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[thunder crashes]

[siren squawks]

[man] Get your hands in the air!

She's my wife!

I saw a vision of the padre

right in front of me, sir,

and he led me to my wife

just in time to save her life.

Sergeant Major Jarvis Krohn, United States Marine Corps,

this court martial finds you on the charge

and specification of attempted murder...

guilty.

...God pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death, amen.

Padre?

Padre, I knew you'd come back.

I knew you'd come back and help me again.

[thunder crashes]

Padre?

[opening theme music plays]

[Brumby] If I knew people were going to send me presents,

I would've got married years ago.

Oh, really? And who would you have married?

Oh, it depends on the presents I would've got.

They're not for you, Mic. They're for us.

[sighs]

Well, you can keep that one.

Who's it from?

-Um... Lieutenant Singer. -Blimey. Well, it's too small

for our cremated remains.

Besides, we'd fall through these little holes here.

It's for potpourri.

-For what? -You put it in the bathroom.

It smells good.

[sniffs]

No, it smells like chalk.

The potpourri smells good.

Okay. What's this?

It's a flag case. Admiral Hennessey got one when he retired.

Oh, it's from Tiner.

Is the flag Australian

or American?

There's no flag.

Mic...

that looks like blood.

[man] I just thought

you'd like to know.

You want to help me?

You were so sure Sergeant Major Krohn was guilty.

Commander, your client was found

standing over his wife's nearly dead body

and claimed that he was led there

by a miraculous vision

of a Navy chaplain that died 30 years ago.

What was I supposed to believe?

What's the new information?

We thought Sergeant Major Krohn was copying, badly, the M.O.

of an actual carjacker to throw the blame off himself.

Yeah.

Now it could be that somebody's copying him.

A woman was grabbed in a suburban parking lot

left in an alley in Baltimore

and hit with a blunt object.

Somebody's copying him, or...?

Or this is the guy that assaulted Mrs. Krohn.

Detective, there is an innocent man sitting in Leavenworth,

and now you're telling me...

I'm not telling you anything.

I just thought you might be interested.

And after that defense of yours

with the saint thing an-and the priest

from the Vatican... [scoffs]

Here's the file.

[Chegwidden] Lieutenant, your security clearances

are current?

Yes, sir.

Good. Good.

You are considering volunteering

-for a very special duty. -I am, sir?

You don't have anything urgent going on, do you?

A motion for the Curran appeal.

A plea agreement for Seaman Hammond.

-That can wait a week. -Yes, sir.

While I do what, sir?

Carry a briefcase that could kill half a billion people.

Someone'll call you.

-Your messages, Admiral. -Thank you, Tiner.

-Morning, Colonel. -Morning, Tiner.

Did you like it, ma'am?

It was very thoughtful, yes.

You can display any flag you want, ma'am--

a-a JAG flag, or an Australian flag

or a flag from the church where you get married.

It'll be hard to choose.

Um, Tiner, do you know what this is?

A-A knife, ma'am.

Yeah.

Is that blood?

Yeah, I think so.

It was inside the flag case.

It was?

Did you put it there?

No, ma'am. I ordered the case by phone.

I had it shipped directly to you

from the wood shop at Leavenworth.

-Leavenworth? -Yes, ma'am.

Their prison wood shop is famous.

They made a bookcase for Colin Powell.

[sighs]

[Roberts] There's a telephone inside of it and two special antennas.

-[Sims] When are you going to be doing this? -Next week.

It has a thick book with retaliatory options.

I guess it's like a menu.

Bud, you feeling open-minded today?

-Hi, Harriet. -Hi.

Sir, actually, he's feeling a little overwhelmed.

The Admiral volunteered me to spend a week

carrying the nuclear football.

Congratulations. You'll be at the right hand

of the President of the United States.

Yeah, if he wants the launch codes to start a nuclear war.

I don't think that's going to happen, Bud.

Bud, I had a visit from the detective who arrested

Sergeant Major Krohn. There's a carjacker operating

who may have actually assaulted Mrs. Krohn.

You still don't think he did it, sir?

Bud, I neverthought he did it.

If this thing pans out, will you join me in a motion

for a new trial?

You're not going to believe this.

-Tiner just got me and Mic a wedding gift. -Already?

We haven't even started looking.

That's all right, Harriet.

Are you registered somewhere, ma'am?

Bloomingdale's and Combat-Gear-on-the-Web.

Combat-Gear-on-the-Web?

It's a flag case made by prisoners

in the wood shop at Leavenworth.

President Clinton has a desk from there, ma'am.

It arrived with a bloody knife in it.

I just talked to the warden.

An inmate was stabbed two weeks ago.

They've been looking for the weapon.

They smuggled it out in your wedding gift?

We were just talking about an inmate there-- Sergeant Major Krohn.

Baltimore police have a lead

on the guy who actually assaulted Mrs. Krohn.

Actually assaulted Mrs. Krohn, maybe,sir.

Bud, if it pans out, will yo join me in a motion for a new trial?

Well, if I haven't helped blow up the world, sir.

The Lieutenant's carrying the nuclear football

-next week. -Cool.

Hey, are you going to Leavenworth?

I'm thinking about it. Why?

Good. Then, you can tell Sergeant Major Krohn

there's a new lead in his case.

I got to stay here and follow up on the carjacker thing.

I mean, you want to return the gift, right? Thanks.

[man] We run a tight operation here, Colonel.

Assaults are pretty damn rare.

Who was the stabbing victim, sir?

Paul Weston, former Air Force captain

doing eight years for selling stolen weapons.

Do you know why he was assaulted?

He says he doesn't know.

Sometimes it happens because somebody gets

more mashed potatoes than somebody else

in the chow line.

Finding that knife's our first break.

Uh, I'm sorry it ruined your wedding gift.

The flag case is nice, sir.

Well, they do very good work here.

Did you know that Colin Powell

has one of our bookcases?

-Yes, sir. -Please.

-Thank you. -Uh, there's Krohn.

-He works in the wood shop? -Yes, he's a model inmate.

Moved up to medium security in record time.

-Um, if you'll excuse me? -Sure.

-Please, go ahead. -Thank you, sir.

So, let's take a look...

Sergeant Major Krohn?

I'm not a sergeant major in here, Ma'am.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

I work with Commander Rabb.

How is the Commander?

He's fine. How are you?

Um... is there someplace we can talk?

Yes, ma'am.

Clark, you want to finish this?

Sure thing, Jarvis.

Colonel MacKenzie.

It's nice to see you again.

Clark Palmer.

Clark Palmer works in the wood shop with Sergeant Major Krohn?

Apparently they're friends.

They met in the Assaultive Offenders Therapy Group.

Sergeant Major Krohn is a devout Catholic and innocent.

Palmer is a sociopath and a homicidal maniac.

Well, now he goes to chapel with the Sergeant Major.

Palmer goes to chapel?

And Bible study-- three times a week.

Did you tell Sergeant Major Krohn about the carjacking?

Yes.

-What was his reaction? -He was excited.

-Harm, there's something else. -What?

That knife was the first real clue they have

-in the stabbing here. -And?

They checked it for fingerprints.

They found one set-- a perfect match

with Sergeant Major Krohn.

I'm on my way there.

Look, it wouldn't be the first time

we were fooled by an inmate.

[Rabb] Sir, I know Sergeant Major Krohn.

I cannot believe he would stab anybody.

I understand you don't believe

he attempted to kill his wife, either.

No, sir, and neither does she.

Which means he was led to the crime scene

by a vision of a Navy chaplain who was killed in Vietnam?

-That's right, Colonel. -The Vatican took it seriously.

Chaplain Wiggins is a candidate to be declared a saint.

What about Krohn's fingerprints on the knife?

What does the Pope have to say about that?

Colonel, there could be an other-than-supernatural explanation for that.

The man who was stabbed was in the same wing as Krohn.

Earlier that day, he was seen arguing with Krohn.

-What about Clark Palmer, sir? -What about him?

Clark Palmer's capable of arranging this entire thing

just to mess with me,sir.

He knows I want to get Sergeant Major Krohn out of prison.

Palmer would stab someone at random just to mess with you?

Colonel, you'd be surprised

the lengths to which Clark Palmer hasgone

just to mess with me. I'm his obsession.

Seems to me, Commander, like he's yours.

Palmer is an extremely dangerous man, Colonel.

[sighs] Palmer's cell is in a different wing

than the man who was stabbed.

He didn't have access.

So he got the knife from somebody who did, sir.

You figured all this out on the plane ride, Commander?

Colonel, there's new information on the Krohn case.

With your permission, I would like to stay here,

participate in the investigation of the stabbing.

Colonel Mackenzie will go back and work with Detective Carlton

to find the man who actually assaulted Mrs. Krohn--

if you can spare the time.

Just don't expect any miracles.

[Krohn] Sir, if I had stabbed somebody,

I'd have wiped my fingerprints off the knife

before mailing it to a JAG officer.

Colonel Warren says that you were seen

arguing with the victim.

For one minute.

He was hogging the shower.

Nothing to it.

You argued over a shower, huh?

This place doesn't bring out the best in people, Commander.

I live in a six- by-ten-foot cubicle.

I'm counted or searched half a dozen times a day.

If I keep my nose clean, one day I will be able to go to the head

without a guard on my rear.

We will find the man

who assaulted your wife, Sergeant Major.

After the trial, I thought that would just, uh...

sort itself out.

I've already had one miracle.

Maybe that was my full ration.

Do you have any idea who stabbed Paul Weston?

Clark Palmer, maybe?

Not the Clark Palmer I know.

Clark Palmer has a vicious history, Sergeant Major--

assassination, arms dealing.

He and some other rogue agents

from the Defense Security Division

sold nerve gas that is responsible for the deaths

of 41 U.N. peacekeepers, including four Marines.

I'm sure all that's true, Commander,

but the man I know has been confessing his sins.

He's been seeking the Lord's forgiveness and begging

for the help to heal what's evil in his heart.

He's even helped me keep myfaith.

Clark Palmer's a con man.

Well then, sir, he's conned me, too.

And from what I've seen in chapel,

he's done a damn fine job of conning God.

-[Chegwidden] Tiner? -[Tiner] Sir.

This is the Bloomingdale wedding registry.

Order the, uh, items I have circled.

Have them sent to Colonel MacKenzie's residence.

Aye, sir. "Egyptian cotton sheets and pillow cases."

Oh, sir, those have already been purchased.

Well, I just printed this thing out ten minutes ago.

Yes, sir, and I just bought them five minutes ago.

I'm sorry, sir.

Give me that.

You left me with pieces of things.

One dinner place setting

two towels, a... a gravy boat.

Maybe you can put them together in some creative way, sir.

You know, like

you could, um, suggest they invite guests over

for dinner and...

A bath.

Would you like to peruse

the Combat-Gear-on-the-Web list, sir?

Hmm.

Well...

night vision scopes are still available.

Oh, that's more of a "he" gift

than a "they" gift, though, sir.

Money's always appreciated, sir.

Too impersonal, Tiner. Shows laziness.

Give them something they want

or something I know they'd appreciate.

Well, what would you appreciate, sir?

Tiner... order season tickets under the name of Brumby

for the Folger Library Theatre.

I'll give them a season of Shakespeare.

Aye, Sir.

The Colonel will love it.

And Brumby, sir?

[sighs]

How much money?

[woman] It was the most terrible thing I've ever seen.

She had two grocery bags in her arms.

Uh, her car keys were in her hand.

He knocked down the bags.

There were cans rolling all over the parking lot.

You told the other officer you got a look at him.

White man... young.

Uh, pale hair.

Very pale.

He hit her with a hammer.

Do you remember anything else about him?

-Was he in the Marines? -Not that we know, ma'am,

but one of our people is involved in the case.

Oh. He had a beard.

Uh, wispy... thin.

If you catch him, would I have to testify?

Too soon to tell, ma'am.

-Thank you for your cooperation. -Thanks.

I'll pass this on to Commander Rabb.

Do you have anything else?

No... but if we see him, we'll know him.

He drove off in the victim's car.

Do you know how he got to the market?

No. We're looking for a 2000 Lexus, silver.

And Mrs. Krohn's car.

And Mrs. Krohn's car.

1994 Chevrolet Impala sedan, lime green.

Dent in the left rear fender.

Maybe he stole it from his grandmother.

[Rabb] I've forgotten, Palmer.

How many times did you try to kill me?

Two? Three?

You should hate me, Commander,

and condemn me,

and I don't expect anything I say to change that

but I did those things in a different lifetime.

Yeah, I understand you found God.

There's no accomplishment in that.

He's right there for anyone who looks.

Well, you've made a positive impression on Jarvis Krohn.

I can only hope that that's true.

He's a fine person.

You know I'm trying to get him out of here.

And I hope you succeed.

Well, in that different lifetime of yours, Palmer,

it would've given you great satisfaction

to prevent me from succeeding,

just for the thrill of messing with me.

You, and a few other people, sent me a pretty loud message

that I wasn't doing the right thing in life,

and after a few years in here, I couldn't help but consider

that perhaps you're on to something.

Here.

Oh.

Sorry.

I have your fingerprints.

I guess.

That's how you got Jarvis Krohn's fingerprints

on the knife handle--

in the wood shop one day, "Here, uh, Jarvis.

Oh, wait, I still need it"--

and then you took the piece of doweling

and you attached the blade

and you sent it in the box intended for Colonel MacKenzie.

I could understand why you'd think that, Commander.

but I'm sorry that you do.

And I'm sorry if this whole thing

has cast any sort of shadow

over Colonel MacKenzie's wedding.

I really do wish her the ver...

Commander.

Commander.

[groans]

[Palmer gasps]

Guard! Guard!

[Tiner] I guess you have to be an officer

right, Lieutenant?

[Roberts] That's right.

I just think it would be so neat, sir,

carrying those codes, all those launch options--

SLBMs and ICBMs or SMART cruise missiles...

slick-ems and glick-ems...

or SLCMs and... and slick-ems.

Make it an all-Navy job.

-Tiner, it's not a video game. -Oh, I know, sir.

It's got to be one of the most awesome responsibilities

-any member of the service can bear. -Thanks, Tiner.

I mean, to kill-- what?-- 50, 100 million people, sir.

That's just right away,

not counting radiation sickness, cancers...

-Tiner... -I remember reading, sir,

some Harvard professor said that to make the President really appreciate

what he's about to do, the launch code shouldn't be

in that briefcase you're going to carry.

Where did he say they should be?

Surgically implanted in your chest, Lieutenant,

and the briefcase would have a big butcher knife,

and if the President wanted to launch nuclear weapons

and kill all those faceless, nameless people,

first he'd have to take out that knife

and personally hack you open.

Sir.

It's not looking good, Commander.

Apparently he suffered a massive intracerebral hemorrhage.

Just like that?

He's 36.

Could've been caused

by a congenital vascular malformation.

Did it start with a headache?

I don't know, doctor.

-He... just collapsed. -As soon as he's stable

we'll transport him to Kansas City for a CAT scan

to see whether the site of the bleed is operable,

but it's a real question

of whether it's worth going in

and destroying even more of his brain.

He's already suffered damage?

If he lives, sir,

it's not clear how much function he'll regain.

How's he doing, sir?

Not doing good.

No matter what we do, there's a greater than 50% chance

he'll be dead by the weekend.

How'd it happen, sir?

We were discussing how he framed you with the knife.

He said he did it?

No.

Well, that hardly seems important now, sir.

It still seems important to me.

First things first.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

[prayers continue indistinctly]

[prayers continue indistinctly]

If they tell me he's dead, I'll drive a stake through his heart.

How's Baltimore?

Well, still looking for the wispy beard driving a Lexus.

How's the Sergeant Major?

He's been praying at Palmer's bedside all night.

He's still there.

What'd you get out of Palmer before he dropped?

Told me he'd changed his life, partly thanks to my urging.

You're not that persuasive.

Depends on the circumstances, really.

[chuckles]

[praying indistinctly]

Jarvis?

I'll call you back.

-Doctor! -Where am I?

You've been in the hospital.

You're all right.

Palmer... how do you feel?

I feel fine.

This isn't possible.

[Palmer] I saw Padre Wiggins, Jarvis...

just like you did.

He told me what really happened to your wife...

and he told me how to prove it.

[Palmer] The Padre looked just like you said, Jarvis.

He had on his pack and his helmet

like he just stepped off a battlefield.

But it was so beautiful and so peaceful.

I'd swear it was a vision of heaven.

The doctor said you were going to die, Clark.

Then I must have been sent back for a reason.

To help you.

What did the Padre say?

You know, he didn't actually speak,

but I understood everything he meant.

You're innocent, Jarvis.

I know.

The man who attacked your wife--

he's a drug user, a young guy,

and he's got light hair and a beard.

And he's still in Maryland.

He's turned his face away from God.

This vision had a lot to say, Palmer.

He told me what he needed to, Commander.

Yeah, did he tell you where to find this man?

No, but he said that he would.

If we go there, he'll lead me to him,

just like he led you to your wife.

Oh, you want us to let you out of prison,

put you on a bus to Maryland, huh?

Why don't I give you a blank passport

and a couple credit cards while we're at it?

I'm not asking for anything for myself.

No, just a bus ride around Baltimore.

A lot of people in here would kill for a little fresh air.

Yes, I'd get some air, Commander,

but deny me that, and we give up an opportunity

to get this innocent man out of here forever.

As your commanding officer, I'm required to review

your orders from the White House Military Office

concerning your responsibilities for the briefcase.

I'm... I'm pretty clear

about those, Admiral.

I... looked at them last night... all night.

All night?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, you do look like hell.

Lieutenant... do you have a problem with this assignment?

Sir, as members of the United States Navy,

we train and prepare to kill the enemies

who confront us.

Actually, as lawyers, we...

we train and prepare to overcome their objections.

But to kill so many people so far away,

people that you don't even know what they look like...

who they are.

Lieutenant, our nuclear weapons

are not pointed at random locations.

They're aimed at specific enemy military targets.

Yes, sir.

And they haven't been fired at anyone at all since 1945.

I know that, sir.

And they haven't needed to be fired

because they're readyto be fired,

and our enemies have always known that.

I understand, sir.

So, Bud... in a sense,

you're not just carrying a briefcase.

You're carrying a...

a paradox.

A paradox, sir?

If you're there with the briefcase,

you won't be needed.

The only chance that you would be needed,

is if you weren't there.

Yes, sir.

So be there.

In case the President needs you.

So he won't.

Yes, sir.

And don't lose it.

The paradox, sir?

The briefcase.

Yes, sir.

Care for a ride, Padre? Free of charge.

Commander Rabb, as I live and breathe.

Father O'Rourke.

How'd you know I was coming?

Sergeant Major Krohn told me.

Let me.

But I thought you were all set.

You have the two miracles you needed

to make Chaplain Wiggins a saint.

Well, one confirmed. The other still being evaluated.

Wouldn't hurt to have something else in me pocket.

I hope you didn't come all the way from Rome.

-We're here. -No. Missoula, Montana.

There's a dead nun up there who might be up to some good.

And I thought I had a weird job.

Well, we're always looking for a few good men, Commander,

if you fancy a change in uniform.

Well, thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

But I think you're wasting your time on this one, Father.

You kidding? It's a possible double-header.

No smoking in the car.

[Warren] As I've explained to Archbishop Philips

and General Hightower, we usually don't send inmates out on field trips.

I don't know what religion

you are, Colonel, but I think you'd agree

we've got a rather special case here.

That's an understatement.

Colonel, I know Clark Palmer.

I don't trust him or believe him.

Even when he's come back from the dead?

He wasn't dead. Supposed to be.

He's faked his death before, Sergeant Major.

Can you tell me how he's fooled our doctor?

Not yet, sir.

Unless he didn't fool anyone.

I understand you prayed for him, Sergeant Major.

I asked Chaplain Wiggins to intercede with God

just the way I did that night

he led me to my wife and saved her life.

[Warren] Father, are you

investigating this as a possible miracle?

An otherwise inexplicable recovery.

Now, our experts will want

Mr. Palmer's complete medical records if you'll release them.

It's not Palmer's records I'm worried about releasing.

Father, do you really believe

that if we all traipse off to Baltimore,

Padre Wiggins will appear again

in another miraculous vision on cue?

I don't know.

But I'd certainly like to find out, wouldn't you?

Sir, at my trial, you argued

that this same sort of miracle could happen.

To you,Sergeant Major, not Clark Palmer.

Well, sir, you seem to accept part of my religion, and...

the very core of my religion

is that any man can be redeemed if he wants to be.

I understand Mr. Palmer provided a partial

description of the carjacker you're looking for, Commander.

Young man...

light hair, beard.

Does that match the police information?

What do the witnesses say?

Pale hair, wispy beard.

Sir... how would Palmer know that?

[reporter] Mr. President, a photo

with you and the senator, please?

Mr. President, can we get a shot, please, sir?

Excuse me.

[man on PA] We need a cleanup on aisle three.

...on aisle three.

Commander, I see you brought the whole damn circus.

You started this. You came to see me.

No, I told you we had a lead on a carjacker.

I didn't tell you to bring out the God Squad.

I'd have thunk you'd be grateful

for all the help you can get, Detective.

Father, you plan on using dead saints

to solve crimes on a regular basis?

I thought we'd try it once, see how it goes.

And this must be Mr. Palmer.

How you feeling?

Fine. Thank you.

That'd be thanks to you there, eh, Mr. Krohn?

I don't know, Detective. I just pray.

And after that, it's out of my hands.

Okay.

Now what?

Ask him.

Is this where the last victim was carjacked, sir?

Yeah. Car was parked over there.

[Carlton] She came out with her groceries, pulled out her keys...

Well, then he must have been over there.

Yeah, he was.

So what are you expecting to see exactly?

-Some sort of vision? -Yeah.

[Carlton] And that's going to lead us to the carjacker?

Look, I got to tell you.

If this guy leads us to somebody's front door,

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to convince a judge

I had probably cause to go busting in.

Unless some giant, flaming finger

comes pointing out of the sky.

You expecting to see that?

I'm trying to keep an open mind.

He saw the Padre, Detective, the other night

when he was supposed to be dying.

Just like I saw the Padre

the night he led me to my wife.

And he also knew things about the carjacking

that nobody in Leavenworth knew

except Commander Rabb here.

All right, fine.

I'm open-minded, too.

Just... give me a sign.

[police radio chatter]

1-1-2-1 repeat location.

Is this going to happen?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Come on.

Palmer?

Well?

We need to give it more time.

Well, unfortunately, we don't have more time.

We can't keep these officers on for another shift.

I can't control that.

I'm, I'm not the one running this.

You've given it this long.

[Krohn] Sir, these things don't happen on cue.

Well, when do they happen?

When they need to, sir.

Well, this one needed to happen

about two hours ago, Sergeant Major.

Sir, it's my only chance.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to believe.

I really did.

Go home. I owe you one.

Wrap it up!

Take us to the airport, Sergeant.

I'm sorry, Jarvis.

It's not your fault.

Father, how can this happen?

I saw the Padre, and he said I'd see him again.

Nobody owes us any miracles.

What are you going to do, Jarvis?

Go back to jail.

I expect every member of this administration

to stay well within the boundaries that define

legal and ethical conduct.

This means avoiding even the appearance of problems.

This means checking and if need be, double-checking

that the rules have been obeyed.

You and I and the Vice President

share the same goals for our country.

[presidential speech continues]

That's right, Colonel. Nothing.

I've rescheduled the flight, sir.

We should arrive about midnight. Aye, sir.

Would it kill you to stay over one more night, try again tomorrow?

The logistics would, Father.

Security for two prisoners, travel vouchers...

Sergeant Major Krohn shouldn't be going back to prison, and you know it.

Look, I believe I've been more than reasonable, Father,

taking these two halfway across the country

on the basis of Palmer's alleged vision.

He saw what I saw, Commander.

Well, the panel at your trial

didn't even believe you, Sergeant Major.

You did.

The only defense you had.

And you thought it was a lie?

I didn't know.

I still don't.

Father.

What?

He's there.

The Padre?

I see him.

We're going the wrong way.

He says we've got to turn around.

We're not turning around. We'll miss the flight.

Commander, for God's sake.

[sighs]

Turn around, Sergeant.

[dramatic music rises]

[toilet flushes]

Ah, c'étiez pas vous avec le Président?

Yes, yes. Where is he?

Ah, il est parti. Je m'excuse.

Parti?

Taxi!

[Palmer] Turn right here.

[Rabb] You're sure?

Yes.

It's what he's telling me.

You know, I think we're going around in circles.

No, we haven't been here before.

I don't know. This is ridiculous.

This doesn't feel right to me.

Sir, this is what we came here for.

I don't think it's much farther.

Palmer, I have never in my life given a damn what you think.

Can't you accept it, Rabb? That maybe there's something

your lawyer's mind can't reduce to rational rules?

Or is it your pride preventing you

from hearing anything this man says?

You know, Father, I don't have to take nonsense from anyone.

And to the unbeliever, faith looks like nonsense.

He says it's there.

Where?

Just after the railroad crossing.

What railroad crossing?

[bells clanging]

Thatrailroad crossing.

[locomotive horn blowing]

It's just ahead. He's signaling.

Sergeant Major, do you see anything?

No.

All right, move ahead.

Slowly.

Look!

[Krohn] Thanks be to God.

It's Robin's car.

A lime-green Impala.

I don't believe it.

I mean, I believe it.

Ambush!

[automatic gunfire]

[laughing]

[Palmer laughing]

Getting confused, God Boy?

-You never saw the Padre. -Oh, sure I did.

Big, fat guy with a red suit, sack full of toys, too.

Oh, wait a second.

That was Santa Claus.

[laughing]

Padre...

It's just ahead.

He's signaling.

No.

It's an ambush.

I saw it.

Padre showed it to me.

Please, let's go.

Shut up.

Carlton. Pull up. It's here.

If he speaks again, shoot him.

Don't move.

-[gun cocking] -[Rabb] Drop it.

Game's over.

[Chegwidden] Lieutenant, nobody's exactly blaming you.

The President was running late for an Easter party

with some Cub Scouts and had to cut his speech short.

I-I feel terrible about it, sir.

I ran all the way back to the White House.

And they were glad to see you.

But they decided to move on

to the, uh, next officer in rotation--

a... Coast Guard Commander.

Coast Guard, sir?

It's probably best for all concerned.

Oh, I suppose so.

It was actually kind of boring, sir.

Lieutenant, that's a good thing.

[knock at door]

Have a seat.

Got a call from Leavenworth, Admiral.

They found the guilty party in the stabbing.

He says he gave the knife to Palmer to get rid of.

By putting it in your wedding present?

His idea of fun, sir.

They're making it up to me

by sending a spice rack, free of charge.

Hmm. I think Colin Powell's got one of their desks.

Uh, that's Bill Clinton, sir.

[Roberts] How did Palmer fake that, uh, brain attack

or whatever it was?

A tiny dose of genetically altered fugu toxin

smuggled in by the same people

who were waiting to free him in Baltimore.

They send it inside his April issue of Christian Convict.

Commander Rabb secured them, ma'am?

Two DSD assassins we've been after for years.

To set their plan in motion, they committed a carjacking

just like the carjacking of Sergeant Major Krohn's wife.

They knew that would get Commander Rabb's interest.

And then Palmer faked his vision

so the Commander would take him to Baltimore.

So... theydidn't carjack Mrs. Krohn?

No, but to bait their trap, they bought a hot lime-green Impala.

Turns out it actually wasMrs. Krohn's car.

The police tracked it back to the man who did carjack her.

Huh. That's quite a coincidence.

-To say the least. -[Roberts] If it checks out,

I'll ask the convening authority to release the Sergeant Major pending a joint request

that his findings and sentencing be set aside, sir.

And we have another miracle on our hands.

Some days I love this job.

[chuckles]

Sir.

Good to have you back, Sergeant Major.

It is outstanding to be back, sir.

Father.

Precognition. A vision of the future.

It's going to be a little hard to write this one up.

Well, I don't write them, Father, I just see them.

But, sir, it's yourvision I'm curious about.

You had that backup all arranged.

You knew he was leading us into a trap.

Sergeant Major, you asked me how

Clark Palmer could possibly know

what the carjacker looked like.

I never believed he'd had a vision,

so I knew his friends had set it up.

Well, if it isn't the Father, the Son,

and the Holier- Than-Thou Attorney.

-[chuckling] -Keep smiling, Palmer.

Adding conspiracy to commit murder to your resumé

should tag another couple of decades onto your sentence.

Well, maybe I can get the Sergeant Major here

to testify for me as a character witness.

You do believe in forgiving everybody, don't you, Jarvis?

It's God who forgives everybody, Clark.

But in your case, he might make an exception.

[buzzer blares]

-Let's go. -See you around, Clark.

He fooled me, sir.

He fooled a lot of people, Sergeant Major.

Nobody can fool God.

Not even Clark Palmer.

[closing theme music plays]