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The Lechon will be served in 15 minutes.

Don't get too comfortable, General.

We will be tested in the coming days.

My men are up to the task, Felix.

I don't doubt that.

I was once in your shoes.

You abuse my trust. I was just,

uh... True measure

of any man...

is his willingness to bear

the consequences of his actions.

Officer Blaisdell.

I was told you were out here, sir.

Harmon Rabb.

What kind of world is it where you have to go outside

to have a smoke?

A healthier one.

Yeah, so my secretary tells me.

I hear you're bitching to get off probation.

Well, sir, I'm type-rated

in seven different aircraft.

Everything from an F-14 to a Stearman.

Stearman?

Well, I don't have any crops that need dusting.

I read your folder, Rabb.

Well, I'm familiar with a little

of your history, too, sir.

So you know I'm a relic.

Well, I wouldn't say that, sir, but I'd love to hear

about your days in Air America sometime.

Well, sometime I may tell you.

Felix Paraiso.

I'm not familiar with him.

Former Colonel in the Philippine Army.

A self-styled military strong man.

Attempted two coups

against sitting Filipino presidents.

Sounds like he's got a problem

with authority figures.

Yeah, a messiah complex,

but he does have a grassroot following,

mostly within the military.

Two years ago, he got himself elected

to the Philippine House of Representatives.

Two days ago, Paraiso had one of our best agents killed:

Greg Ortega.

Greg was tortured and mutilated before he died.

Locals found him beheaded in a rice paddy.

Took Ortega months

to get inside Paraiso's confidence.

He suspected him of planning something big,

but he never found out what.

Do we know what tipped him to Ortega?

Who knows?

Paraiso used his position of authority

to catch one of our agents with his pants down.

So what's the mission?

Well, Paraiso does most of his business

from the backseat of his car.

We're replacing his town car with a custom job:

bugs, GPS,

ultra-selective chemical sniffer... the works.

Even his plates and keys

are identical to Paraiso's town car.

So I'm the delivery man.

Yup, we booked you a ticket to Guam.

You'll pick up an unmarked C-130 at Anderson Field

and fly to the Philippines and drop the vehicle.

Drop it?

You land,

and you're in violation of about 100 laws. Where,

exactly, am I making this drop? Fazou.

It's a tiny village in the Pampanga region of Luzon.

Who's picking it up on the other end?

Two of our field agents

who'll also handle the car switch in Manila.

What's the downside?

Do you always ask so many questions?

When my life's in danger,

I tend to get a little curious.

Well, there's no downside for you.

However, the place where you're dropping the vehicle

is remote, lawless.

You have

a problem? Uh,

no, no, sir, I just...

I'm finding myself in remote, lawless places

a lot recently.

Uh-uh.

Well...

maybe you're just lucky.

He did it.

Captain Tally made his witch hunt official.

He accused me of plagiarism.

What?

What's he basing it on?

He claims I borrowed ideas from a history book.

Well, you didn't, did you?

Maybe I used ideas, but I didn't copy.

Come on, Mike. You know me better than that.

I know Captain Tally, too. I mean,

he's tough, but he's fair.

Look, Mikey, I didn't do anything

that half the guys here don't do on every report.

Tally's singling me out.

Why?

What reason does he have to be picking on you?

'Cause I stand up for myself.

Captain Tally doesn't like that.

What are you going to do about it?

Face an honor board Monday evening.

Any advice?

Just state your case, Kev.

I mean, make it clear you didn't knowingly cheat.

It was just research.

I don't consider that cheating.

Look, we all read

what's written in the past

to bolster the cases we make

in the papers we're handing in, Mikey.

All of us.

Peer assessment, man.

I need a character witness who knows me well enough

to comment on my honor.

Look, I want to be there,

but this is a big thing to ask.

I mean, do you know what it'll mean for me

if the board decides Tally's right?

Look, I know I'm asking a lot, Mikey,

but I don't know what else to do.

Say you'll be there as a character witness.

I have to go to DC tomorrow for my nephew's christening.

Be back on Sunday.

Give you my answer then.

Commander O'Neil?

Commander Rabb.

How long have you...?

What, been working for the spooks?

Pretty much since you got me cleared

on the harassment charge.

The navy just didn't feel like home to me after that.

So, uh, what made you

jump ship, Commander?

Uh, it's Harm.

Beth.

Guess I pushed my CO's patience

a little too far this time.

You were asked to leave?

No, I left voluntarily.

I, uh, was asked not to return.

It's a long story.

So, where's the rest of the crew?

You're looking at it.

I'm pilot and engineer.

I'm riding shotgun?

Uh-oh.

Blaisdell didn't tell you?

No, he, uh...

failed to mention it. It's all right.

I'll roll with it.

MacKENZIE: Bud, hand me that stack.

Thanks.

You okay?

Uh...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It's just that these are Commander Rabb's files.

They're not sacred writ, Bud.

His cases need to be reviewed, just like everyone else's.

Oh, do you remember this one... The Moritz case?

Sturgis had Harm charged with a rule 502 violation,

had him removed as defense counsel.

That was sweet.

What about this one, ma'am?

The Massuco court-martial.

Remember? He had you on the stand,

he discredited me,

made both of us look like idiots.

That was not so sweet.

Are you missing him?

Uh... no.

No, things are working out pretty well here.

No one's firing automatic weapons in the courtroom.

That was years ago. Yeah, well,

the bullet's still in the ceiling.

And I miss him.

Does the admiral need all of these reviews

by tonight, ma'am?

I don't think so, but it's hard to say

with the mood he's in.

The admiral's lost confidence in his staff.

First Turner...

That's my fault. Then I screwed up.

Well, I think that's why we're reviewing Harm's files,

and he's no longer employed here.

Do you need to leave early?

Mikey is coming up

for the baby's christening. My dad's flying in

from San Diego. I'd like to be at the house

when he gets there. Go ahead.

I'll see you all at the christening.

Thank you, ma'am.

I got a fuel filter bypass light on number four.

Roger, keep an eye on it.

Can't sightsee like this in an F-14, huh?

Do you miss it?

Flying F-14s?

The navy.

Kind of wish my, uh,

career had ended some other way.

How 'bout you? Well, I've found

a way to fly, to serve my country,

that doesn't force me to pretend I'm something I'm not.

I'm living with my girlfriend, and I don't have

to introduce her as my "roommate."

I've got to give you some credit for that.

Talking about this stuff

make you uncomfortable?

Well...

if I say yes, that makes me a Neanderthal.

No, that's not true.

You were the only person in uniform

with whom I'd ever discussed my sexual orientation,

and you cut me a break.

We're, uh, one mile from the drop point.

Good morning, Fazou.

I'm back. Copy?

Copy.

Extraction system armed and ready.

Roger.

Ramp clear.

Ramp open.

Stand by. Five,

four,

three, two,

one, go!

Smooth ride all the way, O'Neil.

Copy that.

Fuel transfer.

Fuel transfer on.

I copy, Rolling Thunder.

I'm putting you on the system.

Where's the party?

We are two clicks out from under the Christmas tree.

Well, you just got an invitation.

You're needed back in gift-wrapping.

Our friends on the ground will not make it to the package.

They met the same fate as Ortega.

There's no time to send out replacements.

You and your copilot are in the bird dog seat.

Look, you'll make the switch in Manila.

You'll enable the special features,

and you'll get yourselves home.

And, uh... enjoy the drive.

I left my Agency-to-English dictionary at home.

Did he just say

the two ground agents got killed?

Affirmative.

And we've been promoted to field agents?

Looks like we're going to have to switch to the town car.

You worried about this?

Worried?

Let's just say...

I should've known something like this

was bound to happen.

Surface winds easterly, ten knots.

How much space do we have?

Not much.

Brakes? Check.

Can you give me any kind of surface read at all?

Rutted, but hard-packed, I hope.

Give me full reverse throttle

on my go.

Go!

Now, that...

was scary.

There it is.

It's hot.

Yeah?

The humidity's good

for your skin.

A friend at the academy is in trouble.

Professor's putting him before an honor board for plagiarism.

Huh, he do it?

Says he didn't.

Never lied to me before.

But he wants me to go before the honor board with him, Bud.

As a character witness.

Peer assessment means as much as grades

at Annapolis.

If I do this, and he's found guilty,

it could affect the rest of my naval career.

Don't do it, Mikey.

You got to take care of number one.

Want to give me a little help here, bro?

Teaching midshipmen to handle problems

is what the academy prides itself on, Mike.

Oh, gee, here comes

one of those tough love moments.

You're going to make Mikey rise to the occasion,

take responsibility for his own actions.

No, I'm betting that he has

the instincts to make the decision on his own, Dad.

Hey, honey, reservations were at, uh, 7:00.

Here comes the little guy.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Jimmy, how you doing? Say hi!

Hey. Did you ever pick out a middle name?

It's Kirk. It's Gaelic. It means, "Circle without end."

James Kirk?

Ix-nay on the ame-nay.

You named your son after Captain Kirk?

Bud, I thought you picked that name

because it was historic and masculine.

All that's still true, sweetie.

Does it really matter

where the name came from?

We'll talk about this later, Bud.

Hey, hey.

Time for a wardrobe change.

You want to steal those poor people's clothes? Well, we can't

work undercover in these flight suits.

Anybody home?

Hello?!

Look, there is nothing

on this line that's going to fit me.

Yeah, it's not a fashion show.

Just grab something. Come on.

Look at you.

And they say a man with a conscience

can't get ahead in this kind of work.

Lose the boots.

Yeah, that'll make the difference.

So have you given any thought

as to how we're going to make this switch?

I just figured we'd check out

the situation and improvise.

Well,

at least we've got a plan.

Well, you got a better suggestion?

Uh...

all right, one of us creates a diversion

while the other makes the switch.

Well, don't look at me.

You're certainly more diverting than I am.

I heard you dumped Rabb.

About time you got rid of that pain in the ass.

Excuse me.

Admiral...

about Bud... why don't you promote him?

Uh, well, it's not my call,

but just so you know,

uh, the lieutenant has the highest fit reps.

Huh. Mm-hmm.

It's the leg, isn't it?

Hell of a way to treat a cripple.

Um...

let me ask you something, Master Chief.

How did you last 20 years in the navy?

I knew how to play the game, Admiral.

You got to fight tooth and nail.

Tooth and nail.

Something my boys still need to learn.

MacKENZIE: Midshipman,

you look like a man

with a lot on his mind.

Bud told me about your dilemma.

Said he and your father

gave you opposing views.

You here to break the tie, ma'am?

Run it by me.

Well...

a friend of mine's been accused of plagiarizing

an essay.

I mean, he didn't copy it word for word.

Just used someone else's idea.

Well, if the professor is interested in originality,

then that's a problem, isn't it?

I don't know what the professor has on his mind, ma'am.

I haven't spoken to him about it.

Which way are you leaning?

What Midshipman Dupree did, Colonel...

I mean, I'm not sure I haven't done that myself.

Sometimes when you're on a deadline

and-and you're tired,

it's easy to get sloppy.

So you're afraid saying no to your friend

would make you a hypocrite.

Yeah, maybe.

You believe his story?

I don't know.

Oh.

That puts you in a tricky situation.

Do you stand up for someone you think might be guilty,

or do nothing while someone

who might be innocent is convicted?

Kevin comes from a poor family, Colonel.

His dad was killed in a navy training exercise.

His mom raised three kids on her own.

He's struggled to get to where he is.

Do I ignore that?

Hard to do.

♪ ♪

Hey, good-looking.

Get lost.

You sure about that?

What is it that you want?

Somebody to keep me company.

Come on. No.

I have to stay by the car.

Come on. I promise I'll make it worth your while.

♪ ♪

Was that good for you?

Not if that's it.

That's it.

Hey, where you going?

Oh, no, no, oh!

No, no.

Uh, excuse me.

Yes, kaibigan.

You are here to report a crime?

You know, this is going to sound funny,

but, uh, my wife told me to pick her up here.

The... pretty American lady?

Yes.

You know your wife is turning tricks

and assaulting chauffeurs?

Sir, there's no way she did it.

The victim has pressed charges.

Well, the victim is confused.

The victim is a man

who works for a member of our house of representatives.

He is a very credible witness.

All right, look, what's the bail?

I'll have money wired here tonight.

Bail will not be set

until your wife has been arraigned.

Four days.

Maybe five.

Five days?

I can't wait five days.

Might do you some good.

You look tense, buddy.

Go to the Quiapo, do some shopping.

Find a marriage counselor.

You know, Sergeant,

what you're doing here is contrary

to Article 36-A of the Vienna Convention

on Consular Relations of 1963.

You are in direct violation

of at least 12 bilateral agreements.

Your woman is charged with attempted murder.

Attempted murder?!

Yes, and you know

what the penalty in my country is

for attempted murder?

You think you'll still want your pretty little wife

after she has spent 15 years

inside a Bilihid prison?

All right, I get it.

What's it going to cost?

What?!

You think that we are some kind of banana republic here,

where every official is for sale?!

You listen to me.

You just go back to your nice, comfortable

tourist hotel and you think about it.

MacKENZIE: Enter.

Quiet, isn't it, ma'am?

Ah, blissfully. I finished that research

you asked me to do on Midshipman Dupree. Great.

I can't find evidence that he's ever been

in trouble before, ma'am.

His navy record is impeccable,

and his marks at the academy are exemplary.

What else, Coates?

Tough childhood.

Had to make the most of his opportunities.

No, that's...

your history, Jennifer.

But I'm not African- American, ma'am.

Minorities make up less than 18%

of the student body at Annapolis.

Coates, are you accusing the Naval Academy of racism?

No, ma'am, I'm suggesting

that this professor may be motivated by race.

Or maybe

Midshipman Dupree

simply succumbed to the pressures of the academy.

That seems out of character, ma'am,

though it can't be easy to shoulder the expectations

of an entire race, or class...

or gender. Now you're trying

to use my history to influence me.

I'd just think, given what you've experienced

as a female marine officer,

you'd want to see

Midshipman Dupree get a fair shot.

Hmm.

Blaisdell,

we've got a situation.

O'Neil was picked up

by State House Security.

The police are playing hardball.

What's she charged with?

Attempted murder.

Paraiso's chauffeur got a little too friendly.

It was self-defense.

Well, surely,

you can persuade this chauffeur

to recant his statement.

Well, I would if I could find him.

Rabb, the man is driving a homing device on wheels.

I know where he is, his mother's maiden name

and what he had for lunch.

MacKENZIE: Sir?

What's on your mind, Mac?

Well, a situation's come to my attention, sir.

It's, um... it's extracurricular.

You going to ask me for a donation?

No, sir, I... I'd hoped

you wouldn't mind if I took the rest of the day off.

Since it's been so quiet. Well...

has been quiet.

Sir, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

I-I'd like to drive to Annapolis

and speak with one of the professors

about an Honor Board hearing.

Why?

It's a friend

of Lieutenant Roberts' brother, sir.

The question stands.

You're right, Admiral. I am sticking my nose in it.

I don't know. You think it's wise?

Probably not.

Do what you need to, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, hi, sir.

Not tonight, ladies.

I'm looking for Petto Santos.

Hey, baby.

Your boss know

where you take his car at night?

Who are you? Easy.

I work for your wife.

Magdalena is going to take the kids

and she's going to leave if you don't start living life

as an honest man.

We could call her.

She might forgive you.

Whatever she's paying you, I'll give you double

to keep this meeting between the two of us.

No deal.

Please...

for my children.

You had a friend of mine arrested.

I get it now.

My wife, she hired that whore to try to kill me.

Well, obviously, there's no permanent damage,

so, what's it going to be?

I'll drop the charges... tomorrow.

You'll drop the charges tonight.

What is it?

MacKENZIE: Captain Tally?

I was, uh,

I was wondering if we could...

Sorry, Colonel.

I'm trying to grade papers and a few of my students

have been known to stop by for a preemptive strike.

Come in. Thank you.

I have to be honest, Captain.

I came here expecting to ask a white professor

if he was singling out an African-American student.

Midshipman Kevin Dupree.

You saw his record, race and all,

and decided he needed you as an advocate.

Is that it? Are you being unduly harsh on him?

Look, when I was a young man, Colonel, there were inequities.

We had to work harder to get the same rewards.

Is Midshipman Dupree working harder?

A lot of minorities are still struggling,

waiting for the legal remedies to give them a chance.

Kevin Dupree is not one of them.

How exactly is he failing?

He's not failing.

He... he cuts corners, he's insubordinate.

The academy isn't exactly in the habit of admitting slackers.

Why is he even here at all?

Heady combination of guilt and optimism brought him here.

People passed him on without undue examination because

he showed great promise.

Huh.

I guess I thought I was aiding the cause of justice.

Occupational hazard for a JAG,

I would imagine.

Something in the way you were questioning me

made me think you were a lawyer.

Guilty as charged.

Thank you for your time, Captain.

Pleasure.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Ma'am, have you spoken

to Captain Tally yet?

Just finished, Coates,

and now I'm really on the fence.

Well, I started thinking about the reports

I was getting from Midshipman Dupree's high school teachers.

I mean, nobody's that perfect, so I dug deeper.

Found his old English teacher, now retired.

Called him at his home in Florida.

It seems that Kevin Dupree has done this before, ma'am.

Well, how come no one ever reported it?

Well, apparently this English teacher did,

but Kevin had already been accepted at the academy,

so they swept the charges under the rug.

I guess the principal wanted a role model

for his other students, so he made the accusation go away.

Well, that's interesting, Coates. Thank you.

Ma'am, I-I'm sorry I got you into this mess.

Jennifer, you tried to help

someone you thought was being unfairly judged.

Don't ever apologize for that.

Rabb.

Papa's got a brand-new bag.

You talking about our target?

Thank you for...

Wasted no time in getting to work.

But our gear in the asset

has already paid off.

Our subject is planning something at his workplace.

Well, his coworkers could make some high-profile hostages.

I don't think that's the plan.

Our target already had a guest in the asset,

and face recognition technology confirms

he's active duty military.

Now, the, uh, chemical sniffer picked up C-3 on his clothes.

That means that he was in the same room

with a plastic explosive.

You think he's planning another coup?

We do. Can't let it happen.

The Philippines are

are a staging ground for terrorists.

The U.S. needs an American- friendly presence in Manila.

Well, what can we do?

Well, all our

local agents and the president's men

are known to Paraiso.

You and your partner have fresh faces.

Now, the attack on the workplace is planned for 2:00 p.m.,

so, uh, go to work.

Roger that.

You feel like staying undercover?

If it involves posing as a hooker, you're up.

MacKENZIE: You made up your mind?

Yes, ma'am.

I intend to stand by my friend.

I think it's only fair to tell you

that Midshipman Dupree may not be the friend

you think he is.

He's, uh, plagiarized before, in high school.

He's asking you to defend a lie.

If you'll excuse me, ma'am,

I have to get to the honor board.

You're still going?

I promised I'd be there,

and I intend to keep my word, Colonel.

Good evening, ma'am.

Harm, wait a second.

Look at how we're dressed. Come on.

The guard's going to know me. One of them

is probably nursing the black eye I gave him.

We got a way in right here.

Don't worry about it. Come on.

Okay.

We're in, but I don't see Paraiso.

Our subject is in motion.

Does he have the device with him?

Negative.

He wouldn't get his hands dirty like that.

He's coming to the party to avert suspicion.

I don't think he's planning to stay for dessert.

How long do we have?

To stay longer than 30 minutes would be foolish.

Rabb, he's exiting the asset.

You're safe

as long as our friend is in the building.

Keep your head low.

Now, I got a plan of the building

from the Manila Historical Society,

but unfortunately it predates a '70s remodel,

so a lot of what I'm going to tell you is guesswork.

Well, that's a comfort.

There's a hallway off the grand salon,

south of the rotunda.

Find it.

Let's go.

Paraiso's planning to dine and dash.

Homicidal and rude.

We're here.

There should be a door to your left.

Leads to the basement.

Got it.

Rabb, you're cutting out.

I'm guessing you're in.

Look for the gas main.

Our friend is smart enough to put the device

where it'll cause the most damage.

Harm?

Harm.

We found it.

We found the device.

Elvis has left the building.

You are now on borrowed time.

Repeat, Rabb, you're cutting out.

Fail-safe.

We're on our own.

Find something to cut the wire with.

Wait, are-are you sure you know what you're doing?

Are you always this bad at following orders?

When I'm the one in charge,

yes.

To a new beginning

for the Philippines.

And freedom from foreign influence.

This is the best I could find.

Well, they normally

make the black the ground.

Wait!

That's what they want you to do.

Everybody knows the black wire is the ground.

That's why a good bomb maker mixes it up.

Probably.

If you're wrong, a lot of people are going to die, including us.

No, I-I'm right about this.

I've spent my whole life fooling people.

Let's go.

"So widespread were the ramifications

"of the army's defeat and the Marine Corps' victory

"at the Chosin Reservoir

"that army morale would suffer for more than a decade

after the end of hostilities in Korea."

This is the opinion of a top military strategist.

It seems

Midshipman Dupree shares that opinion.

His essay is based on the same idea

with very little deviation.

Midshipman Roberts.

Midshipman Dupree and I shared quarters at Bancroft.

We met last year when we were both plebes.

And, uh...

there were times when I think I would have washed out

if it hadn't been for his support.

This panel is convened

to decide the charge of academic plagiarism, Midshipman.

Do you have anything to say on that subject?

When I found out about the charges

against Midshipman Dupree, I asked my brother,

a JAG lawyer, for his opinion.

He suggested I take responsibility

for my own actions, so that's what I intend to do.

Midshipman Dupree

has worked hard to get here.

But it takes more than that.

It takes accountability.

Respect for the rules.

I can't break the honor code, not even for my best friend.

I'd like to say something in my own defense.

That is your right.

I didn't think I was doing anything wrong

when I took that strategist's opinion in that book

and based my essay on it.

Obviously, Captain Tally feels differently about it.

But what I know I did wrong was to ask a friend

to put his reputation on the line for mine.

I cut corners because I felt pressured

to get the assignment done, and that's what I thought

people wanted, was for me to succeed.

I let myself believe that that was the most important thing.

And because I've gotten away with it in the past.

I shouldn't have tried

to drag you into this.

A moment, if I may?

It's my opinion that Midshipman Dupree

is capable of both the academic excellence

and the honor required to complete academy training.

He has simply never had those things

demanded of him,

nor has he ever demanded those things of himself.

I respectfully suggest to the board

that he be placed on one-year honor remediation.

Do you understand what this means,

Midshipman Dupree?

Yes. Uh, loss of privileges and whatever

punitive measures that the board sees fit,

but... I can stay.

Why, sir? Why are you giving me this opportunity?

Because I believe this time you'll make the most of it.

The board has no opposition to Captain Tally's proposal.

Thank you, Midshipmen.

Thank you, Captain.

There was a minute back there

I didn't think we were going to make it out in one piece.

Thank you for getting me out of jail.

Well, I couldn't leave my partner behind, could I?

Yeah?

What happened to your last partner?

Uh... we just kind of burned out

on each other, I guess.

Time to move on?

Yeah.

You still speak? No.

Not in a while, anyway.

Was that your choice?

Mostly.

Well, when you start talking to each other again,

that's when you'll know it's over.

You ready for that to happen?

Greener pastures?

Why not?

It's a pity you're not available, O'Neil.

Make me an offer.

See what happens.

I'm kidding.

Señor!

Dead end?

Where the hell are we?

We're out of road.

Where's the damn crate?

Where's the plane?

I see it.

ATT up.

Sorry. Force of habit.

Go for it.

Engine master. On.

Starting engine one.

Roger.

Engine two.

Go on two.

Engine three.

Go on three.

Starting engine four.

Four is go.

Paraiso's friends are back.

JATO master switch on.

JATO on.

Brace yourself.

Fire the JATO!

Whoo!

Good work, extended warranty.

Paraiso and his accomplice have been neutralized

by the Philippine Army,

and you both have earned field agent status,

if you want it.

I've...

had enough excitement for one day, thank you.

What about you, Commander?

Commander?

I'm thinking.