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I have one more order
of business.

With the CNO
and commandant's blessing,

SECNAV is standing up

a prototype
Joint Legal Service Center:

Navy and Marine lawyers
in the field under one command.

Colonel MacKenzie,

you've been selected
for command of that unit.

Your orders.

Sir, I-I don't know
what to say.

It's Joint Legal
Services Center, Southwest.

You'll be stationed
in San Diego.

Well, that's only
a five-hour flight.

I wouldn't make my vacation
plans just yet, Commander.

I hope you like
Yorkshire pudding.

Force Judge Advocate,
Naval Forces Europe?

You'll be stationed
in London.

You have two days' travel,
four days' proceed.

By the way, it's a...
it's a captain's billet.

The 0-6 board

just reported out.

Frocking's
been approved.

Congratulations,
Captain Rabb.

That'll be all.

You are going to be the
Navy's senior lawyer

in Europe, Commander...

Captain.

That is the steppingstone
for the Judge Advocate General.

Um, I have no intention
of resigning quite yet,

Commander Roberts.

Oh, yes, sir,
uh, of course.

No, not-not
for a long time.

Maybe never.

You're authorized to,
uh, choose your staff.

No one is
off limits.

The same for
you, Colonel.

Just don't duke it out
in public.

This'll take some
getting used to.

Old habits die hard.

What just happened?

Well, your world got
turned upside down.

And yours didn't, Captain?

Captain. I like
the sound of that.

Don't worry.
Your turn's coming.

Don't be condescending.

I was trying to
be supportive.

We both knew
that this day might happen.

Your elevation

to greatness?

Our separation.

San Diego's what, about

6,000 miles from London?

5,489.

That's ten and a half
hours' flying time.

A lot of decisions
need to be made.

And I'm not talking
about staffing decisions.

We have three
days, Captain.

What does
the general want, Coates?

No clue, sir.

Which one do you want?

Do you want to go
with the colonel

or the commander?

Oh, I find the colonel

a little easier
to work with.

You probably wouldn't be alone
in that sentiment.

How 'bout you?

I guess I'll stay here.

It's what I know
how to do, you know?

What are you
so afraid of?

Why don't you take a
chance, try something new?

I'll let the general know
you're here, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Vukovic

is here, sir.
Send him in, Petty Officer.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I did.

Have a seat.

I just got a call from
the commanding general

of the Marine Corps Recruit
Depot, Parris Island.

Uh, seems he
has a problem

with Recruit
Walter Evans.

The recruit went
UA twice.

Both times, PMO picked him
up in the middle of the night

outside the
barracks area

covered with mud
from the swamp.

When asked
where he'd been,

he replied, "Out
killing the enemy. "

Is he a nutcase, sir?

Unknown. Uh, after
the first UA incident,

he received
non-judicial punishment

and incentive
training.

Does he have what it takes
to make a good Marine?

He was the guide in his platoon.

I bet he isn't anymore.
Not after two UAs.

That's correct, Lieutenant.
He's in the brig.

Now, I need you to go
to Parris Island,

help sort this thing out.

What is there to sort out, sir?

It sounds like a boilerplate
administrative discharge to me.

Let the paperwork be handled by

the base
administration.

I've had a request from
Recruit Evans' series commander,

endorsed by the CG, that I send
a lawyer from this office.

I'm honoring that request.

I expect you to report
to Parris Island TAD

as instructed,
investigate the matter

and ensure the best outcome.

Understood, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Commander.

Hey, Bud.

How's the family?

Oh, they're
fine, sir.

How's your leg?

Oh, nothing I can't handle.

Say, uh, you ever been
to London?

No, sir- I hear

it is pretty expensive.

Well, not if the Navy's paying.

From what I understand,

they ship your household goods,
your car.

They arrange for quarters
until you find something

you like better...

You know, you're going
to be missed, sir.

JAG just won't be
the same without you.

How'd you like
to go to London, Bud?

I need an assistant
Force Judge Advocate.

And there's no one else I'd
rather have

for the position than you.

Well, I-I'd-I'd have to...
think about it, sir.

Okay, I've thought about it.
Yes! I would love to, Commander!

You'd better talk
to Harriet first.

Oh, well, she's always
wanted to go to London,

and it'd be a great
education for the kids.

Be a good career move.

Thank you, sir.

You earned it, Bud.

Colonel, may I?

San Diego.

What about it?

I like it out there.

No.

Ma'am, I-I-I don't understand...

You heard what I said.
I do not want you in my command.

That's a little cold, ma'am.

Well, that's the way
it has to be.

You're not the kind of lawyer
that I want on my staff, period.

I win my cases, Colonel.

Yeah, it's

how you win your cases

that bothers me, Lieutenant.

You-you have a gift for finding
overlooked evidence

or missing witnesses, not always
in the most ethical manner.

So I'm being penalized
for going the extra mile?

There's nothing wrong
with going the extra mile.

It just depends
on the road you're taking.

Well, is there anything I can do
to change your mind, ma'am?

No.

I'm going to Parris Island
for a few days.

I'd like to discuss this
when I get back.

Do you ever take no
for an answer?

Well, if I did that, think of
all the fun I would've missed.

I'd rather not.

Good-bye, Lieutenant.

Are you going to miss
Captain Rabb, ma'am?

It's just I-I heard
the two of you were close.

Shut the door on your
way out, Lieutenant.

I didn't ask how close, I...
Good!

Because it's
none of your business.

Still, eight, nine years,
I mean...

This is not a conversation

I intend to have
with you, Lieutenant.

My apologies, Colonel.

It's... just
that I assumed

after your experiences
in Okinawa...

Do you want to
face a charge

of disrespect to
a senior officer?

No, ma'am.

I don't.

What happened in
Okinawa was a mistake.

A youthful indiscretion?

Exactly.

Because Colonel Farrow was
in the same command as you were,

and yet you've built
a stellar career for yourself,

proof that youthful indiscretion
isn't always fatal.

Which is the very reason
why I hope

you'll reconsider my request
to accompany you to San Diego.

Ma'am.

Do you have
a moment, sir?

I do. Have a seat.

Sir, I want you to know

how much I've enjoyed
working with you.

Then why do you want
to request orders

to San Diego,
Petty Officer?

You've had something
on your mind all day.

I'm not even sure if the colonel
would want me, sir.

She'd be a fool not to.

That's kind of you
to say.

Nothing kind about it.

It's the truth.

Being here at JAG
was a fresh start for me,

and I just... I think I'm ready
for the next step...

with your blessing,
of course.

Well, go speak to
Colonel MacKenzie.

I'm sure she'll let me
know the outcome.

Let's just leave our hats at
the door here for a moment.

I want to ask
you a question.

Yes, sir?

Do you think Colonel MacKenzie
sees this opportunity

as the next step,
as a chance to start over?

Are you referring to the fact
that you just put 6,000 miles

between the colonel
and Commander Rabb, sir?

I am.
Well, let's just

when their offices

were 20 feet apart,
they couldn't communicate.

Now there are eight time zones
between them.

I think a fresh start is their
only chance at happiness, sir.

Hmm.

Harm.

Never got a chance
to congratulate you.

That sounded sincere, Sturgis.

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, you were qualified
for the position.

Not according to
the promotion board.

Your shot'll come.

I'll see to it.

Maybe I'll be
JAG after you.

Well, you're now

the next senior man
to the general.

Along with Bud.

Thank you.

I'll see you, Captain.

Good luck.

Bud. Hey, you got a minute?

Oh, uh, Harriet's
waiting for me downstairs.

My car's in the shop.

Oh.
Can you hold the...?

Hey, I-I'll walk you out.

Um, Bud, I'd like you
to consider

coming with me
to San Diego.

I'm going to need
a blue suit XO.

That is really
flattering, ma'am.

But...?

The commander got
to you first, didn't he?

He did.

And you said yes?

Uh, pending a conversation
with Harriet,

but I can't imagine
she'd say no.

No!

I'm sorry. That-that
came out wrong.

Did you tell the
commander you'd go?

Well, I didn't tell him
that I wouldn't go.

I thought you always wanted
to see London.

That was four
babies ago.

And I'm just surprised

that Colonel MacKenzie
didn't ask you.

Well, she just did.

And you turned
her down?

Well, I-I told her
I'd been offered another billet.

Well, it is
your decision.

You know, when the commander
offered me the job,

I was just so flattered...

Who wouldn't be?

And I'm just glad he
recognizes how valuable you are.

I just got so excited,

I didn't put
enough thought into it.

I mean, it is a big move,
and we love our house,

and our kids go
to school here, and...

I think we should stay put.

Do you agree?

If that's what
you want.

I'll talk to the commander.

You have an
uncanny knack

for always making
the right decision.

Afternoon, Admiral.

Afternoon. Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb...

Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Mac.

Harm.

You're going to be okay, Mac.

I'm going to get you
through this.

I promise.

You're being driven

by emotions, and those emotions
are going to get us killed.

You can quit. I can't.

My father is out there
somewhere,

and I'm going to find him.

Or die trying.
Or die trying.

But you shouldn't.

You've come with me
farther than anyone I know.

I'll never forget that, Mac.

I have so much I want to say
to you, but I can't...

I can't find the words.

I know.

Damn you.

Why am I the only one crying?

Gregory Vukovic, JAG Corps,

reporting as ordered, sir.

Take a seat, Lieutenant.

What do you know about the case?

That twice Recruit Evans
went out into the swamp,

and twice he was brought back
the next morning,

covered in mud,
saying he'd been out

"killing the enemy. "

That's about it.

Except that we determined

he did not, in fact,
kill anyone.

What can you tell me

about Recruit Evans
personally, sir?

He arrived on the bus

from Charleston
with the other recruits.

Stood on the yellow footprints,

got his head shaved
and was issued all his gear.

In other words, not much.

Since then has he been
training well, sir?

His mysterious behavior aside,
the kid could be a good Marine.

But there's clearly a problem
here.

Find out what it is.
Report back to me.

Understood, Lieutenant?

Aye, sir.

Oh.
My apologies, General.

Carry on.
Yes, sir.

Uh, Midshipman
Roberts.

Sir?

I understand you had a little
set-to with my daughter.

Well, we-we worked it out,
General.

Mm. Exactly what
did you work out?

An interpretation of the rules
of paintball, sir.

Were you in the right?

Yes, I was, General,
but Cammie, your daughter,

Midshipman Cresswell,
made a very good case.

She has everything it takes
to be an awesome lawyer, sir.

Hmm. Why do you think that?

She has a way
of interpreting the rules

to her advantage, General.

Kind of bending the facts.

I see.

When it comes to my daughter,
I have my own set of rules.

Rules of engagement.

Do you get my meaning,
Midshipman?

Yes, sir!

Carry on.

What were you talking
to the general about?

Uh, Cammie.

His daughter.

Are you crazy?

The General
is my CO,

and you're
messing around

with his daughter?

Bud...

I'm not messing around
with the midshipman, okay?

I just happen
to be in love with her.

No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

Well, fall
out of love.

Cammie and I have been spending
a lot of time together.

Okay, I'm as serious as I can be
under the circumstances.

Okay, I-I-I... I- I don't
want to know about this.

I can't know about this.

Please... leave.

Thank you so much
for having lunch with me.

I know how busy you must be.
Oh, come on.

You and Bud are among
my oldest friends.

It's going to be hard
not seeing you.

Well, you're going
to enjoy London.

Oh, no.

London's out of the question.

You said no?

Well, Bud made the decision.

But you helped?

Well, like most men,

sooner or later,
he came to his senses.

Not all of them do.

Did, uh... did Bud tell you
that I...

I asked him to go to San Diego?

Mm-hmm.

And?

Well, better than London,

but again, I... we can't.

I'm sorry, no.

You have a
life here.

Well, it's more than that.

Tell me.

Well, it's something
I can't discuss with Bud,

so it's just
between you and me?

Of course.

Bud still needs monitoring,

and Bethesda's one of the best
hospitals in the world.

Yeah, Balboa has
a state-of-the-art facility.

I know.

But they know him here.

And his therapists, doctors-
I just trust them all.

Mm, I understand.

Sometimes I forget
about Bud's leg.

So does he.

And then he pushes too hard,
takes on more than he should.

Well, I've never
heard him complain.

Oh, and you never will.

So I have to be his conscience.

Sometimes I think,
you know,

he feels good knowing

that I'm there for him,
you know?

I think he's lucky to have you.

Any man's lucky
to have any woman.

Amen to that.

So you looking forward
to San Diego?

Mm.

You know, I
can't wait.

Here you are.

I wish I had
your confident approach

to life.

Well, sometimes I wish
I had your life.

Oh, wow.

I guess
it has its charms.

I mean, I can say this
for motherhood.

I know what I'm going
to be doing

for the next 20 years.
Mm.

Carpools, band practice,
soccer games. Whee...

I don't know

what I'm going to be
doing 20 minutes from now.

Now doesn't that bother you?

Sometimes.

Mostly, I find it exhilarating.

Mm, I'm looking forward
to whatever life throws at me.

You're amazing.

Thanks for taking the time
to meet with me, Lieutenant.

No problem. General Rossing
filled me in on the facts.

I'm fairly certain
there's one he left out.

Recruit Evans' mother
arrived half an hour ago.

It turns out she reported him
missing six weeks ago.

An Amber Alert was issued.

Amber Alert? I thought
they were for missing children.

They are. Evans is 16.

You're kidding.

Did you request
a birth certificate?

His mother had it with her.

How did he enlist?

You ever sign
your parent's name

on your report card,
Lieutenant?

So Junior forged
his mom's signature?

And presented
the recruiter

with an altered
birth certificate

and high school diploma.

Well, the kid's
enterprising.

I'll give him that.

Mrs. Evans would like to meet
with the both of us, sir.

The sooner the better.

Commander Rabb.

Hey, Midshipman Roberts.

May I join you, sir?

Unless you're waiting
for someone.

No, I'm on my own.
Have a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Busy, huh?

Not too busy.

I'm just dividing up
some case files.

What's on your mind?

Have you ever been in love?

If you're looking
for relationship advice, Mikey,

you should talk to your brother.

Yeah. Well, I tried that, sir,

but Bud doesn't want
to talk to me about it.

Why not?

Uh, it-it concerns
General Cresswell's daughter.

Have you lost your mind?

Pretty much, sir.

Does she know

how you feel about her?

I haven't talked to her
about it.

Well, I understand

that helps, Mike.

Does she, uh, feel
the same way about you?

I think Cammie likes me
at least a little.

Well, here's my advice
to you, Mike.

Talk to her.

Open up.

Let her know how you feel.

Thank you for the advice, sir.

Good luck, Captain.

You, too.

I knew I should have gotten
my own room.

What?

I'd forgotten
how beautiful you are.

You resign your
commission, and you travel

5,000 miles to find me
and damn near get killed.

Well, riddle me this, fly boy.
Why?

I think you know why.

Five years from this moment

if neither of us
is in a relationship,

we'll go have us a kid.

You and me?

Have a baby together?

Yeah. Your looks and my brains,

he'll be... perfect.

Don't make a promise
you can't keep.

Mac, you have someone
who will always love you.

And you have somebody
that loves you.

My husband was killed
January 4, 2002

during an ambush
in Khost, Afghanistan.

We're sorry for
your loss, ma'am.

Not nearly
so sorry as I am.

Walter was 13
at the time.

It's an
impressionable age.

He took it hard.

His grades
started to slip

and he stopped
seeing his friends

and people he'd been
close to his whole life.

Spent a lot of time
reading in his room.

Marine Corps manuals,
history of the Corps...

All he talked about
was becoming a Marine.

That's not something I imagine
you would want to encourage.

Hardly.

I had already lost his father.

I couldn't bear the thought
of losing my son.

As I said,
a change came over him,

and then...
one night he was gone.

Did he leave a note?

No. Nothing.

I thought something terrible
had happened to him.

Is that when

you issued
the Amber Alert?

Yes.

It never occurred to me

that he could talk his way
past a recruiter.

He's a pretty
smart kid.

Yes, he is.

Lieutenant Boyette
and I have talked, ma'am.

We've agreed to chalk this up
to youthful indiscretion.

Your son's free to go.

He told me that
he's not coming home with me.

That he's staying here.

That's not possible.

Well, you don't
know my son.

He's like his father.

Once he gets something
in his head...

I need your help. Please.

Otherwise, I'm
going to lose him.

Well, we'll do
what we can, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh, Commander.

I've given some serious thought
to our discussion yesterday.

Oh, you spoke to Harriet. Excellent.

Well, mainly, she listened

while I talked myself
out of it, sir.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear that, Bud.

So was I, sir, when I heard the
words coming out of my mouth.

I- I-I'm really very honored
that you asked me

and I would love to work
with you, Commander.

And the idea of going to London,
that wasn't half bad either.

But...

right now,
our life is here, sir.

I understand, Bud.

Some other time.

I didn't do anything
wrong, sir.

You went UA, recruit. Twice.

What were you
trying to accomplish?

Extra training.
Night work in the swamp.

Who exactly were you killing?

One of our Dls said that our
enemies are all around us, sir.

But you didn't
actually kill anyone.

No, sir.

Did you discharge
your weapon?

No, sir.

At times like that,

our training says
you go to the knife.

I did what I was being
trained to do, sir:

hunt the enemy.

I want to be the best
Marine I can be, sir.

And you may be that
one day, Evans.

Just not today
and not tomorrow.

The good news is you won't
have to face court-martial.

Why not, sir?

Because you're not old
enough to be a Marine,

therefore you're not subject

to the Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

Sir, look
at my uniform.

I am a Marine.

You didn't graduate
from boot camp.

Now, your personal effects
are going to be returned to you

and you're going to be
authorized to return home

to Ohio with your mother.

Sir, the Marine
Corps's my home.

My fellow Marines,
they're my family now.

I've spoken to your mother.

Tell her I'm sorry,
Lieutenant.

I've tried that.

She doesn't understand why
you don't want to go home.

'Cause everyone will laugh
at me, sir.

Why would they
do that?

They'll think I washed
out of boot camp, sir.

And Mommy had
to come get me.

No one's going to see it
that way, Walt.

I think most people
would be impressed.

Look what you did.

You lied your way
into the Marine Corps.

You worked the system.

You convinced a Marine general
that you had the right stuff.

Marines are taught
to think on their feet,

improvise and adapt,
and you did just that.

My father didn't raise me
to "work the system," sir.

Or to lie to recruiters.

No, of course he didn't.

And it was wrong.

Brilliant, but wrong.

I thought you'd be mad at me, sir. Why?

They made you come all the way
down here from DC.

Well, that's how much
the general thinks of you.

Look at it this way.

In two years you're
going to be 18.

You're free
to enlist then.

They'll never take me,
sir- I have a record.

Of wanting to be a Marine
more than anything else.

I don't think they're going
to hold that against you.

Just let me
handle it, okay?

And my mother?

She just wants you to come home.

You sure you can
fix this, sir?

Absolutely.

I need some advice.

Good, 'cause, uh,
I need yours.

What are you doing about
the lease on your apartment?

That's what you wanted
to talk to me about?

Real estate?
Yeah.

I'm subletting.

You remember Varese?

Yeah, that was the woman
Turner was dating.

Well, still is.

Who knew?

Anyway, she's coming to DC
for a few months,

see how things go
with Sturgis.

Oh, what about
her career?

She's booked six nights a week
at the One Step Down.

She's kind of like
the house chanteuse.

So what about your apartment?

Well, I offered
it to Coates,

but she's not interested
in staying in the building.

Yeah, the neighborhood
never seems the same

once your roommate
tries to kill you.

Have you, uh,

you talked to Mattie?

Yeah, that was
the first call I made.

She told you to go?

Yes.

What'd you say?

I told her I wasn't going
anywhere without her.

We're still waiting for the
juvenile court to rule on it.

However, her father is not
contesting it, so...

You're a good dad.

What about
your cases?

Who's getting them?

Well, I'm giving Bud his choice.

He, uh, finally told you
he's not going?

Well, you know,

once Harriet
makes his mind up,

that's pretty
much it.

I'll probably stick
Turner with the dogs.

Mm, you're all heart.

Ooh, Lieutenant Wilson,
Petty Officer Lyons...

Ensign...
Do you mind?

Funny, I didn't see
Vukovic's name there.

Nah, I don't want him.

You could take him
to London.

Not my type.

Nor mine.
You know, I wouldn't

dismiss him out of hand, Mac-
he did a fair job

on that case
we worked on together.

Might come in handy.

That's odd, coming from you.

You afraid of him?

I could bend him like a pretzel.

Oh, yeah?
He might like that.

So, uh...
were you ready for all this?

Were you?

Well, I've been dreading it
for a while,

but now that it's here,
it doesn't seem so bad.

I'm just taking it
one day at a time.

I still don't understand
why you can't

just send him home to Ohio.

He refuses to go, sir.

What do you mean he refuses?

It's a clear case
of fraudulent enlistment.

Spank him,
then put him on the bus.

Sir, he believes
that he is truly a Marine.

He will not go home
with his mother.

I, um...
I need your advice, General.

His father died in combat.

That's a heavy burden
for a young man.

Probably sees this as a way to
honor the memory of his father.

That's very insightful, sir.

Keep in mind the Marines
aren't like the other services.

That's becoming more apparent
to me each day, sir.

Any suggestions, General?

I don't want
to embarrass Recruit Evans,

or his mother,
or the Marine Corps.

Think outside the box,
Lieutenant.

That is your specialty,
isn't it?

But...

Easy for you to say.

Well...

You're going
to love London, Dad.

You know, they wrote "eternity"

on this bridge in lights
on New Year's Eve.

Is that how long
we're going to wait?

Mac...

We're not in Washington.

We're not even
on the same continent.

I know.

But you still can't let go.

Not yet.

You're just this way with me,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Only with you.

I want you to know that, uh...

if you want to have a baby,
in the future,

the offer
still holds.

I mean, we could
do it together,

like we planned.

I also know that
I have given a lot of thought

to the kind of man
that I would want

to be the father
of my children if I ever...

Commander Rabb is that kind
of man, Your Honor.

I don't have a clue
what I want.

I just know
what I don't want.

I'm tired
of dissecting relationships.

The minute you start
dissecting something,

the damn thing is dead.

So don't talk to Clay.
Talk to me.

I appreciate the offer.

But?

There's so much more
to talk about than just Webb.

Well, Mac...

when you're ready,
let me know, huh?

We are gathered here to honor

Recruit Walter Evans.

He's only been
with the Marine Corps

a few short weeks.

But in that time,
he has distinguished himself

in the same way
that his father,

Sergeant Major Silers Evans,
distinguished himself.

I had the privilege of knowing
both father and son.

Your father was a fine man,

and an outstanding
Marine.

His death
was a loss for us all,

but most of all,
for you and your mother.

In your time here,
Recruit Evans,

I've seen in you
the same qualities

that I saw in your father:

same dedication,
same hard work.

But I messed up, sir.

We all do, son, sometime.

Captain?

Aye, aye, sir.

Recruit Evans,
front and center.

Attention to Orders.

Recruit Evans,

for your loyalty
and esprit de corps,

for the period
15 March to 26 April 2005,

on behalf of the Commandant
of the Marine Corps,

I present you
with this certificate

that proclaims you
to be an honorary Marine.

You are therefore officially
discharged from service

and ordered
to return without delay

to your home of record.

And we want you to know that
when the time is right,

you will be welcomed back,

provided you return home
with your mother tomorrow.

And I am sure that,
with hard work

and good behavior,
you will be able

to persuade her
to give her blessing

on a career in the United States
Marine Corps.

This is an order,
Recruit.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Semper fi.

You have no idea

how much this means
to both of us.

I think maybe we do, ma'am.

Walt, we have
some paperwork to do.

Thank you for everything, sir.

Ma'am, would it
be out of place

for me to make
a suggestion?

After everything
you've done?

There's a VA
psychiatric hospital

less than 50 miles
away from you.

The VA has established
a counseling program

for families of
service personnel

killed in Iraq
and Afghanistan.

I think that Walt didn't
get the help he needed

after his father died.

Ma'am, my father passed
away when I was 15-

pretty much the same age Walt
was when your husband died.

I didn't know
which way to turn.

So, how did you get past it?

I tried church...

street gangs, booze, girls.

But nothing worked
to take the pain away.

I was too much for my mom,

so she sent me to
live with an uncle.

He talked to me
about my dad-

told me things
I didn't know.

See, my mother didn't
want to talk about him

after he died.

So, eventually, after
hearing all about my dad...

I got better.

All Walt needs is
someone he can talk to.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Looks like that closes
the case, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

I wasn't aware that you knew
the boy's father, sir.

I did not want that
fact generally known,

which is why I
requested a lawyer

from JAG headquarters.

Looks like I made
the right decision.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

There's something so final
about a packed suitcase.

Yeah. Not to mention
an entirely packed apartment.

Oh. How about you?
You packed?

Mmm, not completely.

Let's talk about,
uh, you and me.

Neither one of us...
... wants to be

the first to say good-bye-
yeah, I know the song.

We've been singing it for years.

Mac, I don't think
that I will ever...

feel about anyone else
the way that I feel about you.

Uh, that's very flattering.

One piece of advice.

Don't share that
with your wife,

whoever
she might be.

She might not understand.

Do you understand?

Why we can't
make it work?

Why we've let fate
decide our futures?

No, I don't.

Let me ask you
a personal question.

Of all the men
in your life,

what was it about them
that attracted you?

Well, they wanted me,
and they let me know it.

I wanted you.

You knew that.

Harm, no woman wants
to be a mind-reader.

And with you, there was
always complications:

another woman, work,
searching for your father.

That's all past.

Is it?

Mac, we have 12 hours.

We've had nine years.

I guess maybe
I just needed a deadline.

Well, you got one, sailor.

What are you proposing?

And that's not
a Freudian slip.

I'm proposing.

Let's get married.

In London?

Yeah, London works for me.

San Diego works for me.

This has always been

the 500-pound gorilla
in the room.

If we get married,

one of us has to give
up their Navy careers.

Well, we could wait
until I retire.

Yeah. What's another
decade or so, huh?

I love you, Mac.

But I don't want
to give up my Navy career

and you don't want
to give up the Marine Corps.

So, we're right back
where we started.

Do you believe in fate?

Well, it put us
together... sort of.

Fate could keep us
together forever.

What can I do
for you?

Uh, I'll have a draft beer.

What put that smile
on your face?

Well, I just got engaged.

I mean, at least I think I did.

Don't you think
you ought to find out?

That's kind of why I'm here now.

Hi.

What can I do
for you?

Uh, soda
with a twist, please.

Figures a guy like him
would be with a girl like you.

Well, we're still working
on that.

Oh, so, that makes you
the almost-fiancee.

That's the part
we're working on.

I don't see a ring.

We're negotiating that.

Lucky you.

Yeah. Lucky me.

Captain!

Colonel!

Oh, my gosh!

Hey, congratulations.

It's turning into
quite a special night.

Thanks for coming
on such short notice.

Are you kidding? We wouldn't
have missed it for the world.

Oh, my gosh.
Give me a hug.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Drinks?

Yes.
Please.

So, you gonna
help me pick out a dress?

They said it's a surprise.

Hey, the gang's all here.

Hi, you guys.
Hi, there.

Hey, guys,
what are you drinking?

It's on me.

Bloody Mary, please.

A martini.

Joanna, can I have a Bloody Mary
and a martini, please?

You got it.

I got your message.

I thought you said you had
a flat tire and no spare.

Uh, Captain Rabb ordered
me to get you here, sir,

any way I could.

So, uh, I lied.

I knew you wouldn't
come otherwise,

and this might be
a surprise to you,

but it wouldn't be the same
without you here, sir.

What are you drinking,
General?

Martini, dry, thanks.

Colonel,
I understand

you're taking my Petty Officer

to San Diego.
Uh, I haven't

found the right moment
to ask the colonel, sir.

I would love to take her, sir,
with your blessing.

Well, that's
if the colonel is

actually going
to San Diego.

You're not thinking of turning
down the assignment?

Um...

Mac and I have
an announcement to make.

We're getting married.

Congratulations!
Outstanding.

I knew you'd finally come around
to the Marines.

In either London
or San Diego.

And for this marriage
to be successful,

one of us has
to resign our commission.

And it's no surprise that
we couldn't decide which one.

So, we're going
to let fate decide.

Bud.

When Admiral Chegwidden
retired,

he gave me his JAG coin,

and I thought
that this would be

the perfect moment
to use it.

Here is the side with heads.

And this is the side with tails.

The bride-to-be
will call it.

Tails.

I always wanted to do this
at the Super Bowl.

Here goes.

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