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This one thought your
equipment locker was a drugstore.

Doxycycline.

Who are you?

I think I can answer that one.

Petty Officer Allison La Porte.

Navy corpsman.

MIA since February 20,

1991.

I never liked that photo.

Lieutenant, how's your
memory of the Gulf War?

Foggy, sir, uh, given
all that's happened

in the region since.

You recall a
missing Petty Officer

by the name of,
uh, Allison La Porte?

No, sir.

Fell out of a medevac
helo over southern Iraq.

Was 22 at the time.

A hot LZ, couldn't
find her until yesterday,

when she was caught
attempting to steal antibiotics

from a corpsman in the
village of, uh, Al-Muntassir.

That's remarkable, sir.

Did she explain how
she was able to survive

for 12 years? As a Bedouin.

Joined the nomadic
tribe and married its sheik.

Willingly, sir?

Well, that's for
you to find out.

I'm authorizing a
JAGMAN investigation

to Camp Babylon
in southern Iraq.

You're sending me, sir?

You got a problem with that?

Uh, no, sir, I...

It's just that I'm
used to senior staff

riding point on international
investigations, sir.

Have-have you
noticed much senior staff

in your recent travels
around the office, Lieutenant?

Commander Turner, sir...

and isn't Colonel
MacKenzie expected back?

Turner's plate's full.

Mac needs time to catch up.

What's Commander
Rabb's status, sir?

Are you up for this, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir. What the hell's

the problem?

No problem, sir. Good,

'cause I'm giving you one.

Petty Officer La Porte's father

is Rear Admiral
Richard La Porte,

Deputy Director of
Naval Intelligence.

Thanks.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Would have been nicer if
you'd met us at the airport, but...

Hey, sir, ma'am!

Welcome back.

What happened down there,
sir? The rumors were intense.

Oh, it's classified,
Lieutenant...

At least until we show
up the movie rights.

So, what's the occasion?

It is Tiner's last day.

He's checking out.

Say it isn't so, Tiner.

I was accepted at Officer
Candidate School, sir.

Oh, will you be coming back?

Naval Justice School
directly after, ma'am.

We'll miss you, Tiner.

Thank you, ma'am. Mm.

Well, congratulations.
Thank you, Commander.

Who's your replacement?

I am, sir. The admiral's
appointed Coates

his new admin assistant, sir.

Whew. How long have
we been gone, anyway?

You know, the Earth
doesn't stop spinning

just because
you've left the room.

That's not what he tells me.

Good to see you back.

MacKENZIE: Likewise, Lieutenant.

Uh, although now I'm leaving.

You are?

The admiral has
assigned me unassisted

on a JAGMAN investigation

in Iraq. HARM:
Good for you, Bud.

MacKENZIE: Yeah, way to go, Bud.

Good luck, Lieutenant.

So, Commander...

what's the deal with
your military status?

Well, that'll be up to
the admiral to decide.

Enter.

Mac, you all right?

Yes, sir.

Good. Glad to have you back.

Permission to
return to my duties?

Granted.

May I be granted the same, sir?

Rabb, you, uh, you
resigned your commission.

Well, I submitted
the paperwork...

And I shot it up

through the chain of command
to the CNP the next morning.

You've been a, um,
civilian for the last...

72 hours.

What, you thought I
was going to sit on it?

That's what you
did when I left, sir.

Admiral...

I'm not your Admiral; I'm your
former Commanding Officer.

Sir, he saved my life.

Well, put him on your payroll.

Mac...

I am glad to see you,

but I am equally fed up

with this man's
lack of dependability.

You know, Rabb...

you're not a team player.

You never consider
the big picture,

and you are completely...

controlled by your emotions.

Can't argue with that, sir.

Good.

So you need to go find something

that allows you
that independence.

Drive a cab, wrestle alligators.

Hell, I don't know.

He's been like this
for years, Admiral.

Why now? Because the admiral

has finally accepted the fact
that I'm unchangeable, Mac...

as you have.

I have, uh... a few
things left to gather, sir.

I'll be out within the hour.

That'll be all, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Admiral.

I'm all checked out,
sir, so I was hoping,

if it's all right with you...
No, no, no, no, Tiner.

You're not securing early.

Yes, sir.

You're going to have a seat.

Sit.

Yes, sir.

And I'm going to talk to you

about your future in the navy,

and tell you why you're going
to make a damn better lawyer

than a yeoman.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Tiner.

Sir?

For when you make commander.

Hope it'll bring you
a little better luck

than it brought me, huh?

Halt!

Proceed.

Settled in, Coates?

Just about, sir.

Well, don't feel you have
to stay around for me.

Leave when you want.

I should probably
eat something, sir.

By all means.

Although, sir, I haven't
been all that hungry

since Commander Rabb announced
he won't be returning to JAG.

The commander's the
one most responsible

for turning me around, sir.

I'm sure you had good
reasons for your actions, sir,

but I'm wondering if it
wasn't counterproductive,

given what he's
contributed to this office.

Unsolicited
opinions are not part

of the job description,
Petty Officer.

Understood, sir.

I will from this point
on phrase my support

for the commander
in question form only.

And neither is insubordination.

Yes, sir. I apologize.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Tiner.

I'm not Tiner, sir.

No, you're not.

Half the tribe
contracted leptospirosis

from drinking
contaminated water.

As a former corpsman, I
knew how to help them.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you
ask for assistance

instead of trying
to steal the meds?

Distrust.

We reject the modern world.

It's never served us.

Since the black days,

some Bedouins have taken
to living close to the cities.

They even rent trucks
to transport their animals.

Not our tribe.

Our roots go back too far.

What are the black days?

Ten years ago, Saddam
began a wave of oppression

against the Bedouin.

First, he banned us from
wandering into Kuwait,

which cut us off
from our relatives.

Then he conscripted our
teenage sons into the army,

and those who deserted
were caught and executed.

The worst, though, was
when he diverted the rivers

to keep water from
resistance forces in the south.

Water is our source of life.

So, how did you come
to live with the tribe?

I had been stuck in a
ravine for three days,

watching the rescue
helos pass overhead.

The Al-Hadi tribe found me,

pulled me out, brought
me back to their camp.

Now, I knew my
pelvis was fractured,

but I did not speak Arabic,

so I could not tell
them what was wrong.

It took me months to heal.

During that time, the
son of the tribe's sheik

took an interest in me.

I liked his name...
Jamal Bin Fahad.

We communicated solely
by playing shesh-besh...

Backgammon...

Which he had never
done with a woman before.

It's a good way to
learn about someone.

By the end of that year, I
had fallen in love with him.

I embraced the Muslim faith,
and I took the name "Hiba,"

which means gift.

We married...

but were never able
to have children...

probably because of my injury.

Two years ago,
my husband's father

passed the leadership
of the tribe on to him.

I am now a sheik's wife.

So... you see
yourself as a Bedouin?

Correct.

Can I assume that's why

you're not using
military courtesy

in my presence?

Do you feel
disrespected, Lieutenant?

Let's move on.

Why did you choose
to stay with them?

Because they are good-hearted,
nonjudgmental people.

Well... but you didn't try,

at any point, to
contact Coalition Forces

to let them know

that you were alive?

No. The sanctions
began soon after.

I never saw another Western face

until the invasion in April.

What, you didn't
wander into any villages

or cities in your travels

where you could've sent a letter

explaining to your family?

My family lives in Iraq.

I'm an analyst by nature,

used to sorting
out complex events,

but A.J., this one's
got me spinning.

I was in Planning and
Operations when she disappeared,

made three trips to Kuwait,

marshaled whatever
resources were at my disposal.

We, uh... we just
couldn't find her.

Does she have an issue with me?

To be honest, sir,

your name didn't come up.

I asked you here because
the convening authority

has reached a decision
based on Lieutenant's findings.

He's authorized
an Article 32, sir.

The charge is Desertion.

We're transporting her here

to Washington, and I've assigned
the lieutenant to prosecute.

Well, I appreciate
the briefing, Admiral.

Well, I promise you this:

I'll do everything I can
to ensure a fair process.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can lock her up right now.

Hi.

Ah, you didn't tell me

you were bringing him with you.

Just pretend that I'm not here.

I'll play with the bed.

Gee, I wonder if he folds.

Not when being tortured.

Did I ever thank you for that?

Not in the way I prefer.

So we, uh...

spoke to your neurologist.

He says you have nerve damage.

Yes, so they tell me.

Did he also tell you it
would go away in time?

In time for what?

Will you stop asking
them to release you?

They need to see

some improvement in
your motor skills first.

So have you reported back yet?

Already been assigned the
defense in a Desertion case.

Rabb's?

Funny.

Petty Officer, MIA
since the Gulf War.

Right. Allison La Porte.

So what about you?

Did you have to
beg your way back in,

or did the Admiral
just pin another medal

to your chest?

I'm out.

Wow.

Um, so...

do you need anything?

Um...

yeah...

What I need...

MacKENZIE: Well, the good news

at least in terms of the charge

is that the UCMJ is on our side.

"The accused's intent to
remain away permanently,

"not the time spent UA,

"is the key factor
in determining

whether a service member
is guilty of an Article 85."

If hearing goes
to court-martial,

and you're convicted,

the length of your absence
may be a determining factor

in the extent of your penalty.

You lost me at UCMJ.

I'm sorry, Petty Officer.

It's been 12 years
for you, hasn't it?

Do you recall any of
your military training?

Very little.

And I would prefer that you
address me as Hiba Al-Hadi.

At the time you
fell out of that helo,

you were 19 months
into a four-year enlistment.

According to
military criminal law,

you are still under
the navy's jurisdiction,

which means Petty
Officer La Porte

is your official
designation. Fine.

If it can make this process
go faster. As your attorney,

I would advise against
allying too closely with the tribe.

But they're my people.

The point we have to make is
that they became your people

as a consequence of survival,

and that you had
no other choice.

What happens if we succeed?

I can make an
argument for discharge.

All right.

To that end, I expect you

to treat officers with
full military courtesy.

You can exclude me.

And if I don't?

You will lose.

As you were.

My God, your skin.

Your hair.

Why did you want me to
think that you were dead?

Ask a better question.

I don't understand
you. What do you mean?

You are assuming something

that's untrue. Are
you making this

my problem? Admiral,

Lieutenant Colonel
MacKenzie, I'll be representing

Petty Officer La Porte
during her Article 32.

MacKenzie.

Are her actions defensible?

Sir, could I ask
you to step outside?

MacKENZIE: Please.

Sir, there's a
better time for this.

Colonel...

what do you know about
my daughter's character?

We've only been talking
for ten minutes, sir.

She is naive.

In spite of an Ivy
League education,

she still believes that love

is an antidote
to world conflict.

I was hoping that the
navy would wise her up,

but I couldn't convince
her to become an officer.

She wanted to be closer

to "the little guy."

I'm sorry, sir. Your point?

This is all a reaction
to my wife's leaving

when Allison was
three years old.

She considers
herself a nurturer.

She goes wherever
she thinks she's needed.

An indigent,

nomadic tribe would
be a draw for her.

Admiral, are you arguing
your daughter's guilt?

I'm offering you
some insight, Colonel.

Do you plan on
providing this insight

to the prosecution, sir?

Already have.

Am I to assume that you
have no interest in her welfare?

Colonel, you are to assume

that I have an interest

in her bearing
responsibility for her actions.

Commander Ferrante,
what was your assignment

during the Gulf War?

I was the flight surgeon

for Marine Medium
Helicopter Squadron 169.

We were stationed at Prince
Sultan Air Base in Saudi Arabia.

And did Petty Officer La Porte

serve in that squadron, ma'am?

She was assigned to our
search-and-rescue crew.

Was there anything about

Petty Officer's La Porte's
professional behavior

that gave you cause for concern?

Petty Officer La
Porte, with the help

of the base chaplain, began
treating Arabs in Riyadh

while on liberty.

Was there anything
wrong with that, ma'am?

When the conflict began,

we found ourselves
short on supplies.

So, Petty Officer La Porte
was aiding the Arab community

at the expense of
her Unit members.

Objection. Leading and
calls for a conclusion.

Can the witness
verify the connection

between these two events?

Not for sure, Your Honor,

but the Petty Officer was
reducing the inventory.

Did the Petty Officer explain
why she was doing so, ma'am?

She claimed to have an affinity

for Arab peoples and felt
compelled to help them.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Commander, three questions.

Given that you were
suspicious of misappropriation,

did you take action to stop it?

No, although I might have
if the war had lasted longer.

Did you oppose the idea of
aiding the Arab community?

Not on general terms, no.

Was that because
we were in the region

precisely because of our concern

for the welfare of Arab peoples?

That was the stated agenda. Yes.

Thank you.

Commander Ralston,

were you, as a
navy psychiatrist,

asked to evaluate
Petty Officer La Porte?

Yes.

Was she cooperative, sir?

She revealed what
had happened to her,

was forthcoming
about her past, yes.

Could you please tell us
what she related to you, sir?

She indicated a lonely
childhood, a sense

of abandonment,
and a resulting need

to help others.

Is that why she
joined the navy, sir?

No, she joined at the
insistence of her father.

Was she happy, sir?

Only when attending to the needs

of the local populace.

Otherwise, she
regretted the decision.

Thank you. That will be all.

Commander, did Petty
Officer La Porte tell you

she was planning
on leaving the navy

prior to her disappearance?

She did not.

Did she explain how the
Al-Hadi Bedouins treated her?

She said they attended to
her needs, made her a part

of their world.

Would you disagree
with the notion

that she came to live with them

more as a process
of social evolution

rather than an attempt to shirk

her service obligations?

No, but her
priorities did shift.

Yeah, but wouldn't that
be considered healthy,

given that she no
longer had access

to the Western world

and needed, for
reasons of survival,

to accept her circumstances?

Yes.

Yes, I believe that's accurate.

No more questions.

I've been welcomed
back to my old post

at headquarters.

They even dusted off my desk.

Are they going to let
you mount the heads

of the men you killed over it?

I don't exactly remember
you sporting a carnation

from the muzzle of your weapon,

and would it be too much to ask

for an unsullied reaction
to my good news?

I'm proud of you for doing
so well by the agency,

but it only serves to
remind me who you are.

As if that changes anything.

It does now that we're closer.

What if I just
don't talk about it?

You don't talk about
it. You're a spook.

All right. What if I promise

never to lie to you?

Ah, now, how would I
know that you're not lying?

Trust?

Back to my original point.

You need an
example. You got one?

I do.

I kept this from you
on your previous visit,

but Allison La
Porte's Bedouin tribe

has been gathering
tactical information

on the Allied presence in Iraq

since last April.

They were spying for Saddam?

Part of the intel on Sadik.

Prove it.

Classified. Convenient.

But I was the original
classifying authority,

and I have the
right to declassify it

if I so choose.

Consider it done.

I'll arrange to have
a copy of the file

delivered to your office.

I appreciate this, Clay.

You may retract that

when I tell you who else
has access to this information.

The deputy director
of Naval Intelligence...

your client's father.

MacKENZIE: I believe I know why

you supported the charge
of Desertion, Admiral.

I assumed you were
forsaking your daughter,

but I now think that
you were actually

trying to keep her around.

An acquittal would likely mean

she would be allowed
to return to Iraq.

A conviction would mean
confinement to Charleston.

She would be
close enough to visit,

and you could work
on winning her back.

Call it the irrational behavior
of a, uh, concerned father.

Actually, sir, I prefer to
call it a very rational attempt

to save your daughter
from the death penalty.

Admiral, do you
have access to reports

that your daughter's
Bedouin tribe

was recently spying for Saddam?

What's the source of
your information, Colonel?

Don't you even pretend to do

a national security
dance with me.

The information's
been declassified, sir,

but I promise you it will
go no further than this room.

You bet it won't.

Otherwise, you can kiss your
marine-green ass good-bye.

Threats will do very little
to help your daughter, sir.

I assume from your
death penalty comment,

you realize that linking
her to this "activity"

could result in a
charge of treason.

That's why we're talking.

She is not involved.

I need confirmation, Admiral.

I told you, it's
not in her nature.

She's apolitical.

She's driven solely by altruism,

by humanitarian concerns.

You're asking me
to trust your intuition?

Trust her history, Colonel.

When she was a teenager,
she brought home strays.

She volunteered for
homeless organizations.

She worked in the
ghetto for seven months,

mugged twice, almost raped.

She is completely guileless.

You're saying your daughter

wasn't aware of
her tribe's activities?

I don't believe she knew
anything about them.

Well, how do I prove that?

And why would
you have to prove it?

You're not obligated
to reveal any of this

to the prosecution.

I am aware of that, sir.

Then what's the problem?

I won't know until I
speak with your daughter.

You wanted to see me, Admiral?

How are you handling
your caseload?

It's a bit of a juggling
act, but I'm on top of it, sir.

I would like to see
progress reports.

Have them on my desk by Friday.

You consider that
necessary, sir?

Yes.

Well, I'm just surprised.

This is the first time
you've ever asked me

to account for my
efforts in this way.

Well, don't take it personally.

I'm just getting more involved.

Would the ineffective
counsel appeal

have anything to do
with your involvement, sir?

Well, I've received some calls.

I see.

Just a few brush fires.

I'll take care of it.

Yes, sir.

And I'd like for you to take
Commander Rabb's office.

Well, I'm happy where I am, sir.

Commander, you're in
a former storage closet.

Well, considering that Harm
is one of my closest friends...

Commander, take the damn office!

Yes, sir.

Dismissed!

Aye, aye, sir.

And put up pictures!

Lots of them!

Commander, uh, I
have been avoiding this

because I've truly
felt bad about this,

but I am so very sorry
about the appeal argument.

You deserved better from me.

Yes, I did, Lieutenant.

I have great respect
for you as an attorney,

and I hope that we
can get through this, sir.

Time heals all, Bud.

Well, I believe
that to be true, sir.

So, please stop following me

and allow me the
time to work it out.

Sorry.

PETTY OFFICER LA
PORTE: No, this is not true!

Saddam's government
caused us nothing but misery.

Why would we help them?

As a way of getting
them to back off?

It wouldn't have worked.
They were too treacherous.

CIA reports have your
husband and others

in negotiations with
top-ranking officials.

Yes, they were complaining
about the scarcity of water

in the southern regions.

It's a big problem for us.

We had to sell off
two thirds of our herd.

Sounds like a
point of negotiation.

They refused to listen.

Afterwards, your
tribe's movements

coincided with
that of US troops.

We were following the water.

That's not how it looked
to intelligence officers.

Would these be the
same intelligence officers

who told the air force
where to bomb Saddam?

I'll grant you the point,

but in order to
effectively defend you,

I have to feel comfortable
with your story.

Why don't you?

Evidence would help.

You are looking at the evidence.

My tribe never spied for Saddam.

On my word.

Excuse me, Colonel?

Bud says you have motions
and witness lists for him?

Follow me. I have a personal
question. Yes, ma'am.

What's with Bud's teeth?

Oh, it's braces, ma'am.

His bite was thrown off
when his jaw was broken.

He's been avoiding it for years.

Finally, I just put my
foot down with him.

Well, how long does he have
to wear them? About a year.

Well, he seems to
be handling it well.

He's good at that
sort of thing, ma'am.

Thank you.

Bud.

Hey, honey. Hi.

From the Defense. Ah, for you.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

Yeah?

Thank you for the
material, ma'am.

Oh, you're welcome.

I am curious, though.

Why are you allowing me to
see these intelligence reports?

I gave you those?

They were at the
bottom of the pile, ma'am.

I-I must have picked
them all up together.

D-Did you read them?

Yes.

You're not supposed to.

I understand, Colonel,

but these directly
impact the case.

Are you going to use it?

If you were in my position,
what would you do, ma'am?

It's open!

Hey.

Don't you usually work late?

Don't you?

Well, you'd better talk
to the Admiral about that.

No, that's suicide.

He's heavy on
your case, brother.

Yeah, for rescuing Mac.

For resigning your commission.

Well, I had to. He wouldn't
let me go any other way.

I think he took it as
a slap in the face.

He was offended that
your respect for his authority

had a ceiling.

It's a new day at JAG, Harm.

He's bolting his
cannons to the deck.

Well, he tossed
this one overboard.

It puts Bud next in line
for senior responsibilities.

Oh.

At least somebody
benefited from my misfortune.

He's not ready.

You can't be objective, Sturgis.

You're still angry he
smudged your reputation.

It's just proof that
he's not ready.

He had a confidence problem.

He's okay now.

I'd like to consider myself
a forgiving Christian,

but I'm having
problems with this one.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I forgive you for
having a job I still want.

Hello?

You're talking to him.

No, Friday morning's a little...

All right, I-I'll be there.

A job offer?

CIA.

Deputy Director wants to see me.

What did you do?

You have something to put
on the record, Lieutenant?

Yes, Your Honor.

Based on new evidence,

the convening
authority has added

to the charge of Desertion,
Article 104, Aiding the Enemy.

Is the defense ready to proceed
based on the additional charge?

No, Your Honor.

We need time to prepare

and request a
reasonable continuance.

The Government's position?

No objection, Your Honor.

48 hours, Colonel.

This is a deliberate

and malicious
leak of information.

Well, why would
the Colonel do that?

It's prejudicial against
your own client.

Because she believes
Allison is guilty of the charge.

Are you suggesting

that she was aiding the
prosecution on purpose?

Well, not to put too fine
a point on it, Admiral,

yes, exactly what
I'm saying, yes.

It was a mistake, Admiral.

The material was
accidentally included

in a pile of motions
and witness lists.

Oh, well, that really
calms the waters,

doesn't it, Colonel?

Instead of being motivated

by the courage of your
convictions, you were

just being sloppy and stupid.

Do you know what really
frosts me, is the fact that

she even had access
to that information.

The Colonel had a source.

Admiral, is it your

unwavering intention to
defend this incompetent

officer? Admiral, is it yours

to storm around and yell?

Because I can damn
sure think of better ways

to spend this time.

Look,

the charge, in my
opinion, is a stretch.

The Government
has to prove, one...

That your daughter's tribesmen
were gathering intelligence

for Saddam's regime.

And two... not only
did she know about it,

but she was aiding them.

And the hearing
officer will assume...

Nothing.

The burden of proof is on
the government's shoulders.

Well, they've asked me to
share that burden, Admiral.

When Lieutenant Roberts
visited me, apologized,

I said, "What did
you apologize for?"

He informed me
it was his intention

to call me in to testify...

against my own daughter!

It was a mistake, sir.

Oh, you're damn right it was.

A total...

Sir, I realize that
you are required

to initiate a
preliminary inquiry...

What the hell is
going on around here?

Sir?

Rabb dives off the deep
end; you do something

completely out of character;

Turner sleepwalks
through a defense.

Is it me? Have I lost
my grip on this office?

No, sir. We all respect
your leadership.

I'm not buying it. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

You know, Colonel...

sometimes our mistakes
reflect the true nature

of our feelings.

Admiral, is it correct

that as Deputy Director
of Naval Intelligence,

you were fully briefed
in April of this year,

on the Al-Hadi
Bedouins and the nature

of their activities?

Yes.

Would you please
specify for the court?

They were spying
on a US military unit

deployed in the field.

And how was this
conclusion reached, sir?

Meetings between
tribal representatives

and the Al-Amn Al-Khas

the Special Security Service,

had been occurring
since before the invasion.

However, because
our surveillance was

from a nearby rooftop,
positive identification

of these tribesmen
was not possible.

Sir, please confine your
answers to the questions asked.

Sure, Lieutenant.

Ask me another one.

How were you able to connect
these meetings to intelligence

activities, Admiral?

Once the invasion
began, the Al-Hadi located

and followed the
unit in question.

Were they charting
their movements, sir?

They were also listening in.

Over secured channels,
sir? That is correct.

At the time, they
were in possession

of sophisticated,
Syrian-made electronics.

And your daughter was a member

of the tribe at this
time, was she not, sir?

Yes, she was.

Given that they
had this equipment,

do you believe it possible
for her not to know

what it was being used for, sir?

Objection. Calls
for a conclusion.

Sustained. I'll
rephrase, Your Honor.

Admiral, once you found out

that your daughter was
a member of the tribe,

weren't you at least suspicious
that she might be involved?

No.

Not even remotely?

Not even remotely.

Allison is not interested
in such activities.

You haven't seen your
daughter for 12 years, sir.

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

Move on, Lieutenant.

Admiral,

what language were these
transmissions received in?

I'm sorry?

US military personnel
communicate in English,

do they not, sir?

Of course.

And isn't it true, sir,

that your daughter was
the only member of her tribe

that spoke English?

That is my understanding.

So other than
your daughter, sir,

who else could have
been listening in?

Objection.

The Admiral is qualified

to answer the question, Colonel.

Overruled.

It never occurred to me.

I find that odd, Admiral,

given your position as
an intelligence analyst.

Yeah.

I can understand your
confusion, Lieutenant.

I'm embarrassed to admit it.

It never occurred to me.

Please.

So how many people
did you kill in Paraguay?

I couldn't say, sir.

From what I hear,
it was quite a few.

In fact,

you and Colonel Mackenzie
seemed to have left

with something of a reputation,

not unlike that of the
Lone Ranger and Tonto,

only taller.

I don't kill indiscriminately,
Mr. Kershaw.

Oh, good,

because that's what I've come
to expect from most citizens.

Sir, when I came to you
and told you I'd left the navy,

you directed me to Edward Hardy.

I assumed that meant it was
okay to go after Colonel MacKenzie.

Yes, I didn't say it was
okay to steal farmers' planes.

I didn't tell you to
give up your passport

and force us to
sneak you out of there.

Sir, if you feel I operated
outside of the boundaries...

No, Rabb.

I feel you operated with
no sense of the boundaries.

I'll admit there may have
been a little improvisation.

Robin Williams can
admit improvisation.

You were playing cowboy.

However, what's done is done.

Now, let's see what
I plan to do about it.

Come work for us.

What?

You need some training.

I want you to get
some self-discipline.

But I think that in time,

you could make an
outstanding CIA officer.

What, suddenly you trust me?

I know what I need to know.

Sir, you know me
as unpredictable

and uncontrollable.

What makes you
think I can pull this off?

I mean, don't you
put your agents

through some kind
of character testing?

I've already done that.

Come in, Catherine.

Say hello to your sponsor.

Why did you do this?

We needed the water.

Our lives as Bedouin
would have been over

if we hadn't made the deal.

We would have been
forced to settle near the cities

and give up what identified us.

What was the deal?

In exchange for information,

they agreed to reopen
a closed tributary,

replenishing a portion
of former marshland

in the southeast.

Were you compelled by
anyone in your tribe to comply?

I was the one who
brokered it, Colonel.

I apologize for the lie,
but not for the intent.

So, you operated
the electronics?

Yes.

Did Saddam supply the water?

He did.

The irony is, it was
dammed up for so long

that it had become brackish

and contaminated
with animal matter.

It is what made us sick,

and the reason I tried
to steal those antibiotics.

When did you
learn to be like this?

You think I changed when
I started wearing robes?

You were always capable

of betraying your country?

The alternative would have
been to betray my family.

The colonel informs me
you've been trying to help.

This tells me you can
relate to the instinct.

I completely ruled
out your involvement.

It wasn't even a
possibility in my mind.

My favorite tribal fable

is about a man

who wakes up every
morning in a different place.

Then after years
of trying to adjust

to this difficult challenge,

he gives up and dies.

In heaven, he asks God,

"Why did you curse
me with such a fate?"

And God tells him

that in reality,

he had spent his entire
life in the same location.

That all Allah did

was create the wind

that moved the sand
from one place to another.

I'm no different than
I've always been.

You just never noticed.

If this goes to trial,

and they find you guilty...

you could be executed.

Yes.

Do you miss your husband?

The, uh...

The tribe has been
exiled to, uh, Jordan.

I'll, uh...

I'll track him down and
get in touch with him.

Tell him I'm
looking out for you.

Look, your world
is too fluid for me.

The role-playing, the secrecy.

I'm used to working

in a morally
consistent environment.

Harm,

you gave that up to
chase Colonel MacKenzie

around the Chaco Boreal?

I didn't go to Paraguay
to shoot people.

I went on a mission.

I did what needed to be done

to achieve my objective.

Yeah, and that

is a perfect description

of an agent's field duties.

Sir, I appreciate
your confidence in me.

I'm going to stick
with what I know.

Make the rounds
of the law firms,

maybe knock on the
public defender's door.

Now, if there were
a position open

in your department...

Two attorneys
were just laid off.

Maybe you could use
him in another capacity?

I don't know what that would be,

but I'm open to suggestion.

You tell us.

What else do you do?

For a time,

I balanced the notion

of the accused's intent to
remain away permanently

with that of a forced
social circumstance,

but in light of evidence
that suggests she had

recently engaged in
treasonous activities,

I find no other choice

but to recommend
that both the charge

of Desertion and Aiding
the Enemy be referred

to general court-martial.

This hearing is adjourned.

What would you be flying?

Anything that takes off.

You're really going
to be a CIA pilot?

Works for me.

Do I have to talk to
you at company picnics?

I don't have to
answer to him, do I?

It could happen.

I'm not sure that's worth
the medical benefits.

No, I think it's great.

The two of you are going
to set the agency on fire.

Literally.

Try not to land on the building.

You're a funny guy, Clay.

What can I say, Harm?

Welcome to the brotherhood.

Thanks.