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You are now one dead Marine.

Pretty slick, huh?

It's like a video game.

That's what ground warfare
is gonna be like in the 21 st century.

Come see how you did.

So I gave you an enemy
above and behind you.

You hear him.

You target him.

You shoot.

But you are now one dead Marine.

Can I quote you on this?

You can quote me on a lot more
than this.

I didn't bring you in here
for video games.

If the Marine Corps goes ahead
with this,

men are gonna die.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Ah, Tiner, do you know where
the Military Justice CD-ROMs are?

We moved them, sir.
They're right over here.

At least they used to be.

Looking for the MJ CDs?

- Commander Manetti has them.
- Ugh, they're supposed to be put back.

Have either of you seen
Commander Rabb yet this morning?

He called to say
he was on his way, sir.

I don't think he'll be late
to his own award ceremony, sir.

Hmm. No doubt.

Colonel, take a look at this
and join me in my office, please.

Yes, sir.

Wow!

What?

The Navy lieutenant working on a new
combat helmet system for the Marines.

He says the system doesn't work.
But the DON's going ahead with it.

Hmm, a whistle-blower.

"Lieutenant Jeremy Duncan
is quoted in the local paper,

accusing the secretary of defence
of pimping for private enterprise."

- That's a violation of Article 88.
- Unbelievable.

He called campaign contributions
to the governor of Virginia "bribes."

Lieutenant not only pushed
the envelope, he broke through it.

- Could be slander.
- Ooh.

Enter.

Have a seat.

So, what do you think of Lieutenant
Duncan's contemptuous words?

Textbook Article 88 violation, sir.

His commander
wants him court-martialled.

However, the SECNAV does not want
him brought up on charges.

- He wants this handled quietly.
- Understood, sir.

Apparently, Lieutenant Duncan
is some sort of a specialist

in psychoacoustics on TAD

to the Combat Development
Command.

When this ceremony is over,
go to Quantico.

Interview, uh, Lieutenant Duncan,
speak to his officer in charge.

See if you can put this fire out
before it gets completely out of control.

Aye, aye, sir.

Something else?

There is one thing that bothers me,
admiral.

He said Marines are gonna die.

What if he's right?

- Are you all right, ma'am?
- I don't know. I think so.

Well, that was...
That was quite a little jolt.

Well, you must be in the Navy.

Yes, ma'am. I am.
I'm really sorry about this.

Yes, well, accidents will happen,
won't they?

Look, here's my ownership
and insurance.

I'II, uh, write down
the rest of my information for you.

Oh, my.

Uh, this seems to have expired.

Oh, no.

Mr. Roberts.

Attention to orders.

Person to be
decorated, front and centre.

"The president of the United States
takes pleasure in presenting

the Bronze Star Medal

to Commander Sturgis Turner,
United States Navy,

for meritorious achievement
while on TAD

to the USS Watertown
in the Arabian Sea on 21 May, 2002.

By his courage and effectiveness,

Commander Turner
reflected great credit upon himself

and upheld the highest traditions
of the United States Naval Service."

Commander Rabb, front and centre.

Sorry I'm late. I had an accident.

Let's give you this medal before
I decide to take the damn thing away.

"The president of the United States

takes pleasure in presenting
the Silver Star Medal

to Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.,
United States Navy,

for conspicuous gallantry and heroism
in an F-14 Tomcat

on 21 May, 2002.

By his superb airmanship
and loyal devotion to duty,

Cmdr. Rabb defeated a grave threat
to the fleet from an enemy missile,

reflecting great credit upon himself
and upholding the highest traditions

of the United States Naval Service."

I'm proud of both of you.

JAG, dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- What happened?

Oh, I rear-ended a nice little old lady
on the parkway.

- Oh.
- Well, anybody hurt?

Only my bank account.

I let the auto insurance lapse.

How did you do that?

Well, I didn't receive the renewal notice
like I usually do.

You thought it was junk mail,
threw it away.

Ha, ha. That fibreglass is gonna cost
a few thousand.

Tell me about it.

When you made your comments
to the reporter who quoted you,

were you aware
using contemptuous words

against the secretary of defence and
the governor of the state of Virginia

would constitute a violation
of Article 88 of the UCMJ?

I've never been very good at regs.

I guess it just never crossed
my mind.

Why did you have an unauthorised
meeting with a reporter?

I didn't know how to get
through the chain of command.

This is real high-tech stuff, ma'am.

A Marine doesn't just carry a weapon
into combat anymore.

He wears
a complete computer system.

I have degrees in physics
and electrical engineering.

And I have trouble sometimes.

Navy paid for the engineering degrees,
didn't it?

Yeah, ma'am. I've got three years left
on my service obligation.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

By being a whistle-blower?

I wanted to make my point.

There's a serious bug
in the DSP algorithm of the HRA

- for the integrated helmet assembly.
- English.

Sorry, ma'am. This will be a lot easier
once I give you the demonstration.

This
is your integrated helmet assembly.

It includes
your head orientation sensors,

audio pickups,

laser detector,

video camera,

boom mike
and your helmet-mounted display.

What this gives you

is complete situational awareness.

Try it out, ma'am.

Stand over here and I'll feed, uh,
the first simulation into the helmet.

- See anything?
- No.

You will.

I'm gonna start the first simulation.

What you wanna do is see how fast
you can put the gunsight on the sniper

when you hear the warning.

Am I dead?

Yes, ma'am, because the digital signal
processing algorithm has a flaw in it.

Here's the problem.

The High-Resolution Audio subsystem
is designed to give you

a three-dimensional
holographic sound field

so you know exactly where a sound
is coming from

without having to turn your head.

But it's locating the sound
in the wrong place.

That's why the system thinks
it's acquired the target when it hasn't.

Very convincing, lieutenant.

Thank you, ma'am.

I just wish the Marine Corps
thought so.

Why do you think
the Corps doesn't?

The system works properly
some of the time.

I just don't think some of the time
is good enough.

Sir, Lieutenant Duncan
has been relieved of duty.

His officer-in-charge
has agreed to no court-martial

and nonjudicial punishment
with immediate resignation.

Basically, they wanna flush him
from the service, ASAP.

What does Lieutenant Duncan
want?

He doesn't seem to be sure,

but he doesn't want the Navy
to go ahead with the contract

for Psycoustics Incorporated.

Hmm. Well, he got
what he wished for.

DON has pulled the plug
on the project

before it gets any more
bad publicity.

What?

Sir, I think the lieutenant was right
in what he did,

just wrong
in the way he went about it.

The truth is not a defence in an Article
88 violation. So, what's your point?

The Navy wants to punish him
for being a whistle-blower

while the Marine Corps
might just owe him a debt of gratitude.

Project's cancelled, colonel.
It's a moot question.

Yes, sir. I'll wrap things up.

My corps.

Your corps.
Your corps.

Our corps.
Our corps.

Marine Corps.
Marine Corps.

How do you do, Colonel MacKenzie?
My name is Harlan Bradford.

- I'll be representing Lt. Duncan.
- Ma'am.

Lieutenant, I didn't expect you
to have civilian representation.

Well, as you can understand,

Lieutenant Duncan doesn't wanna be
where he's not appreciated.

We've drawn up
his letter of resignation.

What if you got orders
to a new duty station, lieutenant?

The Navy has made a big investment
in you.

I feel like I've done my part, ma'am,
served my country.

If even one Marine's life gets saved,
that's something, isn't it?

That's more than something,
lieutenant.

Do you not wanna stay in the Navy?

I don't think the Navy wants me,
ma'am.

"Formal hearing waived,

punitive letter of reprimand accepted,
commission resigned."

Official boilerplate downloaded
from the JAG website.

So I see.

Looks like you've done
your homework, lieutenant.

I'll advise the Convening Authority
of your wishes

and recommend approval.

Thank you, ma'am.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Yes, I realise it's my responsibility
to pay the premium on time.

I don't understand why I didn't get
my renewal notice like I usually do.

I never received it.

Phone.

Thank you anyway.

There's a Raymond Harrick
on line two for you, sir.

Raymond Harrick?

My name
is Raymond Harrick, commander.

I represent Mrs. Eleanor Motley,

the woman whose car you hit
yesterday.

Represent?

Yes, I'm her lawyer.

Why would she need a lawyer?

Well, Mrs. Motley just called me
from her doctor's office.

It seems that she's
in a considerable amount of pain.

She was fine yesterday morning.

I understand you have
no insurance coverage.

Uh, I would just suggest that you
contact an attorney, commander.

I am an attorney.

Is that so?

Well, uh, may I suggest we have
a meeting with Mrs. Motley?

How about this afternoon,
say, uh, 2:00?

My office?

That would be fine.

Good.

And commander,
bring your chequebook.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Um, close the door, have a seat.

Yes, sir.

What's the status
of Lieutenant Duncan's case?

Concluded, sir. Lieutenant Duncan's
letter of resignation was forwarded

by his commanding officer

and accepted
by the chief of naval personnel.

Hmm, well, Psycoustics Incorporated
has filed a bid protest with the GAO

and a complaint with the Navy
for cancelling their contract

and going
with a competitor's product.

The governor of the state has asked
for an enquiry into the entire matter.

I'm sorry to hear that, sir. I thought
I had successfully put out the fire.

Oh, it gets worse.

Psycoustics is accusing Lieutenant
Duncan of hacking their codes.

Specifically, and I, uh, quote,

"Duncan modified the DSP algorithm
without authorisation

so as to cause the HRA Subsystem

of the Combat Helmet System
to malfunction."

You know what that means?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Duncan sabotaged

the high-resolution audio digital
signal processing programme.

And then he lied about it to the Navy,
to the press and to me.

Well, I suggest
that you find Lieutenant Duncan.

I will, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mrs. Motley is a widow, commander.

Living on a fixed income.

She's 61 years old
so she doesn't qualify for Medicare.

I have a letter from her doctor.

"Pain in the back, pinched nerve
in the neck, double vision..."

As you can see,
he says surgery may be necessary.

We won't know until she's completed
the six-month course

of physical therapy.

Now, I've advised against it,

but, uh, she's willing to settle with you
now.

Though the projected costs may not
cover all the treatment she'll need.

What are the projected costs?

Hmm, take a look.

"Physical therapy, $5,000,
Doctors and specialists, $10,000,

in-home care, 5,000,

special equipment, 5,000,
contingency, 5,000,

legal fees, $5,000."

Very reasonable
under the circumstances.

Also $500 for the damage
to her car.

Oh, you wouldn't wanna forget that.

Thirty-five thousand dollars.

I don't have that kind of money
right now.

Uh, the accident wasn't my fault,
Mr. Rabb.

It's Commander Rabb, ma'am.

The longer you wait,
the more it'll cost, commander.

Well,
I'll just have to take my chances.

I'm sorry.

Take this with you, commander.

In an abundance of caution,
I filed today in superior court.

You've been sued.

Sturgis, you got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

You're being sued
over the auto accident?

Yeah, and so far,
I've got a fool for a client.

Heh, you're representing yourself?

Well, I sincerely hope not.

You don't want me
to represent you?

Well, you know,
the thought did cross my mind.

I've never done civil litigation.

You should hire a competent lawyer,
Harm.

You know,
if you took a look at my bank account,

you'd see I was
financially challenged at the moment.

Now, look, this is gonna take
some research and I'm swamped.

I might be able to get to this in a week,
but then you got a fool for a lawyer.

I'd be happy to help you fix your car,
buddy.

But, uh, this, I'm sorry. Good luck.

Thanks.

Oh, sir.
I finished proofing your brief.

- It's very good.
- Oh, thank you, Bud.

- Were there many mistakes?
- Hardly any at all.

Is there anything else
I can do for you?

Uh...

You look like a man who wants a case
of his own, lieutenant.

I am anxious to get up to speed, sir.

Understandable.

I don't have a case I can turn over,
but, uh, Commander Rabb might.

All right. Good day.

Thank you, sir.

Good afternoon, sir.

Oh, hey, Bud. How are you doing?

Good, sir.

Come on in. I'm on hold.

"Your First Computer." Is that...?

- Is that for Chloe?
- No, it's for little A.J.'s fifth birthday.

Isn't that in four months?

So?
I like to get my shopping done early.

Are you there?
- Yeah, I'm still here.

Five years from this moment,

if neither of us is in a relationship,
we'll go halves on a kid.

You and me? Have a baby together?

So, what do you say? Deal?

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

I see.

Thank you.

I don't believe it.

- Believe what?
- Ugh.

Lieutenant Duncan's lawyer
doesn't exist.

There's no Harlan Bradford
licenced to practise law in Virginia.

He downloaded the boilerplate
from the website.

Anybody could do that.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Did you wanna see me
about something?

No. I mean, it can wait.

Here. Cowboy.
- Excuse me.

If you're looking to rent,
the unit's not ready yet.

I'm looking
for Lieutenant Jeremy Duncan.

- This is his apartment, right?
- Was. He's gone now.

- But his car is parked in the garage.
- Not his car. Not anymore.

I don't understand.
When did he move out?

The day before yesterday.
Just like that.

And he left his car?

Oh, damnedest thing ever,
if you ask me.

He had six months left on his lease.
Said he wanted out.

He paid me 2,000 in cash,
signed over the car to cover the rest.

It's a pretty nice car too.

He didn't leave a forwarding address,
huh?

No. He didn't even want his cleaning
deposit. What do you make of that?

I'd say the lieutenant
came into some money suddenly.

- Thank you for your help.
- You're welcome.

Oh, the apartment is available
the first of the month.

You little rat.

You lowlife scum.

What is it?

I checked every bar association
on the eastern seaboard.

Guess what I found.

There is a Harlan Bradford
in the Legal Department

of a company in Maryland
called Mad Hampster.

It's a game company.

Ground Strike Force III.

That what the whistle-blowing about?

You're damn right it was. He stole it.

He stole Psycoustics' technology.

I'd bet on it.

Hang on. I wonder...

Mad Hamster Incorporated.

How may I direct your call?

- Jeremy Duncan, please.
One moment, please.

Hi, this is Jeremy.

You've reached my voicemail.

Leave me a message
and I'll get right back as soon as I can.

Gotcha.

I've located Lieutenant Duncan, sir.

- Good.
- He's working at a game company.

- And, uh...?
- The whole thing was a setup.

He knew what he was doing when he
gave the interview to the reporter, sir.

Uh, he wanted out of the Navy
and Psycoustics' contract cancelled

so he could take the technology
with him.

- Are you sure about this?
- Not yet. Not completely. It's obvious.

The way he disappears,
threw money.

- Colonel...
- Arrogant little S.O.B.

- He's not gonna get away with this.
- Sounds like the...

He made a fool out of me, sir.

Colonel.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'd like to request permission
to pursue Lieutenant Duncan

and rectify the situation.

How do you plan to do that?

- I don't know, sir.
- You don't know?

Hmm.

Commander, do you have time
to assist the colonel on this case?

Maybe between the two of you,
we can find a certain balance?

Yes, sir.

Are you okay with that, colonel?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Good night.

Well, something tells me
Lieutenant Duncan will be sorry

he messed with this Marine, huh?

Hey, slow down a little.

I don't wanna be late for this.

We're not gonna be late. It's still...

Okay, maybe a little late.

- Mac, hold on.
- What?

Are you upset because I'm here?

No.

I mean, I'm usually the one
who needs the minder.

Well, I don't need a minder.

But I don't mind the help.

What is bothering you?
Is it the lawsuit?

There is nothing bothering me.

It sure seems like something is.

Well, maybe it's just a clock
I hear ticking.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, nothing.

Who are you here to see?
- Jeremy Duncan. He's expecting us.

Sign these, please.

- What are they?
- Nondisclosure agreements.

This is a high-security campus.

No one's allowed in
without an escort.

An intern will take you
to Mr. Duncan's office.

All this for video games.

Electronic gaming
is a $15 billion a year industry, sir.

More than movies
and music combined.

We take industrial espionage
very seriously.

So do we.

Enemy threat,
commence evasive manoeuvres.

Hello, colonel.

Come on in.

This is Commander Rabb.

- Hi.
Lieutenant.

Not anymore, sir.

Welcome to the private sector.

It sure beats the Navy, huh?

Actually, I'm a little surprised
you agreed to see us.

I've got nothing to hide.

- What is it?
- I'm a little curious about something.

Does the word ethics
mean anything to you?

Sure.

It means loser.

Let me do the math for you.

This new game of ours,
"Ground Strike Force IIl"

was an $80-million title
before we incorporated 3-D sound.

Now, it's a $100-million title, heh.

You put these babies on
and play the game,

and it's as close as you can get
to virtual reality at home.

The military doesn't know what to do
with this kind of technology.

So that makes it okay for you
to steal it?

Was that just the way
you were raised?

Come on.

The physics has been around
for years.

It just wasn't proprietary,
though it is now.

This place knows how to protect
its assets.

Psycoustics didn't.

Hey, you snooze, you lose.
It's the law of the jungle.

No conscience at all, huh, Jeremy?

I'm sorry.

But it was the chance of a lifetime.

No one in the service got hurt.
So, what's the problem?

We're bound by a different standard
of conduct in the service, Jeremy.

When you agreed
to accept your commission,

you too were bound
by that standard.

So sue me.

Let me ask you a question.

What do you two make as lawyers
in the Navy?

Come on, Harm. Let's go.
I'm losing this struggle.

I was making 50,000 a year
as a lieutenant.

Now I'm making 10 times that
plus 50 for a signing bonus.

What are you two making?

Chump change.

Want to try these on, commander?
They're a lot of fun.

Yeah, maybe some other time.

I used to have a bumper sticker
that said "die yuppie scum."

I'm gonna get another one.

Well, at the very least,
you gotta admire his honesty.

- Or not.
- I'm gonna take him up on his offer.

I'm gonna get
Psycoustics Incorporated to sue him.

Oh, don't mention that word
around me, huh?

He is right about one thing, though.

With all our trial experience,

we could be making a fortune
in private practise.

I tried that, remember?

Yeah, but that was four years ago.
What were you offered then?

A lot.

I still think about it.

You know what it costs to raise a kid
and put him through college?

Why would I know that?

Almost $300,000.

The problem is I didn't like myself
very much in private practise.

Yeah, well, things change,
you know, Mac.

I could be using you
right about now.

Yeah,
I'd probably be the one suing you.

Thank you for meeting with us.

I'm Lt. Col. MacKenzie.
This is Commander Rabb.

Oh, greetings. I am Ashok Pradesh.

This place is so empty.

We've had to lay off our entire staff
due to the lost contract.

Can you explain to us
what Lieutenant Duncan did

to your DSP source code?

Yes, of course. This way, please.

Thank you.

Just compare the original
waveform created by the DSP algorithm

and this contaminated copy
created by Lieutenant Duncan.

Take a look at the phase shift
in the pinna cues.

It is clear that early reflections
have been distorted

so as to place the sound source
in a completely incorrect location.

Well, it might be clear to you,
Ashok,

but it is not clear
to the rest of humanity.

How was Lieutenant Duncan
able to get away with this?

Well, we allowed it, commander.

With this transformation going on
in your military,

there is so much competition
to be first.

The Marine Corps, the Army

both are developing
new combat systems.

Does the Army system work better?

Not if the Marine Corps system
is deployed first.

And so we worked on weekends
and at night.

And because we trust the Navy,

we allowed Jeremy full access
to our source code to debug.

To help us succeed.

Why didn't you file criminal charges
against him?

But why? He broke no laws.
We failed to lock the chicken house.

You're not gonna let him get away.

But this is life in high-tech, colonel.

We lose, we move on.

There's no time for regret.

That's ridiculous.

That's actually kind of healthy
if you think about it.

Colonel, why look back?

Just over the horizon
is the next big thing.

Yeah, maybe.

But in my world,
there's a thing called justice.

You're telling me he got away with it?

The Navy cleared his record
with his discharge.

And Psycoustics isn't interested
in pursuing the matter

which means Lieutenant Duncan
used Navy regulations

for his own benefit
and stole technology from Psycoustics.

I think the Navy
should reinstate the contract.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

The Navy refuses
to rebid the contract.

Then Psycoustics
is going out of business, sir.

The nature of capitalism.
The weak fail.

Yes, sir.

Hey, what do you say
I buy you dinner?

Not hungry.

Did you even bother to eat lunch?

I don't remember.

Mac, you got a raging case
of low blood sugar.

I don't care. I'm beat.

I feel dirty. I need a long hot bath.

Are you gonna wash
Lieutenant Duncan out of your hair?

- Is that it? You're giving up?
- It's over, isn't it?

Well, maybe not.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, lieutenant.

Good morning, commander.

You're pregnant too, petty officer?

Due any day now, sir.

How are you today, sir?

I'm fine, Harriet.

You're gonna make
such a wonderful father, heh.

Hey. I've got a surprise for you.
- Hey.

- Hope it's a good one.
- Ha, ha.

You're gonna like it.

I made some calls
to Quantico this morning.

Our Duncan was in a hurry to get out.
I had a hunch he made a mistake.

- Like what?
- Well, it seems

he's accumulated some leave
on the books. Sixty days worth.

- I like it already.
- It gets better.

Didn't stick around for his out briefing.
Didn't get his final orders.

They've got two paycheques
waiting for him

and two more before his discharge
becomes effective.

Those are the best words
I could ever hope to hear.

"Before his discharge
becomes effective."

You just made my day.

Maybe even my week.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Sir, can I see you for a moment?

Sure.

Uh, I was wondering if I could ask you
a personal question.

Yeah, go ahead.

Do you feel that
I'm, uh, handicapped

as far as my legal abilities
are concerned?

No, I don't feel that at all, Bud.

Why are you asking?

Well, Commander Turner told me
about your problem, sir,

and that you asked him for his help.

Yeah.

Well, sir, I was wondering,

why didn't you ask me?

I don't know, Bud. I, uh, heh...

I guess I'm guilty
of underestimating your recovery.

Would you consider representing me
in this lawsuit?

I've already started work on it, sir.

I've been investigating this lawyer,
Raymond Harrick.

He's an ambulance chaser, sir.
He files literally hundreds of lawsuits.

As far as I can tell,
he always settles out of court.

So I went down to Legal Assistance to
see if there was any local Navy people

who had been involved
in automobile accidents

within days
of their insurance lapsing.

It turns out there were quite a few.

Over 20 this year.

All fender-benders
within days of lapsed insurance.

The accident was a total setup.

Someone from the insurance office
forgets to mail out the renewal notice.

This guy Harrick waits for the policy
to expire and sets up an accident.

Then he starts harassing the victim
until they decide to settle.

Yeah, and it almost worked, Bud.

Almost.

Why don't you and I
go see the admiral.

You're being sued?

Yes, sir.

And what does Lieutenant Roberts
have to do with it?

I've asked the Lieutenant to help me
with the court case, sir.

With your permission, obviously.

Well, you don't think I have
anything better for you to do?

Any assignment that you would give
me would certainly take precedence.

Got a strategy?

Yes, sir.

All right. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Right this way, Mrs. Motley.

Commander Rabb
requested this meeting.

This time he brought counsel with him,
Lieutenant Roberts.

Here you go.

Commander, I hope you've come
to put an offer on the table.

As you can see, she's having
a difficult time getting around.

Yes, uh, it would appear your condition
is getting worse, Mrs. Motley.

Well, ha, ha, physical therapy

isn't easy for a person my age,
young man.

Your, uh, therapist's name is Preston,
isn't it, Mrs. Motley?

It's Dr. Preston, yes, mm-hm.

And you've seen him before,
haven't you?

Uh, tell me. Was it this hard
the previous three times?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

We've checked
into Mrs. Motley's doctors.

This is the fourth accident
in the last 18 months.

Rear-ended each time.

That's some pretty bad luck,
Mrs. Motley.

I will not allow you
to intimidate my client.

Oh, we're not here to do that,
Mr. Harrick.

We're here to intimidate you.

Now, this here is a list
of the Navy personnel

who have been sued by you
in the last three years.

Do the names look familiar?

Each of them have had an accident
right after their auto insurance lapsed.

Quite a coincidence,
wouldn't you say?

- What's going on here, Raymond?
- Sit down.

Well, you said that they would pay
like all the others.

- Sit down.
I will not sit down.

I am not listening to you anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry, young man.

I'm ashamed of myself.

Was any of it true, Mrs. Motley?

Well, I certainly wasn't hurt.

But I am a widow
and on a fixed income.

Well, I know that's not an excuse.

But I used to be an actress,
you know?

A very good one.

I'm going to need a lawyer, aren't I?

Yes, ma'am.

I'd call one soon.

And this is a bill for the damages
to Commander Rabb's Corvette.

We've notified the insurance
company and the U.S. Attorney's office.

The renewal notices
that never got sent,

that's fraud
and conspiracy to commit fraud.

Both federal offences, Mr. Harrick.

We'll be seeing you in court.

You have a nice day now.

Oh, you might consider
getting yourself a lawyer.

You wanna see me
about something?

I've printed out some more JAG
boilerplate for you, Mr. Bradford.

Subpoena to appear
for a court-martial?

Jeremy.

Hang on. I'll be right with you.

On your feet, lieutenant.

Hey.

- What's this?
- Orders, lieutenant.

To report for duty at 1500 today.

What are you talking about? I'm out.

No, you're not.

You should have paid more attention
to those Navy regs.

If you'd shown up
for your out briefing

or picked up your orders...

You have a leave on the books.
The government still owes you money.

Until you're paid
everything you're entitled to,

you're still on terminal leave.

And still in the Navy.

You're kidding.

Government owes you $8,000.

Eight thousand dollars?

Will the senior member
please publish the court's findings?

"Lieutenant Jeremy Duncan,
United States Navy,

as to charge one in the specification
alleging violation of Article 92,

disobedience of DoD
standards of conduct,

a lawful general regulation, guilty.

As to charge two and its specification
alleging violation of Article 108,

wilful damage of military property,
guilty.

This court sentences you
to confinement at hard labour

for a period of one year,

to be fined $50,000 and to be
dismissed from the Naval Service."

This court is adjourned.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks.

- You got a minute?
- Sure.

Can we talk in your office?

Okay.

Um...

You, uh, said that you bought this
for little A.J.'s fifth birthday.

I did?

But he's not gonna be 5.
He's gonna be 4.

Exactly.

That's what's been bothering you?

Our deal to have a baby together
after five years?

Heh, well, I wouldn't exactly say
it was bothering me but...

Well, something was bothering you.
The comment about the clock ticking.

Was that supposed to be
my biological clock?

Harm, why didn't you just tell me
what was on your mind?

Well, because you seemed to have
a little too much on your mind.

You know,
I'll bet that you were afraid to ask.

Why would I be?

Maybe you didn't wanna hear
the answer.

Or maybe you were afraid
that I'd wanna up the timetable.

No, that never occurred to me.

Do you?

Harm, it wasn't a Freudian slip,
okay?

It was just a mistake.

You're sure?

You wanna go back
on your promise?

No.

Then why the sudden worry?
It's over a year away.

Well, I mean...

I mean, Singer got pregnant
and then Harriet and then...

Hmm, and you just assumed
that I'd wanna join the club.

You're funny.