All language subtitles for Law and order S14E08 - Embedded

the people are represented by two separate
yet equally important groups-

the police, who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

So, I said,
“I'm just here the one night."

[ Chuckles ]
I bet that won their hearts.

It wasn't their hearts
that were my concern.

But the blonde, I swear, man, she made
my cholesterol shoot up over 270.

And, uh, the other two?

Actually, one of them
looked a lot like your ex.

For that you are buying
the next round.

Oh. I think you guys are going to
have to find your own entertainment.

He never learns.
Legs like that, I'd stay stupid.

Last chance, babe.
I'm leaving tomorrow.

How many times have I heard that?

Yes, but this time
I might not be coming back.

Promise?
Oh, come on, Gia.

You and me,
it wasn't that bad, was it?

There was no “you and me."

There was you, me,
your cameraman, your producer,

your three cell phones and,
uh, last but not least, your wife.

Yeah, I like to fill up my day.
Don't we all?

Guess you haven't heard.
I'm engaged.

You should buy your friend a leash.
Most people would prefer a muzzle.

Yeah, that'd do.

I'd think about letting her
break up my marriage.

[Gunshots]
[Woman Screams]

[Man] What was that?
[Man #2]
It came from outside!

Always a nickel short
and a dime late.
What the hell does that mean?

What do you want from me?
It's 2:00 in the morning.

Hey, is that Frank Elliot?
[Green] Mm-hmm. The one and only

He took one in the back.
Oh, what a shame.

Hey, man, pretend to be
concerned, okay?
Two bullets.

People say they heard three shots.
One in Never-Neverland,

one in the vic,
one I hope in here.

You know, my old man
actually likes this Frank Elliot.

He made me TiVo that special
he did on John Gotti's vacation spots.

Hey, Lennie, he comes
out of this club, Lotus.

He makes it around the corner.
Somebody starts shooting.

Anybody see the shooter?
Looks like Elliot finally made it
to a crime scene before we did.

[Officer] Detectives!
We caught one break, at least.

You won't have to wait
for the M.E. to start ballistics.

Looks like a nine millimeter.

Okay, a shooter nobody saw,

a bullet everybody uses,
and a guy half the world wants dead.

E.M.T. says he's probably
gonna make it.

Yeah, only the good die young.

[Woman] Afraid he won't be much help tonight.
[Green] He's gonna make it though, right?

Well, it perforated his liver.

We managed to seal it off
so as long as it doesn't go
septic on us,

we should have him
stabilized relatively soon.

We talking hours, days?

Best guess? 24 to 48 hours.

He's gonna be in a lot
of pain though.

I don't know how long it'll be
before he feels strong enough to talk.

Well, knowing Frank,
it won't be that long.
Okay, that's not funny anymore.

Leave a number.
I'll have somebody call you.
The sooner the better.

Hey, they won't tell us anything.
He should be okay.

What does that mean?
Paralyzed, wheelchair, what?

Hey, he's gonna hurt.
A bullet in the back will do that.

One bullet? He took a leg
full of shrapnel in Kosovo.

Oh,yeah, Frank's got fans
all over the world.

Frank Elliot' happens to be
a great correspondent.

[Green] And you are?
Coworkers.

Oh, you do the sports, right?
Mm-hmm.

Do you mind telling us
what went down tonight?

Nothing out of the ordinary.
Kick in the butt is, Frank was heading back
to the Middle East in the morning.

- I thought after the last thing
he couldn't go back.
- You don't say no to Frank.

So the three of you
were having a couple of pops?

Till Frank left for Gia.
Who?

Gia Whitchurch.
She broke up his fifth marriage.

Fourth.
Whatever.

Anyway, she left him alone
at the bar.

I know what happened.
I can't believe it, but I don't
know what I can do about it.

It turns out that you might
have been the last person
to speak to him before...

Hold on. I thought they said
he was gonna make it.

- He is. I was gonna say
before he was shot.
- Sure.

You wanna know what we talked about?
Nothing earthshaking.
just Frank being Frank.

He asked, I answered...
in the negative.

- And that pissed him off?
- Come on!

Frank's not looking for Ms. Right.
He's looking for Ms. Right Now.

He gets a “no,”
he just moves on.

Look, Frank plays around

Everybody knows it,
but nobody takes it seriously.

At least not seriously enough
to try to kill him.

So you don't think this had anything
to do with “boy meets girl"?

I wouldn't count it out, but the truth is,
in the minute and a half Frank
and I were together,

he got threats like every day.

[Briscoe] From?
Mostly from people
whose lives he ruined.

[Woman]
Frank is a good reporter.

He knows where the story is
and he's not afraid to be
confrontational to get it.

“Confrontational." That's one way to put it.
Right.

The truth usually angers people.
Oh, give me a break.

Did it ever anger anybody enough
to take a couple shots at him?

A couple of month ago,
Frank did a story on Ted Lester;
C.E.O. for Zyfco.

He caught him dipping
into the company till.
Pissed Lester off to no end.

And Lester got canned?
Not yet.

So in other words,
no harm, no foul.

So far, maybe, but the rumor is,
Lester is about to be indicted.

Sorry it has to be like this.

We have to get to Teterboro
for a flight in 30 minutes.
You know how traffic can be.

Mr. Lester, we need to
talk to you about Frank Elliot.

Frank Elliot is a righteous, opportunistic...
What?

Frank Elliot is a righteous,
opportunistic bottom-feeder!

Be that as it may,
when was the last time you saw him?

In person? Not since he ambushed me
coming out of a fund-raiser.

Look, I heard about the shooting.

It wasn't me, although I would like
to express my sincerest kudos...

to whoever finally decided
to do the world a flavor.

Okay, just so our report's complete,
where were you last night?

Flying back from
a shareholders' meeting in Aspen.
Got in just after 2:00 a.m.

- Can anybody confirm that?
- Paul!

What time were we
wheels down yesterday?
About 20 after 2:00.

I had to call from the plane
to change the car-service pickups.

If you see Frank,
send him my best.

There was no one on the street,
no one that I saw, anyway.

So you got your wallet,
money clip, jewelry.

I've got it all.
Somebody wanted me.

[Moans]

So, uh, can I take it from this
that, uh, you're nowhere
in the investigation?

Some people think we don't move
too quick, unless there's a little grease,
if you know what I mean.

When are you gonna let that go?

I aired that piece on the 12th Precinct
almost three years ago.

- Yeah, well, the taste still lingers.
- He was a dirty cop.

He might have been,
but we'll never know.

since his suicide kind of put the kibosh
on I.A.'s investigation.

All right, why don't you all agree
to disagree for the time being?

Now, did you leave the dub with anybody?
Nobody

A young lady at the bar told me
there was some gossip about me
in page six,

so I went out to
get a copy of the Post.

Next thing... boom...

I feel something burning
a hole in my back.

I think I remember falling,
but that's it.

You must have put together
a short list of who you think did it.
Yeah.

Maybe you should start with
some of your friends at the 12th.

Uh, sorry

Of course I want to help.

Uh, top of my list would be...
Barry Boyd.

He's the one dude who's crazy enough
to try something like this.

- He's got a grudge?
- I exposed him
for the slime bucket that he is.

Can you believe this bastard?

He convinced welfare moms
to let their kids use
broken playground equipment...

Just so they would get hurt
and he could sue the city

I do good sometimes.

So, what, he threatened you?

No. He attacked me at Elaine's.

The story was crap. But I couldn't
have bought that kind of publicity

No such thing as bad press, huh?
Not in my business.

Look, Elliot couldn't prove
a damn thing.

The piece didn't even lead
to a disciplinary sanction.

This business is all about profile,
and he raised mine another notch.
I should probably thank him.

Instead, you attack him
in a restaurant.

Okay, the truth is I may have
screamed at him a little.

Well, he says it was
a little more than that.

You look like you've had
a couple of drinks now and then.

You know what? I drink,
I start spewing a lot of nonsense.

Who knows?
I might have said something
horrible about his mother,

who, for all I know,
is a very nice lady.

That's it?
The truth is, if I only
represented people...

Frank Elliot did stories on,
I could make a very good living.

Odds are there's some kind of
a lawsuit just floating around out there...

waiting for me to pluck it
out of thin air.

- Plucked anybody lately?
- A goldmine.

The families of Sergeant Dixon Hawes
and Captains Thomas McCann
and William Short.

We're suing Elliot and his network
for wrongful death.

Hawes, McCann and...
Short.

They were the American kids killed
in the ambush near Tikrit last month.

The three soldiers, or peacekeepers,
I guess we call them now,

were hit by snipers
on their way to take out
an Iraqi resistance training camp.

And they blame Elliot?
Don't you?

After the Iraqis saw his report,
it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

I can't tell you exactly
where we are,

but I can say that
the 81st is operating...

within 100 kilometers
of a midsized city.

Just outside this city,
there are two training camps
for Iraqi resistance fighters.

Within the next 48 hours, I'm told
one of these two camps will be hit.

Three of our boys dead
and Elliot gets shipped home
for a Pentagon debriefing.

Which is probably code for
threatening to shove his mike
where the sun don't shine.

And the network exec you spoke with
forgot to mention they were being sued?

She said that they were already
negotiating with the families
of the boys that were killed...

that they stand behind Elliot's report.

They would admit no liability,
but were acting with what
she called an “abundance of caution."

More like an abundance of guilt.

A billion dollars a week to
help people who don't want us
there in the first place?

They aren't the only ones
who should feel guilty.

Sure, why don't we just pull out
and give Saddam his old job back?

You know what I'm talking about.

All I'm saying is, now that
we're in there, we shouldn't be
half-assed about it.

Hey, man, just because Washington
decides to commit to something...

doesn't mean
we should shut up and salute.

It also doesn't mean
we have to help the enemy.

We all know where Elliot's
sympathies on the war were.

Maybe him being embedded
with the troops, he had
a better view than we do?

Thanks. Ballistics
I.D.'d the gun and ammo.

A modified Beretta M-9
made especially for the military.

Standard issue to every member
of the United States Army.

Sounds like somebody in uniform
would rather have Elliot
entombed than embedded.

No offense, but the list of people
who don't care for Elliot
extends way past the military.

Oh, I'll second that,
but right now one of your guys
may be our best bet.

We're gonna need names and
addresses of members of the 81st.

They're in Tikrit right now.

Well, what about guys on leave,
retired members, AWOL?

In any case, we're not
in the habit of giving out
this sort of information.

Now that's a shame.
Sorry.

No, we're sorry, because when Elliot
gets wind of this, you're gonna be
all over the 6:00 news.

Can you spell “cover-up?"

Well, there are always a few soldiers
who deploy later,

come home early
for personal reasons.

Good. So, can we have a list
of the names and addresses?

So, of the three active duty members
of the 81st in the U.S.
when Elliot was shot,

we have one in surgery
and one in the stockade.

My math says that's two.
Yeah, and one George Meacham,
who was here on emergency leave.

His dad died.
Please tell me he was in the city.

Not only was he here, his mom
lives three blocks from where
Frank Elliot got himself shot.

George is the fourth generation
of Meacham men to serve in the army

You must be very proud,
Mrs. Meacham.

We just need to ask him
a few questions.

Oh, uh, I don't think you can.
Why is that?

Because he shipped out
for Iraq yesterday

This is Denise, George's wife.

She's up from Virginia
for the funeral.

Detectives Briscoe and Green.

George got emergency leave
because his father died, and
he had to get back right after.

I'm sorry.
Well, he believes in what he's doing.

George was here two nights ago?
Yeah, that was his last night.

We had kind of a party for him...
his old high school buddies.

And he shipped out at 0600
the next morning.

The party was here?
No, it was at a bar around
the corner, the Blarney Stone.

We were there till maybe 2:00.

Did George do something wrong?

No, it's just that he may have been...
It's just that he may
have witnessed a shooting.

Frank Elliot?
[Groans]

Let me tell you. The man is a rat.

We hold him personally responsible.

[Mrs. Meacham ]
George and Dixon were like brothers.
Dixon Hawes, the one who...

He's dead because of Frank Elliot.

Looks like Denise Meacham
cares for Elliot just about
as much as you do.

Well, he did put her husband
in harm's way.

Please.
What?

As if the dude living
at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
ain't had nothing to do with it.

The same dude that lied to us.
And you know he lied because...

I don't see any weapons
of mass destruction, do you?

Hey, they were there,
and you know how I know?

Because the daddy
of the guy at 1600...

sold 'em to a certain son of a bitch
who used to live in Baghdad.

That's how I know.
You're just saying that
'cause you read some article...

by some other son of a bitch
like Frank Elliot.

Hey, that's exactly why
I used to live in places like this.

'Cause the guys in here only lie
about how big and how many.

Yeah, they were here.
A send-off for one of them.

I'll tell you what...
it was a good night.
Lots of toasting, lots of drinking

lots of guys hugging guys--
not in a weird way.

So the guest of honor,
was he here the whole time?

- You mean in here?
- It's not a trick question, Pat.

The crapper's on the fritz
There's only one urinal.

When guys take a squirt,
they go out back.

So you're not sure if George Meacham
was actually inside the place
the whole time?

There were like five of them,
plus the guy's wife.

They came and went.
I wasn't keeping track.
We were kind of busy for a weeknight.

So as far as you know,
Meacham could have been gone
15 minutes or a half an hour.

I'm sure he was here
when I closed up.

At 3:00 in the a.m.,
“God Bless America"
brings tears to your eyes.

No way
I was on the door that night.

I would have noticed a guy in uniform.
Hell, I would have bought him
a drink myself.

So would I.
Yeah. Our boys are doing
a great job over there.

The way I see it, nuke 'em all.

What about a dude that
looks like he was in the military...
in shape, tattoos, short hair?

Crew cut count?
Yeah, that's perfect.

Yeah, there was a guy--
short, black hair,

had a tat over here,

said something about business.

Uh, “business is good."
“Business is good"?

Maybe he's from
the chamber of commerce.

You know, he did ask
for that guy, Elliot.

And you let him in?
Not a chance.

The guy already had his limit
if you know what I mean.

He was loud, he wasn't making
too much sense, he was losing it.

All right, man, if you remember
anything else, holler.

[Van Buren]
I appreciate all the help
you've given us so far, Colonel

but it turns out,
to do a thorough investigation,

my detectives need to talk
to George Meacham face-to-face.

It's gonna be difficult, Lieutenant,
considering Sergeant Meacham
is forward-deployed right now.

What's one soldier?
Hell, I bet he'd appreciate
a trip home.

By the time we figured out
logistics on this thing...

You know, legally,
the D.A. tells me that he can
get a judge to issue a writ.

I've already spoken to our JAG officers
who tell me with the evidence you have,
a writ is not a sure thing.

He tried to kill one of our citizens,
Colonel, right here on
the streets of New York.

Now, if you're protecting him...
Believe it or not,

we have enough to do without
the N.Y.P.D., or Frank Elliot,
or anyone else getting in the way.

George Meacham
is not going on vacation.

He's heading for a place where
he'll spend his days dodging bullets.
I'm sure he has nothing to hide.

And if he's lucky enough to make
it back alive, you'll have your chance
to hear it from him then.

- He's not going on vacation?
- Excuse me?

That's what you just said.
“He's not going on vacation."

He's headed somewhere.

Sounds like you're saying
he's not actually in Iraq yet.

That's right. He's at Ramstein
Air Force Base in Germany,
awaiting for transport to his unit.

Now that's a good thing...
Ramstein being an
American military installation...

is considered a part of the U.S.
for legal purposes.

That gives the civilian court
jurisdiction.

I think we could argue that...
[Green] Let me ask you something

Do you know of any soldiers
getting tattoos that say
“Business is good"?

It's a slogan,
the second half of one anyway.

Hard core members
of the 81st put it on their left arm.
[Briscoe] Uh-huh.

And, uh, what do they put on
their right arm?

“Killing is our business."

I can't wait till the press
gets ahold of this.

Straight ahead, Sergeant.

Sir.
Hello, Sergeant.

Sorry about the false start
and about all the travel.

I was told I'd just be answering
a few questions and turning
right back around.

Detectives Briscoe and Green, N.Y.P.D.
Nice to meet you, Sergeant.

The quicker the better.
The first order of business, Sergeant,
is handing over your sidearm.

I'm not sure what's so hard
to understand. I went to a bar,

I got drunk, I came home.

How long were you at the bar?
Three, four hours.

Did you ever leave?
Yeah, to take a leak.

How about to stroll over to Lotus
to see your friend, Frank Elliot?

Why would I do that?
I got enough of him in the desert.

It doesn't sound to me
like you liked it?

I knew he was gonna be trouble
when he showed up dressed
like Hemingway going on safari.

The thing is, George, the bouncer
at Lotus, saw somebody...

that looks just like you trying
to get into the club that night.

Yeah, so what?

So why don't you help yourself
and explain to us what
the hell happened?

Uh, yeah, we were at the bar.

A cabbie came in,
said he dropped Elliot off
at this club around the corner.

- Sol walked over there.
- Why, George?

Dixon Hawes was a good soldier.

Okay? I would give my life for him,

or for Thomas McCann
or William Short.

Yeah I walked over there,
but the ape at the door,
he wouldn't let me in.

End of story.
[Briscoe] And you just let it go?

What was I supposed to do?

I mean, guys, we're at war.

Okay, people are dying.

These... These reporters, they are
more interested in their ratings.

You're talking about
embedded journalists.

Journalists, right, yeah, yeah.

Let me ask you a question.
If your life depended on me,

would you report
anything negative about me?

Or that my unit's military actions
were unsuccessful? That's crap.

And you think Elliot
went a step too far?

The man gave away our position
and our movements!

If I did that, I'd be court-martialed
and I'd be hung as a traitor!

Am I glad somebody
shot at him? Yeah.

Am I upset he's not dead?

Yeah.

Did I have something to do with it?

Not a chance. Why?

Because I am a citizen,
I am a soldier,

and I respect the laws
of this country.

We've got motive up the ying-yang.
Opportunity...

And he's got the flag. What about ballistics?
Still working on it.

The problem is, the army has got him
heading overseas tomorrow morning.

Arrest him. I'll call the army
to cancel his ticket.

[Court Clerk]
Docket number 026794,
People versus George Henry Meacham.

The charge is attempted murder
in the second degree,
assault in the first degree.

[Judge] How do you plead, Sergeant Meacham?
Not guilty, Your Honor.

Bail?
The People request remand, Your Honor.

Sergeant Meacham is on active duty
with the army and scheduled
for immediate transport overseas.

- R.O.R., Your Honor.
- Just what I was thinking.

In addition, the defense would ask
for an expedited trial calendar,

in that Sergeant Meacham would
like to get this matter resolved
as quickly as possible...

so that he can ship out.

Is that a problem for the People?
No, it's not, Your Honor.

Well, I know this place rarely
works with military efficiency,

- but we'll see what we can do.
- [Gavel Bangs]

You know, the military courts
have concurrent jurisdiction.

I could very easily challenge
the venue of this proceeding.

The people Sergeant Meacham
works for, however,

don't want this to look like they
whisked him off in the dead of night...

to be tried by
an overly sympathetic jury.

You mean they don't want
the press to think that.

It's not our granddaddy's war.

Well, to spare the military
any harmful press,

I'm willing to drop
the attempted murder charge...

if he pleads to assault one
and serves the maximum.

I didn't shoot him. I...

All this because George
happened to be in the same city
as Elliot the night he was shot?

He was around the corner from
the shooting; he showed up at the bar
Elliot was drinking in.

The weapon was military issue.
[Attorney] Yes, it was.

And that's what got me thinking

In the list of physical evidence
sent over by your office,

I didn't see a ballistics report
indicating that George's sidearm...

Was, in fact, the weapon in question.

I'm sure that was just an oversight.

- The testing wasn't completed
at the time of the arrest.
- Well, then,

Perhaps we'd better wait...

before either of us
commits to anything.

Come on George.

And the bullet that came out
of Elliot didn't come from the gun
you gave us.

That's sort of big news.
You didn't think I'd want to hear
some thing like that right a way?

I thought you 'd want
to know the whole story
Evan, what else is there?

The gun you gave me
didn't belong to George Meacham.

You're kidding.
I'm not that kind of guy.

No, the army is very serious
about registration.

The gun you gave me belonged
to a Sergeant Dixon Hawes.

Dixon Hawes, as in
the deceased Dixon Hawes?

Hawes's body was at the Ramstein
Air Force Base in Germany waiting
to be shipped back home...

while Meacham was there
waiting to be transported
back to Iraq.

So Meacham had an opportunity
to switch weapons.

Of course, he claims that they were
stationed together for so long...

that the guns were probably
just switched accidentally.

Serve the army with an order
to produce the gun
that was with Hawes's gear.

I did, and they've assured me
that they'll send the gun A.S.A.P.

But?
They can't find it.

It was never recovered
from the battlefield.

You know Elliot's gonna make
a meal out of this.
[Cell Phone Ringing]

Yes?

We're having lunch.

We'll be right there.

That was Arthur's secretary.

This can't be good.

Convenience or conspiracy?
You tell me.

The gun used by a sergeant
in this man's army...

to put a bullet into my liver
has disappeared.

To what lengths will
the Pentagon go to keep
this reporter off Iraqi soil?

To what length will it go
to shut me up forever?

This yo-yo's gonna ruin our case.
What can we do?

Frank Elliot never met
a camera he didn't like.

It's the people who
are watching Frank Elliot
I'm concerned about.

We have no idea what
his rhetoric could do to a jury.

Well, on the other hand,
it's the Pentagon that's not held
in the highest regard right now.

Says who?
Knuckleheads like Elliot?

The fact is that a majority
of informed Americans...

believed in this war then
and they believe in it now.

- Informed? By whom, Arthur?
- Just get a gag order.

Opposing lawyers in agreement?
What am I missing?

I think both sides are looking
for a fair and just conclusion
to this case.

That's a crock.
Elliot's a wild card,
and neither of you know...

just what effect his grandstanding's
gonna have on the jury pool.

The very notion that it will
have any effect whatsoever-

Yada, yada, yada.
I guess the grandstanding
is going around.

- Your Honor...
- Stop, guys. You won.

I'm gonna grant the gag order.
But even money says...

we'll all be back here within 48 hours
of you breaking the news to Elliot.

Unacceptable.
Sorry. Judge Bright already
entered his order.

Which extends to all lawyers
and principals.

For a minute I thought
I was back in New York.

What a relief to find out
that I'm still smack-dab
in the middle of Tehran.

If you think about it,
this could actually help us.

So would burning
Meacham at the stake,
but I don't see us doing that.

Let me ask you, Frank.
Are you more interested
injustice or headlines?

I didn't know the two
were mutually exclusive.

No offense, but I'm obligated
to do something about this.

[Judge Bright]
For the record, I'm recommending
that you retain counsel, Mr. Elliot.

Your Honor may not be aware,
but I am an attorney.

Did you ever practice?
Is that relevant?

Again, I recommend that you retain...

You don't need a law degree
to see what's going on here.

They couldn't stop me with a bullet,
so they're trying to do it with the law.

“They?”
Washington, Judge.

The Pentagon. Clearly...
Excuse me, sir.

But I was the one
who signed the gag order.

Which is a violation
of the First Amendment.

And I've got a shelf full
of case law that says it's not.

Please approach, all four of you.

And in how many of those cases
was the person opposing the gag
a member of the press?

I just wanted to see if your arguments
would be the same...

out of earshot of your friends
from the media.

The order also violates
the contract clause...

by preventing me from pursuing
my chosen profession, the court
is interfering with my contractual rights.

- Mr. McCoy?
- The contract clause is never applied
to an individual's employment contract.

I'm sorry, Mr. Elliot.
Without overwhelming evidence...

that a gag order would irreparably
damage the public's right to know,

the gag stands.

I'm not on anyone's side,
Mr. Elliot.

I'm just trying to preserve
some semblance of a fair trial.

How can it be fair
without public scrutiny?

Doesn't the Sixth Amendment
guarantee an open trial?

Excuse me. Mr. Frank Elliot?
Yes.

I am F.B.I. Special Agent Glover.

I'd like to advise you that you're
being placed under federal arrest.
For what?

Treason, sir.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will
be provided for you by the court.

Well, they finally found a way
to shut him up.

Are you kidding?
This is exactly the kind
of thing Elliot lives for.

It's the next best thing
to being shot on the battlefield.

To be honest, I always thought
the U.S. Attorney's office...

would keep its politics
out of our justice system.

Excuse me. Didn't Frank Elliot
disclose military secrets
on the battlefield?

If the justice Department actually
considered what he did treason,

why did they wait all
that time to arrest him?

To brace themselves
for the political repercussions.

And they're finally braced... now...
right when we're about
to go to trial against a soldier.

You know what I'm gonna do?

You're gonna give
the Assistant U.S. Attorney
in charge of this Elliot thing...

a chance to present
his case before you fly off
into the wild blue yonder.

And what if I don't?
His name is Andrew Spivack.

He's not an unreasonable sort.

Honestly, I don't understand
your concern.

Frank Elliot is unlikable
enough to begin with.

Calling him a traitor gives
the jury a reason to acquit.

He did give military secrets to the enemy.
Oh, come on Andrew.

It's not like he was selling nuclear secrets.
Really?

How many people actually died
because of the Rosenbergs?

My guess, it's three less than died
because of Frank Elliot.

Do you want the politically
correct response to that?

- Shoot.
- You're walking a razor's edge.

It could tear
the First Amendment in half.

And the politically incorrect response?

You're gonna ruin my case.

I've got a cousin over there and
I don't want him coming home in a bag
because of some pinhead like Elliot.

You'll never win.

Maybe I just think it's a point worth
getting made sooner rather than later.

I can't believe it.
Someone in the Defense Department
recommended Meacham get a medal.

Now it's officially become
the hero versus the traitor.

Maybe we should
reconsider our offer.

Or we can focus on proving
that the hero wasn't so heroic.

We can show that Meacham acted
out of vengeance and not because
he considered Elliot a traitor.

That's a great idea.
Only how can we prove
what was in his head?

One thing I know about guys
in a bar... they can't keep a secret.

Talk to the friends
who were partying with Meacham
before he went to find Elliot.

George enlisted
right out of high school.

I thought about it,
but what the hell, you know?
My old man had the business.

People yell, they don't shoot.

You guys stayed close
over the years?
Yeah, sure.

I mean, anytime he's in town,
you know, go for a beer or two
with Willie and Lip.

The four of us were that way
since the fifth grade.

What did you think about
the tattoo on George's arm?

The killing thing.
I mean, it's cool.

I mean, that is
what he does for a living.

You don't sound like you like it.

My dad cut 2-by-4s.

George's dad served
in the Gulf War.

I'm not disrespecting
what he does...

Anyway, I'm sure as hell not gonna
say anything that's gonna hurt him.

I just wanna know what happened.
Did George say anything?

He had a couple of beers, okay?

The cabbie came into the bar,
he was bitching about Elliot,
and he dropped him at Lotus.

You know I told the cops all this.
I just wanna fill in the blanks.

Did George tell you what
he expected to do if he found Elliot?

Yeah, he said he was gonna rip
that rat bastard a new one.

Sorry.

He said that Elliot
wouldn't open his yap
on his next trip to Iraq.

But I swear he said nothing
about shooting anyone.

Because he thought he was
helping his friend, that's why.
With friends like that...

I'm sorry.
I don't see where you're going,jack.
Have some ribs.

Delicious.

Meacham went to Lotus
to warn Elliot to keep his yap shut.

If he thought he was
legally guilty of treason,

he never would have thought
he would ever set foot
in the Middle East again.

Ergo, Meacham didn't
consider him a traitor
when he pulled the trigger,

and no amount of federal razzle-dazzle
is gonna change that...

in a state attempted murder trial.

Only Meacham can still claim
that he didn't do it.

And he'd be laughed
out of the courtroom.
Too many coincidences.

The jury would see
right through him.

If you don't like ribs,
there's cold noodles.

Well, it looks like Meacham's
friend went right to Griffin
after I spoke with him.

This is Griffin's notice to present
an affirmative defense of justification.

He's gone through door number three.
You're kidding.

He's claiming that Meacham
shot Elliot to prevent him
from disclosing military secrets...

that would cause the death
of any more American G.I.'s.

Huh.

Justified? That's a crock.

People in this country shouldn't
be gunned down in the street...

when they're out buying
a newspaper, whatever
their political beliefs are.

[McCoy]And you think the shooting
was politically motivated?
What else?

It's no secret that I believe
this to be a fictitious war...

waged by a fictitious president
as part of some familial vendetta.

When you reported your story
about troop movements from Iraq,

were you breaking the rules
set up for embedded reporters?

The military
doesn't make the rules.

What is it, 30 years ago, the court
in the Pentagon Papers case ruled...

that current news of vital importance
to this country...

cannot be subject
to prior restraint by the government.

- And you consider
troop movements vital?
- Killing people?

Yes, I think that qualifies.

What about the American soldiers
killed because of your story?

I'm really sorry that they died.
If you know anything about me,

you know that I was dead set
against this war right from the get-go.

But think about it.
If the Pentagon honestly
believed I was responsible,

would I have been permitted
to go back?

You were arrested for treason.
And was immediately
released on bail.

They just wanted to hand their boy
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

They didn't care
whether he was guilty.

They just care about P.R.

An informed public ruined
their party in Vietnam.

They can't let that happen again.
But isn't it true...

that they use embedded journalists
such as yourself to keep
the public informed?

They embedded us
to sell the product, period.

They just care about spin...
positive spin.

The Jessica Lynches become heroes,
and the Frank Elliots become villains.

So you're saying you'd do the same thing
on your next visit to Iraq.

Well, it's not only my job,
it's my right and duty...

under the First Amendment
of the Constitution.

I'm not here to argue
constitutional law with you,
Mr. Elliot.

But since you brought it up,

I wonder if you're aware
of the Supreme Court's exception...

to the prior restraint rule when
it comes to protecting our soldiers.

A reporter cannot disclose
troop locations or objectives.

If you look at my report closely, I didn't.

I disclosed no specifics.

Are you familiar with
the legal definition of treason?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Your Honor, I'm trying to establish
that my client was justified
in shooting the witness.

Answer the question.
It consists of levying war...

against the United States or giving
aid and comfort to the enemy.

Well, let's focus on giving aid
to the enemy, shall we?

The Constitution guarantees
the people the right to a free press.

Exercising that right cannot,
by definition, be treason.

Even if it means
getting our boys killed?

It's a war, counselor.
People are dying on a daily basis.
I mean, read the papers.

In fact, look at the headlines
in the Post on the day that I was shot.

Six American soldiers were killed
by a car bomb in Baghdad

And you don't see a difference between
that and the killing of Dixon Hawes,

Thomas McCann and William Short?

No, I don't.

They're dead because of some
outrageous political agenda.

It had nothing to do with me.

It was just a coincidence that your report
the day before they were shot
disclosed troop movements.

Possible movements.

Splitting hairs, aren't we?
If I don't report what I see,

what good am I?

If a reporter isn't honest and open,
what purpose does the media serve?

And you were planning
on splitting those same hairs
during your next visit to Iraq?

- Yes.
- And to hell with the Americans
who might die because of it.

I knew 'em all.
They were good soldiers.

Dix and I, uh,
we were very close.

That's Dixon Hawes?
That's correct.

We trained together.
I've known him since '98.

Please describe what happened
on the day he died.

We started moving before dawn.

I'm sorry, but did you know
where you were headed?

Uh, we're not informed
of specific objectives.

Well, that's curious,
because people back in Brooklyn...

and Taos and Tampa Bay
knew all about it,
thanks to Mr. Elliot.

I wouldn't know.
We moved maybe three klicks
when the shooting started

The sun wasn't up yet.

And Dix... Uh, Sergeant Hawes,
was beside me.

He had been shot
through the neck.

I carried him over
to the medical officer,
but it was too late, so...

When did you learn that
Frank Elliot was responsible...

Objection!
Rephrase.

When did you learn
about Mr. Elliot's report?

A few days later.
He'd already shipped out.

Okay, now, you testified...

That a cabbie told you
he dropped off Mr. Elliot...

at a club called Lotus...
is that correct?

Yes, sir.
Did the cabbie tell you anything else?

He said that Elliot told him
he would return to Iraq
the following day.

Did you want Frank Elliot dead?

Yes.

So, you in fact feltan obligation to
take matters into your own hands?

Yes.
Please tell us why.

To stop him from causing the death
of any more American soldiers.

What did Mr. Elliot say...

when you asked him not to make
similar reports in the future?

He didn't say anything.

Why not?
I didn't ask him

Did he say anything when
you confronted him in the street?
No.

Why do you suppose that is?

He didn't see me.
That's right.

You shot him in the back.

Kind of like the sniper who killed...
[Griffin] Objection.

- Sustained.
- You testified that you left
your party at the Blarney Stone...

in order to shoot Frank Elliot,
isn't that true?

Actually, I said
I wanted him dead.

Actually, I think you said...
If you could just read that back?

“'Did you want Frank Elliot dead?'
Witness: 'Yes.'

"Mr. Griffin:
'Did you, in fact,

"feel an obligation to take matters
into your own hands?'

"Witness: 'Yes.'
Mr. Griffin: 'Please tell us why '

Witness: 'To stop him
from causing the death
of any more American soldiers.'"

I guess you were right. Pardon me.
Did you shoot Frank Elliot?

You watch the news, don't you?

I shot a traitor.
The army might give me a medal.

Please answer the question.

Your Honor?
I'm a good soldier?

The F.B.I. arrested him for...

The witness will answer
the questions asked.

Sergeant Meacham!

Did you shoot Frank Elliot?

No! 'Cause if I pulled the trigger,
he'd be dead now!

What the hell is going on? Even I know
you're never supposed to ask a question
you don't know the answer to.

I wouldn't worry about it.
George Meacham's credibility
is shot to hell.

More importantly,
to make out a justification defense,
he first has to admit that he did it.

As of now
he has no defense at all.

Unless the jury actually
believes he didn't do it.

And we all know there's just
too much circumstantial evidence
for that to happen.

So, you're saying
this is a good thing?

The defendant changing his testimony
on the stand can't hurt.

Although, I'd keep
my fingers crossed...

the jury doesn't think too hard
about those three shots
he fired at you.

I mean, a marksman like Meacham
should have done better.

But he said he'd been drinking for hours.

Yeah, that's probably it.

If George Meacham
didn't pull the trigger,
who could have done it?

We all know that you have a lot
of enemies, but how many of them
carry military weapons...

and were in this hemisphere
on the night that you were shot?

And how many people
knew you were going to leave
the bar at that moment...

to go out to read some gossip
about yourself in the Post?

You know what I don't get, Frank,
is how you missed the gossip when
you read the paper earlier that day

What are you talking about?

You testified about
the headlines in the Post...

on the day that you were shot--
six people killed by a car bomb.

You never got the paper
out of the vending machine,

so you must have read it
before you went out to the club.

Serena, are you suggesting
Mr. Elliot didn't need to
leave the club to buy a paper?

I don't know what you guys
are talking about.

Come to think of it, Frank.
You were over there.
You could have taken a weapon.

- That's ridiculous.
- No, you know what's ridiculous, Jack,

is that the cops never would
have heard of George Meacham...

if that lawyer that Frank slandered...
what was his name...

- Barry Boyd.
- didn't send them in that direction.

Frank, it's a good thing
you turned the cops onto Boyd.

If I were George Meacham's lawyer
I might argue that you
set the whole thing up.

And you'd be laughed
out of the courtroom, Serena.

If Frank shot himself,
someone would have found
the gun at the scene.

Well, hard as it is to fathom,
Frank just might have a friend or two.

You two should go into vaudeville.
What the hell?

What do they say?
Never let the truth
get in the way of a good story.

If you're writing fiction.
Oh, grow up.

I'm not the one who staged
a shooting for self-promotion.

And if I did, how is that
any more fictitious...

than what they expect
the media to do over there?

No one is on trial over there.
Well, maybe they should be.

America deserves the truth,
and that's what I try to report
But what happens when I do?

They slam the lid down,
ship me out and sit me down
in front of 12 guys in uniform...

who tell me
that if I open my mouth again
I can kiss my career good-bye.

We're entitled to a free press,
but the government won't allow it.

That doesn't make what you did
any less despicable.

You want despicable?
What's really despicable...

is the Pentagon using some
fake patriotism to eviscerate
the First Amendment,

and then using the media
to spread that fake patriotism
like manure in a garden.

Look, you can arrest me.
You can charge me
with having myself shot.

But we all know
you can't prove any of it.

Or we could just go to the press
and have you exposed
as a self-important fraud.

Sure you could,

but without three confirmations,
their lawyers won't let them
report any of it.

Three cheers for American justice.

This isn't over.

We'll find the gun.

We'll find the friend who shot you.

Call me when you do.

Sergeant Meacham's already
on a plane headed back to Baghdad.

And Elliot?
On a plane right behind him.

Ready to record for posterity
the spread of democracy
throughout the world.

God bless America.
Here, here.