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Excuse me.

- Pardon me.
- Sure.

Excuse me.

Major, there you are.
You have an urgent phone call.

Who is it? I'm late for a meeting.

A Father Genaro.

I don't know who that is.

He's a Catholic priest from Fresno.

Okay. Take a message.

Ma'am,
I really think you should take this call.

This is Major MacKenzie.

Sarah MacKenzie?

- That's right.
- I'm Father Genaro.

I'm a Franciscan priest

and the administrator
at the Hospice of the Sacred Heart

in Fresno, California.

I've been talking to a man
I don't think will last the week.

He's been asking for you,
so I looked you up.

I'm sorry.
I think you have the wrong MacKenzie.

Really?

May I ask you,
is your father's name Joseph?

Your father came in last week.

The cancer, it seems,
has travelled to the liver,

which was apparently
not in very good shape to begin with.

- Father, do you need money?
- Oh, no, no, no.

We don't charge.

We're set up principally
for those who can't pay.

Joseph and I talked.

He's accepted his fate.

But there seems
to be a great deal of psychic pain.

- I guess he wants to--
- Father Genaro,

I haven't seen my father
since I was 17.

We were estranged.

Yes, that's been confirmed by him.

But I would...

What do I call you, miss?

- Missus?
- "Major" is fine.

Major.

Major,
I think that's the point of my call.

I believe it would be of great comfort
to your father

if you and other members
of your family were present.

In fact,
I've been trying to reach your mother.

Do you know
where I could contact her?

No.

Oh, I...

I believe he would want
the both of you here.

You know, to settle things.

Major?

Blacksburg Unicom.

This is Stearman November
Romeo 153

for a straight-in approach
on Runway 2-4.

Blacksburg Unicom,
no other traffic in the pattern.

Roger, Blacksburg Unicom.

One-five-three. Key on 135.0.

Click twice for runway lights.

You know, the sun was setting,

and I hadn't checked my night vision
in a while.

I drive at night.

I can find the light switch
in the dark.

- Maybe it's okay now.
- It's not okay.

- You have scars on both retinas.
- They're from a bout of toxoplasmosis

I contracted about ten years ago.

What made you think
they'd gone away?

And don't tell me
the Navy doctors told you

to eat carrots and drink cod-liver oil.

If you're serious
about improving your condition,

you're gonna have to face surgery.

Well, doc,
according to my research,

night blindness
is not surgically treatable.

You don't have night blindness.
You were misdiagnosed.

You have blurred vision
as a result of the scarring.

During daylight hours,
it's inconsequential.

It's evident at night.

You can make this go away?

Through a process
called laser oblation.

I've done six of these procedures.
One on a commercial pilot.

- Is he flying?
- All the time.

What are the risks?

There's a chance you could experience
further reduction of your normal vision.

- Meaning?
- Meaning,

you might never step into the cockpit
of another airplane.

Hey.

This is not a good time, Harm.

Okay. No problem.

How about now?

Talk to your friends.

My father's dying.

I'm sorry.

I'm a little confused.

- Your father drank, right?
- Often.

I think you told me
that he abused your mother.

Yeah. Just as often.

I guess I was under the impression
you didn't care about him.

I don't. He asked for me.

He's in a hospice
in Central California.

- You still angry at him?
- No, I'm over that.

So go.

Well, the reason I'm over it

is because I stopped making him
a part of my life.

I don't think about him.

I mean, I don't even acknowledge
his existence.

So, what are you upset about?

I don't know.

Well, maybe you should find out.

What would I say?

Go with an open mind.
It might turn out better than you think.

Maybe he wants to bequeath you
a hundred-acre ranch in Texas,

introduce you to a twin sister
you never knew you had.

No more death this year.

It's not worth the anguish.

Let me tell you something
I've been thinking about lately.

Unfinished business.

Don't make this about your father,
Harm. It's not the same.

This is something altogether different,
Mac.

Why is it that we think
it's a good idea to bury things,

you know,
to pretend that they don't matter?

You see, you don't realise
what kind of an influence

your father's been on you, Mac.

Think about it.
You joined the Marine Corps.

You're an alcoholic.

My father had nothing to do
with my becoming a Marine.

And I'll take the responsibility
for my drinking problem. Thank you.

Your relationships with men.

- Okay, you need to go now.
- You're angry, Mac.

- Harm.
- You just don't know it.

You're badgering me.

Look, you need to go down there,

look him in the eye
and tell him how you feel.

And if I don't?

Carry him with you
the rest of your life.

Every time you put on that uniform,
he'll be there.

Every tray of martinis that passes
will smell like him.

Every time a man tells you
you're worth something,

you push him away.

But the way I see it,
you have two choices:

You can choose to ignore it
or you can move past it.

At the moment, they're concentrating
on transmission problems

with the phone lines,
a faulty Kodak board

or a corrupted computer.

And that's the...

That's the progress
that we have made in three days?

I'm afraid so, sir.

Well, Tiner, that's a...

That's an option a day.

We do have
the video cameras working, sir.

Well, I have a very simple
question for you.

Will Commander Rabb and I
be able to video conference

with the CNO
tomorrow as scheduled?

That's the plan, sir.

Because if we can't, Tiner,
if we can't,

we'll have to fly
to the U.S.S. Corregidor,

where he's presently visiting,

and discuss
the Horse Slaughter trial aboard ship.

Yes, sir. I'm aware
of the inconvenience factor, sir.

And as manager of this project,

I assume that you're also aware of how
I might react if that becomes a reality.

Painfully, sir.

Where the hell is Rabb?

I believe
you gave him the morning off, sir.

Why?

He asked for it, sir?

Tiner, do you consider me soft?

Hardly, sir.

Just checking.

- Don't look at me like that.
- I'm not.

- Where's the beer?
- We're out.

There was a six-pack
in here this morning.

You drank it!

- No, don't.
- You hid it from me, didn't you?

Sarah, get your ass down here
and take my shoes off now.

No, Sarah. You stay in bed.

Damn it!

Please. No, don't!

I'm sorry.

Why did I do that?
Baby, are you all right?

- I'm okay, Joe.
- Are you all right?

- God, I love you. I just--
- I know, Joe, I love you.

My God. It's swelling.

- It's okay, Joe.
- Let me get some ice.

What's on your mind, commander?

Well, sir, I was wondering
if I could have the afternoon off.

This afternoon?

I haven't forgotten that we're to be
video conferencing with Admiral Drake.

I talked to Lieutenant Roberts.

As co-counsel,
he's agreed to take my place, sir.

The lieutenant is new to the case.

I realise that, sir,
but I can assure you he's on top of it.

Didn't I give you
yesterday morning off?

Yes, sir, you did. And I appreciate it.

- This is the follow-up, sir.
- To what?

To a medical procedure, sir.

Minor surgery.

I need the remainder of the day
to recover.

I've asked the lieutenant to place the
notes from the meeting on my desk.

I'll come in later and catch up.

Oh, so you spoke to him
before you spoke to me?

Sir, it's just that the doctor
has an opening later today,

and if I don't take this now,
I'll have to wait six weeks.

Permission denied.

- But, sir--
- We're short-staffed, commander.

Major MacKenzie,
Commander Brumby are on leave.

- Admiral--
- Why can't this wait?

Well, I guess I'm just eager
to have it done, sir.

- Well, is your health in risk?
- I'd have to say no to that, sir.

Good God,
it's not plastic surgery, is it?

No, admiral.

It's my eyes, sir.

Does this have career implications?

Well, sir, it gives me options.

Are you unhappy here, commander?

I can assure you, admiral,
this has nothing to do with JAG.

Go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

Major?

Father Genaro.

Welcome.

Was your flight all right?

It was fine.

About your father...

- I noticed he's asleep.
- Well, actually--

Yeah, I should probably check
into the hotel first anyway.

Maybe you can call me
when he wakes up.

Sure.

- Are there visiting hours?
- No.

- You're allowed to be here at any time.
- Okay, then.

Your father slipped into a coma
just under an hour ago.

- Will he come out of it?
- No, I don't think so.

I'm deeply sorry.

He would have wanted to see you.

I hope you can take comfort
in the fact

that you were here
while he was still alive.

Saint Peter tells us:

All flesh is as the grass,

and all the glory of man
as the flower of grass.

The grass withereth,
and the flower thereof falleth away:

But the word of the Lord
endureth forever.

Major, are you all right?

- Major? No, no.
- You can't do this to me.

- You can't do this to me!
- Major, please!

- Nurse!
- Do you hear me?

You can't die yet. Do you hear me?

- Do you hear me?
- Major, please.

The satellite transmission's
coming through, sir.

Good afternoon, admiral.
How are things aboard ship?

Good afternoon, admiral, lieutenant.

Things are stretched
to the limit by Kosovo.

But that's my headache.
Let's discuss yours.

Where's Rabb?

The commander
was unable to attend.

Lieutenant Roberts is co-counsel.

He's taking his place.

- You're familiar with the case?
- Yes, sir.

Two SEALs
and a Marine are charged

with slaughtering 24 wild horses
in Wyoming.

All three are pleading not guilty.

The commander and I
are representing the two SEALs.

The Marine's family
has retained a civilian attorney, sir.

Well, due to the particularly
heinous nature of this crime,

I wanted to brainstorm ways
of avoiding a sensational trial.

Any suggestions?

Yes, sir. Actually, I...

What the hell?

We've lost transmission, sir.

But you know that.

- Get him back, Tiner.
- Yes, sir.

I thought they fixed this damn thing.

They did, sir. They finally located
the problem at the inverse mux.

The what?

The inverse multiplexing box
that terminates the phone line.

It's where the ISDN PRI line
enters the system, sir.

Okay, sir.

My suspicions were correct.

Things here are fine.

It must be the main fuse box.

- Do you want some help?
- Please, sir.

Inverse mux.

Is there a problem, major?

I put in my money,
I pushed the button.

And nothing came out.

- What did you want?
- Root beer.

- Would cola suffice?
- No.

Why don't I send one of the nurses
to a convenience store?

- What brand do you prefer?
- Don't send anyone.

- How about a glass of iced tea?
- I don't drink it.

- Lemonade.
- Father.

I think we have one
of those punch mixes in the kitchen.

- I'll just go get it.
- It's not about the drink.

I don't care about the drink.

Is that not clear to you?

- It is.
- Then why are you asking?

I'll give you anything if it gets you
to stop kicking this machine.

People are dying here.

I'm sorry.

- Would you like to talk about it?
- No.

Okay.

Well, I'm here and about.

If you change your mind
and you can't find me, just holler.

No, don't do that.

Come find me, please.

I'll most likely be in my office
at the end of the hall.

You know, Father,
you don't have to worry about me.

I can control myself.

Good.

I'm glad you said that.

Not just for the patients,
but for yourself as well.

I believe that time spent here
can be useful.

- Useful?
- In helping you accept certain things.

Many visitors and family members find
they have issues that need resolving.

Certain feelings come up.

They find themselves frightened,
confused.

- Angry?
- Certainly.

I'm not angry.

- You're not?
- I am furious.

My father was a first-class
drunken son of a bitch.

- Major, please.
- He drove my mother away.

And he made my teenage years
hell on earth.

- Hell is only in the afterlife.
- He had a rotten soul.

He didn't deserve
to live as long as he did.

He hasn't passed yet.

Jesus said,

"Let not the sun go down
upon your wrath."

That may work for you, Father,
not for me.

I'd like to book a flight to D.C.

- Where does it stop over?
- You have to take a flight to Orlando.

Orlando? Are you kidding?

That's the only way
we can get you a flight.

How long a wait
for a connecting flight?

Oh, forget it.
I could walk there faster.

- Is there anything else?
- Not until 3 tomorrow.

Okay, fine. Three tomorrow.

I don't care. Just get me out of here.

The fuse is blown, sir.

Do you have another?

No, sir.

And the nearest electronics store
is in Crystal City.

If I don't get this happening soon,

the old man will kick my butt
back to Norfolk.

Well, what are the alternatives?

We bypass the fuse and tap
into the emergency power supply.

- The generator?
- It won't last long.

But it shouldn't compromise
anything that's running.

- You know how to do this?
- Yes, sir.

When I was in junior college,

I borrowed juice
from the stadium's emergency unit.

- You stole it?
- I had an uncompromising budget, sir.

Will we have enough time
to complete the meeting?

How fast do you talk, sir?

I don't get it, Father.

I'm sorry?

I can think
of more productive things to do

than try to save
Joe MacKenzie's soul.

He's a child of God.
His soul belongs in heaven.

Will never happen.

Jesus forgives all
who accept his love.

My father did that?

- Yes, just last week.
- He was scared.

He was looking
for a last-minute reprieve.

No, I believe it was genuine.

He was gripped by the Holy Spirit
to the point of tears.

Now, if he could've done that
when he was born,

well, then we'd have something.

If you don't mind me asking,

if you hate him this much,
why did you come here?

I do mind you asking.

I mind everything about you.

Your wimpiness, your naivet�,
your sanctimony, your presumptions.

What makes you think that you can
walk into the middle of a family

and heal all wounds?

There are scars there, Father,

and what's left of my soul
is covered in them.

- Are you done yet?
- No.

Then go ahead. I'm listening.

Don't turn the other cheek.
It just makes me wanna smack it.

You're right
about your first observation.

I am a wimp. That said,
I'm less naive than I appear to be.

Sometimes I use that quality
to get what I need.

You're wrong about the third point.
I don't presume anything.

Your father accepted our charity

and the conditions
upon which it is given.

Anyone coming in here
should know that or they're naive.

And as for being sanctimonious...

I prefer the term sanctified.

I trust in the love of Jesus
to guide me.

If you don't, that's your problem.

I'm sorry.

You came here to find answers,
right?

I guess.

I know it may be hard
for you to believe,

but your father loved you
very, very much.

I guess that's why he used to refer
to me as his stupid tramp daughter.

He obviously didn't know
how to express it.

The hostility came
from a feeling of inadequacy.

He hated your boyfriends
because they had your respect.

That sent him into a downward spiral.
His drinking got worse.

Much.

How long did you stay with him
after your mother left?

Two years.

My junior year in high school,
I ran away.

Abandonment
is a continuing theme in his life.

What do you know
about the rest of it?

Well,
after his discharge from the corps,

he played drums with a roadhouse
band, travelled around a lot,

was employed mostly
as a security guard,

tried opening a frozen-yogurt shop
in Laughlin, Nevada.

It went under.

Spent two years in prison
for tax evasion.

Had girlfriends on and off.

Most of them left at some point,
except one.

And she killed herself.

Wait till Saint Peter
takes a look at that r�sum�.

Well, that's why he wanted you
and your mother here.

To acknowledge
the presence of God,

to apologise for his misspent life
and to ask for your forgiveness.

You know what?

I'm sick of hearing
about his pain and his suffering.

What about my mother?
What about what she went through?

Where was God when he was
smacking her across the room?

Yeah, Father.

I would like to hear your answer.

Okay, sir. Allow me to synopsise.

No leaks, no press briefings.

Comments should be restricted
to the legal aspects.

Anything resembling a moral tone
should be saved for the courtroom.

The investigators
should do the same.

- Correct.
- Anything else, sir?

No, that's fine.

Now what?

We appear
to have a power outage, sir.

Tiner...

My poor feet.

Phlebitis.

Thank God for disability.

You're beautiful.

Even in that uniform.

I didn't join because of him.

- Uncle Matt inspired me.
- How is he?

In Leavenworth, for stealing
the Declaration of Independence.

You know,
I stayed with him for a while.

I don't know anything, honey.

The first I heard about you

was when I got a message
from this priest.

He said you'd be here,
which is why I came.

It certainly wasn't because
of Joe MacKenzie.

- I don't look too good, do I?
- No, just different.

I've only been heavy
for the last few years.

- I'm an embarrassment.
- Please.

You must hate me.

The night I left
was your 15th birthday.

You were at a sleepover
at Cheryl's house, remember?

Your father came home
from the NCO Club,

puked on the kitchen table
and accused me of having an affair.

I tried to calm him down like usual.

This time,
he put a paring knife to my throat.

He drew some blood

and then told me he was gonna
cut me up into little pieces

and use me for rabbit food.

I took the threat seriously.

Where did you go?

Portland.

I didn't plan it.

I just got on a bus
and got off when it stopped.

- What?
- You left me with him.

- Did he hurt you?
- Not physically.

I know he picked on you
and gave you a hard time.

But I also knew
he never would've hurt you.

And that's what let me sleep
at night.

- Why didn't you try to contact me?
- I did.

On and off for the first month,
but he always picked up the phone.

And a letter
would've never gotten by him.

Yeah, but I left him after two years.

I was afraid that you'd be so angry
that you wouldn't believe me.

And I was too fragile
to handle the rejection.

And this time?

This time I said to hell with it.

I'm gonna see my daughter.

How's it feeling?

Everything's fuzzy.

Well, as it should be.

Now, what I'm gonna do

is hold this retinal lens
over your eyeball.

It provides magnification so that I can
see the blood vessels under the retina.

- Okay.
- And then,

we use the argon laser
to destroy the mutants.

You won't feel anything,
but you will see tiny pulses of light.

That's the laser firing
at tenth-of-a-second intervals.

- Are you nervous?
- No.

Then would you mind
not tapping your foot?

- Sorry.
- It's disconcerting.

What about music?

- You're gonna sing now?
- No, I brought a tape.

It's on the table.

Sure.

All right. Hold steady.

Here we go.

He's passing.

Go to him.

Did your mother leave?

She's in the bathroom.

Maybe you'd better get her.

Major, I don't know much,

but I know a soul in torment
when I see it.

He's not even conscious.

I'm not talking about him.

If you're looking for closure,

forgiveness is the only way
to shut down the pain.

- It's too late.
- Not for you.

- I'm okay now.
- The hell you are.

I don't know where that came from.

Father,
you have other patients to care for.

Why is this one so important to you?

Because he's not important to you.

It's his wallet.

Look at it, please.

He's been following your career,
with pride I should add.

But you know
what impressed him the most?

That you were able to rise
above his failure as a father.

Yeah?

What, darling?

It's time.

Would you come in with me?

Honey, I can't.

I know how you feel.

You go in, I'll wait.

Are you sure?

Do you have any hand cream
or anything like that?

Well, not so bad, huh?

- How did it go?
- It went fine.

Now, look, you're gonna
experience some blurring.

Don't worry.

It won't last.

Are there more procedures?

Don't anticipate it.

We'll see.

And if there's improvement,
you should be good for at least a year.

Wait a minute.
This isn't permanent?

Can be.

Relax.
You're getting ahead of yourself.

Well, when will we know?

Well, aside from the scarring,

you have a healthy
ocular environment.

You should start seeing improvement
within the next 12 hours.

Oh, I'm gonna have to ask you
to control your enthusiasm.

There's something
I never told you, doc.

It's a...

As a result of this eye problem,

I crashed a $55-million aircraft
onto the deck of a carrier.

My radar-intercept officer died
in the accident.

Why do I need to know this?

Because I'm beginning to think
this whole thing was a fool's errand.

Who am I kidding?

To think that I could ever have a shot
at getting back up there.

Look, you're just suffering
from postop anxiety.

You felt compelled to do this
out of a desire to return to a skill

that you once had mastered.

No one can fault you
for trying to complete your dream.

His hand tightened before he went.

It was a squeeze.
He was thankful for your forgiveness.

Probably a muscle spasm.

Beyond this shore
and the farther shore,

beyond the beyond, where there
is no beginning and no end,

without fear, go.

Is that a Catholic verse?

It's Buddhist.

Don't tell the monsignor.

I've never seen a priest cry.

I do it all the time.

Are you all right?

I don't think so.

It'll take a while.

Yeah, I suppose.

This is a really good thing
you're doing here.

Thank you.

Well, that took long enough.

You don't care, not even a little bit?

I care.

I've been waiting for this all my life.

He got to you, didn't he?

- Would you hold me?
- Oh, baby.

Come here.

That's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Wow, I just had d�j� vu.

I was upset
and you were holding me.

I was crying
over losing that big, white mutt.

What was his name? Ruggles?

Ruggles.

That's right. He ran away.

Wait.

No, it was Dad who was holding me.

It was you who ran away, and you
took the dog with you, didn't you?

He followed me, darling.

He was running alongside the bus.
I had to beg the driver to let him in.

I mean,
I couldn't have taken him back.

No.

So I kept him.

- He liked you.
- Yeah.

He used to come to you
with that rope in his teeth

and you would swing him
around the linoleum.

- What happened to him?
- What?

Ruggles. Did he die?

Oh, I'm sure.

It's been some 17-odd years.

You don't know?

Oh, honey.

I travelled around so much,

and I don't even know
how it happened, really.

I was halfway to Utah

when I realised I'd left him
at a boarding house.

He was so big
and so hard to travel with.

I didn't have a car.

And they loved him there.

I'm sure
they took very good care of him.

- What are you talking about?
- The dog.

- He was left--
- Abandoned.

Honey...

You know, I've been thinking.

Joe MacKenzie was a confused
and miserable drunk, but I left him.

He paid the bills
and he tried to cook.

And he looked at my homework.

God, he even cleaned the house.

He made a home for me
in his own pathetic way.

What I'm saying is that,
that almost means more to me

than you coming back
after all these years.

Why should I care

if you were frightened
that I might reject you?

You rejected me.

You abandoned me.

And I did the same thing
to my father.

It's for the best, I guess.

If I'd been with you,

I probably would've woken up
one morning to find you gone again.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I've never been much good to anybody,
not even myself.

Stop it.

I forgive you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

To bury my father.

Lieutenant?

What's the word?

Apparently, the main and the auxiliary
switch boxes are fried, sir.

- There's wax all over my desk.
- I'll help you clean that up.

No, I don't want you to clean it up.
I want incandescent illumination.

I wish I could help you with that, sir.

Is Tiner with them?

When last I looked, yes, sir.

Get me an ETR.

Right away, sir.

Harriet?

Dadgum it.

Harriet?

He caught me.