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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]