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Gorski, Mark. We're clear, go.

We're in, we're in.

Bingo.

We got the Semtex, chief.

Set the charges.

Blow her in five.

Roger that.

Charge one set in five.

Mark.

They're going for the charges.

Mark, let's go. Go.

We could use some help, chief.

On my way.

Mark! No!

You killed him.

You bastard, you killed him!

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.

Your Honour,
the Navy's evidence will clearly prove

Chief Petty Officer Connors,

in the course
of a classified SEAL operation,

shot and killed Petty Officer
First Class Mark Harridan.

Autopsy findings and ballistics
will demonstrate

that the bullets were fired
at close range

from the accused's weapon. Your
Honour, the prosecution is convinced

that the evidence supports
the charge and specification

of premeditated murder

and requests
that this court recommend

Chief Petty Officer Greg Connors be
held over for a general court-martial.

Your Honour, the defence will show
that Petty Officer Mark Harridan died

in a friendly-fire accident

during the course
of a dangerous SEAL operation.

There is no evidence to support
the charge of premeditated murder.

Therefore,
the prosecution's recommendation

of general court-martial is ludicrous.

We ask that you recommend dismissal
of the charge and the specification.

Call your first witness,
Commander Rabb.

Yes, Your Honour.
Lieutenant Commander Chen,

from your examination
of Petty Officer Harridan's body,

did you reach a conclusion
as to the cause of death?

- Yes, I did.
- And what was your conclusion?

Cause of death
was the result of massive trauma.

What caused the trauma?

Bullet wounds to the lungs, heart.

Do you have an opinion

regarding the distance
from which those bullets were fired?

Objection, Your Honour.
It calls for speculation.

Dr. Chen is a resident in pathology,
not a forensic pathologist.

- Sustained.
- Do you think that the shooter

was close enough to the victim
to identify him?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Commander Chen has no way
of knowing the visibility

and other factors aboard the ship
that night.

Withdrawn.
Thank you, Commander Chen.

Your witness, major.

Lieutenant Commander Chen,

you failed to perform
a complete autopsy, didn't you?

Once that cause of death
was determined,

there was no reason to continue.

And you are not a forensic pathologist,
are you?

- Not yet, but I will be...
- Just answer the question.

That is correct, major.

If you're not qualified,

then how is it you performed
the autopsy of Petty Officer Harridan?

There was a helo crash
the night before in Saudi Arabia.

Seven Marines were killed.
We were swamped with bodies.

Captain Orser assigned
Petty Officer Harridan to me.

He was there to oversee everything.

When Captain Orser wasn't too busy
performing seven autopsies?

Objection.
Is this going anywhere, Your Honour?

Your Honour,
if the prosecution would demonstrate

the same patience we have shown,

it will soon become clear
where we are going.

Objection overruled.

How many autopsies
have you performed on your own?

Are you counting,
lieutenant commander?

Objection. The defence
is badgering the witness.

Your Honour, please instruct
this witness to answer my questions.

I'm trying to elicit testimony
that will show the court

Lieutenant Commander Chen
was not qualified.

I wasn't on my own.

Therefore, her testimony
is suspect...

Commander Chen's credibility
is not on trial.

- And should be stricken
from the record.

Why don't you two try taking turns?

Now, since this hearing
is only an evaluation

of a prima facie case, I will allow
Commander Chen's testimony.

Coffee, Bud? I'm buying.

No, sir. Thank you, sir.

Your uniform shrink?

No, sir. It's just a nervous habit.

With you and Major MacKenzie
on opposite sides of a case,

it's like watching your parents fight.

Bud, what goes on in the courtroom
isn't personal, it's part of the process.

I sure hope
the major knows that, sir.

I'm sure she does.

Boy, she sure poked a lot of holes

in Lieutenant Commander
Chen's credibility.

Which I'm sure
you'll be able to rehabilitate, sir.

An Article 32 is like
the first few rounds of a fight, chief.

You let your opponent show off a bit,
see his style,

find out what it takes
to knock him out.

What's it gonna take to knock out
Commander Rabb, ma'am?

The truth, if you're ready to tell it.

All right, let's go, chief.

Recess will be over in two minutes.

You need more time
to plan a line of defence.

I got it handled.

Mac, you only received
the ballistics report this morning.

Are you trying to psych me?

I'm just trying to help you
play catch-up.

You ever consider
the possibility of a ricochet?

Could you identify these,
Gunner Perez?

These are 9-mm calibre bullets, sir.

These the same slugs recovered
from the victim's body

- by Lieutenant Commander Chen?
- That's correct, sir.

And were you able to ascertain
the specific weapon

that fired these particular bullets?

After a thorough
ballistics investigation,

I determined they were fired from
a Heckler & Koch submachine gun

issued to
Chief Petty Officer Connors.

Thank you. Your witness, counsellor.

Gunner Perez,

how could you identify
slugs this badly deformed

as coming
from Chief Connors' weapon?

Sufficient rifling survived
to make a positive match, ma'am.

So there's no doubt in your mind

that these came
from the chief's weapon?

Objection, asked and answered.

Sustained.

Can you tell me the path they took
from the gun to Harridan's torso?

Bullets travel in a straight line,
ma'am.

A 9-mm projectile could ricochet
around a steel ship

like a pinball machine.

- Perhaps, but...
- Bounce off the deck,

- an overhead beam, the bulkheads.
- It's possible, ma'am.

And what would a ricochet bullet
look like? Like these?

They could look like that,
yes, but...

So I might fire towards you
and have my bullets bounce back

and hit, say, Commander Rabb

between the eyes?

Under the right conditions.

Why don't you object, sir?

The kind of conditions
that Chief Connor's SEAL team

encountered the night
Harridan was shot?

Objection. Speculation.
The witness was not present.

Withdrawn. No further questions.

Gunner Perez,
what do you call this type of bullet?

KTW, sir.
It's used to penetrate armoured vests.

Such as the one Petty Officer Harridan
was wearing when he was killed?

Yes.

Could a KTW ricochet off of anything
and still penetrate his vest?

No, sir. It could not.

Thank you, gunner. That's all.

Mac is right.
This case is a crap magnet.

It's weird seeing both of you
on opposite sides, sir.

Well, Connors asked
for a new lawyer late last night.

Mac was available.

The admiral thinks she ought to work
both sides of the street.

What, to get her sea legs
under her?

Nice visual, Bud.

I don't understand why
Connors didn't make a statement

after the incident.

I mean, if it was an accident,
he had nothing to lose.

You think
he's got something to hide?

Oh, yes, sir.

So do I. I wanna know
everything there is to know

about Petty Officer Harridan:
Habits, personal history.

Where are his parents? I expected
to see them in the courtroom.

Well, they haven't been seen
since the funeral, sir.

Find them.

How, sir?

- Use your initiative, Bud.
- My initiative?

Commander Rabb.

You sandbagged me
with that ricocheting-bullets line.

Mac, I'm just doing my job.

- I'll buy you lunch.
- Buy me lunch?

You make a fool out of me in there,
but out here

we're still supposed to be friends?

- Yes.
- No.

Maybe you can turn it on and off
like a bilge switch, but I can't.

Mac, you're taking this
far too personally.

You're damn right I am,
commander.

How did you find them?

Well, I had NCIS run down

where Chief Harridan
cashed his retirement cheque, sir.

Drop the "sir," Bud.
This is my home.

- Try Harm.
- Thank you, Harm.

Yeah, he cashed them
in a grocery store

on Saint Michaels Island.

And then we tracked him down
to a trailer park from there.

Here's the address, Harm.

Tame it, Bud, or it'll tame you.

You'd make
a hell of a detective, Bud.

Thanks, Harm.

Since we're on a first-name basis,

I don't feel bad
about taking advantage of your help.

It was my job to track them down.

I'm talking about the sanding.

Bud?

Elaine Harridan?

Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Commander
Rabb, Navy JAG.

This is Lieutenant Roberts.

We had a difficult time locating you.

Well, my husband and I
wanted to get away for a while.

We're conducting an Article 32
investigation into your son's death.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

What's an Article 32 investigation?

An Article 32 investigation is held
to determine whether

there is sufficient evidence
to proceed with a court-martial.

Court-martial? Someone involved with
my son is being court-martialed?

Yes, ma'am. You didn't know?

No.

- Who do you want to court-martial?
- Chief Petty Officer Connors.

We believe he's responsible
for your son's death.

Oh, dear God, no.

Greg would never hurt Mark. Never.
They were like brothers.

They practically
were raised together.

When was the last time
you talked to your son?

He called me
the week he was killed.

Did he tell you
he had a mission coming up?

No.

They're not allowed
to tell us things like that.

And I learned long ago not to ask.

Dad, these officers think

that Greg was responsible
for Mark's death.

So the Navy's
gonna go through with it.

- You knew?
- An NCIS investigator

talked to me
the day of the funeral.

And you didn't tell me?

I wanted to put this behind us.

I am never going to put Mark
behind me.

I know that, Ellie.

I didn't see any sense
in bothering you with it.

I thought that they
were gonna just let it go.

It would all blow over.

I should have known that some
legal eagle was gonna jump on it.

Chief Connors is a fine sailor.

And I ought to know.
I saw enough of him in 27 years.

So you know of no reason
he'd intentionally shoot your son?

No, commander, I do not.

What I do know is
that my son died a hero.

And your investigation
can only diminish it.

Being murdered doesn't diminish
what your son did, chief.

They don't give Navy Crosses
for murder victims, commander.

Come on.

Bud,

did you hear anything
about a Navy Cross for Harridan?

No, sir.

Petty Officer Gorski,
will you please tell the court

what you witnessed
back aboard the Cayuga

the night Petty Officer Harridan
was killed?

When we got back to the ship,
the medics patched my scratches

and I went looking
for Chief Connors.

When I found him,
he was going through

Petty Officer Harridan's locker.

What are you doing, chief?

Chief?

You saw him remove something
from Harridan's locker?

Yes, sir.

- What?
- It looked like pills, sir.

- What kind of pills?
- Objection. Calls for speculation.

Sustained. Continue.

And what did he do with the bottle?

I followed the chief
up to the main deck.

I got there in time to see him
toss Mark's shaving kit overboard.

So a few hours after
Petty Officer Harridan's death,

you saw the accused remove drugs
from the deceased's locker...

Objection. Speculation.

- Toss them into the sea, destroying
potentially damning evidence.

Objection, Your Honour.

The prosecution has just gone
from speculation to fantasy.

Sustained.

Please, commander,
make your questions more specific.

I have no further questions
at this time, Your Honour.

Was the deceased,
Petty Officer Harridan, a close friend?

Yes, ma'am.

But not the accused,
Chief Connors?

- We got along okay, ma'am.
- Really?

Were you not subjected
to a captain's mast eight months ago

because of an altercation
between you and Chief Connors?

Objection. Not relevant.

Overruled.
You may answer the question.

That was just some horseplay
that got out of hand, ma'am.

I wouldn't call pushing a man through
a plate-glass window horseplay.

Objection, Your Honour. The defence
is personally attacking the witness.

Major, avoid editorials.

And confine your questions
to the scope of cross-examination.

Yes, Your Honour.

Isn't it true you have a long history

of personal animosity
towards Chief Connors?

We have had our disagreements,
ma'am.

So when he accidentally shot
Petty Officer Harridan,

you saw your chance to get even.

Objection.
The defence is speculating.

You accused him
of deliberately shooting Harridan.

- This is not a closing argument.
- Sustained.

I'm warning you, major.
Don't editorialize.

Yes, Your Honour.
I have no further questions.

All right.
This hearing is going to recess

until 0900 tomorrow morning,
at which time I hope

that both counsellors will observe
proper courtroom procedure.

- Was Chief Harridan doing drugs?
- No, ma'am.

Then why did you
toss his kit overboard?

Do you want your daughter
to grow up without a father?

Because that's
what's gonna happen

if you don't start telling me
what the hell is going on.

I can't, ma'am.

Why? Was there something else
in that kit besides the pills?

You asked for me, personally,
to represent you.

I heard after Commander Rabb,
you were the best, ma'am.

- After Commander Rabb?
- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way, ma'am.

You better not have,
because I have to pull off a miracle

to prevent this
from going to court-martial.

He's dead, sir.
Who do you think is gonna answer?

One never knows, Bud.

NCIS didn't find anything
in his apartment, sir.

I'm surprised they found his apartment
at all without a trail of doughnuts.

- I was just packing up Mark's things.
- Can we help you, ma'am?

Thank you, lieutenant.
I'd like to do this myself.

Mind if we look around?

My husband said NCIS
searched the apartment.

I never had the privilege of knowing
your son, Mrs. Harridan, so...

So you thought it might help
to snoop through his things?

It would give me a feel
for who he was.

He was a sweet, warm, loving son.

My guess is he got that from you,
ma'am.

Just what do you expect to find,
commander?

I don't know, ma'am.
Maybe a reason why

Chief Connors
would wanna murder your son.

He wouldn't.
I told you, they were like brothers.

Well, so were Cain and Abel,
ma'am.

They were not like Cain and Abel.

They squabbled now and then,
but it didn't mean anything.

Like a father and son?

My husband will be
a chief petty officer

until he dies, commander.

He demands the best.
He always has.

And if he doesn't get it,
he can turn his back on anyone.

Including his son?

Didn't you ever argue with your father,
commander?

My father was shot down
when I was 5.

- Nam?
- Christmas Eve, 1969.

Which carrier?

Ticonderoga.

I got this steel leg on the Tico.

A taxiing F-14
zigged when it should have zagged.

Pilot left the Navy.

I heard he's a lawyer up in Boston.

What was going on
between you and your son, chief?

That's personal, sir.

I mean, what goes on
between any father and son?

I wouldn't know. As I said,
I lost my father when I was 5.

And I lost my son when he was 25,
serving his country.

That my son died a hero
is all I have left.

And I'm not gonna let you
take that away from me.

Now get out.

Sir.

Don't you want Mark
to have died a hero?

No, Dad.

I don't want him to have died at all.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Bud.
What do you got for me?

Nothing, I'm afraid, sir.

There's no record of any Navy doctor
examining Petty Officer Harridan,

let alone prescribing any medication.

- Bud?
- Yes, sir.

Then we need to start checking
civilian doctors.

What about the pills
I took from Harridan's apartment?

Well, the lab just opened, sir.

I was gonna run them over
as soon as I returned these books.

Commander, the admiral
would like a word with you, sir.

I'll be right there.

Get those pills analysed, Bud.

Yes, sir.

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Have a seat, commander.

You're a damn good lawyer, Rabb.

You bring the same drive
and aggressiveness to the courtroom

that made you a good naval aviator.

But even a good fighter pilot
can get target-fixated.

You think my prosecution
is without merit, sir?

Didn't say that, commander.

I just wanna make certain
that you're not so intent on winning

- that you crash and burn.
- There's no danger of that, admiral.

Did you know his SEAL team leader

had nominated Petty Officer Harridan
for the Navy Cross?

I heard scuttlebutt to that effect, sir.

It seems Harridan saved the mission
by charging straight into certain death

and miraculously emerged
unscathed.

Only to be murdered
by a fellow SEAL.

In any case, the Navy won't act
on this recommendation

until they know
the outcome of your case.

One shouldn't affect
the other, sir.

Well, tell that to your aviator friends
whose promotions are being held up

even if they knew someone
at Tailhook.

Admiral, are you asking me
to drop this prosecution?

- You know better, commander.
- This was not a case of friendly fire.

Chief Connors is just too good a SEAL
to make a mistake like that.

Save it for the courtroom,
Mr. Rabb.

I just wanna make sure
that you knew all the ramifications.

- Good morning, Bud.
- Good morning, major.

Are you filing those books
for Commander Rabb?

No, ma'am.
I was using these in law school.

And I thought Commander Rabb had
you researching something for him.

Well, if he did, ma'am,
I couldn't tell you.

But since he didn't,
I can tell you that he didn't.

- Can't I?
- Good morning, major.

Excuse me, sir, ma'am.

- You weren't bullying him, were you?
- Why would I bully Lt. Roberts?

You're still playing catch-up,
might help to know what I've got.

If you have some evidence
I should know about...

You'll eventually get it,
and then you can plea-bargain.

In your dreams, commander.

Oh, you don't wanna be
in my dreams, major.

Red light, commander.

Red light?

There was nothing sexual
in what I said.

And if you think there was,
then maybe I should be giving you

- the red light, major.
- Why don't you just face it?

Sooner or later,
you have to lose a case.

This just happens to be it.

Losing your first case
is a rite of passage, commander.

Give it up, Mac.

Commander Rabb?

Excuse me, Mrs. Harridan.
I thought you were somebody else.

- Please come in.
- Thank you.

We got the Semtex, chief.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry you saw that.

No, it's not your fault.

A lot of things have changed
since my husband was in the Navy.

But not the mail service.

- When did you receive this?
- Two weeks after Mark died.

Does your husband know
you're doing this?

- No.
- Then why?

I trust you to do the right thing.

Dear Mom,
sorry I didn't call Sunday,

but after church
I spent the rest of the day

training for an upcoming mission.

I can hear you saying,
"Why did he have to tell me that?"

I guess because
I want you to always remember

that if I die on a mission,

it won't be because
I wasn't prepared or afraid.

I only hope
my death is a courageous one,

for I know it will make Dad proud.

Which is all I ever wanted to do.

I love you, Mom.

And my thoughts
are with you always.

Sailors write these letters home
every day.

Mac, this is the letter from a man
who knew he was gonna die.

He was a SEAL
on a dangerous mission.

He had every reason
to expect he might not come back.

Well, you got
all the four major food groups here:

Starch, grease,
dead animal and ketchup.

Commander, you gave it your best
and came up short.

When you grasp for straws
like that letter,

maybe it's time to punch out.

Punching out is the last thing
a pilot ever wants to do.

People think you get in trouble,
pull the magic handle

and float safely to the ground.

Every time you punch out,
you end up an inch shorter.

No problem, commander.
You got a few inches to spare.

Give it up.

You don't have a motive,
and that means you don't have a case.

Sir, she's whistling.

- Who?
- Major MacKenzie.

Yesterday, when you were whistling,
she looked like the cat died.

And today, well,
it's kind of the other way around.

Captain Morris is about
to throw our case out of court

and Mac knows it.

Well, maybe it was
a friendly-fire accident, sir.

Jumping a sinking ship, Bud?

No, sir. I'll go down with you.

Well, hopefully, you won't have to.

But if Mac wins one more point,
Connors walks

and we'll never know the truth.

And the truth is everything.

So, Chief Connors
carried Harridan topside?

Yes, sir. I covered our backs.

He was just gonna leave Mark's body
there on the ship.

So he threw his weapon away

and tried to leave
Petty Officer Harridan on the ship?

Yes, sir.

By the way, why did the chief say
he threw his weapon away?

He said it jammed, sir.

I see. So, what did you do next?

I retrieved his weapon, sir.

I grabbed Mark's body

and tossed him over the side.

And I held on to him
till our Zodiac showed up.

If you hadn't,
what would have happened

to Petty Officer Harridan's body?

It would've blown up
with the freighter, sir.

Which is exactly what
Chief Connors wanted to happen.

- Objection. Calls for speculation.
- Sustained.

Your Honour,
it's a classic homicide scenario.

You kill the victim,
get rid of the murder weapon

and dispose of the body.

Objection, Your Honour. Commander
Rabb is offering gratuitous remarks

which are neither testimony
nor a question.

Sustained. Commander Rabb, do you
have anything further for this witness?

No, Your Honour.

- Major?
- No questions, Your Honour.

Your Honour, the prosecution would
like to recall Gunner Perez at this time.

Your Honour, Gunner Perez has been
questioned and cross-examined.

Can we move along, sir?

The defence has a point,
commander.

This is merely an enquiry.
It's not a trial.

I have one question, Your Honour.

- Very well, commander.
- Thank you, Your Honour.

Gunner Perez,
did Chief Connors' weapon jam

when you fired it
for your ballistics test?

- No, sir.
- No further questions, Your Honour.

Gunner Perez,
how many rounds did you fire?

Only one, ma'am.
It was all I needed to match the slugs.

Does an automatic weapon
usually jam after firing one round?

No, ma'am. Usually it takes more.

That's all, gunner. Thank you.

- In your experience...
- Objection, Your Honour.

The prosecution had one question
of this witness. I rebutted.

- Enough is enough.
- I'm inclined to agree, commander.

- I've already heard both sides.
- The defence made a point, which l...

Commander, the witness is excused.

Get down.

Counsel, in my chambers. Now!

I thought I experienced everything
in my 16 years on the bench,

but your irresponsible behaviour,
Mr. Rabb, really tops my list.

Yes, sir. Understood, sir.

When we reconvene
tomorrow morning,

I expect a full apology to me,
to the court and to the defence.

Yes, sir.

And I will be making a report
to Admiral Chegwidden.

Understood, sir.

- What on earth were you thinking?
- I was trying to make a point.

- You blew a hole in the roof.
- I guess I overdid it.

You guessed right. Doesn't this
show you how desperate you are?

Mac, this was not
an accidental shooting.

Put Chief Connors on the stand,
and I'll prove it.

Oh, you've really lost it.

You just asked me to bare my client's
throat to you so you could win a case?

- So we could get to the truth.
- The truth, commander,

is that Petty Officer Harridan
was killed in a friendly-fire accident.

It's not that bad, Bud.

I'm afraid it is, sir.

Lab report on those pills we took from
Petty Officer Harridan's apartment.

- AZT?
- Yes, sir.

You only take that
if you're HIV-positive or have AIDS.

Captain Morris suggested
a transfer to Somalia.

But I told him
Somalia was letting you off too easy.

I concur, sir.

What in God's name
would possess you

to fire a weapon in the courtroom?

- No excuse, sir.
- You're damn right, there's no excuse!

- Yes, sir.
- I warned you, commander!

- You did, sir.
- At ease!

- What now?
- I'm not sure, sir.

I have new information.
I need time to digest it.

What information?

I'd rather not say, sir.

You're heading back
into rough seas with me, mister.

If I reveal my information,
the admiral will have no choice

but to act upon it,
even though he may desire not to.

And why would I desire not to?

Sir, it is information
that some members of the media

will most certainly use
to besmirch the Navy.

Oh, so now you decide
what's good for the Navy?

No, sir.

Yes, sir, in a way.

I think the admiral would agree
if he knew the information.

But as judge advocate general,
he would have no choice

but to make this information
a matter of public record.

As the prosecutor in this case,
I do not.

I see.

Does this information
help or hurt your case?

I'm not sure, sir. That's one
of the things I need to investigate.

I hope you know
what you're doing, mister.

So do I, sir.

Get out of here.

Aye, aye, sir.

That'll be all, corporal.

- Where's Major MacKenzie, sir?
- This is between you and me.

I don't believe that's legal, sir.

- Are you a scuttlebutt lawyer, chief?
- No, sir.

But I know I shouldn't be interrogated
without my lawyer present.

Well, let's just say
you asked to see me.

But I didn't, sir.

And I can't think of any reason
why I would.

I know the pills you tossed
into the Med were AZT.

How long did you know
he was HIV-positive?

Not... Not long.

He told me
a few days before the mission.

How'd he contract it?

Did his father know?

I think he suspected.

Sir, but Chief Harridan isn't
the kind of man to admit to anyone,

especially not himself,
that his son was a homosexual.

- Anyone else on the team know?
- No, sir.

Mark kept that side of his life
outside the Navy.

He loved being a SEAL too much
to risk losing it.

- What about his mother?
- Oh, yeah. She knew.

Probably about the same time I did,
when we were still in high school.

I gotta admit,

it bothered me, you know,
for a while.

I stopped hanging with him.

Then I realised

that Mark's being gay
didn't really change

what made us friends, you know?

We still, you know,
liked to hunt together

and fish and play golf.

You know, tell dirty jokes.

But I gotta admit that once I knew,

they sort of took on
a whole new meaning.

He was a good guy, sir.

And he was a great SEAL.

When he told me
that he was HIV-positive,

he said that the best thing
that could happen to him

was to be killed on a mission.

He was more afraid
of facing his father than death.

Are you telling me
he committed suicide?

Look out.

You killed him.

You bastard, you killed him!

There was nothing I could do.

He deliberately stepped
into my line of fire.

Chief, you could be
telling me the truth.

Or you could be excusing
negligence on your part,

or premeditated murder
for some reason

I don't even wanna begin
to speculate about.

How am I to know?

I guess you either believe me
or you don't, sir.

- Commander.
- Gorski. Thanks for coming.

- No problem, sir.
- What'll you have?

Whatever you're drinking is fine.

As long as it's not
one of those non-alcoholic beers.

It's not. Another stout, please.

Coming up.

Nice skirts, huh?

Gorski, you never saw Chief Connors
actually shoot Harridan, did you?

What difference
does that make, sir?

He admitted it. Ballistics verified it.

Still, both men were out of sight
when it happened, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, what made you think
the chief shot him?

I mean, he could have been hit
by enemy fire.

I don't get it, sir.
I mean, you sound like that major.

If this goes
to a full-blown court-martial,

the major will be asking you
the same question.

- So you're kind of rehearsing me?
- I'm looking for a motive.

Well, I might be able
to help you out there, sir.

Here you go.

The chief and Mark
argued before the mission.

He didn't want him to go.

You know why?

No, sir.

But he told the lieutenant he didn't
think Mark could carry his weight.

But I'd say if Mark hadn't been there,
I'd be dead

and that Semtex
would be blowing up Americans.

Here's to you, Mark.

I still haven't heard a motive.

If I had to guess, sir,

- I'd say Lara.
- Lara?

That's Chief Connors' wife.

I saw the three of them together
at this team party.

It was pretty obvious
Mark had the hots for her.

I'll bet he nailed her,

the chief found out about it,
you know?

I guess that's always a possibility.

Sir, I think
it was something like that.

Now, if it's all right with you, sir,
there's a couple skirts over there

that look like
they could use a little SEAL training.

Permission granted.

Please be seated.

Before we begin, Commander Rabb
would like to address the court.

Yes, sir.

Your Honour,
I'd like to apologise to the court

and to the defence
for my outrageous behaviour

in our last session.

I offer no excuse for my conduct
and I stand ready to accept

any disciplinary action
the court deems appropriate.

Well, the court accepts your apology

and will leave any disciplinary action

up to the discretion
of your commanding officer.

Now that that's out of the way,

are you ready to proceed?

No, sir.

Your Honour, the prosecution feels
we have insufficient evidence

to request a court-martial

and are dropping all charges
against Chief Connors.

Court's adjourned.

Thank you.

I don't understand, sir.

Chief Connors didn't kill
Petty Officer Harridan, Bud.

- But he did, sir.
- He just pulled the trigger.

The man who really killed him,
we can't ever try.

To my son, Mark,
on his nomination for the Navy Cross!

- Yeah.
- To Mark.

- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.

Anyway,
I'll tell you a story about that...

Congratulations on your son's
nomination, Mrs. Harridan.

Thank you, commander. Thank you.

What about me, commander?

Don't I get congratulated?

Yes, chief.
But I'd like to do that in private.

Officers hate to apologise
in front of enlisted men,

- you understand.
- Right.

It takes a big man
to admit he's wrong, commander.

Well, I don't know about
being a big man, but I was wrong.

You're damn right you were wrong.

My son died for his country.

You tried to take that away from me.

He didn't die for his country, chief.

He died for you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Your son was HIV-positive.

- What?
- He couldn't admit that to you.

Or that he was a homosexual.

So rather than face you, he stood up

into Chief Connor's line of fire.

Congratulations
on your son's Navy Cross, chief.

You earned it.

Harm.

Harm.

Peace offering?

Beltway Burgers? I don't think so.

That's for me. I got you
a couscous, grilled shrimp

and arugula salad.

I accept.

The only place
that isn't torn up is the bedroom.

Works for me.

I take it we're friends again?

Until we face off in a courtroom.

- What made you change your mind?
- What made you?

I didn't stop being your friend.
You stopped being mine.

Well, what did you expect me to do

after the way you sandbagged me
in court?

You mean out-lawyered you?

Out-lawyered me?

I fell for it because
I thought you were a friend.

And a friend
doesn't sandbag a friend.

Where were you raised?

Where friends
don't sandbag friends.

Well, that's somewhere in Ohio,
isn't it?

Cute does not work on me, Harm.

I wasn't being cute.
I was being funny.

Yeah, like the way you fired
that H & K in court?

I thought it was pretty funny
when you ducked under the table.

I'm a Marine, Harm.
Marines don't duck.

Well, what do Marines do?

They take cover,
but they never duck.