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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.