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¡Ay dios mio!
¿Qué fuí eso?

Whoa!

What the...?

Wow!

We just got word

an F-14 crashed
this morning outside

Lone Pine, California.

Town's an hour and a half drive

from China Lake
Naval Weapons Center.

Or two minutes flying time.

Did the flight
crew punch out, sir?

Pilot failed to eject.

What about the RIO?

Not mentioned
in the flash report.

We have to assume the worst.

Were there any casualties
on the ground, sir?

Plane came down
near Lone Pine Elementary School

on the outskirts of town.

Kids were in the playground
when it happened.

No reported casualties,
thank God.

Well, that's fortunate, sir.

Not to the children

who saw two men die
before their eyes.

All test flights

out of China Lake
have been grounded.

Has the Navy initiated
a Mishap Investigation, General?

Already on the scene.

I want you to get
to China Lake, A-SAP,

conduct a concurrent
JAGMAN investigation.

You're dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

If you see Colonel MacKenzie,
send her my way.

Uh, sir, the Colonel is still
in Norfolk

taking depositions
on the Harkin case.

Commander Turner, then.

Commander Turner is, uh, TAD
to Camp Pendleton, General.

Commander Roberts?

I believe
Commander Roberts started

his anger management classes
this morning, sir.

Just how the hell

did Admiral Chegwidden
get anything done around here?

I think
he found it a struggle, sir.

"Do this to me, baby,
touch me there, ho. "

Rap lyrics these days.

I screamed at him,
tried to send him to his room.

He told me
to shut up.

He's bigger than me now.

I actually felt

for a minute like...
like he was going to hit me.

So, what did you do?

I hit him first.

Ha!

Anyway, I
feel like

dirt, hitting my kid like that.

Comments?

Commander Roberts?

No.

Anyone else? Any comments?

What's to comment about?

We're here to talk about
controlling inappropriate rage.

Sounds to me
like the kid had it coming.

We don't know that.

Ah, he speaks.

I speak
when I have something to say.

You tell him, Commander.

Well, yeah, tell me, Commander.

You ever beat your kids?

My children are none
of your business.

Leave him alone, Korsky.

Don't tell me

what to do, Petty Officer.

The rules are, we leave
our rank at the door,

Lieutenant.

Okay, I think it's time
for all of us

to take a deep, deep breath.

Do you ever
hit your kids?

No. You must have lost

your temper sometime.

Otherwise, you
wouldn't be here.

Look at him,

sitting there,
all calm and superior.

You never get angry,
right, Buddy?

The name is Bud.

And, yes, I do get angry,
but I'm not obnoxious about it.

You must beat the
crap out of your kids.

You probably had

the crap beat out of
you as a kid, huh?

That's how it works.

Look at me
when I'm talking to you.

Don't ignore me.

John, sit down.

Ease up.
Get off me.

You're being insubordinate.

He's just trying to
make you mad, Commander.

Don't listen to him.
I won't.

Okay, let's all calm down
and take our seats...

I'm talking to you.

You're just as messed up
as the rest of us,

you one-legged gimp.
You're out of line, sir...

Okay, I'm leaving.
I don't need this.

You're a moron, sir.

Hey, come on.
Want some of this?

Come on...
Don't touch me...

Hey, come on. You...

No, no. You...
Want a piece of me?

Oh!

Commander Rabb?

Hi. I'm Lieutenant
Cathy Graves, Assistant

to the Project
Development Coordinator.

Right this
way, please.

Thank you.
I'm gonna need to speak

to your CO A-SAP, Lieutenant.

Okay. Unfortunately,
that's not possible.

Commander Burrell's
been detached.

He's on leave pending his PCS
orders to-to PAX River.

I'm afraid you're
stuck with me, sir.

All right, Lieutenant.

Look, I'm gonna need
witness statements,

aircraft discrepancy book,
fuel samples,

flight plan from Air Ops,

NATOPS jacket
on the deceased pilot.

The works.

I will see what I can do, sir.

The project's being run
for DOD

by a civilian contractor,
Larmoss Industries.

It's highly classified.

This is all the
information I've been given.

A press release?!

The company released the name
of the pilot.

It's Maxwell Gilbert.
He's retired Navy.

I'm expecting a copy

of his personnel file
within the hour.

What about the RIO?

Still waiting on
that information,

as well, sir.

Listen, I'd be happy
to help you in any way I can

in this
investigation, sir.

Do you have investigative
experience, Lieutenant?

Well, I don't have
experience, sir.

I have instinct.

I have read every volume
of Colin Wilson's

True Crime Files
at least twice.

I can tell you ten ways
to commit a perfect murder.

Method one...

Lieutenant, look, if I need
to have someone whacked,

you'll be my first call.

What was the purpose
of the test, Mr. Weston?

Well, I'd like to
tell you, Commander,

but this is
a highly

compartmentalized
project.

You understand.

Did you monitor the flight?

Of course.

Well, we'll need a copy
of the tape.

Well, that I can do.

But these are
the NATOPS jacket

and personnel file you
requested, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

We can recreate
the entire mission

from the moment the
aircraft was launched.

Go ahead, Harriet.

Mm-hmm.

Up until this point,
the flight was normal.

Well, she's about

20 feet off the deck.

Here the aircraft goes
into an unrestricted climb.

Those are combat maneuvers.

Now he goes into a
hammerhead stall.

Doesn't appear to be any
equipment malfunction.

None.
Maybe the pilot grayed out

as a result of the high G's,
lost control of the aircraft.

It would explain
why he didn't eject.

That's a reasonable hypothesis.

Were they in radio contact
up until the incident?

Negative.
Well, why is there no record

of the RIO?

He didn't have one.

The aircraft was configured
to fly solo.

What was the
disposition

of the pilot's remains?

The plane had
a full load

of jet fuel when
it went down.

There wasn't much
of anything left

once we put
the fire out.

We believe
his body was vaporized

by the burning jet fuel.

Jet fuel burns at

1,700 degrees Fahrenheit.
To cremate

a body, you need
3,200 degrees

for 30 minutes.

Well, the entire debris field

hasn't been established yet.

Maybe the investigators will
find more evidence, uh, in time.

Commander Maxwell
Gilbert's NATOPS jacket

indicates nothing out
of the ordinary, but,

according to his
personnel records,

he's been working for
Larmoss Industries

for two years, flying
experimental aircraft,

the top-secret kind.

Anything else?

Well, no,
that's it.

Uh, there's not a lot

of information here, you know,

due to the classified nature
of his job.

This man is a mystery, sir.

Mysteries...

well, they make me curious.

I'm Commander Rabb.
This is Lieutenant Graves.

I'm with the JAG corps.

I'm a little
busy, Commander.

We just pulled together

this Mishap Investigation
Board yesterday.

Well, you mind
if we take a look, Commander?

I'd prefer you didn't, until
we complete our investigation.

Lieutenant, I'm sure
you can think

of a number
of appropriate questions to ask

the Commander.

But sir, he just
said that he would...

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, uh, Lieutenant,

be sure he doesn't
take his eyes off you.

Oh, shouldn't be a problem.

People seem
to respond to me, Commander.

Um, Commander,

let me guess.

I bet your investigation
concentrates on the

control systems
and instrumentation.

Correct.

You're trying to
find a mechanical,

electrical or
hydraulic malfunction

to explain the plane's
erratic behavior.

We are. May I ask you, sir,

do you think it
was a pilot error?

We're not ruling
anything out, Lieutenant.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

Oh, oh, wait. Um...
We understand

that you recovered burned
remains from the crash site.

Affirmative,
Lieutenant.

Well, just
one more

question, then,
Commander.

Are you running
a DNA test

on those remains?

That's up
to the local authorities.

Since the aircraft crashed
on civilian property,

they have
control over

any remains.

Oh, well,

when will you get
those results?

The coroner
promised tomorrow.

Okay, well, that
should just about

cover it,
Commander.

Thank you for
your cooperation.

I hope you two found
what you're looking for.

What did you find, sir?

Well, from what
I could tell

and what's left
of the cockpit, I saw

the safety pin was still intact,

and the pilot's ejection seat
was bolted to the frame.

So, he was trapped inside,
he couldn't eject?

So, maybe someone killed him
to try to sabotage the project.

Or settle a beef.

A love triangle gone
horribly wrong, perhaps.

Lieutenant, has anybody
ever told you, you have quite

an active imagination?

Well, does th-that
bother you, sir?

You know, sometimes
a good investigator has to admit

the most obvious choice
is often the right one.

Under... Understood, sir.

Do we know
where Maxwell Gilbert lived?

His file said that he lived
just outside the base.

His parents were deceased.

He had no brothers and sisters.

He was never married.

That makes him
the perfect patsy.

I'm reserving judgment, sir.

If you would, Commander,
just, uh, turn your back.

You don't really want
to see this.

Well, where'd you learn
to do that?

From The Assassins Handbook.

It's only available
in this bookstore

in Oregon.

I'll share mine with you.

Well, doesn't look
very occupied, does it?

No, not unless
he was a neat freak.

Maybe he didn't have time
to settle in.

After two years?

Yeah, that's a good point.

Eating disorder?

Okay, either
he didn't pay his bills,

or he never even lived here.

A nudist, maybe?

Okay, somebody could have
cleaned this place out

after Gilbert died, but...

All right, I'm thinking
it's a cover-up, sir.

I know, I know.

I know. There goes
my pesky imagination, but

look at this.

You got Gilbert's

NATOPS jacket from Weston?

Yes, sir.

Also the background information

covering his two years
at Larmoss Industries.

What are you thinking,
Commander?

That there wasn't a pilot.

Maxwell Gilbert is the man
who never was.

So, then whose remains
did they find at the crash site?

How's the Harkin case coming?

Progressing well, sir.

But I've been notified

that I'm due
for my pistol requalification.

I need to report to Quantico
tomorrow afternoon.

It's been a while
since I hit the pistol range.

Not since I requalified
ten months ago.

Shooting to requalify
is never as much fun

as shooting for the sheer joy
of it, is it, Colonel?

No, sir.

Good luck, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

See you there.

Can't let you have all the fun,
Colonel.

Or are you afraid
of firing against your boss?

No, General, it's just...
I mean, I know you're busy...

Won't stop me
from seeing you at the range

tomorrow afternoon, though.

And may the best Marine win.

Are we supposed to be here, sir?

It's always
easier to apologize

than to ask permission,
Lieutenant.

You know, I had a
boyfriend like that once.

Actually, more than once.

That's when I decided
to get a cat.

I'm not even going
to touch that.

The Safety Center
investigators

seem to have done
a pretty thorough job.

That says subterfuge
to me, sir.

Oh, really?

Well, Commander,

when has any
investigative body

moved this fast
on anything?

I don't understand.

What's your hurry?

Just let me go get the keys.

It'll take five minutes.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Ma'am?

Is there a problem?

Do you need
a lift somewhere?

Oh, no, thank you.

This is my car.

That was my dad's truck.

The police are impounding it.

How long had it been here?

According
to the parking tickets

on the windshield,
since at least Monday.

Are you here
about the plane crash?

Yes. I'm Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant Graves.

Hi. Megan Ransford.

Nice to meet you.
Where's your father now?

I haven't seem him
in two days.

Does he make it a
habit of taking off?

Ever since I've known him.

My parents got divorced
when I was ten, and he and I

are just now getting to
know each other, so...

But I can tell you this-
he is eccentric.

How so?

Where do I start? Um...

Well, he was a writer
for TV shows in the '80s,

like Simon & Simon.

No. I loved that show.

Do you remember the one

where the bank manager
hired Rick and A.J. to go...?

Lieutenant.

Good Lord.

Sorry, sir.

I'm sorry.

My dad quit writing

when some 26-year-old MBA
decided he was too old.

And then
when his second wife died,

he decided
to be a painter.

Do you see the bridge?

He was devoting
a series of paintings to it.

Sunrise, sunset...

Various angles.

Oh, y-you-you don't think
the plane accident

had anything to do
with his disappearance?

No, no, of course not, ma'am.

That's very sweet,
Lieutenant,

but not completely candid.

You think we could take a look
at your father's paintings?

His paintings?

Well, it might help us

to determine where he was
when the aircraft went down.

Oh...

Oh, yeah.

Um... follow me?

You wanted to see me, sir?

I don't like loose cannons
in my office, Commander.

People who take direction
from no one

and have respect
for nothing.

I assure you, if
I've done something

to displease the General
it was not intentional.

Moreover, I'll be happy
to rectify

whatever problem
I may have caused.

I don't mean
you, Commander.

At ease.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

The individual in question
continues to demonstrate

a lack of self-control
and discipline,

even though he's been given

every chance in the
world to straighten up.

Yes, sir.

In spite of his misdeeds,
my predecessor

seems to have bent over
backwards to keep him on the job.

I'm afraid all that's true, sir.

Now he's turned a simple

anger management class
into a barroom brawl.

Anger management class?

Exactly who are we
talking about, sir?

Lieutenant Commander Roberts.

My apologies, sir.

I assumed
you meant someone else.

He's like a
New York cabdriver.

He-He drives down the street
untouched

while accidents
happen all around him.

I want to know if I've got

a habitual troublemaker
on my hands.

I don't think Commander
Roberts falls into

that category, sir.
You don't, huh?

No, sir.

I can't have that kind of
an officer in my command.

I want an impartial,
off-the-record examination

of what happened at that
anger management class.

Can you do that?

Yes, sir.
It's an internal matter.

I want it handled
discreetly, understood?

Completely, sir.

That'll be all.

You're dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander.

Who'd you think
I was talking about?

No one, sir.

My mistake.

Uh-huh.

Wow, this is so cool.
You dad lives here?

He rents it.

Beats the hell out of a million
dollar tract home in Encino.

Do trains
actually run through here?

Twice a day-
4:00 p. m. and 2:00 a. m.

Oh, that's so romantic.

Not if
you're a light sleeper.

Dad loves Monet.

He loved his habit
of returning

to the same time,
same place every day

until he'd captured
the light perfectly.

And Dad's the same way.

Once he
finds the right spot...

Oh, this is my father.

Do you know what angle

your father was working on
most recently?

Um, let's see.

He'd finished this one,

so he would've
moved on to this angle.

Which would have placed him

near the crash site,
wouldn't it?

If your father had been
anywhere near the...

I understand.
I'm sure this

is really hard for you.

It is.

To be on the safe
side, we'll, uh...

we'll need a DNA sample.

If your father had
a- a brush, or a comb...

Yeah.

I want to know what happened
to that aircraft.

Yeah, but all we have is
the flight simulation, sir,

which is Larmoss Industrie"
version of events.

Well, we have a little more
than that, Lieutenant.

They gave it to us.

What, sir?
The flight path.

I, uh heard
your anger management class

has gotten exciting.

Yeah, well, let's just say

that some of the people there
are in the right place.

What exactly happened?

Are you investigating me,
Commander?

Ah, Bud, it's nothing official.

The general just, uh...

Has you checking up on me.

There was a fight,
you were there.

And I'm not blaming you,
but twice in as many months.

It's starting to sound like
you're blaming me, Commander.

Bud, I defended you in court.

I know better than anyone that
you're not a violent man, but...

for a mild-mannered guy you sure
do piss a lot of people off.

Plus, uh...

you've got a father
who's a bully.

Ah, I've gone
out of my way

to be everything
that my father isn't

and none of the things
that he is.

What kind of counseling did you
receive after you were wounded?

I was too busy
with the physical therapy.

But I never went through
that whole anger thing

that they talk about
when you lose a limb.

I was lucky.

Maybe that's the problem?

Commander,
you know how they say

people see the world
through their own troubles?

I mean,

I know you've had anger issues.

That's fair to say, but I can't
assume you're blameless

because I've had problems
of my own in the past.

I'm just here to find out what
happened in that class, Bud.

Muchisimas gracias.
Sí.

Gracias.

Buenos días.

Um, we'd like to ask you
a few questions, if we could.

We were wondering,

sir, if, about two days ago,
at 8:00 in the morning,

if you happened to see
a military aircraft go by?

Sí.

Could you describe what you saw?

Yes.

The plane came over very low.

It almost hit my truck.

That must've been
very frightening.

It was.

And the second plane
flew even lower.

Second plane?

Did you notice anything abnormal
about either plane?

Pienso que sí.

They were very low
and very fast.

Thank you.

Gracias.
De nada.

Larmoss Industries never
mentioned a second aircraft.

What are they hiding?

Well, that's what we're going
to find out, Lieutenant.

Flight Ops Chief
said you were responsible

for fueling the aircraft
that crashed, is that right?

Yes, sir.
That's my job.

What about
the other one?

I took care
of that one, too.

What can you tell me

about these two
aircraft, Mr. Coffle?

I don't think I ought to be
talking about this, Commander.

You're a civilian,
right?

Have you signed a
non-disclosure agreement?

Were you briefed

that everything you
see is classified?

No.

Well, then you're off
the hook.

Aside from the fact
that they're test planes,

I don't know
a whole hell of a lot.

Well, that's funny,
'cause you strike me

as the sort of guy
who doesn't miss much.

Well, that depends what
I'm looking at.

Did you, uh, notice anything
in particular about

these aircraft, anything
out of the ordinary?

They bring these planes
out about 4:00 a. m.

I'm not even here
when they take off.

But as far as I know, they're
just your standard Tomcats.

Uh, course, they had
different names.

Names? You mean like
a wife or a girlfriend?

I doubt it.

One was named Oscar.
The other, Uzi.

They were stenciled
under the cockpits.

Which one crashed?

Oscar.
Uzi came back.

It's funny, naming an airplane
after a submachine gun.

Did you know the pilot,
Maxwell Gilbert?

He the one that died?

Yeah.

No, I don't know
anything about him.

I never even saw him

until he was sitting
up in the cockpit.

You saw him in the cockpit?

Well, I don't know which
one is Maxwell Gilbert,

but there was someone
in the airplane.

I saw someone, yeah.

Both planes?
Front seat and back?

Front seat only.

Well, what'd they look like?

Well, I couldn't tell you.

They were too far out
on the parking ramp.

Thank you for your time.

Sure thing.

Thank you, Mr. Coffle.

Oh, anytime, Lieutenant.

Sorry, sir.

Sorry for what?

Well, there goes your theory
that there was no pilot.

I'm still not so sure.

But you heard
Mr. Coffle.

The facts says
you're wrong.

Well, we're going to have to
look for some different facts.

Look, Lieutenant, I need
to go back to the office.

I need you to check
with the local coroner

to find out if
the DNA results are back.

Yes, sir.

All right.

I am sorry, Lieutenant.

I know this must be difficult

and painful for you, but, uh,

I do need to know exactly
what happened at that meeting.

Okay.

Anger management...

session.
session.

Yes, my regular anger
management session.

And Mooney was sitting here.

Uh, hold on.

Uh, you see, Petty Officer
Mooney was sitting right here.

Mooney was here. Got it. Here. Okay?

And Korsky, this is Korsky.

Korsky...

This is Lieutenant
Commander Roberts.

This is Commander
Roberts.

Roberts' chair, okay.

Korsky... I was sitting
in this chair right here.

This is where I was sitting,
right here.

Korsky was baiting Roberts.

He was... He was baiting him.

He was beating...

He was baiting him.

Baiting.

Yes, baiting him.

Okay? It... well, it
takes an awful lot to make

Commander Roberts angry.
It must've

been quite a baiting
the Lieutenant

was giving him.

Commander Roberts...

he stood up and
the chair went over.

He knocked
the chair over.

The chair went
over, yes.

What he did
was he picked it up...

That's all Commander Roberts did
was pick up the chair.

I tried to step in

to break up the fight between

Korsky and Mooney, okay?
Korsky and Mooney.

Right and when I stepped in,
Korsky shoved me.

Korsky shoved you. He shoved me. Right.

And right over here, Commander,

Commander Roberts
had the chair, boom.

So Commander Roberts had the
chair in his hand because

he was picking it up;
he wasn't using it as a weapon.

Thank you. Yes.
That will help him.

Thank you.

Uh, you know, I see a lot of
guys come through here,

and, um, Commander Roberts
does not need to be here.

Thank you, Lieutenant,
the commander will be

happy to hear that,
and so will our Sea Chief.

But Korsky, if I ever see him
in a dark alley, I'm going to...

I'm gonna
You understand me?

Uh, the DNA won't be ready
for another day or two, sir.

I found Oscar.

No way.

Yup.

Uh, an anthropomorphic
dummy?

"Oscar is a life-sized
mannequin

"who comes in a number of
different service uniforms.

He weighs
165 pounds... "

Which is about average
for a fighter pilot.

That dummy costs more
than a Rolex watch.

And he lives
in a high-impact case,

just like the ones we saw
at the Larmoss hangar.

You were right
after all, sir.

An unmanned aircraft.

You know, whoever stenciled
the name Oscar on the plane

has kind of
a weird sense of humor,

but I don't, um, really see
how this helps us.

Well, there were

two planes, Lieutenant.

Two planes on the mission.

There was the target plane,

which was unmanned,
except for our friend Oscar,

and the chase plane, whose
pilot's call sign was "Uzi. "

We find Uzi, we find
out what happened.

But how do we know that
Uzi wasn't a dummy, too?

Well, we don't.

But let's say
for the moment he's real.

Okay, well, if someone

with the call sign "Uzi"
works for Larmoss,

I'm not going to have
access to their files.

There's got to be
a record of him somewhere.

He'd need a vehicle pass
to get on the base,

he's got to have
someplace to live.

Maybe he's got a locker
at the fitness center.

Yeah, no,
I will do a search.

Good.

Call me the moment
you find out anything.

I'm going to go see
Megan Ransford.

The actual amount of
compensation

would be based on your
father's tax returns.

Financial statements,
loss of potential earnings.

L- Look around you, Commander.

My dad paid $400 a month
to rent this place.

His paintings
are good, ma'am.

He must have
sold some of them.

Yeah, I don't know.

Maybe at some local art shows.
And-And try Megan.

Megan.

Do you like any of these?

Gosh, they're
all good.

I guess if I had
to choose one,

uh, that one there.

I painted
that one.

Painting was one
of the few things

Dad and I had in common.

One of the only memories
I have of him as a kid.

It's tough growing
up without a dad.

You get used to it.

Anyway, he called me last
year and said he regretted...

well, regretted
a lot of things.

So I let him
back in my life.

And I was really working
on forgiving him,

but now I guess
I'll never have the chance.

Anyway, the plan was
to go back to Encino

once my soon-to-be ex-husband
had moved out of the house.

I don't know, coming back here

and seeing the way
Dad lived, I...

I'm actually thinking
of chucking my job

and moving out here and picking
up where Dad left off.

It'd be lonely.

I don't really get lonely.

Not to say I don't
enjoy companionship,

but I don't know, it wouldn't
be bad living out here.

Except for the 2:00 a. m.
cannonball express.

What about you?

You ever lonely?

Sometimes.

Well, you wouldn't have to be.

That pretty little lieutenant

seems to hang
on your every word.

Never had much
luck with blondes.

Oh, yeah?
Your girl have dark hair?

Well... she's not my girl.

Yet.

But, yeah, she's
a... she's a brunette.

How did we get
onto this anyway?

You started it.

You know, I think
I may know a way

to get you a decent settlement,
your father's lack of income

not withstanding.

I'd be satisfied with whatever
you can manage, Harm.

You've been good to me.

You ever think of
chucking it all

and starting over?

You know, new place,
new people?

Tried that once. It, uh...

Well, it didn't work out.

Hmm...

Cease fire! Cease fire!

When your weapon is secure,

move back to the ready line.

Not bad.

Better than
"not bad," Colonel.

You may move back

to the ready line

and stand by for
the next stage of fire.

You need
any assistance, General?

I'll go another, Gunny.

Can't have another, sir.

This one's for score.

How's it going, sir?

You can see
my target, Colonel.

How's it look
like it's going?

One more stage
of fire.

Okay, "Uzi"
is a Hebrew word, right?

It means
"my strength. "

Now, I couldn't find any pilots
with that call sign, but I'm

looking at military flights
out of China Lake

and there's a C-130

to Edwards
connecting to Germany

this afternoon at 1300.

Now the manifest shows

a Lieutenant Itzhak Meier,
Israeli Air Force.

But does Israel

fly F-14s?

Well, we did train some
of our allies in F-14s.

One of them was Israel.

Right, but why use an Israeli?
I mean,

why not hire a former U.S. Navy
pilot such as yourself?

Well, maybe the Israeli pilot
possesses skills Larmoss needs.

Such as?

I don't know.

When we find him, we'll ask him.

And while there was
an altercation

that resulted in injuries,

I am confident Commander Roberts

did not act
in a malicious manner, sir.

You like Commander Roberts,
don't you?

I respect the commander, sir.

My concern is

that your fondness
for Commander Roberts

has affected
your judgment.

With all due respect, sir,
you couldn't be more wrong.

Oh, couldn't I?

Sir, few have sacrificed

to the degree
that Commander Roberts has.

I know you were
shot down in Iraq,

I know you were injured,
but Commander Roberts

did lose a leg, sir.

Which has zero
to do with the fact

that the man has been involved

in two felonious assaults
in the past two months.

With all due
respect, sir,

the commander was only defending

his kid brother
in that shoe store.

He and his brother
were only targeted

because they were
wearing uniforms, and

sir, I can't say that under
the same circumstances

I wouldn't
have done the same thing.

Okay. Thank you, Commander.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

What do you mean, "delayed"?

For how long?

I must get on this plane.
Here we are, sir.

Shalom.

Shalom.
What's this all about?

We need to talk to you
about your friend Oscar.

What'd you score?

382, sir.

Expert. Congratulations.

At ease.

Thank you, General.

Aren't you going to ask
how I did?

I wasn't sure you'd want
to talk about it, sir.

I've always believed
owning up

to getting whooped
is the first step

to never letting
it happen again.

Well, if I scored
higher, sir,

I'm sure it was because
I got lucky.

Do not patronize me, Colonel.

Face it
- we can't help but turn everything we do into a competition.

It's why Marines make better friends
with each other than with squids.

Maybe I enjoyed it
just a little, sir.

No harm in that, Colonel.

You beat me this time,
but I still shot expert.

Incidentally...

do you have any idea how much
trouble you'd be in right now

if I thought you held back
on me at that range

just to avoid kicking a General
Officer in the backside?

I can imagine, sir.

Don't let yourself
get too comfortable.

Next time, I'm taking
you down, MacKenzie.

With all due respect, sir,
like hell you are.

I can't explain what happened.

The automatic flight
control system

was working normally
when they took off.

The remote control jet
was in the lead.

The autopilot controls were

mounted in the rear seat,
with the dummy in the front

to keep the center
of gravity correct.

Why not just use sandbags
for the weight?

We needed the dummy,

in case anyone saw
the aircraft taking off.

The remote control aircraft
simulated a surface-to-air missile?

Correct.

A Stinger missile
can get up to Mach two-

about 2,400 kilometers an hour-
a few seconds after launch.

We want the capability

to take out a target even faster
than that, if necessary.

The mission required the drone
aircraft to travel

at Mach 2.38
for the test.

To test your laser technology.

Yeah, the Army's Tactical
High-Energy Laser system

nailed a Russian Katyusha SAM

in June of 2000 at White
Sands Missile Range.

Okay, I remember
that test.

That weapon was the
size of an 18-wheeler.

Yes, but they used
a- a mid-infrared laser.

It's fine for ground-
based operations.

And now we can now shoot
a SCUD out of the sky

miles before it gets anywhere
near Israel's borders.

An airborne platform
for laser weapons

is something the DOD's been
working on since the 1980s.

We think we've finally got
the solution-

a deuterium fluoride
chemical laser.

We can get a megawatt of power
in a package small enough to fit

in the rear seat of an F-14.

Do you understand
what that means?

Once our tests are completed,

we can build the device
into commercial airliners.

Because sooner
or later,

some terrorist will get lucky;
hundreds of people will die.

But not with this
technology on board.

Commander, we weren't
exaggerating

when we said civilian lives
are at stake with this program.

Oh, yeah, you proved
that four days ago

about a hundred meters
from a schoolyard.

So why were you testing this
over a civilian area?

That... was an anomaly.

I'm gonna need to know what happened
after you lost control of the drone.

I was flying a low-altitude
simulation downrange.

testing the atmospheric
compensation and correction

system for the laser.

I climbed to angels 20
to verify the tracking

could lock on at that altitude.

It did. I acquired the target

before it got
to a thousand feet

and kept it right
in the crosshairs

all the way to 40,000.

So the test was successful?

Perfect. We thought we were
making real progress.

The next step,
we'd go operational.

Then you lost control.

The drone started responding
erratically.

It was dropping out of the sky.

I pursued to keep it in sight.

It kept losing altitude, all
the way down to treetop level.

By then you were approaching
the town.

Get down!

Suddenly, it went
into an unrestricted climb.

I realized I'd run out
of options.

Tell Control, destroy the drone.

And then you decided
to cover it up.

By law, we couldn't reveal
the truth.

This is a Special
Access Program.

You don't have the
right to lie to them.

You endangered
people's lives.

Look, not only
do I have a right,

I have an obligation to lie.

And so do you-
to protect the program,

which is now
in jeopardy.

You can understand why we took
the precautions we did.

Oh, we understand, all right.

It's a race
to see who can develop

high-energy laser technology
first,

and with commercial
applications,

the upside
is tremendous.

You weren't trying
to protect

the program.

You were trying to protect
your profits.

And the U.S. government
will protect me.

So we're done.

No, not quite.

We still have one piece
of unfinished business.

Commander...

do you think
I've been too hard on you?

No, sir. I deserve it, sir.

Well put.

Thank you, sir.

I had a friend growing up,
Hank Schumacher.

He was three grades
ahead of me...

my ticket to hang out
with the older kids.

Meant a lot to me at the time,
'cause I was, uh...

small for my age.

When he was drafted into the
Army and left for Vietnam...

the guy was my hero.

I still looked up to him
a year later

when he came back home
in a wheelchair.

One day he, uh, he'd just left
the VA hospital in Lexington.

A group of kids
pushed his chair over...

left him

in the street.

Wasn't long before
the police came,

put him back in his chair.

Didn't matter, though.

The damage had been done.

See, they'd taken away
Hank's dignity.

Men like Hank...

ones who've given that much
to their country...

we owe them a little extra.

You understand
what I'm saying, Commander?

I think so, sir.

Don't take it as a license
to be a menace to society.

Chairs are for sitting.

Shoes?

We won't even talk
about shoes.

Yes, sir.

You're dismissed,
Commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

DNA conclusively links
Megan Ransford's father

to the crash of your F-14.

Well, if Miss Ransford
wants to file

a Federal Tort Claim,

we're willing to contribute
to a settlement-

with the understanding
that Larmoss Industries

assumes no further liability

and Miss Ransford is barred
from public disclosure

and any action
in civil court.

Two million dollars.

Come again?

You heard right.

Okay.

Before we talk numbers,
we should talk split.

What percentage of this settlement
are you expecting from us?

All of it.

The Navy's our partner
in this program.

What did the Navy have to do
with the crash?

Naval aircraft, Naval property-

Those were factors
in the crash?

No, but...

Unless you
can demonstrate

proximate cause, the
Navy's not at fault.

The crash happened off base,

in equipment
you were responsible for,

controlled by civilian
engineers you employed.

Have I missed anything?

Look, $2 million
is not going to fly.

Like your aircraft?

We'd be prepared to go
as high as one.

A million dollars
for a man's life?

My last, best offer.

Do we have a deal, Commander?

1.2- that's as high
as I'll go.

Commander.

Harm, please.

Heading home?

Yeah, my work here is done.

Now it's time for
the Lone Ranger

to ride off
into the sunset?

Well, I'm actually boarding a
C-17 to Andrews Air Force Base,

but yeah.

Well, if you ever
get tired of it...

This is a settlement check
from Larmoss Industries.

You're one hell of a lawyer.

Well, I have my moments.

I appreciate
what you've done,

but I don't feel right
about the money.

Please, just tell
them I don't want it.

I have an idea.

Which is?

The crash site
by the school...

build a park
for the kids.

Or an arts center.

Teach them to paint
and draw.

Dedicate it to your dad.

Give you something
to remember him by.

Well, I never figured
you for a softie.

You know, in some places,
those are fighting words.

Thank you.

I'm just doing my job.

Making people fall
in love with you?

Your little blonde
is clearly smitten.

Oh, the only way
she'd be interested in me

is if I was dead.

I... She's
a murder mystery freak.

Then don't forget about me.

Oh, hey, I was just...

How did Miss Ransford
like her windfall?

She liked it pretty well.

That's great.
So, now what?

Now I fly back to D.C.

And, um...

And what will be
in your report?

The F-14 crashed due
to material failure

in the flight
control system.

No human error.

What about you?

Well, I was thinking that there

might be
a place for

me at JAG.

Well...

you never know

what the future
holds, huh?

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