girls.

I didn't realize it was a chemical attack until I was about halfway to them

my eyes started burning.

My lungs were on fire and I could barely breathe, but I kept going.

I was saving those two little girls, but it didn't matter.

By the time I got to them, the girls were dead.

I'm in pain every day.

My husband can't touch me.

I can't even pick up my three -year -old son, Adam.

The gas burnt out my tear ducts.

It's been fun, Rav, but I gotta go.

Got a case to try.

Or rather, you do.

In fact, you're gonna question Vicar so hard, the poor man will die of a heart

attack right there in the courtroom.

Imagine the headlines.

Jag lawyer questions man to death.

And then he'll return home, devastated by the day's events, and die in a freak

fire.

So you think the coroner's gonna wonder about the restraints of my hands and

feet, Palmer?

By the time they put this fire out, Rab, they'll be lucky to find your teeth.

This charge is set to go off in eight hours.

So if I were you, Rab, I'd find peace with my maker.

And don't bother trying to Houdini out of this, because I've got a trigger

to this motion sensor.

You may be wondering, if he's going to kill me, why doesn't he just shoot me?

Quite frankly, Rab, that's not my style.

But don't worry.

Hell, you're as good as you think you are.

You'll be in heaven before you know it.

And if I'm not, I'll save you a seat in hell.

Well, that's comforting.

Does the government have any more witnesses, Major? Yes, sir.

The government calls Colonel Vickers to the stand.

Your Honor, I think counsel is confused.

She can't call the accused to the stand.

I want to hear Colonel Vickers tell the court that he's not responsible for what

happened to Corporal Dupree. Your Honor, this is outrageous.

Major, you know Colonel Vickers can't be forced to testify against himself. I'll

do it, Your Honor.

Sit down.

I don't take orders from civilians.

I'd like to make a statement, Your Honor.

You don't have to, Colonel.

I understand, Admiral.

But if it pleases the court, I'd like to take a stand.

Your Honor, as defense counsel, I cannot allow this to happen.

Colonel Vickers, if you take a stand and make a statement, you will also be

subject to cross -examination by the prosecution.

I understand, sir.

Take the fifth.

You can take the fifth. Take it.

The United States has become the world's protector.

We help those who can't help themselves.

It's one of the things that make America great.

But unfortunately, we can't be everywhere at all times.

So we try to give those countries a means to defend themselves, hopefully as

deterrent to their enemies.

Now, my assignment with the Defense Security Division was foreign military

sales.

And yes, I approved the delivery of some weapons to the Algerians.

It was one of our ways of building up security against Libya.

But I swear to this court, to Corporal Dupree, and to all the other victims

I would have never, ever approved the sale of any weapons, chemical or

otherwise, if I thought for a moment that they might be used against any

Americans.

Now, I'm sorry for what happened. I am.

And I wish I could change it somehow, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're a witness, Major.

Would you approve the sale of weapons if you didn't think they'd be used against

Americans? I just said that I wouldn't, Major.

No, sir.

You said you would not allow the sale of weapons that might be used against

Americans.

What if you thought they'd never be used against Americans?

What if someone in the Defense Security Division said, Hey, it's okay.

The Algerians won't use this against us. They're our ally.

Would you look the other way and approve it then?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Overruled. Colonel?

Commander, are you all right?

Sir?

What?

There's a bomb right to a motion sensor. It's plugged into the wall socket. Pull

it out. What? Behind you. Follow the wire. Hurry.

Now. I'm late for court, Admiral. I'm aware of that, Commander.

Major McKenzie, sir. Now, Rab.

Colonel, you admit you approve the sale of the 105 howitzers to the Algerians

who launched the attack.

I approve the sales, yes.

And you approve the sale of several hundred 105 artillery shells which were

to launch the nerve gas.

Yes. And you approve the sale of chemical manufacturing equipment.

No. No?

Well, you signed the approval.

This is your signature, isn't it?

Looks like mine. I'll take that as a yes, sir.

So within a period of less than a month, you approved the sale of everything the

Algerians needed to make a nerve gas weapon and launch it against our

peacekeepers. I told you that I would never approve the sale of any weapons...

If you thought they'd be used against Americans, I know, Colonel.

But you did.

Save your breath, bud. Nobody can hear you.

Look, we're going to be all right just so long as we don't move and trip the

motion sensor.

The bomb isn't set to go off for almost eight hours.

What are we going to do until then, sir?

We are not going to move, bud.

Okay, sir. I'm trying.

Does anybody know you're here?

Major McKenzie. She sent me to find you.

Who did this, sir?

Special Agent Clark Plum.

Man, I really hate that guy. Me too. Don't move your head, bud.

Uh -oh.

What?

I'm getting a charley horse, sir. Don't you dare move, Lieutenant. That's an

order. Aye, sir.

The only thing that I can't figure out is why, Colonel.

You know this area better than anyone.

It was your duty to ensure that something like this wouldn't happen. So

it?

I don't know, Major. If you overlook something or mistakenly approve

that you shouldn't have been, it's a tragic mistake.

And I'm afraid you've been negligent in your duty.

But if this wasn't an accident... Objection! Is the Major going to ask a

question? Sustained.

Major, do you have a question?

Yes, Your Honor.

Then please ask it.

Do you know the penalty for assisting or inducing in any way the acquisition of

chemical weapons?

Yes. What is it?

Imprisonment. Life imprisonment.

And if such action should result in the death of another person, it's the death

penalty, sir.

Sir, I spent the night in the emergency room. I had an allergic reaction to some

antibiotics I was taking.

My throat started to close. My face swelled up like a balloon.

I still don't quite have my voice back, sir.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, sir, I'm fine. I feel better than I look.

Well, you still should have called.

Well, sir, I would have, but they knocked me out with some painkillers. I

here directly from the hospital when they wore off.

How is the major doing, sir?

I understand she's holding her own.

I'd like to get in there and help as soon as I can, sir.

Dismissed.

Commander, General Trenton called this morning.

I want to know about the Hirsch case.

Let's know what our position is.

The Hirsch case, sir.

Captain Joe, where are you?

Marine carrier pilot?

Charging him with Article 111, sir.

Doesn't matter if it was...

cough syrup or draft beer, he was intoxicated while operating an aircraft.

As you were.

Colonel, I know what the Marine Code of Honor means to you.

I know that you would lay down your life to protect the principles by which you

live. And I would like to believe that a Marine of your character would not

knowingly sell chemical weapons to Algeria or anyone else.

But it happened.

You didn't want this to happen to Corporal Dupree, but it did.

You might have been able to prevent it, but you didn't.

Four Marines and 37 others are dead, either because of what you did or

of what you didn't do.

I'm asking you as a man, as an American, as a Marine, were the Algerians allowed

to develop a chemical weapons system?

And if so, under whose authority?

I'm not asking for a confession, Colonel.

I'm offering you one last chance at redemption.

Yes.

We afforded them the equipment they needed.

All right, good, but cut me out of here.

Hurry up.

What about the bomb?

What about it? I'm not going to defuse it, and I'm certainly not taking it with

us.

We'll call the bomb squad from the car.

Where the hell have you been?

I spent the night in an emergency. I have a strep throat.

You look terrible.

I'm fine.

I got him harmed.

Vickers confessed to helping the Algerians acquire chemical weapons.

I think he's going to give up some names in the DSD.

I got here just in time, then.

Major, is the government ready to proceed?

We are, Your Honor.

What are you doing?

I have the smoking gun.

What smoking gun?

What does the colonel make these days?

Not enough.

Really? According to your bank account, you have almost $300 ,000, Colonel.

Yeah, I wish.

Let me finish.

Back off, Sarah.

I'd like to enter into evidence the financial records of a Cayman Isle bank

account belonging to Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

Objection. Your Honor, this is evidence that has not been disclosed. That's

because it was just uncovered less than 20 minutes ago, Your Honor.

Overrule. I'll allow it.

Are you selling American -made weapons under the table, Colonel?

No. How do you explain this bank account, then?

That must be some sort of mistake.

Well, I think the only mistake was you thinking you could get away with this.

Sir, there's a restricted area. You'll have to turn around.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rapp. I'm supposed to be in that corner.

Commander Rapp is already in court, sir.

He's not Commander Rapp. He's Commander Rapp. He is in disguise that he made. He

drugged him and made a mold of his face. Let me speak to Admiral Chegwick.

He also is in court, sir. Out of my way, Staff Sergeant. That's an order.

DSP had nothing to do with this one, did it, Colonel?

You were the lone gunman on this job.

No, that's not true.

What the hell is Arab doing?

You sold the Algerians chemical weapons for cash.

Four of your fellow Marines died for no other reason than greed.

Your greed.

Objection. Your Honor, prosecution is badgering the witness.

Yes, sir. Stay.

Wait right here until I get someone to straighten this out, okay?

The court will take a 20 -minute recess.

Cass, get everybody to get the hell out of here!

Commander Rav didn't do it, sir. Agent Palmer disguised himself as harm in

to kill Colonel Vickers.

Commander Rav, you all right, sir?

I'm fine, Corporal.

Detain this man. Call the civil authorities. All right, sir.

In here, let's go.

All right, keep them on the speed.

Five.

Four.

Five.

One. Two.

It's breathing.

What's that for?

I wanted to make sure it was you.

Harman Rab in my life is enough.

More than enough.

Well, thank you, Admiral.