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Second floor. Go.

Let's go, let's go.

INS. Don't move!

Go, go, go!

INS.

Stop or I'll shoot.

All right. All right. Don't shoot.

Don't make me.

You want to show me your green card, pal?

My ID is in my left coat pocket.

I'm Lieutenant Bao Hien, United States Marine Corps.

Semper fi, lieutenant. You're under arrest.

Last night, the INS raided a warehouse in Baltimore.

Building was vacant, except for the teenage girls sewing.

A, uh, sweatshop was uncovered, third one in the last six months.

Sixteen undocumented aliens from Vietnam were detained

along with one Marine Lieutenant Bao Hien.

INS doesn't figure him as a ringleader,

so they kicked him back to us

uh, for an investigation in possible people smuggling.

Lieutenant Hien was a decorated aviator.

He was a helicopter crew chief and gunner in the Gulf War.

Completed the enlisted commissioning programme, went to flight school.

Led and flew humanitarian missions as a pilot in Somalia.

Not to mention being a Marine Corps poster boy

for pulling yourself up by the bootstraps.

Lieutenant Hien was on one of the last helos out of Saigon in '75.

He started his life in America as a child refugee.

Inspired to become a Marine by the Marines who rescued him.

What does the lieutenant say he was doing in that warehouse, sir?

"Looking for something to steal."

Maybe choosing the lesser of two evils.

Commercial burglary carries a lighter penalty than people smuggling.

A guy like this just doesn't wake up and decide to be a criminal.

What he's already admitted to is an Article 130 violation,

and conduct unbecoming.

The Marines are watching this closely. That's why I want both of you on it.

Lieutenant Hien is stationed in Pax River.

He's, uh, grounded pending outcome.

And take Petty Officer Coates with you.

I want her to get some field experience.

- That will be all. - Yes, sir.

Oh, and, uh, let's get to the bottom of this quickly.

Uh, with Mac on the bench, we're short on lawyers around here.

- Understood. - Yes, sir.

Enter!

Excuse me, admiral. The SECNAV is here, sir.

Gentlemen. Good to see you.

I wanna thank you for your fine work in the friendly fire case,

and yours in that empty quiver matter. Thank you, commanders.

- Thank you, sir. - I appreciate that, sir.

- Admiral. - Secretary.

Um.

I came here myself because I wanted to make sure

that you didn't read about this in some memo and draw the wrong conclusions.

Read what, sir?

Well, this business with you ejecting out of an F-14.

The Washington Post wants to know what a two-star admiral is doing

tooling around the friendly skies with a lawyer at the helm.

This kind of thing gives CHINFO a bad rash.

Commander Rabb had taken me up to demonstrate a flaw

on the, uh, heads-up display in the plane.

It was JAG business, sir.

I assumed that there was a good explanation

and it won't take long to clear the matter.

And beyond that,

there's just some housekeeping that bears examination.

So you wanna send an investigator?

Just to pacify the powers that be.

I have full confidence in your ability to stand up to scrutiny, A.J.

Prints from the girls in custody

were matched to this container.

I've seen these babies with plumbing.

Sounds like a pleasure cruise.

What are we supposed to do? Give out a ticket to the border?

Free show, standing room only.

Have you found anything to tie Lieutenant Hien to these crates?

Not yet. We're combing the warehouse.

The lieutenant was there picking up his percentage of the profits.

You arrested the lieutenant based on the fact he was there that night.

There was no evidence of a payoff.

If it walks like a duck...

Hardly a legal argument.

Well, I'm hardly a lawyer.

That's why I gave the lieutenant to you.

The fact is, commanders,

there is nothing worth stealing in that warehouse.

Your lieutenant is either a bad thief or a good liar.

You noticed nothing suspicious, Mrs. Hien?

Nothing to suggest your husband was involved in the smuggling?

No. Nothing.

You know he's admitted to breaking and entering.

And I can't explain to that.

It's just not like Bao, not at all.

How long have you been married?

For over one year.

Mrs. Hien, has your husband ever lied to you?

If my husband lied to me, commander, I never find out about it.

I thought Navy here was to help my husband.

You two sound like you're out for some blood.

We're just trying to discover the truth, Mrs. Hien.

I am done?

- For now. - Thank you.

Enter!

Excuse me, admiral.

You have a visitor, sir, from the SECNAV's office.

Send him in.

Do you know who the SECNAV sent, sir?

Just send him in, Tiner.

Aye, sir.

Commander.

Admiral.

Commander Lindsey. That will be all, Tiner.

Aye, aye, sir.

I wasn't told that you'd be conducting our audit.

Well, who better, sir?

I mean, I have spent some time here at JAG.

Well, let's get to it.

What specifically are the complaints against our office?

- Misallocation of personnel. - Oh.

Lawyers travelling as tour groups when one would do, uh.

Sleight of hand with TAD requests.

Misappropriation of government property.

Misappropriation?

A recent example, Commander Rabb's commandeering of a Humvee

in the George Washington National Forest.

He was assisting Search and Rescue.

A search for and rescue of you, sir, making disciplining him difficult.

By the way, how is your back?

Fine, thank you.

Do what you have to do. You can, uh, use the conference room.

Just steer clear of all JAG business, commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

Uh, sir?

I don't want you to worry about that business

with the promotion board you headed,

passing me over for captain.

Suong Khoi, 15. Ly Truong, 14.

Ask them who brought them here.

Was it this man?

They want to know if they will be deported.

In all probability, yes.

Then we not have reason to tell.

You tell them that I wish there was a way for them to stay here.

Please. Make a way.

Then we tell.

Lieutenant Hien.

I'm Commander Rabb. I'm with the JAG Corps.

Commander. You're an aviator.

Well, not today, lieutenant.

Well, I guess that's me too.

Grounded as safety officer until further notified.

- Take a walk, lieutenant. - Okay.

Mm-hm.

I've read your service record. It's impressive.

You received an Air Medal as a door gunner in the Gulf War.

Yes, sir.

You held off enemy ground fire

while your helo rescued the survivors of a downed Black Hawk.

Uh, those men were gonna get picked off one by one, sir.

We didn't see any option to our actions.

You got your wings.

You received an Aerial Achievement citation

and a Purple Heart all on your first combat mission.

Srebrenica, sir. Transporting civilian wounded.

You took shrapnel and you kept flying, lieutenant.

You're a brave man.

Not to mention your rapid rise through the enlisted ranks.

You got your commission and now you're a lieutenant.

That is certainly a record to be proud of.

I'm proud to be a Marine, sir.

Well, let me ask you this, lieutenant.

Since you've waived your Article 31 rights,

why the hell would you jeopardise such an exemplary career

to break into a warehouse?

I don't know how to say it in a way that, uh

you could understand, commander.

Lieutenant, I wanna believe there is an explanation

for what happened that night.

Why, commander?

Why do you wanna believe that I am anything but a thief?

I guess I wanna believe, lieutenant,

that your life experiences made a difference.

April 29th, 1975.

The fall of Saigon.

I was 4 years old.

My mother was a secretary at the embassy.

The sound of the helos over our heads

were steady as a heartbeat.

The Marine guards were shouting.

I didn't even understand English at that time,

but I knew what they were saying was bad.

That we weren't safe.

I was fortunate. Others weren't so lucky, commander.

That's why I had to do something.

So you didn't break into the warehouse to steal something.

Not to steal anything, sir.

To save something that was already stolen.

I thought I could just get them out of there.

Why didn't you tell all this to the INS?

Because I didn't think they'd believe me, sir.

Well, why should I believe you?

I'm guilty either way, commander. I don't expect leniency.

The guy should get a medal for trying to free those girls,

not facing a court-martial.

His record speaks for itself.

He's based his career on coming to the aid of people in need.

The lieutenant acted with blatant disregard for the law,

and then lied to the authorities about it.

You don't have enough to recommend court-martial

based on a people-smuggling charge.

And you don't have enough to recommend against one.

Petty Officer Coates is pulling invoices from the cargo company.

Let's find who paid for the containers

that brought the girls, and then we can decide.

What's your stake in sending this thing to court-martial anyway?

I don't have one. No personal feelings at all.

Something about this guy has touched you.

So you want off this case, commander?

No. No, sir. I was just wondering why you gave it to me.

Do you mean,

did I consider Lieutenant Hien's experience in Vietnam

before I got you involved?

Yes, I did.

I just wanna believe it doesn't make a difference to me, sir.

And, uh, now it does?

I don't know, admiral. The case seems black and white.

But then it does to Commander Turner too.

Well, do the best you can.

Yes, sir.

How did your meeting with SECNAV go?

Well, uh, commander, we're being audited.

And the investigator he sent to do the job doesn't like me.

Well, I find that hard to believe, sir.

It's Lindsey.

Commander Lindsey?

Lieutenant. Lieutenant. Please, let me get that for you.

- There you go. - Thank you, commander.

It's been a long time.

Uh, Christmas last year, I believe. How's, uh, Lieutenant Sims?

She's great, sir. How is your family?

Lieutenant, I have found that one's family can be of great comfort

during times of, uh, career disappointment.

I was very sorry to hear of your injury, uh, but you look as fit for duty as ever.

As fit as ever, sir?

Oh, I bet the Seahawk misses you.

You've turned out to be quite a lawyer, lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

The Seahawk has competent legal counsel,

I can assure you.

Uh, Lieutenant Singer, isn't it?

Uh, No, sir. Not any more.

She, uh, became physically unable to serve aboard ship, sir.

Well, not another landmine, I hope.

No, nothing like that, sir.

Lieutenant Sims.

- Nice lady. - I've always thought so, sir.

I just wonder how the inspector general

manages without her.

Sir?

Admiral Chegwidden has permanently...

Temporarily assigned her to this office indefinitely.

Is there a problem with that, sir?

Only that it stretches the definition of temporary additional duty.

That will be all.

I'm waiting for manifests from the cargo company.

In days of dummy corporations and credit-card fraud,

we don't consider that reliable evidence.

Uh, the UCMJ gives us slightly more latitude on that subject.

Tell me, uh, what do you know about this Lieutenant Hien that we don't?

The prelim background check came back clean.

The guy is a Boy Scout.

Did meet his wife at a mail-order service, though.

Sunshine Brides. Right here in Baltimore.

You'd think a Marine pilot would be fighting them off.

You want to run me off a copy of your file on the Hiens?

You'll have it tomorrow.

So how long before you, uh, wrap up shop here?

Well, there's no end in sight, unfortunately.

We can't get a handle on who's responsible for this mess

and how they're covering their tracks.

But don't get me wrong. I'm not anti-immigration.

I'm anti-illegal immigration.

That makes two of us.

My grandparents got out of Poland one step ahead of the SS.

Thank God they had someplace to go.

What's your deal? People come over on the Mayflower?

Well, about a year prior to that, actually.

Jamestown Colony. They were indentured servants.

My mother's side came later during the height of slavery.

Suffice it to say,

under conditions even worse than that packing crate over there.

Well, you probably got the same speech I did.

American first, minority second.

I didn't need that lesson.

My face tells the story of who my forefathers were.

The uniform on my back speaks the level of patriotism I was taught.

I'm trying to find out if that's equally true of Lieutenant Hien.

Cargo company manifests, commander.

Four of the cargo containers pegged as alien transports by the INS

were paid for with Lieutenant Hien's credit card.

He wasn't trying to free anybody. He put them there himself.

Ah, Sturgis. - Harm.

Right on time.

It seems I'm on my way back to Pax River to prove you right.

Lieutenant Hien paid for some of those containers himself.

Luckily, I'm not one to gloat.

Can you tell me who this Commander Lindsey is?

He's left me three messages.

Oh, Commander Theodore Lindsey.

He was Admiral Brovo's aide when I first came here,

then became acting JAG TAD.

He, uh, moved into the SECNAV's administration.

He seems to have wormed his way into the new one under Sheffield.

And now he's out to get us.

Hmm, can't wait to make his acquaintance.

But in the interim,

I have a field assignment for you, Petty Officer Coates.

One for which you are uniquely qualified.

Thank you, sir.

Can I help you?

Investigator Jennifer Coates

of the Immigration and Naturalisation Service.

I'd like to see your records.

This is just a dating service, okay? We find wives for Ionely guys.

It's all legal.

Well, I know lots of Ionely guys. They're INS investigators too.

I can have them here in 15 minutes.

I'm just the hired gun here.

Please don't do that.

Okay. Okay. I'll show you the files in the computer.

But I don't want to go back.

If you cooperate, I'll put in a good word for you.

Thank you. Thank you for that.

In the file called clients.

Please hurry. How do I get online?

It's DSL. You're already connected.

Pretty high-tech for a business that deals in arranged marriage.

This lady, she, uh...

Is your tech-support rep from Zell Computers.

You shouldn't have any more problems with those peripherals.

You ladies have a nice day.

Lieutenant Hien.

You have abused my trust.

I guess I wanted you to be a good guy because I respected your record.

But your recent past has erased all that, lieutenant.

You paid for some of the containers that brought those girls over here.

- I have a good reason, commander. - I don't wanna hear it, lieutenant.

What I do wanna hear is who you work for.

Who runs this organisation?

People with no names and a post-office box.

Commander, you've seen my credit cards.

You've seen the bills. You know how much in debt I am over this.

I have never made a profit. I swear to you.

Then why did you do it?

You remember what I said before about Saigon?

Well, I left something out.

We didn't make it to the rooftop until nearly the end of the evacuation.

There wasn't room for the two us.

My mother had to make the hardest decision of her life.

I never saw her again.

Once we got out over the city,

the master sergeant said to me that I was free.

And I didn't feel free then, and I don't feel free now.

So this is how you're making it up?

Serving other mother's children up as cheap labour?

Commander, what they left behind is worse.

I've been to Vietnam, lieutenant.

No. Not the part where these girls are from, sir.

These girls are orphans and castoffs.

They live in the streets

until they're old enough for the brothels.

They wait on lists for years for a better life, sir.

A life... A life here. In America.

A life like the one you're throwing away, lieutenant?

Colonel, let me carry that. - Oh, I can handle it, commander.

Why are you here?

I know what the SECNAV said, but why you?

Apparently the SECNAV has more faith in me

than some people.

Oh, you mean the admiral. Still sore about not making captain?

No, not at all.

I do find it odd how your career has flourished

despite the taints of scandal:

The, uh, dead husband, the affair with your CO.

How dare you.

I wonder what it is the promotion board sees in you that they don't see in me?

Unless it's a special friend who happens to be an admiral.

I don't like that implication, Lindsey.

No, I don't suppose you do.

Perhaps we could meet later for a drink, colonel,

and work it all out over a beer?

I think we're finished here.

I'm sorry.

You touch me like that again and you will be.

I found out about the Sunshine Brides dating service.

I'm not ashamed of the way I met my husband, commander.

I'm not asking for your shame, Mrs. Hien.

I'm wondering what other services Sunshine Brides might be offering.

Sometimes these bridal services are fronts for immigrant smuggling.

They lure women in with the promise of husbands

only to place them into backbreaking work.

How long ago did you leave Vietnam, Mrs. Hien?

Uh, about four years.

Gauging from your proficiency in English,

I'm inclined to think you spent that four years in the U.S.

But you didn't apply for your green card

until just last year, after you were married.

What have you been doing for the past four years, Mrs. Hien?

I can tell by your hand, Mrs. Hien,

that you've done some hard work in your life.

Maybe in a sweatshop?

If you're a victim of this people-smuggling ring, Mrs. Hien,

we can help you.

You can't help me.

But you can help my husband.

Do you love your husband, Mrs. Hien?

Or are you just grateful for him saving you?

In the beginning it was gratitude.

I met this man, American and Vietnamese.

A real live Marine hero,

like the one who take my mother out of Saigon after the fall.

It wasn't hard, after that, to fall in love with this man.

Without him,

I have nothing.

I am nothing.

Uh, tell them to have a seat.

Uh, you can tell them that I'm ready to make an offer for their testimony.

Hope for the future made to order, courtesy of the INS.

It's translated in Vietnamese on the back.

They are illiterate.

Well, ask her if she'll trust us to tell her what's on the page.

You look at me. Why?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You remind me of someone I used to know.

Uh, tell them that they have been recategorised

as refugee minors.

Though, if they cooperate and answer my questions,

it will more than likely have a positive bearing on their case.

They are willing to talk now.

Uh, ask them who met them at the cargo dock when they arrived?

Was it a man in a uniform?

Was it a woman? Uh, a Vietnamese woman?

This woman?

Yes.

Job in America.

Petty Officer Second Class Jennifer Coates.

You served aboard the Seahawk

after the nasty near court-martial for going UA from the Gainsville.

I've had a change of heart since then, sir.

You were legalman for Lieutenant Roberts

and then Lieutenant Singer.

Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie

also spent time on the vessel.

Yes, sir. When Lieutenant Roberts was wounded

and when Lieutenant Singer was investigated

for refusing to name the father of her child.

I wasn't aware Lieutenant Singer had a child.

She will any day now, sir. She's on a five-month maternity leave.

Five months? We're short-handed now as it is.

Uh, please. Extend my congratulations to the lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Now, after Lieutenant Roberts' injury,

personnel regs allow for an equivalent replacement

to step in as acting carrier JAG.

Yet, not one, but two O-5 lawyers remained on that vessel.

That's a lot of seniority to send in to pinch-hit for a lieutenant.

If you say so, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Howdy, stranger.

I was waiting for you to show up.

The case of the infamous Lieutenant Hien.

So, what's the rumour mill saying?

That you're chasing your father again.

You know, this isn't really about my father,

no matter what people are saying.

When I was 16, I went to Vietnam.

I had heard about this retired colonel. His name was Striker.

He was a gravedigger, a bone collector.

He would, uh, go into the jungles of Vietnam and Laos

and look for military crash sites.

He lived with a woman he'd rescued out of Saigon in '75.

She had two daughters.

This about a girl, Harm?

Yeah, her name was Gym. She was 14.

I shouldn't have taken her into the jungle with me and...

I mean, it was my dream to get my father back. I...

She was killed by Laotian border guards.

And those girls the lieutenant tried to save from the sweatshop

remind you of her?

I guess the lieutenant's efforts to save those girls

remind me of what I wish I could have done for Gym.

You can't turn back the clock, Harm, for the lieutenant or for yourself.

Agent Roizman. Commander.

Thank you for your help with the INS petition.

I wouldn't have been able to talk to the girls without it.

Well, that almost makes me wish I wasn't here to rain on your parade.

The INS finished processing the warehouse scene.

They, uh, found something you should see.

Last time I checked, it wasn't a crime to possess $5,000.

Then why did Lieutenant Hien hide it when he heard us coming?

And the lieutenant's fingerprints were on the envelope this was found in.

There is nothing altruistic about Lieutenant Hien's involvement in this.

He was getting his cut of the profits.

This new evidence against Lieutenant Hien

is sufficient cause to recommend a court-martial

to the convening authority.

And you've laid to rest any suspicions of Mrs. Hien?

Lack of evidence, sir.

If they are in it together, we can't prove it.

The INS will unravel it eventually,

and she'll get hers in the civilian courts if she's got it coming.

Hmm, sounds like we're going to an Article 32.

Turner will prosecute. I'll assume you'll want to defend.

Aye, sir.

Admiral, I would like to continue the investigation.

It doesn't smell right to me.

If this guy is getting paid on a regular basis,

where's the money? He's up to his eyeballs in debt.

Commander, will you excuse us?

Aye, sir.

Are those ghosts still bothering you?

How do you do it, sir? You were in Vietnam.

You've managed to put it out of your mind and, uh...

Have I?

Commander, that war cast some long shadows.

Proceed with your investigation.

I reserve the right to tell you when it's over.

Aye, aye, sir. And thank you.

Commander,

I finally found something in those files I e-mailed from the dating service.

The lieutenant's wife owes them a lot of money.

- For what? - I wish I knew, sir.

Commander Lindsey.

Sturgis Turner.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

I'm sure you've heard a lot about me.

Hmm, only what a capable investigator you are.

Thank you.

Uh, commander, you joined this office recently.

What were your impressions?

To be honest, commander, I could not believe what I was seeing.

Commander Rabb dumping aircraft?

Colonel MacKenzie rerouting an entire sea rescue on a hunch.

It's outrageous.

Rabb and Roberts flying to Australia at the drop of a hat.

Uh, excuse me, do you mind if I record this?

Oh, I wish you would.

As you were saying?

I was saying this group of people

has one of the most unorthodox interpersonal dynamics

of any I've ever worked in,

which can be the only explanation for its exemplary track record.

You like working here?

I trust you're going to add that to your report.

Don't worry, commander. Your voice will be heard.

Hello.

- Hello. - Uh, my partner was in here

the other day.

You gave her some computer files.

She say she INS. But you Navy.

It's a joint investigation.

Now, miss, I'm willing to believe

that you do nothing more here than run the office.

Yes. That's true. It's a woman. She own it.

She call herself Danh Tu, Mother.

I don't even know her real name.

Well, this woman who owns the company,

she's going to jail.

So you have a decision to make.

You can choose to cooperate right now,

or you can risk being her cellmate.

But I already gave the file.

You need to give more.

For instance,

I wanna know why a woman who met her husband through here

could wind up owing the company $30,000.

The woman from the INS,

she say she can help me stay in this country.

Maybe we can. Maybe.

I notice a little while ago,

some of the women we marry off to the Americans,

they have accounts.

Every once in a while,

a bunch of the debt gets taken off the top.

You know, like they pay.

But none of the money come through here.

We don't even have a domestic bank account.

It is all based in Vietnam.

None of this was in the computer files.

She do not trust computers, Danh Tu.

She keep everything in a ledger she keep locked up in a safe.

Can you get into the safe?

Yes.

This is my card. Take this.

Call me, we'll see what we can do for you.

Take my advice now and leave here.

Got all the files from the dating service printed, sir,

and the reports from the INS.

Nice work, Coates. Do me a favour, would you?

Uh, look in the INS report.

Give me the date of the first cargo container they suspected.

- September 15th. - September 15th.

Mrs. Hien was credited $2,000 by the Sunshine Brides.

The next time they took money off her account

was November 19th.

That's a match, sir.

The suspected cargo container came in that day.

She's working off her debt helping them smuggle in women.

Am I interrupting?

No, commander.

Uh, would you excuse us, petty officer? You can leave the files here.

Aye, aye, sir.

Saving the best for last, commander?

Oh, I won't rehash incidents

like turning your hallowed halls of justice here

into shooting practise.

Or mention the fact that you personally burned through

a quarter-billion dollars of military equipment in your career.

Nine-tenths of that

after you left flight status to become a lawyer.

Well, thank you.

No, I came here to thank you

for delivering the icing on the cake, commander.

You have more than enough

to recommend your Lieutenant Hien for court-martial.

What does any of this have to do with you?

You're squandering the Navy's time by keeping this investigation open.

As per usual, what you want is what you get.

And the admiral thinks I'm not captain material.

So that's what this is about, huh, commander?

The good-child syndrome.

You keep your nose clean. I don't, but I catch all the breaks.

Oh, commander, don't worry.

Your days of catching all the breaks are over.

My report on this place goes to the SECNAV

at 0900 tomorrow.

I'm recommending that you and your friends here at JAG

all be reassigned.

Reassigned?

You've all become far too cliquish.

The interpersonal incest that goes on around here

makes it impossible for the chain of command to function.

It's long overdue, Rabb. You and I both know it.

Mrs. Hien, your account with the Sunshine Brides

has credited money

every time a new shipment of teenage girls comes in.

Now, you've worked in these sweatshops

when you came here four years ago

until you were old enough to get married.

Your husband was charged money to be introduced to you.

What I wanna know

is why you still owe the Sunshine Brides money?

Look, is this secret so important

it's worth sending your husband to prison to protect it?

When I came here, I work in sewing factory.

Same as those girls.

And one day, this lady, uh, she call herself...

- Mother. - Yes.

She take picture of me, and she tell me that I look pretty enough

to marry off to American.

Then she tell me she bring my sister over,

and we can be family again.

My parents are dead, and my sister is only 13.

She have no one.

To file paper to try to get her transferred legally takes years.

And I just feel that if I take too long that she will die too.

So you had your husband pay for shipping containers?

She have us do it that way so that it won't trace back to her.

But she say it's not enough.

And she bring my sister over, but she keep from us.

Every time she makes us pay for another container,

she lower ransom I must work off.

Where did the $5,000 they found in the warehouse come from?

It was all that we have.

Bao tried to go to the warehouse

to make her offer to try to get my sister.

Your sister was there?

Agent Roizman. Hey, commander.

I thought the Navy had closed the book on the Hien case.

Uh, just about, but not quite.

I have some additional information for you.

Hmm, does it come with a price tag?

Well, this time we both get what we want.

There is this woman who calls herself "Mother."

Yeah, we know about Mother. Her real name is Pham Ta.

She's managed to keep the stink of all this off herself, though.

We haven't been able to tie her to any of it.

This is your Holy Grail.

What is it you want from me?

INS.

- What is this? - Pham Ta, you're under arrest.

Get her out of here.

Are you Nam Ha?

You Nam Ha?

No, it's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I've been under increasing pressure

to recommend that you go straight to court-martial.

Yes, sir.

You should have told me why you did it.

You should have told me about your wife's little sister.

I knew if I had gone to the police,

the INS would have found Nam Ha and sent her back to Hanoi.

It might interest you to know, lieutenant,

the INS has arrested the woman who owns the Sunshine Brides.

She's admitted she blackmailed you into doing what you did.

And I have a deal for you if you choose to accept it.

You take non-judicial punishment,

a letter of reprimand, and a pay cut,

and you can go back to active duty flying helicopters.

Yes, sir.

The civil authorities have also agreed not to press charges against your wife.

She has a little sister to raise.

- Is that...? Nam Ha.

The INS is willing to overlook the way she came into the country.

She's eligible to stay.

I don't know what to say.

Well, I'm sure you'll think of something.