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Honour guard, attention.

Present arms.

Slow down, Your Highness.

Smile, Your Highness.

Parade rest.

Thank you, they're beautiful.

Give them to Georg.

- Where is Georg?
- Two steps behind you at all times.

I light this eternal flame

to honour those who died
fighting to preserve freedom.

- Security breach!
- Get her out.

Get her out.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash
while landing his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights
in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

Princess Alexandra is the daughter
of the Romanian king.

Her bodyguard was assassinated
in Brussels two days ago.

The killing was a warning.

If the king goes through with his plans
to petition NATO for admission,

his daughter will be assassinated.

Do they know who's behind it?

A group of hard-line extremists

longing for the good old days
of the hammer and sickle.

Look, the king and his daughter
are only here for 72 hours.

Now, during that time, she'll be
attending numerous official functions.

In a significant political gesture,

an American Naval officer
has been chosen to be her escort.

An American Naval officer.

You, to be precise.

Admiral, respectfully, I'm a lawyer.

And a Naval officer
who has been chosen

for escort duty
by the secretary of the Navy.

Sir, she should have
Secret Service protection.

Those guys are trained
for this sort of thing.

She will, commander.

This is her itinerary.

There's a dinner party
at Senator Franklin's house tonight,

a tour of Washington tomorrow,
and on Saturday, the NATO ball,

where her father
hopefully will announce

that he wants his country
to join NATO.

The Secret Service limo
will pick you up at 1700 sharp.

Try not to be late.

Do I have a say in this, sir?

Not if you're smart.

Excuse me. I'm Ensign Sims.
I'm looking for Lieutenant Roberts.

Oh, the lieutenant is in conference
right now. Is he expecting you?

I wanted to surprise him.

Well, don't you find
that most things surprise Bud?

I guess so.

Sir? Commander? Sir?

- Harriet. Hey.
- Hi.

- You're a long way from the Seahawk.
- Yes, sir. Reassigned. Norfolk.

- Bud didn't mention you were coming.
- The lieutenant doesn't know, sir.

Well, well.

Bud, do you have that Phillips file?

Mr. Roberts?

Oh, yes, sir.

Harriet. Ensign Sims.

Get off your knees, Bud.

Yes, sir.

You look wonderful, Harriet.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

Commander, may I speak with you?

Outside.

I was reassigned to Norfolk.

I'm the assistant
to the Public Information Officer.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

And, well,
since I'm the new kid in port,

I thought maybe you could,
you know, give me a few tips.

See if you could keep me
from falling all over myself.

You know how I value
your experience, sir.

Well, yeah, you know,
I'm always very glad to help.

Well, when awkwardness
goes to $40 a barrel,

I want the drilling rights
to Bud's head.

Come on, Harm. It just takes him
a while to get warmed up.

Warmed up?
Love isn't baseball, Mac.

How would you know?

- Oh, hey, let me give you a hand.
- In dress whites? I don't think so.

I couldn't afford the cleaning bill.

- Meghan O'Hara.
- Harm Rabb.

I know.
Read your name on the mailbox.

The Navy must be paying you more
than I thought if the limo's for you.

Government issue.

Don't tell me
you're a protocol officer.

Well, it's temporary.
Most days, I'm a lawyer with JAG.

- You?
- Reporter.

You're looking
at the Post's newest columnist.

- Politics?
- I wish. It's more of a lifestyle thing.

Best imported mustard.
Best hand car wash.

How to decorate on a budget.
That sort of thing.

Decorating.
I could probably use your help upstairs.

I think I might be overdoing it a little.

We're on a schedule here,
commander.

Duty calls.

When you get off duty,
I'd be glad to give you that hand,

in exchange for dinner.

Well, hey, I'd like that.

But I gotta warn you,
it's a work in progress.

Isn't everything?

If you don't mind me asking,

when you meet a guy
and he asks you out,

well, which one?

How do you know who?

What works?

- Well, why not ask Commander Rabb?
- I'd rather ask you, ma'am.

You're really pretty,
and don't take offence,

but I noticed
that you don't go out a lot.

You have a unique way
with a compliment, Bud.

No, I didn't mean to imply
that you can't get a date,

I just figured
that you don't go out much

because you're really, really choosy.

Let's just hope
that's really, really true.

That's what I wanted to find out.
To find out what works with you.

- A reckless sense of humour.
- Jokes?

There's nothing more interesting than
a man who finds the world amusing.

Someone who doesn't
take himself seriously.

Someone who makes it all fun.

The only problem is I never say
anything funny unless it's by accident.

Oh, God.
Tell me you asked Harriet out.

No, ma'am.

It's just, I was so worried
about saying the wrong thing

that I couldn't find the words.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the last time you saw
Ensign Sims, she kissed you.

I thought that was just gratitude.

Commander.

You are late.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

You're late.

My apologies, Your Majesty.

I thought the commander
would be someone older.

Let me assure you, Your Majesty,
the commander is perfect for the job,

despite his tardiness.

Minister Kepish, Commander Rabb.

The minister is paving the way
for King Josif's return.

Actually, Vartan has been spending
his time helping my daughter

make what has proven
to be a rather difficult transition.

Well, it's hard to be regal when
people are shooting at you, Father.

Hopefully, now that we are guests
of the United States,

such a tragedy will not be repeated.

I can assure you it won't,
Your Majesty.

My dear,
may I present Commander Rabb.

- Commander, the Princess Alexandra.
- Your Highness.

Commander.
You're a pleasant surprise.

And how is that, Your Highness?

Well, usually
Minister Kepish arranges

for someone much older
and quite unattractive.

Shall we go?

I assure you,
he's not what he looks like.

Yes, that's what
I was just telling the senator.

The White House
is the people's house.

The Lincoln bedroom should not be
put up for sale to the highest bidder.

Well, I wouldn't know anything
about that, ma'am.

Oh, of course you do, commander.

You're just too damn polite
to agree with me.

Ms. Albright now serves
as secretary of State...

Don't you think you should take it
a little easy, Your Highness?

Not when I'm bored to death.
Besides, I like champagne.

Well, let's hope champagne
likes you.

It loves me.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Quite beautiful, senator.

You know, she turned me down
three times,

and finally I offered her the moon,
and she said yes.

Sounds like you were
confusing courtship

with campaign promises, senator.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll go powder my nose with your wife.

That is the proper euphemism,
isn't it?

What do you think she meant
by that, commander?

That she had to go to the bathroom,
and so do I, sir.

- If you'll excuse me, senator.
- Sure.

You lose something, commander?

She's in the powder room.

She told me to give you her clothes
and went out the window.

There it is. The Zoo Club.
There's a flier in her purse.

Let's hope she's here.

This is it.

We'll get her.

Hey, you wanna keep
this low-profile, right?

She gets one look at you guys
and she's out of there.

Now, on the other hand,
she likes me.

Think it's the uniform?

Hey, didn't you used to be
with the Village People?

Your Highness.

Prince Charming.
Where's Frick and Frack?

You're not safe here.

You have beautiful eyes.

We're leaving, Your Highness.

No, you are.

That is so cool.

- Like An Officer and a Gentleman.
- Princess, turn.

Just a smile, please. Thataway.
Right this way.

You're about to be famous,
commander.

Here we go, please, one more.
Thank you.

- Nice to see you keeping a low profile.
- You know, I hate the paparazzi.

Last year, one snuck into my room
and photographed my panties.

Do you want to know why?

You better ride in the back with us.

Come in, commander. Do come in.

Unlike Minister Kepish and Mr. Webb,
I'm just grateful you found Alexi

and you were able
to bring her home.

Well, I really didn't give her
a choice, Your Majesty.

Do sit down.

You see, commander,
Alexandra needs a firm hand.

She's already been thrown out
of three Swiss boarding schools,

and last spring, she even tried
to elope with her bodyguard.

Some people feel that I've failed
in my duties as a father.

Well, I'm sure you did the best job
you could, Your Majesty.

I tried.

But her mother died
when she was 6.

Oh, may I, Your Majesty?

I do not need you
to pour my brandy, Mr. Webb,

in order to get me to join NATO.

I'm simply trying to be
of service, Your Majesty.

I have no hesitation
in joining NATO.

In fact, I'm more than willing
to explore the possibility

of putting an American Naval base
on the Black Sea.

That's wonderful, Your Majesty.

But there are hardliners at home

who threaten to murder the princess
if I do either.

What would you do, commander?

Well, I thank God I don't have
to make that decision, Your Majesty.

For the moment,
assume that you did.

You were reinstated to the throne,
Your Majesty,

by the people of your country.

With that power comes obligation,

duty, and unfortunately, risk.

If you can't live with the risk,
then you should not be king.

- Harm.
- Please, Mr. Webb.

The commander may be blunt,
but he's absolutely correct.

You don't tell a king to give up
the throne, for God's sake.

I didn't say that.

He's gonna join NATO,
give us a Naval base,

and you told him to get out of the
kitchen if he couldn't stand the heat.

- What would you have told him, Clay?
- That we could protect the princess.

And we can.

Interpol agents have picked up
the Brussels shooter.

He's being debriefed as we speak.

Once we break up
who's behind this,

the danger will be no greater than it is
for any other national leader.

- And until then?
- We take no chances.

I'm changing her itinerary.

You pick the princess up
at 0900 tomorrow.

Instead of a tour of Washington,
take her to Norfolk.

Show her a big ship. Girls like that.

- Whose idea was this?
- Mine. You don't like it?

No, I like it fine. That's why
I wondered whose idea it was.

Lieutenant. Bud.

What are you doing here?

What do you think about dinner?

It's a meal I usually enjoy.

Especially when I can share it
with somebody else.

I know. I hate to eat alone.

Maybe you should have dinner
sometime, with me.

Would that be okay?

I think I can manage that, yeah.

Great. Eight o'clock tomorrow night.

Le Tuers.

Le Tuers.

Sounds nice. Okay.

Stair there. Okay.

- Good night.
- Night.

Throw an extra 20 percent
on the tip.

Oh, hey, are you still at it?

I figured you'd be sacked out
after a day of lugging boxes.

I'm going for coffee. I won't survive
in the morning without it.

Well, you could have
borrowed some from me.

I thought you might have company.

Like I said, tonight I was on duty.

- Off now?
- Off now.

I told you, work in progress.

Yeah, but what you're doing
with the place is wonderful.

- Milk? Sugar?
- I take it black.

Do you have any before photos?

- Of this place before I moved in?
- Yeah.

No. Probably looked a lot
like yours, though.

That is a great idea.

I could take pictures of my place
and use it for yours.

I'd just have to watch the up angles
to avoid the rafters.

For what?

A Sunday layout in the Post.

This place is not gonna be done
for quite some time, Meghan.

I'll be around. Thanks for the coffee.

Hey, that's what neighbours are for.

Just coffee?

It's so big.

Well, not when you're trying
to land at night in the black.

So it's dangerous?

It has its moments, Your Highness.

I hate it when you call me
"Your Highness." Call me Alexi.

Very well, Alexi.

That's better, Harm.

How'd you know my name
was Harm?

Just shorten it?

I heard Mr. Webb
call you Harm last night,

when he was so upset at your
speaking so frankly to my father.

You were eavesdropping.

- Attention on deck.
- Hello.

As you were.

I've been eavesdropping
ever since I was 5.

How else can one learn to rule, huh?

You don't act like someone
who wants to rule.

Well, I suppose I don't have to yet,
and I hope I never do.

But reality says that one day,
when my father is gone, I'll be queen.

Not if he gives up the throne.

He can't do that.
Our country needs him.

Besides, if he did that,
we wouldn't join NATO.

And you wouldn't get
your Naval base.

- Well, you're full of surprises, Alexi.
- Good.

Royalty should never
be predictable.

- Will you be at the ball tomorrow?
- Yes.

Well, then, I insist on the first dance,
and the last.

- When royalty commands, I obey.
- Well, good.

Princess, will you get inside, please?

That really isn't a very good idea.

Well, I thought
it was a damn good idea.

Too bad I didn't think of it.

Hey, slow down, Roberts.

- Oh, Bud.
- I'm late, I'm late.

For a very important date.

- Ma'am.
- Thank you.

- I'll be right back with the wine list.
- All right.

Great.

I'm a dead man.

- Ensign Sims.
- Lieutenant Knox.

- What are you doing here?
- Getting stood up.

Stupid man.

Why don't you let me
buy you a drink?

- All right.
- Good.

Actually, I know this place
right over here.

It's really good.

I will. Thanks, Les.

Good evening, ma'am.

I went to Le Tuers
and you weren't there.

I had a drink with Lieutenant Knox.

I had a flat on a deserted bridge
and I had no spare.

It's okay, sir.

I'm sorry, I couldn't call.

I understand, sir.

You're angry with me, aren't you?

I have tickets to the NATO ball.
It's kind of a big deal.

Lieutenant Knox just asked me.

Good night.

Sorry about the noise.

Guess I'm not used to having
a downstairs neighbour.

- Alexi? What happened to your hair?
- Oh, it's a piece.

Kepish wears it on the weekends.

What are you doing here?

I came to spend the night.

- Where's Agent Culp?
- Oh, I don't know.

Probably in bed,
fantasizing he's Clint Eastwood.

- Do you have any wine?
- You're going home right now.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Well, I just can't.

What did you do, Alexi?

Well, it's not so much what I did,
but what I heard.

Minister Kepish told Father

that he believes someone
on the royal staff

is with the hardliners.

Yeah, they could slit my throat
while I sleep.

Minister Kepish said this?

Well, not exactly, but I'm
really not safe at the residence.

Oh, but you're safe crossing
half of Washington

in the middle of the night?

Well, probably not.
But I'm already here.

- You're going straight home.
- No.

Now, no one saw me sneak out.

Besides, if you take me back now,
Father will lock me in the tower forever.

Your residence
doesn't have a tower.

It does in Romania.

Oh, come on, Harm.
Let me stay. Please?

I'm safer with you.

Now, even Father thinks so.

He said you're the first man
that he felt safe to leave me with.

- Your father said this?
- Oh, yeah.

Harm...

I can be myself with you. Just Alexi.

Maybe for the last time in my life.

Harm? Harm, it's Clayton.

Oh, no, he'll never believe this.

In the shower.

Come on, I know you're here.

Your Corvette's in the garage
and your light's on.

Turn the light off.

Where's the switch?

- What took you so long?
- I was in the bathroom.

With a hammer?

What do you want, Clay?

She's gone.

Slipped past security sometime
in the last hour.

The princess?

No, Chelsea Clinton.
Of course, the princess.

What was that?

- Pigeons.
- Pigeons?

It's mating season.

Sex is a full-contact sport
if you're a pigeon.

Have you got any aspirin?

In the bathroom. I'll get it.

You know, Clay,
she may be a spoiled kid,

but she's not stupid.

I mean, she's probably fine
and she'll be back before you know it.

Yeah, if she left of her own free will.

The assassin they're interrogating
in Brussels

has said enough to lead us to believe

that they have planted someone
in the royal entourage.

I know.

How do you know?

Alexi told me earlier
that Minister Kepish

suspected one of the hardliners
on their staff.

Kepish is trying to talk the king into
skipping the ball and going home.

He believes the princess
doesn't stand a chance otherwise.

Princess?

Sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

I was just returning the coffee,
and the door was open.

Meghan O'Hara, I'd like you to meet
Clayton Webb, who was just leaving.

- How much did you hear?
- Clay.

Anything you heard is classified.

Is that the same as off the record?

Oh, God. You're a reporter.

Don't say another word, Meghan,

or Clayton will have you incarcerated
in the name of national security.

I'm just a downstairs neighbour
who didn't hear a thing.

Good. If the prin...

- If she contacts you...
- You'll be my first call.

She's flown the gilded cage,
hasn't she?

Thanks for bringing back the coffee.

I smell a story.

You smell coffee.

You keep this up,
and Webb will really make sure

you disappear for a couple of days.

Until the Romanian princess
goes back to Romania?

- Are you deaf?
- No, I'm a reporter.

Or, I was trained to be one.

I just took the Heloise gig
to get onto the Post.

Press passes to the NATO ball
are scarcer than Cuban cigars.

The Post only got one,
and it went to the political editor.

How unusual.

He's older than dirt and will
be asleep by the second waltz.

How about getting me a pass?

Sorry, no can do.

I promise to be a great neighbour,
never complain about the pound...

I said, no, Meghan.

Guess I'm destined to columns
on how to shop garage sales.

You know, it can be an art.

Thank you.

For what?

For not doing what most men
would have done for a pretty paparazzi.

Meghan is not paparazzi.

She writes a homemaker column
for the Sunday Post.

Most of the men I've known would've
given her anything she wanted.

You've known
the wrong kind of men.

- Yes, I suppose I have.
- No, no.

- Why not?
- Because you're...

- What? Too young?
- Yeah, you're too young.

I don't believe you.
There has to be another reason.

- There is.
- What?

You're an assignment, princess.

- That's all I am to you?
- Yes.

Well, my apologies, commander.
You can take me home now.

I said, you may take me home.

Good morning, lieutenant.
Everything okay?

Why? Because I look like something
that died underneath the front porch?

You have a wicked sense
of humour, lieutenant.

Do you dance?

Doesn't everyone?

Not exactly.
It's like this dance tonight...

The NATO ball.

- I wanna go, but I just...
- But you don't have a date.

No.

Well, you do now.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Looks like I'm going
to the NATO ball.

Ensign Sims?

Ensign Nestor.

How the hell did that happen?

I'm not exactly sure.

"If you announce an alliance
with NATO tonight,

Princess Alexandra will die."

It was found on the fax machine
just a few moments ago, sire.

We cannot go through
with this, Vartan.

Nothing is worth losing Alexi.

Our country needs you,
Your Majesty.

But you have to follow your heart.

My heart says
to protect my daughter.

Perhaps you could delay
your announcement,

even rethink the wisdom
of joining NATO.

Our country needs NATO
for protection

and the trade it will open us up to.

But if I lose Alexi...

My apologies, Your Majesty,
but there's no time for diplomacy.

- How dare you.
- How dare you, sir?

It took 56 hours, but the assassin
in Brussels finally named names.

And at the top of the list
were Novac and Minister Kepish.

That's a lie.

Your Majesty, how can you possibly
believe the lies of a woman

tortured by the Belgian police?

How did you know the assassin
was a woman, minister?

They didn't even tell me that
until an hour ago.

You've known her
since she was a child.

A spoiled child who wallows
in champagne and caviar

while our people starve.

They starved under
the hardliners, not me.

I am changing that for our people.

By selling out to the Americans.

I warn you, Josif.

You make that announcement tonight,
and Alexi will be dead by sunup.

Get these men out of my sight.

By sunup, Josif. By sunup.

Oh, my God.

Admiral, it's so nice to see you.

I know this is like dancing
with your sister,

but you could just pretend it's fun.

Mac, I don't think of you as a sister.

- You don't?
- No, I don't.

But we should kick your game plan
into gear soon,

because after the king and princess
arrive, we both need to be alert.

Security everywhere, Harm.

Well, it never hurts
to have more eyes.

Major MacKenzie, I'd like to
introduce you to Lieutenant Knox.

- Very pleased to meet you, major.
- Very pleased? How nice.

Yes, ma'am. I'm a great admirer
of your legal prowess.

Oh, anyone's who's an admirer
of my legal prowess,

I have to dance with.

- If Harriet doesn't mind.
- She doesn't.

- Do you, Harriet?
- Of course not.

Enrique, dame otro!

He is coming.

Bud. Ensign Nestor.
Having a good time?

Oh, yes, sir.

- Where's the champagne?
- Champagne?

Why, thank you, lieutenant.
That would be lovely.

- Dance?
- Well, that would be even lovelier.

Harriet.

How's your life at Norfolk?

- Do you really care, sir?
- Of course I care, Harriet.

Then why are you here
with Ensign Nestor?

That was an accident.

You can't ask me out on purpose,
but you can ask her out by accident?

You were mad at me
and she laughed at one of my jokes.

At least, I think it was a joke.

You know what worries me, Bud?

I'm starting to understand
what you're saying.

Oh, Harriet, I'm really, really glad
you're here in Washington.

When I saw you at JAG,

it was like eating Mexican food.

You know how your heart gets all tingly
and you can't catch your breath

because your whole body
feels like it's on fire?

I've been waiting for you to say that.

- Dance?
- No.

But I'd sure like to try.

- Do you know Ensign Nestor?
- No, but I'd like to.

- Would you like to dance?
- Love to.

- How'd you know he'd go for her?
- I didn't.

But I knew he'd go for the dress.

We're in good spirits.

- Any word on the assassin?
- There is no assassin.

That was just Kepish's
last-ditch effort

to keep the king from announcing
his intentions with NATO.

- Will he do it?
- I hope so.

It would be a big night
for the United States.

And you.

That goes without saying, major.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are most grateful

for the warm-hearted welcome
that you have extended to us,

and we would like to express
our gratitude to the United States

for the great honour that it
has bestowed upon our country.

It has taken 50 years
for Romania to move out

from under the shadow of domination
into the sunlight of free nations.

To accomplish this,

we welcome the help of
freedom-loving nations everywhere.

Thank you.

- Father.
- I can't, Alexi.

I will not risk losing you.

You'll have to forgive me
if I'm nervous,

but I'm still new
at speaking in public.

It is a skill that I intend
to master, starting now.

She's gonna do it.

I have the honour of announcing
that tomorrow the king will petition

for Romanian membership
into NATO.

Yes.

- Gun!
- Get down!

Get down! Get down.

Do you remember the first words
that I said to you, commander?

Yes, sir, I believe
you wanted somebody older.

I was afraid that you would succumb

to my daughter's charms
and forget your duty.

A valid fear, Your Majesty.

Fortunately, the princess
always remembered her duty.

Yes.
The princess has found herself.

That was a hell of a shot.
Hell of a shot.

That's why I got the gold medal
and you got the silver.

Absolutely, sir.

I'd be more than happy to
show you around JAG headquarters.

I had an opportunity to visit
your country in '94.

Perhaps you could
visit it again, admiral.

On one of our warships.

Why don't we start with
a supply ship, Mr. Webb?

Bearing gifts is more polite
than bearing arms.

- Excellent idea.
- Absolutely smashing.

That's very funny, sir.

We ended up at an all-night diner
eating cheeseburgers and onion rings.

My kind of place.
And then you took her home.

- Yes, ma'am.
- And?

Red light, major.

Excuse me.
Have you seen Commander Rabb?

He's probably having a cigar
out on the balcony.

Thank you.

Our people have been fed
so much propaganda over the years

that providing an American Naval base
will not be easy.

No, princess, I imagine not.

There are many details
that'll have to be worked out

before one of your ships
can even visit us.

Well, I'm sure Mr. Webb
will be most accommodating.

He already has been.

I've requested that you be
on the American delegation

as legal representative,
and Mr. Webb agreed.

It would be an honour, princess.

Yes, it will, commander.