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God is coming, sir.

There's a woman in your plane, if you haven't noticed.

Not like this one.

Smuggling pregnant Albanian women on board ship is not part of our mission,

Petty Officer Curran. I know, sir, but she needed help bad.

Do you know where she is, sir?

In sickbay, getting checked out. But I think you'd better worry about yourself

right now, son.

Yes, sir.

How much trouble am I in, sir?

Commander Rav is the wing legal officer. He's going to help us try to figure

that out.

The other officer in the back of the cod, Petty Officer Strawn, he said that

told him that Zipa Berisha was on the manifest.

She was not on the manifest.

No, sir.

Apparently, Petty Officer Strawn was a last -minute replacement for your

partner, Petty Officer Simpkins.

He missed the flight this morning.

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Simpkins would have known that Zipa didn't belong on that flight.

He might have tried to stop her.

Are you saying that's why he missed the flight?

That's right, sir.

I got him drunk last night and locked him in a supply shed at the Pristina

Airport.

Do you want to tell us why you smuggled a pregnant woman aboard the ship?

Yes, sir.

Zipa's fiancé was going to kill her.

She came to the airport to try and get away, but the Russian guards just chased

her off. They didn't care.

But I walked through the gates just then, kind of like it was fate.

Fate? Yes, sir.

I mean, we weren't even supposed to be overnighting in Kosovo, but an oil

chip light on the plane went bad.

So?

Fate led you to Miss Berisha.

Yes, sir.

Well, that and she was crying so hard.

She told me she was going to be murdered.

I had to do something, sir.

Good morning, China. Good morning, ma 'am. Good morning, Gunny.

There's enough crap on that table to hide Jimmy Hoffa.

Square it away, Tyner. Right away, Gunny.

The Admiral's expecting you, Colonel.

Oh, thank you.

Gunnery Sergeant Glendaz reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Gunny.

Glad to see that you chose us over early retirement.

You offered me a challenge, sir. I like challenges.

Well, Gunny, that's...

What Napoleon said when he invaded Russia, I expect better results from

This is Lieutenant Roberts, one of our junior attorneys.

Gunny's going to be running the disaster area we call JAG Ops. Well, if you keep

it half as tight as it was, you'll do a great job.

It's not going to be as tough as Iwo Jima, Lieutenant.

Well, you know, Colonel, everything is relative.

My world, just tracking down two simple concert tickets, has turned into the

trials of Joe.

That's what I get for letting Admiral Drake's wife enlist me for the Navy

auction. Well, sir, I'm sure that I can help you with that. What's the concert,

sir? Uh, something called, um, Limp Bizkit.

Sounds like a kitchen accident or a glandular condition.

Anyway, I called, um, Ticket Forum.

Laughed at me. Said that concert was sold out in 15 minutes.

I might be able to utilize the Marine Corps pipeline on that one, sir. I've

a buddy who knows some people connected to the rock and roll world.

Actually, Limp Bizkit doesn't play rock and roll per se.

They're metal rappers.

Metal rappers, Lieutenant?

I didn't know you were such a devotee.

Just someone get me two tickets, please.

You're dismissed, Gunny.

Aye, aye, sir.

Doctor, stay after. I feel better. They send me back.

Well, a ship's sickbay is no place for a pregnant woman. Edmund will kill me,

did not Sean tell you?

The ophthalmologist did say that your fiancé threatened to kill you. I do not

blame him.

He feels such shame.

Maybe you should send me back. Send me now or let me jump and see.

Miss Berisha, you want to tell me what this is all about?

What about?

Look at me.

Baby's not your fiancé's.

He did Serbs.

They came to our village after NATO was bombing.

They shot young men.

And they took me and other girl to basement of school.

I'm sorry.

The other girl.

They tell their family.

Serbs only make them make coffee.

No matter what, it was just they made me make coffee.

To avoid shame.

Look at me.

It is more than coffee.

You have done nothing wrong.

You Americans.

You don't understand.

Sean said he would be in trouble. Is he?

Well, he might be, yes.

But he just wanted to save me.

Save my baby.

Even so?

Save our lives.

Isn't it why you Americans come to Kosovo?

She has a point.

You know, you look in her eyes, you can almost feel what she's been through.

And the kid? The petty officer who helped her?

His heart was in the right place, I guess.

What place is it going to go to next? The brig?

That part's not up to me.

I sent my report in to JAG, Allied Forces, Southern Europe. I emphasized

extending of circumstances, but you know the Navy.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I want you all to check out a special

delivery from our old friend, X -Man, direct from Dallas.

I give you the original Texas Tornado Miss, Patrick Henry!

Never complain, never talk back, and all you have to do at the end of the night

is deflate her.

I think she's got her name written all over you. Here, have a good one.

Well, if this is the best they can do for a floor show, I'm going to go work

my needlepoint.

Are you offended?

Not as a woman, as a human being.

To be on the same planet with these idiots.

Hey, Commander,

you want the first dance?

Not with your date, Jonas.

I thought the X -Man was on corrosion control duty in Captain Aquino.

He resigned his commission, sir.

Commander, you got Buxton acquitted.

Couldn't you have at least stood up for him when they tried to ground him?

Lieutenant, your friend nearly started World War III.

Attention on deck.

Commander Reb. Yes, sir.

You keep that thing away from me, Jonas, or I will personally let the air out of

his tires.

Yes, sir.

Any word yet, sir, on what you're planning to do with Petty Officer Kerr?

No, thank you.

Actually, yes. He's being charged with unlawful detention, causing his buddy to

miss a movement of his aircraft, and violating the general order against

Stalways by smuggling his pregnant fate partner on board ship.

A little harsh, don't you think, sir? He could be discharged or jailed. It's out

of our hands, huh?

And that's not why I came to talk to you.

Fitness reports are coming up, and I thought we ought to talk before I signed

off on yours.

You're a good aviator, huh?

Well, thank you, sir.

Now, why do I get the impression you're building me up before you let me down?

I think you know what's coming.

Too old, not enough flight hours, not enough travel.

You've only been back in the cockpit five months and already you're running

of sky.

Yeah, another two or two and I'll be flying a disc.

You've been gone eight years, Harm.

You've got a thousand hours, some of these guys have three thousand.

plus 600 traps and 50 or 60 combat missions.

You missed a couple of wars.

This numbnuts back here with the doll will be commanding a squadron before you

do.

So was it Cannon or Beck that he kept in touch with?

We'll find out or I'll get out the pugil sticks and go upside your head again.

Now, don't start, Jonesy. I never heard a limp biscuit before today either. But

these tickets are important. Trust me.

All right. I knew I trained you right.

Everything under control, Lieutenant?

Uh, that desk.

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Dooley sits there. He's T .A .D. if that's a call. I wasn't aware

of that, sir. There was nothing on it. I hadn't looked in the drawers.

Well, I would have told you earlier if I wasn't in court.

Not a problem, sir. I'll make the rest of my calls right over here.

You can't sit there either.

I can't, sir? That's Lieutenant Simms' desk.

I didn't know there was Lieutenant Simms working here, sir.

Yes, there is.

She's an inactive reserve.

Inactive reserve. Doesn't that mean she isn't here, sir?

Yes, she is.

Two days a month.

Today, Lieutenant?

Well, not today.

But I don't know.

Maybe today.

Well, in that case, sir, I guess the only place left for me to sit is the

It's looking freshly buffed, wouldn't you say? No, wait, Gunny.

I'm sure that Lieutenant Sims wouldn't mind if you used her desk temporarily.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate the slack you're cutting me.

$250? Now I know why they call them scalpers.

Forget about it, Dewey.

I'll go to plan B.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is enemy territory.

The Serb -held portion of Bosnia.

We have no friends there.

None.

But that is where we are going to be spending our time starting today.

Due to inclement weather, we are taking over the reconnaissance responsibilities

of our satellites.

Intel reports that there are paramilitary units massing between Foka

for a possible incursion into Muslim territory.

I want pictures.

Lots of pictures.

In retaliation for the indictment of Milosevic as a war criminal, these folks

have declared all NATO pilots war criminals.

To be punished as such.

So if you are shot down and captured, do not expect to be given the honeymoon

suite. Rest assured, however, you will not be forgotten.

We will come after you.

If we can survive until dark, sir.

Daylight is dicey skates.

These folks might enjoy using our search and rescue helos as target practice.

So remember what you learned in survival school.

Hunker down for night extraction.

Let's fly.

Hey, Skate.

Good thing about dinner.

Gets me back to the boat every time.

Dammit! The ladder is greasy.

Sorry, ma 'am. I should have wiped it down.

Gates, you got a track file on that airliner yet?

Hey, Gates, you with it?

Oh, yeah.

This new software's just dropping a load on me. So give it a kick.

Okay, it's up now.

What did you need?

Track file on the airliner.

It's Israeli.

Angel's 32, headed 080 at 400 knots.

He's no problem.

You got a minute?

Commander Rapp.

Thought you were up at the unfriendly skies.

Made it back down.

Always a good feeling, I'll bet.

Usually.

I understand you're representing Petty Officer Curran as Corps Marshal. That's

right.

I was under the impression you were more on the administrative side of the law,

Lieutenant. I always wanted to track criminal cases, sir. I thought this one

would be a good place to start.

Think that's fair to Petty Officer Curran?

I know what I'm doing, sir.

Then you know that the obvious defense in this case would be... Duress.

Got it right here.

Criminal conduct may be excused if the accused party resorted to such conduct

prevent death or serious injury... ...himself or to another innocent

know what the book says, Lieutenant.

Do you know how to argue it in a court of law?

I think I can handle it, Commander.

It's an affirmative defense, Lieutenant. It has to be airtight. Under control,

Commander. Thank you.

Well, it's a computer auction, Harriet.

I just need our credit card number.

No, I will not get caught up in the bidding frenzy and lose my head.

Thank

you.

Damn,

$120.

Harriet, hey, it's me again. How close are we to our credit card limit?

Good.

Take that, cavalier.

What the

hell's

going on with Tyner? I never seen him so damn industrious.

Not sure, Admiral, but there does seem to be some dissension among the rank.

About what?

Competition to get you those concert tickets.

I like it. I like it.

But why the sudden urge to gain my favor?

Well, there's a new gunny in town, sir.

Glad I brought him aboard.

We had a one -night liberty in Pristina, which is kind of a break. Usually we

sleep on the ship.

And that was because your aircraft broke down?

Well, it didn't actually break, sir. It was something with the warning lights.

We get along pretty good with the flight officers, but they don't tell us

everything. And your job, along with that of the defendant, Petty Officer

Curran, was taking care of the back of the plane?

Yes, sir.

The equipment, the paperwork, the passengers?

That's right, sir.

Sean and I were a team until he locked me in a storage shed.

Please tell us about the events that led up to that, Petty Officer Simpkins.

Well, we had a night off in Priestly Night. It wasn't exactly Paris, but it

pacified. There's like a couple of restaurants and a couple places to get a

drink. Do you usually drink, Petty Officer Simpkins?

A little, sir.

If I have more than three or four beers, I get pretty tired.

Did Petty Officer Curran know that?

Objection! How can this witness know the contents of the defendant's mind?

Can you, Petty Officer Simpkins?

Sure.

Sean saw me pass out twice in Italy, sir.

Objection overruled.

He saw you pass out after you'd been drinking?

We had liberty in Genoa and without some guys.

Sean carried me home, sir, just like he was my friend.

What happened during your night out in Pristina?

Sean kept buying me drinks, sir. When I said I better stop, he bought me more of

the local stuff, Rocky.

He said it wasn't that strong.

It tasted like turpentine.

And then what happened?

Well, it all got kind of hazy, sir.

Sean helped me home. I thought.

I woke up with a real bad headache and a pain in my side because I was sleeping

on a rope.

I looked at my watch. I saw that it was flight time. I tried to get out of the

shed, but the door was locked.

And if you had made it to the plane, would you have known that Zipa Barisha

not an authorized passenger and kept her off?

Yes, sir. It's not a public bus.

Thank you.

Let me get this straight, Petty Officer Simpkins.

You missed the movement of an aircraft you were duty -bound to catch, is that

right? That's right, sir.

Which is a serious offense under the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

I know, sir. That's why I damn near broke the shed door down.

But you were never charged, were you?

Sir, why should I be? Because you committed a serious crime that carries a

maximum penalty of a year in Leavenworth.

And yet, in exchange for your testimony against the defendant, the convening

authority has been fit to let it go.

Because he got me drunk and locked me in a shed.

Sir. Your Honor, I move to dismiss the first charge against my client, that of

causing Petty Officer Simpkins to miss the movement of his plane.

This is an accomplice crime.

It is a clear denial of equal justice and basic equity to charge my client as

accomplice if the principal who actually missed the plane has not been charged.

It's Black Widow Law, sir. Manual for Courts Martial, Article 77, Paragraph

The principal need not be prosecuted for the charge against the accomplice to

stand. That's in the MCM.

I'll lend you my copy if you don't have one, Lieutenant.

Or you can borrow mine.

Motion denied.

Do you have any more questions?

Yes, sir.

You passed out because you drank.

The defendant didn't make you take those drinks, did he?

No, sir. But he did lock me in the shed.

Thought you might have missed the plane anyway if you were passed out drunk.

No, I wouldn't have, sir.

Come on, Petty Officer Simpkins, you're a semi -comatose. How could you possibly

be sure you wouldn't have missed the plane?

Because after we finished drinking, I was going to sleep on the plane, sir.

No further questions.

Well, I did make a couple points.

You forgot the first rule of cross -examination, Counselor. You don't ask a

question you don't know the answer to. Well, I think on balance I did fairly

well. I think on balance your client better start planning his appeal.

With all due respect, Commander, he's my client.

I think he's more like your guinea pig. Look, Lieutenant.

Why don't you and I sit down together and we can go over your strategy for the

rest of the trial?

I know you used to be a jag, Commander, but you're an aviator now.

This is my job.

Lieutenant Gunny's a take -charge guy, don't you think?

If you like that kind of thing, Colonel. I thought we in the military did like

that kind of thing, Lieutenant.

Well, yes, of course, ma 'am.

It's just I guess I'm having a hard time accepting the fact that he's replacing

Harriet.

So this is just about Harriet?

Well, of course.

I mean, I hope that she returns here eventually, and I want there to be a

for her.

This isn't about you.

Me? I'm an attorney. I have no conflict with an office manager.

Not even when that manager has special access to the attention and interest of

the Admiral?

He does, doesn't he, ma 'am?

We'd all like the Admiral to think we're special.

You should see Tyner. He's behaving like a child.

He even hid the Gunny's postage meter.

Bud, Tyner is a child. You're not.

The guard was laughing at me.

He said, maybe I just want to go to America to find a rich father for my

bastard. And that's when Petty Officer Curran approached you?

Yes.

He was so kind.

He asked why I was crying.

And what did you tell him?

That he's mad at my fiancé.

He wants to kill me.

He feels such shame because I was raped.

And was it true that your fiancé wanted to kill you?

Yes.

Other girls, they kill themselves.

Or their families send them to fight the Serbs and get killed.

There is no way ever to end shame while you live.

But you wanted to live.

Yes. So Petty Officer Curran saved your life by bringing you onto this aircraft

carrier. Yes.

Your witness.

Miss Parisha, your fiancé and you, you lived in the same village?

Yes. And he wanted to kill you?

Yes. Then why aren't you dead?

He didn't try yet.

But I know he's coming for me.

So he never actually tried to kill you?

When I went to Pristina, he came after me.

Him and his brothers.

I saw one of them on Main Street.

How do you know they didn't just come to take you home?

I know them.

They're my people.

Did Petty Officer Curran know them?

No. He only knew what you told him, isn't that right?

I suppose.

He didn't talk to your fiancé, his cousin, his brother, to the police?

Why should he? To verify that you were actually in danger.

I was in danger.

I am in danger.

So you said.

During his stay in Pristina, did Petty Officer Kern see anybody else who needed

help? Many people need help there. But he didn't help anybody else, did he?

I don't know.

Not like he helped you.

No. The many other people who need help, I suppose most of them are not as

attractive as you are.

Objection! Never mind, Your Honor.

I'm done.

So here you are.

Court martial can't be over.

Now we're on recess.

I thought I'd take this time to talk to you about blowing up at Griggsie.

Pretty weak, huh?

You want to tell me what's going on?

Nothing.

Really?

I've been shot at.

Nearly got killed in a ram strike.

Now we're making milk runs and I'm a basket cake.

Bizarre time to realize I'm not bulletproof.

Hey, you never were.

Thought I was.

Then the catapult woke me up one night.

And there I was in a sweat.

Like the plane going off the deck was taking my luck with it.

I don't know if this helps, but I know how you feel.

You had a reason.

Your night blindness, the crash.

This was before all that.

This is back in the days when I was sure they were going to be naming an airport

after me.

Small airport, but... You know, I woke up one morning and I was sure if I got

a plane, I was not coming back alive.

But you flew.

Yeah, and I obviously came back, but...

You know, the next day I felt the same way. And the next... How long did it

last?

Lasted about a week.

Did it ever come back?

No.

You know why it went away?

I don't know.

I just know if you keep flying, it will go away.

I'd read the papers, sir. I knew what happened there. The murders, the rapes,

the atrocities.

So you believed Miss Berisha when she told you she'd been raped?

Yes, sir.

And when she said that her fiancé was going to kill her?

I know it's a very traditional society.

I read an article in Newsweek.

So you did the things that you're charged with here because in your mind

no doubt that Miss Berisha was telling the truth.

It wasn't just that she's pretty, sir.

You saw her. You heard her.

Did it sound like she was lying?

No, it didn't.

Your witness.

So you did notice that she is pretty?

Yes, sir, of course.

Is that why you didn't bother to check out her story?

I didn't have a whole lot of time, sir. We were leaving the next morning.

You had time to take your friend out, get him drunk, and lock him in a shed so

he couldn't challenge your lie about Miss Berisha belonging on that flight.

I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know what else to do, sir. And that's

defense?

That you committed the crimes you're charged with because you had no other

to save Miss Barisha's life?

I didn't see any other way, sir. Did you happen to notice a big red cross on a

building at the Pristina Airport?

I think so, sir. Were you aware that that building is filled with dedicated

professionals working to help people like Zipa Barisha?

I never went into the building, sir.

Were you aware of another building half a mile away occupied by NATO war crime

investigators, police officers, and victim counselors?

No, sir, I wasn't.

Did you ask anybody about the existence of such services?

No, sir.

So you believed Miss Berisha needed help. He has just completely destroyed

duress defense.

What should I do?

Ask him about the small town he grew up in, his Boy Scout values.

You know, his basic decency, trust, goodness.

How sorry he is.

Anything else?

I got plenty, Lieutenant, but I have a plane to fly.

I guess maybe I could have asked around, sir.

Yes.

I guess maybe you could have.

Gunny. Oh, sir.

One of the drawers was stuck. I found it jammed under the roller.

I love you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Thank you for being part of my life, bud.

I didn't think you'd put it there for me, sir.

No, Lieutenant Sims, whose desk this is, was, is my wife. I figured, sir.

I guess I seem like a poacher to you.

No. No, not at all. In fact, my wife, Lieutenant Sims, gave me these to give

you. Home addresses and phone numbers for everybody at JAG.

Nighttime phone numbers for the CNO staff.

Locksmith, plumbers, the admiral's preferences for restaurants.

airline seats, his daughter's phone numbers in Italy, and Lieutenant Sim's

special codes for the filing system.

Outstanding, sir. The whole Junior Woodchuck survival guide.

Look, Gunny, this place has been kind of a mess.

We could really use some help.

Thank you, sir.

Jag -Op Gunnery Sergeant Glendale.

Tuna! You're the photo beanie. You take the lead. I'll cover your six.

Photo beanie going in.

Camera on.

Your six is clear.

Watch trap.

Hang on.

Attempting to make feet wet.

Big Mother's been listening, Bad Man 1. We are en route.

You hear that, Tuna? All you gotta do is get there.

Fat champ.

Head for the boat and let us eject in peace. Would you harm me?

What, in the arms of those maniacs?

Forget it. We're going down.

No, you're not.

Drop your tail hook.

Why? Just do it, Lieutenant.

Hold your course, Tuna.

They're going to push them someplace they can eject without getting

killed.

It's 3 ,473 feet high and 6 .2 miles away.

What about us?

We're passing 6 ,200 feet.

Rate of descent, 1 ,800 feet per minute.

Time to range two minutes.

We can get them over.

It's got to be close.

Tuna, dump your fuel.

We're three miles away.

Rate of descent, 1 ,200 feet.

Altitude, 4 ,800.

We're a minute out.

Keep that pushing at 500.

I can do the math.

Stay above 3 ,900.

200. 15 seconds out.

4 ,000.

39's the limit.

Are we punching out?

No.

Keep talking, Skate.

We're over the ridge.

At 3 ,900 feet.

Yes! Yeah!

You sure about that, Kusha?

I made it.

He's on scene, Commander.

Woo!

I can't even think of

trying something like that.

Desperation?

You made it.

Does this mean you're going to be flying with us for a while?

Harm, if I can live through your stunt, I can live through anything.

Manor wrap!

We all thought it was time you got a new call time.

Tag told us about your father.

Sounds as though he was almost as crazy as his son.

Besides, you're way too young to be called Pappy.

That was his call sign, wasn't it, sir?

We'll have that painted up right away.

I don't think your dad would mind.

And so, Your Honor, I ask you to temper justice with compassion and please

acquit Petty Officer Curran.

Very well.

I've heard both cases and your closing arguments.

I'm ready right now to deliver my verdict.

Excuse me, Your Honor, I'd like to make a motion. Your Honor, it's a little late

for motions.

Lieutenant.

Not for a motion for a finding of a not guilty based on the prosecution's

failure to make a prima facie case.

I made my case, Your Honor.

Let's eliminate the middleman. Lieutenant Aldridge, who's your

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rapture. I'm an attorney. I've been assisting in the

defense of Petty Officer Curran.

So I've noticed.

What's the basis of this motion?

Well, sir, on the charge of being an accomplice to Petty Officer Simpkins

missing the movement of his aircraft, the prosecution's case is missing

elements. We already argued this, Your Honor.

Petty Officer Curran can be convicted if Petty Officer Simpkins is not charged.

The manual for courts martial spells that out in Article 77, Paragraph B -6.

Well, that's nice, but if you read Paragraph B -2, Sub B -2, may I

sir? Yes.

To be convicted, Petty Officer Curran would have had to have shared in Petty

Officer Simpkins' criminal purpose or design.

That's what it said.

By the prosecution's own argument, Petty Officer Simpkins missed the movement of

his plane because he was passed out drunk.

There was no criminal purpose or design, so Petty Officer Curran could not have

shared in it.

This is highly technical.

And accurate, it seems.

That still leaves the fact that Petty Officer Curran locked Petty Officer

Simpkins in a shed.

For which you have charged him under Article 97 on lawful detention, it

apply, sir.

Commander, you're saying Curran had the right to lock Simpkins in the shed?

I have no position on that, Lieutenant. I only point to United States v. Johnson

and the U .S. v.

Cuevas Ovalle, which the Military Court of Review says Article 97 applies only

to those individuals acting under the color of law, such as a military

who improperly throws someone in a brig.

What Petty Officer Curran did, Commander, is still kidnapping.

That may be, Lieutenant, but you didn't charge him with kidnapping.

What about the Article 92 charge, disobeying the general order against

stowaways? Well, sir, on the face of it, it would appear that he did disobey

that order.

On the face of it? He flat out disobeyed, sir. He had a conflicting

Lieutenant, as a human being and as a member of the United States Navy, sir.

Does the commander have a citation from the MCM or case law to back that up?

It's not a matter of law books, Lieutenant. It's a matter of humanity,

decency. What Petty Officer Curran did by telling you the aid of a defenseless

woman he perceived to have been a victim of enemy atrocities served the risk of

his own career.

Is that not the essence of what our armed forces are for, sir?

Commander, we dealt with all that... All right, I've heard enough.

Petty Officer Curran, please rise.

On the charges under Article 77 and 93, I find you not guilty.

On the charge of disobeying an order, I find you guilty.

and sentence you to forfeiture of pay, $200 a month for two months.

I am very happy for you, Sean. Yeah, $400 is nothing.

But they're still going to be sending you back.

We'll speak to NATO's personnel on the ground. We'll do everything we can to

make sure you're safe.

NATO will be in Kosovo only for a little while.

Izmit and his brothers will be there forever.

You know, Lieutenant, as Fleet Jag, you could launch an investigation into the

lapse in procedure that made this event possible.

Well, I'm not really sure there's any point in launching an investigation.

That's true.

Ms. Parisha would then have to remain aboard ship, at least long enough to

to the investigators.

Oh, right.

And they'd have to come from Italy.

They're backed up in Italy at the moment. Could take weeks, maybe a couple

months. Of course, by then, her child would have been born aboard ship. Which

would mean she would be the mother of an American citizen.

Does that mean she could go to the States, sir? Is that so?

Well, I think that's the way it works, although it's not really my area of

expertise.

You know, Lieutenant, you may make a halfway decent lawyer yet.

Here you are, Admiral. Two seats.

Third row center.

Where the hell did you get these?

Turns out I know a drill instructor at Parris Island. His cousin's a roadie for

some thrash rapper Limp Bizkit used to open for.

I don't know what the hell that means, but thank him all for me.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Robertson to you, sir.

Send him in.

Admiral, I have two Limp Bizkit tickets for you. I bought them at an auction on

the internet.

Your screen name is Mr. Funky?

Sir. Mr.

Funky.

Your cavalier?

I can't believe you went to $300.

You two were bidding against each other?

Apparently so. You spent $300 on these tickets?

Yes, sir.

How much were yours, Connie?

Those were comps, sir.

Well, Lieutenant, I'll get your receipt for the donation, and unless you want to

go to the concert, I hear they really rock.

I'm going to miss you.

Am I going somewhere, sir?

Dr. Jack, you got nothing else to prove as an aviator, or the world, or

yourself, or your father.

You stay here, you're flying into a career dead end.

Arm, I saw you defending that young crewman, making sure the right thing

happened. Your heart's in the law.

You love it. I can see it.

This is just a way to get me out of your air wing, isn't it, sir?

There's no one else I'd rather have flying for me, Commander.

But if you stay here, you're flying toward nothing.

You go back to JAG, you got a chance to help some people.

Man, I have a hell of a time doing it.

Ah, you already know that.

That's why you've already decided.