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Go, go, go!

Pruitt!

Come on! Coming through!

Marine down!

You all right? Yeah.

Looks like your
rucksack saved your ass.

Literally.

You need help? You all right?

I got it. Get going.

Coming through!

It was a classic Force Recon
search-and-destroy mission.

Objective was a
fiber-optic cable

connecting Iraqi
armored positions

to command and
control in Baghdad.

Code name: Operation Sidewinder.

Yes, sir. I remember

reading the news
reports after Baghdad fell.

POWs were released.

Yeah. Only three of
the six were captured.

Two were killed
during the E and E,

and one, by some miracle,

made it across
the border to Syria.

By humping it 200 miles
across the desert on foot.

No food

and barely any water.

How is that even possible?

You ever met a
Force Recon marine?

A few. Can't say I got
to know them that well.

Well, you will now.

One of the surviving
marines has been charged

with dereliction of duty.

Sergeant Christopher A. Ambrose.

You two will be handling

the Article 32.

Colonel, it's probably
best that you defend.

Excuse me, sir, but
isn't Ambrose the one

who made it out safely?

Yes, he is.

And apparently, his
regimental commander

is not happy about
the way he did it.

Well, good morning, ma'am, sir.

Hey, Bud. Lieutenant.

Uh, I was curious.

Has either one of you heard
from Commander Rabb?

You mean former Commander Rabb.

That's right, ma'am.

It's kind of hard for me to
think of him any other way.

Some of us are too
busy to think of him at all.

I've, uh, checked in with
him, but I haven't heard back.

Well, it's weird.

It's like he just disappeared.

Well, that's what
they do in the CIA.

I'm sure he'll touch
base as soon as he can.

Well, I guess.

I just hope
everything is all right.

Harm and the phrase,
"Everything is all right,"

don't usually go together.

Well, yeah, but...
Colonel, Force Recon

is based at Camp
Lejeune... We should

probably get down
there soon as we can.

Yeah, of course. You
want me to... That's okay.

I'll make the
call and set it up.

Great.

I take it you two

haven't fully worked things out.

Oh, but... I don't blame him.

It was my mistake,

and it was his
career that suffered.

Don't worry, Bud.

Commander Turner
will get over it,

and Harm will call.

"Pura Vida".

"Pure Life," ironic name

for a CIA front company.

Forget you ever saw it.

So what is this place, anyway?

The Directorate for
Development Plans Area.

I thought that was Area 51.

Uh, DDP

hasn't been there for years.

It's kind of difficult

to do top secret
flight ops, huh,

on a base surrounded
by tourists with telescopes

and video cameras.

Andy Watson, meet Harmon Rabb.

Nice to meet you.

Andy's going to
be your new copilot.

I was just getting used
to flying with O'Neil.

Get used to not getting used

to anything around here.

Don't worry.

He can fly anything with wings.

And a few without.

Andy got his master's

in aeronautical
engineering from Purdue,

and then Lockheed put him
through their test pilot program

at Farnborough.

Not a bad deal.

I could have done
better in the navy.

Why didn't you?

I grew up in Berkeley.

My parents would have killed me

if I went into the military.

And now?

Oh, they don't have
a need to know.

Yeah, you see
why I like this guy?

Well, are you two
ready to get started?

On what?

You're going to do some training
on one of our new ISR platforms.

I don't care what we do

as long as we do it
in air-conditioning.

Well, drop your
gear in your quarters

and report for indoctrination.

Gentlemen, you got
a lot of work to do.

Colonel, we have a 1430
meeting at Camp Lejeune

with Major General Kubin.

General Kubin's the
convening authority?

Do you know him?

His daughter died
during a routine operation

at a naval hospital.

Harm and I did the
JAGMAN investigation

of the doctor's
standard of care.

Judging by your
reaction to his name,

I assume it didn't go well.

The general was accused of
using his command position

to intimidate a witness.

It nearly cost him his career.

Why didn't it?

Because he was a good marine
with an unblemished record

who was convinced a
navy doctor's malpractice

caused his daughter's death.

I see. And he also
happened to be right.

I don't care how far he walked.

He ditched an
encrypted radio com set,

and he left his
team and made a run

for the border on his own.

General, Sergeant Ambrose claims

he lost the radio
during the firefight

and got separated from the
others during a sandstorm.

A marine doesn't lose
anything in combat, Colonel.

He carries it or he drops it.

And if he couldn't find
his team 20 feet away,

how in the hell did he find
the border 200 miles away?

We'll definitely
look into that, sir.

We already have
interviews scheduled

with the surviving
members of the team, sir.

We should be able to have
the hearing within a week.

Not good enough. Sir?

It's just an Article
32, Commander.

It's not a court-martial.

Read the after-action
reports, interview the marines

and hold your hearing.

Two days should be plenty.

Sir, when your daughter died,

you risked your entire
career to make sure

the investigation left
no stone unturned.

Don't you think Sergeant
Ambrose deserves the same?

Absolutely, Colonel.

But he also deserves to have
it done in a timely manner.

If the charges against
him are unfounded,

then he doesn't deserve

to have them
hanging over his head.

But if they're not,

I don't want him
hanging over ours.

Yes, sir.

They've probably
mounted a sensor array

on an F-117.

I just hope we're not
joysticking some UAV.

I haven't flown remote
since I was a kid.

What did you have?

A P-17 Stearman.

Gas, 1/24 scale.

Ooh. I had a Sopwith Camel.

Had the actual
fabric-stretched frame,

laminated mahogany prop...

Whoa!

Look, there it is
right there, 2:00.

What the hell is that?

It's definitely a Pulse
Detonation Wave engine.

Look at the contrail.

Ah, Pulse Det
aircraft are years off.

Well, apparently not.

That's an air breather
doing at least Mach six.

That's the Aurora.

The Aurora doesn't exist.

Neither does Pura
Vida Enterprises.

MacKENZIE: You don't usually
see Recon marines in here.

It's the only place
I can work out

until the stress fractures heal.

Your feet?

My feet, legs, spine.

I lost over 30 pounds
of muscle mass

in six days, ma'am.

The doctors say my bones

have probably been
damaged permanently.

Well, at least you made it.

That's what I
thought, too, Colonel,

until I got charged.

What, you weren't
expecting an Article 32?

If there had been any
way to carry that radio,

I would have... believe me...

But my ruck was shredded,

the shells were
landing all around me.

Why do you think your teammates

want to make an issue of it?

General Kubin ordered the
hearing, not my teammates.

But he clearly
wouldn't have done it

unless they somehow
characterized

your actions as derelict.

Ma'am, I lost my GPS,

food and rescue beacon

with that ruck.

Why would I leave teammates

who had all that?

Maybe you figured you
could move faster alone.

I got lost, Colonel.

I tried to double back,

but I must've gotten disoriented

and gone the opposite way.

You sure about that, Sergeant?

Ma'am, after the
first three days alone,

my feet were so blistered
I could barely stand,

let alone walk.

The only thing
that kept me going

was the hope that if I got out,

I could send back help.

I would gladly
have given my life

for any one of those marines.

There's no way in hell

I would've left them
behind, Colonel.

Cease fire, cease fire.

Clear and lock all weapons.

800 yards, no sonar,
no radar, no guidance.

We do use lasers,

but it's mostly just
gunpowder and gravity.

This is actually the easy part.

And the hard?

I like to explain the job
as having two elements:

force and recon.

Recon's by far the
harder of the two.

Major, I read your
after-action report,

and I have to be honest.

You were remarkably
forgiving of a marine

who allegedly ditched
a communications set

and lost... or even worse,
deserted... his fellow Marines.

It was pretty chaotic
out there, Commander.

We were fighting for our lives

with an entire Iraqi
platoon on our six.

But if Sergeant Ambrose
hadn't ditched the radio,

you may have been able
to call in close air support

or maybe even a helo extraction.

Yes, sir.

And I put that in my report.

And you also wrote
that it was possible

that the radio had been damaged

and wouldn't have worked

even if Sergeant
Ambrose had kept it.

Yes, sir. In fact,

nearly all the
critiques in your report

had similar rationalizations.

I prefer to think of them as
realizations, Commander.

It's easy to find
fault when you're in

a leather chair behind a desk.

Then why say
anything bad at all?

Sir, I didn't say
anything good or bad.

I just described what happened.

What did happen, Major?

Ambrose!

Ambrose!

Ambrose,

hold up!

I heard a jet.

I'm going to try to
reach it with the MBITR.

I would strongly
advise against it, sir!

The Iraqis can
triangulate a beacon signal

just as easy as we can.

We have to keep moving.

Don't worry. It'll
only take a second.

To any call sign,

this is Bravo Two-One.

We are a ground call sign

and need immediate extraction!

Over!

Damn it!

Ambrose?

Ambrose!

We lost Ambrose!

He didn't get lost, did he?

He went his own way
and left his team behind.

Sir, all I know is
I told him to stop.

I made the radio call,

and when I turned back
around, he was gone.

Did you conduct a
search, try to find him?

I couldn't risk splitting up
the team in those conditions.

But we did stay at that position

for 20 minutes, hoping
he'd find his way back to us.

But Sergeant Ambrose
didn't, and the Iraqis did.

Yes, sir. And that cost you

two men dead and three captured.

MacKENZIE: Good
morning, Commander.

Good morning, Colonel.

Looks like you've
finally settled in.

Don't know if I'll ever actually
be able to do that in here.

Don't worry, if Harm's ghost

is going to haunt anybody,
it's going to be me, not you.

A Yankee-One Class nuclear sub.

Soviet?

You have to know the
enemy in order to defeat them.

Speaking of enemies,

I know it's not really
any of my business,

but you do realize
that Lieutenant Roberts

isn't one.

With friends like that,
I don't need enemies.

Don't you think
that's a little unfair?

We all make mistakes.

And we all have to deal
with the consequences.

And the consequence is

that you're gonna
continue to hold a grudge?

Look, I am doing my
best to be professional.

My credibility as an attorney
can't just be turned back on,

and neither can my
friendship with Bud.

I understand.

So, uh, how'd your meeting
go yesterday with Major Spain?

He's not exactly
what I expected.

And what'd you expect?

I think someone
a little more rigid.

Is that your view
of Marines, rigid?

Only in the most
positive sense of the word.

Spoken like a true Navy man.

Smooth.

I've been called worse.

So, you ready to talk plea?

Only if it's guilty
to all charges.

Come on, Sturgis.

You read the
after-action reports.

The only one who's sure
Ambrose is guilty is General Kubin,

and he wasn't even
on the same continent.

Sergeant Ambrose cut and ran.

He deserted his fellow Marines.

I've been in a sandstorm
like that before.

The visibility gets so bad

you can't step two
feet out of your own tent

without taking a
GPS reading first.

Well, you can make
that point at the hearing,

because there's definitely
not going to be a plea.

Gentlemen, I know the two of you

have extensive experience
in supersonic aircraft,

but I trust you still have
done your homework.

Doing our best, boss.

I haven't crammed this
hard since Farnborough.

Well, don't worry, the
Aurora's stability augmentation

is state of the art,

and I'll be monitoring the
entire flight from the AWACS.

Any questions?

Uh, just one.

Who made this oatmeal?

Not up to standards?

Oh, well, you could
lay bricks with it.

Well, seeing as you'll be

sucking your lunch
through a straw,

I'll have to make it
up to you at dinner.

That'd be nice.

Lights.

I'm sure you know that
there's no simulator or trainer

for the Aurora, so we'll
have to start off slow.

Your first flight
will be a short one.

You'll test a new Foliage
and Ground Penetrating Radar

over the Rockies.

You'll make a U-turn
over the Bering Strait,

go out over the Pacific
and test the SAT links.

You call that a short flight?

At Mach six, it is.

Lights.

Just remember, easy does it.

She's not as
temperamental as the SR-71,

but unstarts are still possible.

Well, the good news is

the PDW engines almost
never totally flame out.

You're right, that is good.

And since the
Aurora can't stall,

she'll just depart
controlled flight.

What happens if we
can't regain control?

Just make sure the door's
shut on the ejection pod,

keep your arms tight
across your chest,

and let your seat
and suit take over.

Why are there
stirrups on the boots?

They connect your feet

to a ball joint under
the seat by a cable.

Which, hopefully,

won't break your
ankles when it retracts

and sets your feet in place.

Better than having

your legs torn
off when you eject

at 4,000 miles per hour.

Exactly how much testing
has been done on this seat?

Don't worry.

This aircraft can practically
take you to the Moon and back.

One lap around the North Pacific

is nothing... nothing.

A walk in the park.

See you both at dinner.

Ah, good morning, Colonel.

How did things go
down at Camp Lejeune?

Oh, as well as could
be expected, I guess.

I bet Commander Turner was happy

to have me out of
his way for the day.

Well, if he was, it
certainly wasn't reflected

in his mood this morning.

Are you on his list
now, too, ma'am?

Come on, Bud,
this isn't high school.

I know, you're right.

With Commander
Turner's anger at me

and the Admiral's anger
at Commander Rabb...

this used to be a lot more
pleasant place to work.

Speaking of unpleasant,
have you heard from Harm?

No, ma'am. I tried
his cell phone, no luck.

Hmm. I tried calling the CIA,

they won't even admit
that he works there.

Maybe it's time
you called Mr. Webb

to see what he knows, ma'am.

If I call Clayton,
the last thing

he's going to want
to talk about is Harm.

Really?

And that's all I'm going to say

before this really starts
to sound like high school.

Check with the Admiral.
Maybe Harm left an email

to forward his messages to.

Ma'am, do I look dumb enough

to broach that subject
with the Admiral?

Think of it as
brave, Lieutenant.

98,240 feet.

Talk about a room
with a view, huh?

How's the reception back there?

Perfect. This Foliage

Penetrating Radar is amazing.

What about the
Ground Penetrating?

Uh, detail's not great...

but considering
the train I'm tracking

is inside a tunnel carved
in granite, and we're

19 miles above the ground,

I guess I shouldn't complain.

Critical Mach number,
five-point niner-niner.

You realize we're traveling
one-point-nine-eight times

faster than a speeding bullet?

Might as well make
it an even number.

You ever made a U-turn
at Mach six before?

Can't say that I have.

Well, just watch your radius,

or we'll find ourselves
in Russian airspace.

It's not like they could do
anything about it if we did.

Well, they might not be able to,

but I have a feeling
Blaisdell probably could.

Roger that.

Keep an eye on your
Alpha, okay? I don't want

my first ejection to be
over the Bering Sea.

How is it you were a
test pilot for ten years

but never punched out?

Good judgment?

You're questioning
my judgment, Watson?

No, no. But you did
abandon your Naval career

to undertake a personally
financed, unauthorized

undercover mission in a
country where you don't even

speak the language.

How did you know that?

I make it a point to thoroughly
prepare for every assignment.

Little something I
learned at Purdue.

You know what they say
about undergraduate education...

you get what you pay for.

Oh, do I detect a note of envy?

Naval Academy
isn't free, you know.

The government pays.

But that's how they treat their
best and brightest, I guess.

Oh, really?

Then why did the Navy send
Neil Armstrong to Purdue?

You want to talk Apollo?

Jim Lovell, Naval Academy.

Coming up on way point four.

Initiating turn. We're
still over bingo fuel.

Here's something I bet

they didn't teach at Annapolis.

How did you do that?

I'd tell, but then
I'd have to kill you.

Spectrum One,
this is Zebra Base.

I have a priority one
change in flight profile.

It is being data linked
with your NAV program.

We've just been
vectored to North Korea.

Must be a mistake.

Zebra Base,

this is Spectrum One.

Going to covered circuit.

Zebra Base, can you
reconfirm new flight profile?

Current vector has
us heading directly

into North Korean airspace.

That's affirmative,
Spectrum One.

A new flight profile
has been confirmed,

with safe area way points

for three in-flight
refuelings, out and back.

Gentlemen, you are no
longer on training mode.

I repeat, your flight
has been redesignated

as a tactical sortie,
OPSEC level One-Alpha.

He can't just
redesignate us mid-flight

and send us to North Korea.

He just did.

Zebra Base, this
is Spectrum One.

Redesignation is confirmed.

We are now in tactical mission
mode at OPSEC level One-Alpha.

MacKENZIE: Oh, excuse me,
Admiral. Do you have a minute?

No, but walk with me anyway.

Thank you, sir.

Sergeant Ambrose's Article
32 hearing is in ten minutes,

and I promise to be brief.

Well, I was supposed to
meet Meredith and a caterer

half an hour ago, so I'm
going to hold you to that.

Does that mean you
two have set a date, sir?

You know what I've
learned, Colonel?

That you don't set a date

for your own wedding.

The banquet hall does,

in consultation
with the caterer,

and the chaplain,
and the relatives...

and everyone's in consultation

with everyone but you.

I'm sure it'll all work out.

Well, I hope so, or I may switch

the whole damn thing
from Annapolis to Vegas.

I'm sure my wedding plans

aren't the reason
you're here to talk to me.

Actually, sir, I wanted to talk to
you about Commander Turner. Go.

He's taking a hard-line
stance on the Ambrose case.

And that's problematic for you?

It's more confusing
than problematic, sir.

Even General Kubin
allowed for the possibility

that Sergeant Ambrose might
not be guilty of the charges.

It's not Commander Turner's job

to allow for that possibility,
Colonel. It's yours.

I understand, sir.

But the objective should
be the pursuit of justice,

not just to win a case.

Well, Commander Turner

may feel he has more to
prove other than just his case,

and considering recent
events, I can't much blame him.

But is that fair to
Sergeant Ambrose?

Life's not fair,
Colonel. Deal with it.

Sir, I also don't think
Commander Turner

fully understands what it's like
to be on a Spec OPs mission.

Just because mistakes were made

doesn't mean there
was dereliction of duty.

From what I hear,
it was more than

just a mistake made
in the fog of war.

Sir, none of the survivors

Sergeant Ambrose
supposedly deserted

seem eager to
testify against him.

Even Major Spain, the
senior man on the mission,

was initially reluctant.

Colonel... maybe it's you
who doesn't understand

what it's like to be in
Special Operations.

Sir?

Men in Spec Op are
like SEALS, Force Recon.

They aren't like brothers,
they are brothers.

You think Major Spain's protecting
Sergeant Ambrose out of loyalty?

Maybe. Could be something else.

Zebra Base, this is Spectrum
One at way point Charlie one-niner.

Refueling is complete and we
are approaching denied area.

Rapidly.

Repeat: We are
rapidly approaching

North Korean airspace,
awaiting further tasking.

Spectrum One,
this is Zebra Base.

Our HUMINT source
in Kaesong reports

three North Korean
armored divisions

have entered tunnels
leading directly down

to the DMZ.

Three divisions?!
That's over 50,000 men!

What the hell kind of
tunnels are we talking about?

Think Grand Central Station
with tanks instead of trains.

The North Koreans have
been digging these tunnels

for the last few years.

Looks like they may
have just finished.

What's Seoul's response?

Well, that depends on what

you're able to find
out, Spectrum One.

The only way to
keep Seoul from being

wiped off the face of the
map would be for us to launch

a preemptive blitzkrieg of our
own. Attack while the lion sleeps.

Affirmative. On the other
hand, if our source is wrong,

and there's nothing in
those tunnels but bulldozers

and the poor sandhogs who've
been forced to dig 'em, well...

Zebra Base,

I'm still calibrating Ground
Penetrating frequency.

I'm not sure I'll be able

to tell the difference between
a tank and a bulldozer.

Andy, just get

as much data as you can.

I got analysts standing
by on the SAT link

who'll be able to help us out.

Wilco.

And make it fast, before
that DMZ becomes an EMZ.

EMZ, sir?

Extremely Militarized Zone.

Roger that. Out.

Target data's been uploaded.

Way point One-Alpha
is at 37 degrees,

57 minutes north,

129 degrees, 22 minutes east.

Roger that.

We're still over bingo fuel.

Let me know when we
enter the denied area.

Wilco.

Just keep the pedal
to the metal, okay?

I want to keep this little
visit as short as possible.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Major Spain, exactly what
was Sergeant Ambrose's

dereliction of duty during
Operation Sidewinder?

He left our com set behind
when he ditched his ruck,

and separated from the team
during the escape and evasion.

Isn't it true that
there are four things

a Marine should never ditch,
no matter how bad it gets?

The med kit, the com
set, ammo and water.

Yes, sir.

Did the man responsible
for the med kit keep his ruck?

Yes, sir.

And because he
did, Corporal Pluta

was able to treat
the shrapnel wounds

on Sergeant Ambrose's
leg, isn't that correct?

Yes, sir.

Major, if Sergeant Ambrose

had maintained the com set

with the same diligence
Corporal Pluta gave to the med kit,

do you think Corporal Pluta
might still be alive today?

Yes, sir.

I believe he would.

Nothing further.

Major, wasn't it your
responsibility to make sure

Sergeant Ambrose
confirmed your order to stop

in the sandstorm? Yes, ma'am.

And with the visibility
being so poor,

shouldn't you have
made sure that

he was on your six
before you walked off?

Yes, I suppose I should
have, but, ma'am...

So one could just as
easily claim that it was you

who deserted Sergeant
Ambrose in the storm,

and not the other way around.

Objection, Your Honor.

Argumentative.

Your Honor, if this is about
how one Marine's mistakes

caused three men to be
captured and two to die,

we should at least be sure
we have the right Marine.

No one would've
been captured or killed

if he would've just...

Just what, Major?

Nothing.

You're right, Colonel.

It was my responsibility
to make sure

Sergeant Ambrose
stayed with the team.

Yeah, but you were
just about to tell us

how everyone
could've been saved.

Major, if Sergeant
Ambrose failed to do anything

that would've prevented
the deaths of two Marines,

I don't see why you would
want to keep it from this hearing.

The Colonel's right, Major.

If you have information
pertinent to this matter,

I want to hear it.

Now.

Yes, ma'am.

Our staging position was
only a few hundred yards

from an enemy platoon.

He went right to
the Iraqi platoon.

Told them where we were.

Surely you don't think
Sergeant Ambrose's decision

not to kill the child was
a dereliction of duty.

Sergeant Ambrose
volunteered for the mission

knowing full well what it
might entail. Major, the ROE's

prohibited the
use of deadly force

against noncombatants unless
there was an imminent threat.

How could we be sure
anyone was a noncombatant?

The Fedayeen weren't wearing
uniforms, and I've seen kids

younger than the
one who spotted us

shooting weapons,
wearing explosive belts.

While they were
tending a herd of goats?

Ma'am,

given our close
proximity to the enemy,

anyone with two feet and a
mouth was an imminent threat

and had to be treated as such.

Major, if you
really believe that,

why did you omit the incident
from your after-action report?

Because you knew

that ordering your men

to shoot first and
ask questions later

was a direct violation of the
rules of engagement, didn't you?

Colonel,

with all due respect,

lawyers get to interpret
those rules from behind a desk.

When you're hiding in a ditch,

so close to the enemy
you can smell their chow,

it's not quite so easy.

So, yes, ma'am,

we sometimes took a live mag
on a training op, just in case.

Or would lock and
load on a helo insertion

instead of waiting until
we actually took fire.

Or cleared a cave with a grenade
instead of a four-man team.

You ordered your team

to ignore the rules of
engagement, didn't you?

I ordered my men to not
allow anything or anyone

to stand in the way
of mission completion.

Killing is never easy,

I don't care who it is.

But neither is watching
two of your best friends...

and having to
tell their parents,

their wives, their kids

that they're never gonna
see their dads again,

ever!

And knowing that there's
no reason but cowardice

that it had to be this way.

I'm sorry for your loss, Major,

but I still need you to
answer my question.

Did you make an
agreement with your men

to ignore the rules
of engagement?

Yes, ma'am.

GP is dialed in and ready to go.

Spectrum One,
this is Zebra Base.

I'd advise you slow up a bit.

Make sure Andy gets a good look.

Roger that, Zebra.

Got an R light on the ECM panel.

That's all right. At that speed,

they can search their
radar all they want.

That's easy for you to say,

Zebra Base.

Andy, let me know if we
get an M light, huh? Wilco.

What the hell?

Alpha within limit.

Spectrum One,
was that an unstart?

I'm not sure, Zebra.

ICS spike and bypass
doors are stable,

but it looks like we lost
power in the starboard engine.

ADS and hydraulics are stable.

Starboard has flamed out.

The starboard
restart switch is on.

B yaw SAS axis falling off-line.

We're losing altitude.

That's all right. You
got plenty to give.

Port just flamed out!

What the hell's going on?!

Switching inlet
controls to manual.

Both restart switches on!

We need to abort. We'll
never complete the pass

if we have to go
subsonic to restart.

Take it easy.

Harm, do you have
post gyration departure

under control?

Affirmative, Zebra. For now.

Then don't worry.

Andy, you just take pictures.

Harm'll get the engines started.

We've crossed the border.

And we just got an M light.

They're tracking us.

What's our speed?

Mach 4.1 and falling fast.

We need to turn around.

If we can restart,
we can come back.

And if we don't, we won't
get the information they need.

We need to abort
now, before it's too late.

We still have time... we have

speed and altitude
we can give up.

But if you can't get
the engines started...

I'll get the engines
started, don't worry!

I'm sorry, Colonel, I should've
told you about the kid.

You're damn right you should've.

I figured if they didn't
mention it, why should I?

I know what I did
was morally right,

I just didn't know if it was
legally right. Well, it was.

Major Spain's order was illegal,

and therefore you were
under no obligation to obey it.

Colonel, I won't put
the blame on others.

Talking about the order
or trying to shift blame

would not only damage
Major Spain's reputation

and threaten the
careers of my teammates,

but also tarnish the
memory of two good men

who gave their
lives for this country.

Major Spain's
career is already over,

I can guarantee you that.

I won't dishonor the Marine
Corps, ma'am. Sergeant,

do you believe you
should be court-martialed

for sparing the
life of that boy?

No, ma'am.

Well, then you're going to have
to take the stand and say that.

We need to talk.

Come on in.

I know you were
hoping to preempt this,

but, uh, I have no choice
but to add to the charges:

willful disobedience and
misbehavior before the enemy.

That shepherd boy
was not the enemy,

which is why even your
witness admitted that killing him

would've violated the
rules of engagement.

An order based on an "any
threat is an imminent threat" policy

is only illegal if
the perceived threat

turns out not to be real.

Come on, Sturgis, how could
a ten-year-old shepherd boy

pose an imminent threat?

Well, look what he did, Mac...
He ran right to the enemy.

What should the
Marines have done,

offered him some chocolate?

Major Spain could've ordered
him captured and tied up

until they'd completed
their mission. The team was

constantly on the move...
Leaving a restrained prisoner

alone in the desert would be
fatal, just as sure as a knife.

The United States
military does not sanction

the preemptive killing
of noncombatants

simply because they may at
some future point pose a threat.

They most certainly do, Colonel.

In Somalia, when crowds
swarmed the downed Blackhawks,

were the Delta snipers who
went in to protect the pilots

required to distinguish between
those who had murderous intent

and those who just wanted
to see a helo up close?

Major Spain made
a command decision

that anyone with
two feet and a mouth

was a direct and
imminent threat.

Sergeant Ambrose
was legally obligated

to accept that assessment
and act accordingly,

ten-year-old child or not.

It's a thermocline
at 54,000 feet.

You should be able to get
ignition there at the latest.

Zebra, we're already
in the missile envelope.

Well, look, even if
they're able to lock in,

at the rate you're losing
altitude, they'll probably think

you've already been
blown out of the sky.

Well, it wouldn't
be far from the truth.

Andy, are you
getting anything yet?

I'm finding significant
ground voids,

but I can't get a good
read on what's inside.

I think they've rigged
ECMs to make it look

like they're filled with water.

Maybe it is water.

Let's hope so.

We've got an L light.

They've launched.

Turning off the ECM jammer.

How much longer do you need?

If we maintain current
heading, about 45 seconds.

Maintaining current heading.

Speed is Mach two and falling.

We need to get
back over Mach three

or we're toast.
I'm working on it.

Just keep your
eye on that radar.

Incoming missile
closing at Mach 2.4.

Through the thermocline.

Hold on. I'm gonna go subsonic.

Oh, geez.

If this doesn't work,
prepare to eject.

Come on.

Come on!

We've got ignition
in both engines.

Let's get the hell out of here.

You all right? Harm?

We're still here,

Zebra Base. Andy,
are you getting anything,

are you transmitting?

Negative.

The acceleration
knocked the SAT link

off-line.

Oh, great. Now what?

All right, boys, uh,

are you up for another Mach six

U-turn?

Sergeant, could you
explain to the court

why you chose not to
execute the Iraqi boy

as you were directed
to by your senior officer?

I just couldn't do it.

Because?

He wasn't the enemy, ma'am.

He was just an innocent kid.

But you realized what
this meant for your team?

It meant we'd have to fight
our way out of enemy territory.

That's exactly what
we're trained to do.

Not kill kids.

Do you really believe
one boy's life was worth

risking the lives of
the men on your team?

I just know I did
the right thing.

Thank you.

Nothing further.

Sergeant Ambrose,
when Colonel MacKenzie

asked you why you did
what you did, you said you...

"just couldn't do it."

Yes, sir.

Not you chose not to
do it, or you didn't want

to do it, but that
you just couldn't do it.

I guess, sir.

It isn't easy killing
another human being, is it?

No, sir, it's not.

But prior to your
team's insertion,

the six of you went
over the plan in detail,

and discussed the very situation

that you ended up encountering.

That of an unarmed civilian

stumbling upon
your staging position.

We did, sir.

But we never talked
about it being a little kid.

But on principle,

before the mission began,

you had no objection to killing
an unarmed noncombatant,

when weighed
against a compromise

that would not only endanger
the six Marines on your team,

but hundreds of Marines involved

in an emergency
extraction, isn't that correct?

I guess, Commander.

Yes or no, Sergeant?

Yes, sir! So, in fact,

it wasn't principle
nor the ROE's

that kept you from
carrying out your duties,

it was cowardice.

Objection, Your
Honor. Argumentative.

Sustained.

I'll rephrase. When Major
Spain gave you the signal

and you pulled your K-Bar,
a knife specifically designed

for the killing other
human beings,

was it principle or cowardice

that motivated your
subsequent inaction?

Principle, sir.

So, in the final moments
before your team

was inserted into
enemy territory,

and the six of you looked
each other in the eye

and promised "Semper Fi,"

what you were really
thinking was "Saepe Fi"?

Sir?

Sometimes faithful?

No, sir. Absolutely not.

It had to be one of
the two, Sergeant.

Either you went into Iraq
knowing you may have to do

something you weren't
willing to do, or you were

willing to fulfill the promises
you made to the team,

but when the time came
you just couldn't do it.

And isn't that the very
definition of cowardice?

Could you kill a kid, Commander?

You're up there

to answer questions,
not ask them, Sergeant.

Actually, I'd like to answer

that question,
Your Honor. Briefly,

Commander.

From a thousand miles
away with a Trident missile

I could absolutely kill a child.

But with my bare hands,

after looking into his eyes

and seeing the
fear, the... confusion,

the humanity, eh, probably not.

But we all know I don't
belong in Force Recon.

The question is:
Do you, Sergeant?

I thought I did.

Is that what the Marines

on your team deserved?

A teammate who thought
he could get the job done?

No, sir.

Nothing further.

BLAISDELL How're we
doing, Spectrum One?

I don't know, Zebra...
I'm still not sure if that

was really water in the
tunnels or a jamming signal.

What do you need?
Harm, they're throwing

everything but the
kitchen sink at us, okay?

If we get another unstart...

Andy, just tell him
what you need.

I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but if you slowed
up a little bit,

I might be able to
get a little more detail.

Isn't that what got us into
trouble the first time? Well, if

it happens again, at least this
time we're headed out to sea.

I thought you didn't
want to eject. I don't.

So whatever you
did last time... don't.

All I did was ease
off the throttle a little.

Well, ease off easier.

How's that?

That's good.

Just a little more.

Better? That's it.

That's it, I got it.

It's definitely water.

There's nothing in
those tunnels but water.

You're sure? Affirmative.

Accelerating back to Mach six.

Their source must've
heard the workers

had been kicked
out of the tunnels

and assumed it was because
someone else was going in.

I guess not for a while, unless
they're wearing scuba gear.

Approaching way
point three-Bravo.

Zebra Base,

this is Spectrum One.

Approaching way
point three-Bravo.

Request confirmation of target
assessment and permission

to leave denied area and refuel.

Target assessment is
confirmed, Spectrum One.

Good work. Great
work, both of you.

Now, you still think

that training missions
aren't any fun?

All I can say is you better have
one hell of a dinner planned.

Don't worry, we do.

This was definitely not an
easy decision to come to.

But with regard to the
charge of dereliction of duty,

I do not believe the
defendant's actions

during the escape and evasion

rise to the level of
willful negligence,

and therefore recommend that
no disciplinary action be taken.

But...

as to the additional charges
of willful disobedience

and misbehavior
before the enemy...

While I certainly do not

take the use of deadly
force against civilians lightly...

The rules of engagement
did allow such action

under very limited
circumstances.

Major Spain's order
to neutralize the threat

is therefore
presumed to be lawful.

I find that reasonable
grounds exist

to believe the accused
committed the offenses

and to recommend
they be disposed of

at general court-martial.

This hearing is adjourned.

I appreciate your help, ma'am.

You haven't been found
guilty of anything yet, Sergeant.

They still have
to prove their case

beyond a reasonable
doubt at a court-martial.

No, they won't, Colonel.

I'm not gonna
contest the charges.

I'm gonna plead guilty.

But why? You did the
right thing, Sergeant.

Commander Turner was right.

If I couldn't do what my
fellow Marines expected of me,

I should never have
gone on that op.

I made a promise
I couldn't keep.

Because of it two men are dead.

Must be nice.

What's that?

To be above it all.

"I wouldn't do it,

but that doesn't mean
it shouldn't be done."

Mac...

Now, that's cowardly.