All language subtitles for JAG - s09e03.en

(piano playing)

MAN:
Enjoy.

The Lechon will be served
in 15 minutes.

(cheering)

Don't get too comfortable,
General.

We will be tested
in the coming days.

My men are up to
the task, Felix.

I don't doubt that.

I was once in your shoes.

(approaching footsteps)

(laughing)

You abuse my trust.
I was just,

uh...
True measure

of any man...

is his willingness
to bear

the consequences
of his actions.

RABB:
Officer Blaisdell.

I was told you
were out here, sir.

Harmon Rabb.

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

to have a smoke?

A healthier one.

Yeah, so my secretary
tells me.

I hear you're bitching
to get off probation.

Well, sir, I'm
type-rated

in seven different
aircraft.

Everything from an
F-14 to a Stearman.

Stearman?

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

I read your folder,
Rabb.

Well, I'm familiar
with a little

of your history,
too, sir.

So you know I'm a relic.

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

about your days in
Air America sometime.

Well, sometime
I may tell you.

Felix Paraiso.

I'm not familiar
with him.

Former Colonel
in the Philippine Army.

A self-styled
military strong man.

Attempted two coups

against sitting
Filipino presidents.

Sounds like he's
got a problem

with authority figures.

Yeah, a messiah complex,

but he does have
a grassroot following,

mostly within the military.

Two years ago,
he got himself elected

to the Philippine
House of Representatives.

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

Greg Ortega.

Greg was tortured
and mutilated before he died.

Locals found him beheaded
in a rice paddy.

Took Ortega months

to get inside
Paraiso's confidence.

He suspected him
of planning something big,

but he never
found out what.

Do we know what
tipped him to Ortega?

Who knows?

Paraiso used his position
of authority

to catch one of our agents
with his pants down.

So what's the mission?

Well, Paraiso does
most of his business

from the backseat
of his car.

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

bugs, GPS,

ultra-selective
chemical sniffer-- the works.

Even his plates and keys

are identical
to Paraiso's town car.

So I'm the
delivery man.

Yup, we booked you
a ticket to Guam.

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

and fly to the Philippines
and drop the vehicle.

Drop it?

You land,

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

exactly, am I
making this drop?
Fazou.

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

Who's picking it up
on the other end?

Two of our field agents

who'll also handle
the car switch in Manila.

What's the downside?

Do you always ask
so many questions?

When my life's
in danger,

I tend to get a
little curious.

Well, there's no downside
for you.

However, the place where
you're dropping the vehicle

is remote, lawless.

You have

a problem?
Uh,

no, no, sir,
I just...

I'm finding myself in
remote, lawless places

a lot recently.

Uh-uh.

Well...

maybe you're just lucky.

He did it.

Captain Tally made
his witch hunt official.

He accused me of plagiarism.

What?

What's he basing it on?

He claims I borrowed ideas
from a history book.

Well, you didn't,
did you?

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

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

I know Captain Tally, too.
I mean,

he's tough,
but he's fair.

Look, Mikey, I
didn't do anything

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

Tally's singling me out.

Why?

What reason does he have
to be picking on you?

'Cause I stand up
for myself.

Captain Tally
doesn't like that.

What are you going
to do about it?

(sighs)
Face an honor board
Monday evening.

Any advice?

Just state your case, Kev.

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

It was just research.

I don't consider
that cheating.

Look, we all read

what's written
in the past

to bolster the
cases we make

in the papers we're
handing in, Mikey.

All of us.

Peer assessment, man.

I need a character witness
who knows me well enough

to comment on my honor.

Look, I want to be there,

but this is a big thing
to ask.

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

if the board decides
Tally's right?

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

but I don't know
what else to do.

Say you'll be there as
a character witness.

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

Be back on Sunday.

Give you my answer then.

Commander O'Neil?

Commander Rabb.

How long have you...?

What, been working
for the spooks?

Pretty much
since you got me cleared

on the harassment charge.

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

So, uh, what made you

jump ship, Commander?

Uh, it's Harm.

Beth.

Guess I pushed
my CO's patience

a little too far this time.

You were asked to leave?

No, I left voluntarily.

I, uh, was asked not to return.

It's a long story.

So, where's the rest
of the crew?

You're looking at it.

I'm pilot and engineer.

I'm riding shotgun?

Uh-oh.

Blaisdell didn't tell you?

No, he, uh...

failed to mention it.
It's all right.

I'll roll with it.

MacKENZIE:
Bud, hand me that stack.

Thanks.

(sighs)

You okay?

Uh...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

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

They're not
sacred writ, Bud.

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

Oh, do you remember this one--
the Moritz case?

Sturgis had Harm charged
with a rule 502 violation,

had him removed
as defense counsel.

That was sweet.

(chuckling)

What about this
one, ma'am?

The Massuco
court-martial.

Remember? He had
you on the stand,

he discredited me,

made both of us
look like idiots.

That was not so sweet.

Are you missing him?

Uh... no.

No, things are working out
pretty well here.

No one's firing automatic
weapons in the courtroom.

That was years ago.
Yeah, well,

the bullet's still
in the ceiling.

And I miss him.

Does the admiral need
all of these reviews

by tonight, ma'am?

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

with the mood he's in.

The admiral's lost confidence
in his staff.

First Turner...

That's my fault.
Then I screwed up.

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

and he's no longer
employed here.

Do you need to leave early?

Mikey is coming up

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

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

when he gets there.
Go ahead.

I'll see you all
at the christening.

Thank you, ma'am.

RABB:
I got a fuel filter
bypass light on number four.

Roger, keep
an eye on it.

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

Do you miss it?

Flying F-14s?

The navy.

Kind of wish my, uh,

career had ended some other way.

How 'bout you?
Well, I've found

a way to fly,
to serve my country,

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

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

to introduce her
as my "roommate."

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

Talking about this stuff

make you uncomfortable?

Well...

if I say yes,
that makes me a Neanderthal.

No, that's not true.

You were the only person
in uniform

with whom I'd ever discussed
my sexual orientation,

and you cut me a break.

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

Good morning, Fazou.

I'm back. Copy?

Copy.

Extraction system armed
and ready.

O'NEIL:
Roger.

Ramp clear.

Ramp open.

O'NEIL:
Stand by. Five,

four,

three, two,

one, go!

Smooth ride
all the way, O'Neil.

Copy that.

Fuel transfer.

Fuel transfer on.

I copy, Rolling
Thunder.

I'm putting you
on the system.

BLAISDELL:
Where's the party?

We are two clicks out from
under the Christmas tree.

Well, you just got
an invitation.

You're needed
back in gift-wrapping.

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

They met the same fate
as Ortega.

There's no time
to send out replacements.

You and your copilot
are in the bird dog seat.

Look, you'll make the switch
in Manila.

You'll enable
the special features,

and you'll get yourselves home.

And, uh... enjoy the drive.

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

Did he just say

the two ground agents
got killed?

Affirmative.

And we've been promoted
to field agents?

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

You worried about this?

Worried?

Let's just say...

I should've known
something like this

was bound to happen.

RABB:
Surface winds easterly,
ten knots.

How much space
do we have?

Not much.

Brakes?
Check.

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

Rutted, but hard-packed,
I hope.

Give me full reverse throttle

on my go.

And...

Go!

Now, that...

was scary.

There it is.

It's hot.

Yeah?

The humidity's good

for your skin.

MIKEY:
A friend at the academy
is in trouble.

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

Huh, he do it?

Says he didn't.

Never lied to me before.

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

As a character witness.

Peer assessment means
as much as grades

at Annapolis.

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

it could affect
the rest of my naval career.

Don't do it, Mikey.

You got to take care
of number one.

Want to give me
a little help here, bro?

Teaching midshipmen
to handle problems

is what the academy
prides itself on, Mike.

Oh, gee, here comes

one of those
tough love moments.

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

take responsibility
for his own actions.

No, I'm betting
that he has

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

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

Here comes
the little guy.

MIKEY:
Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Jimmy,
how you doing?
Say hi!

Hey. Did you ever pick out
a middle name?

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

James Kirk?

Ix-nay on the ame-nay.

You named your son
after Captain Kirk?

(chuckling)

Bud, I thought you
picked that name

because it was historic
and masculine.

All that's still true, sweetie.

Does it really matter

where the name came from?

We'll talk
about this later, Bud.

Hey, hey.

Time for
a wardrobe change.

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

work undercover
in these flight suits.

Anybody home?

Hello?!

Look, there is nothing

on this line
that's going to fit me.

Yeah, it's not a fashion show.

Just grab something. Come on.

Look at you.

And they say a man
with a conscience

can't get ahead
in this kind of work.

Lose the boots.

Yeah, that'll make
the difference.

So have you
given any thought

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

I just figured
we'd check out

the situation
and improvise.

Well,

at least
we've got a plan.

(laughs)

Well, you got a
better suggestion?

Uh...

all right, one of us
creates a diversion

while the other
makes the switch.

Well, don't look at me.

You're certainly more
diverting than I am.

BIG BUD:
I heard you dumped Rabb.

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

Excuse me.
(clears throat)

Admiral...

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

Uh, well, it's
not my call,

but just so you know,

uh, the lieutenant has
the highest fit reps.

Huh.
Mm-hmm.

It's the leg,
isn't it?

Hell of a way
to treat a cripple.

Um...

let me ask you something,
Master Chief.

How did you last
20 years in the navy?

I knew how to play the game,
Admiral.

You got to fight
tooth and nail.

Tooth and nail.

Something my boys
still need to learn.

MacKENZIE:
Midshipman,

you look like a man

with a lot on his mind.

Bud told me
about your dilemma.

Said he and your father

gave you
opposing views.

You here
to break the tie, ma'am?

Run it by me.

Well...

a friend of mine's
been accused of plagiarizing

an essay.

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

Just used someone else's idea.

Well, if the professor
is interested in originality,

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

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

I haven't spoken
to him about it.

Which way are you leaning?

What Midshipman Dupree did,
Colonel...

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

Sometimes when you're
on a deadline

and-and you're tired,

it's easy to get sloppy.

So you're afraid saying no
to your friend

would make you a hypocrite.

Yeah, maybe.

You believe his story?

I don't know.

Oh.

That puts you in a
tricky situation.

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

or do nothing while someone

who might be innocent
is convicted?

Kevin comes
from a poor family, Colonel.

His dad was killed
in a navy training exercise.

His mom raised three kids
on her own.

He's struggled
to get to where he is.

Do I ignore that?

Hard to do.

♪ ♪

Hey, good-looking.

Get lost.

You sure about that?

What is it
that you want?

Somebody to keep me company.

Come on.
No.

I have to stay
by the car.

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

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(laughs)

Was that good for you?

Not if that's it.

That's it.

Hey, where you going?

(groans, yells
in Tagalog)

Oh, no, no, oh!

No, no.

RABB:
Uh, excuse me.

Yes, kaibigan.

You are here
to report a crime?

You know, this is
going to sound funny,

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

The... pretty American lady?

Yes.

You know
your wife is turning tricks

and assaulting chauffeurs?

(chuckles)
Sir, there's no
way she did it.

The victim
has pressed charges.

Well, the victim
is confused.

The victim is a man

who works for a member
of our house of representatives.

He is a very credible witness.

All right, look,
what's the bail?

I'll have money
wired here tonight.

Bail will not be set

until your wife
has been arraigned.

Four days.

Maybe five.

Five days?

I can't wait five days.

Might do you some good.

You look tense, buddy.

Go to the Quiapo,
do some shopping.

Find a marriage counselor.

You know, Sergeant,

what you're doing
here is contrary

to Article 36-A
of the Vienna Convention

on Consular Relations of 1963.

You are in direct violation

of at least 12
bilateral agreements.

Your woman is charged
with attempted murder.

Attempted murder?!

Yes, and you know

what the penalty
in my country is

for attempted murder?

You think you'll still want
your pretty little wife

after she has spent 15 years

inside
a Bilihid prison?

All right, I get it.

What's it going to cost?

What?!

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

where every official
is for sale?!

(speaks Tagalog)
You listen to me.

You just go back
to your nice, comfortable

tourist hotel
and you think about it.

(shouts in Tagalog)

(shouts in Tagalog)

(knocking on door)

MacKENZIE:
Enter.

Quiet, isn't it, ma'am?

Ah, blissfully.
I finished that research

you asked me to do
on Midshipman Dupree.
Great.

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

in trouble before, ma'am.

His navy record is impeccable,

and his marks at the
academy are exemplary.

What else, Coates?

Tough childhood.

Had to make the most
of his opportunities.

No, that's...

your history, Jennifer.

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

Minorities make up
less than 18%

of the student body
at Annapolis.

Coates, are you accusing
the Naval Academy of racism?

No, ma'am, I'm suggesting

that this professor
may be motivated by race.

Or maybe

Midshipman Dupree

simply succumbed
to the pressures of the academy.

That seems out
of character, ma'am,

though it can't be easy
to shoulder the expectations

of an entire race,
or class...

or gender.
Now you're trying

to use my history
to influence me.

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

as a female
marine officer,

you'd want to see

Midshipman Dupree
get a fair shot.

Hmm.

RABB:
Blaisdell,

we've got a situation.

O'Neil was picked up

by State House Security.

The police are playing hardball.

What's she charged with?

Attempted murder.

Paraiso's chauffeur
got a little too friendly.

It was self-defense.

Well, surely,

you can persuade this chauffeur

to recant his statement.

Well, I would
if I could find him.

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

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

and what he had for lunch.

(knocking)

MacKENZIE:
Sir?

What's on your mind, Mac?

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

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

You going to ask me
for a donation?

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

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

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

has been quiet.

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

I-I'd like to drive to Annapolis

and speak
with one of the professors

about an Honor Board hearing.

Why?

It's a friend

of Lieutenant Roberts'
brother, sir.

The question stands.

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

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

Probably not.

Do what you need to, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

(music playing, people talking)

Oh, hi, sir.

Not tonight, ladies.

I'm looking
for Petto Santos.

Hey, baby.

(man talking, women giggling)

(women giggling)

RABB:
Your boss know

where you take his car at night?
(women gasp)

Who are you?
Easy.

I work for your wife.

Magdalena is going
to take the kids

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

as an honest man.

We could call her.

She might forgive you.

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

to keep this meeting
between the two of us.

No deal.

Please...

for my children.

You had a friend of mine
arrested.

I get it now.

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

Well, obviously,
there's no permanent damage,

so, what's it going to be?

I'll drop the charges...
tomorrow.

You'll drop the charges tonight.

(knocking)

MAN:
What is it?

MacKENZIE:
Captain Tally?

I was, uh,

I was wondering if we could...

Sorry, Colonel.

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

have been known to stop by
for a preemptive strike.

Come in.
Thank you.

(chuckles)
I have to be honest, Captain.

I came here expecting
to ask a white professor

if he was singling out
an African-American student.

Midshipman Kevin Dupree.

You saw his record,
race and all,

and decided he needed
you as an advocate.

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

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

We had to work harder
to get the same rewards.

Is Midshipman Dupree
working harder?

A lot of minorities
are still struggling,

waiting for the legal remedies
to give them a chance.

Kevin Dupree is not one of them.

How exactly is he failing?

He's not failing.

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

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

Why is he even here at all?

Heady combination of guilt
and optimism brought him here.

People passed him on without
undue examination because

he showed great
promise.

Huh.

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

Occupational
hazard for a JAG,

I would imagine.

Something in the way
you were questioning me

made me think you were a lawyer.

Guilty as charged.

Thank you for your time,
Captain.

Pleasure.
(phone rings)

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

COATES:
Ma'am, have you spoken

to Captain Tally yet?

Just finished, Coates,

and now I'm really on the fence.

Well, I started thinking
about the reports

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

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

Found his old English teacher,
now retired.

Called him at his home
in Florida.

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

Well, how come no one ever
reported it?

Well, apparently
this English teacher did,

but Kevin had already been
accepted at the academy,

so they swept the charges
under the rug.

I guess the principal
wanted a role model

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

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

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

Jennifer, you tried to help

someone you thought
was being unfairly judged.

Don't ever apologize for that.

(thunder rumbling)

(phone ringing)

Rabb.

BLAISDELL:
Papa's got a brand-new bag.

You talking about our target?

Thank you for...

Wasted no time
in getting to work.

But our gear in the asset

has already paid off.

Our subject is planning
something at his workplace.

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

I don't think that's the plan.

Our target already had a guest
in the asset,

and face recognition technology
confirms

he's active duty military.

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

That means
that he was in the same room

with a plastic explosive.

You think he's planning
another coup?

We do. Can't let it happen.

The Philippines are

are a staging ground
for terrorists.

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

Well, what can we do?

Well, all our

local agents
and the president's men

are known to Paraiso.

You and your partner
have fresh faces.

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

so, uh, go to work.

Roger that.

You feel like
staying undercover?

(sighs)

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

MacKENZIE:
You made up your mind?

Yes, ma'am.

I intend to stand
by my friend.

I think it's only fair
to tell you

that Midshipman Dupree
may not be the friend

you think he is.

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

He's asking you
to defend a lie.

(sighs) If you'll
excuse me, ma'am,

I have to get to
the honor board.

You're still going?

I promised I'd be there,

and I intend to keep
my word, Colonel.

Good evening, ma'am.

O'NEIL:
Harm, wait a second.

Look at how we're
dressed. Come on.

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

is probably nursing the
black eye I gave him.

We got a way in
right here.

Don't worry about it.
Come on.

Okay.

(phone beeps)

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

Our subject is in motion.

Does he have the device
with him?

Negative.

He wouldn't get his hands dirty
like that.

He's coming to the party
to avert suspicion.

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

How long do we have?

To stay longer than 30
minutes would be foolish.

BLAISDELL:
Rabb, he's exiting the asset.

You're safe

as long as our friend
is in the building.

Keep your head low.

BLAISDELL:
Now, I got a plan
of the building

from the Manila
Historical Society,

but unfortunately
it predates a '70s remodel,

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

Well, that's a comfort.

There's a hallway
off the grand salon,

south of the rotunda.

Find it.

Let's go.

Paraiso's planning
to dine and dash.

Homicidal and rude.

RABB:
We're here.

There should be a door
to your left.

Leads to the basement.

Got it.

Rabb, you're cutting out.

I'm guessing you're in.

Look for the gas main.

Our friend is smart enough
to put the device

where it'll cause
the most damage.

Harm?

Harm.

We found it.

We found the device.

Elvis has left the building.

You are now on borrowed time.

(radio static,
indistinct audio)

Repeat, Rabb,
you're cutting out.

Fail-safe.

(radio static)

(sighs)

We're on our own.

Find something to
cut the wire with.

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

Are you always this bad
at following orders?

When I'm the one
in charge,

yes.

(sighs)

PARAISO:
To a new beginning

for the Philippines.

And freedom from
foreign influence.

This is the best
I could find.

(sighs)

Well, they normally

make the black
the ground.

Wait!

That's what they want you to do.

Everybody knows the black wire
is the ground.

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

Probably.

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

(sighs)

No, I-I'm right about this.

I've spent my whole life
fooling people.

(beeps)

Let's go.

(whistle blowing)

(whistle blowing louder)

(tires squealing)

"So widespread
were the ramifications

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

"at the Chosin Reservoir

"that army morale would suffer
for more than a decade

after the end of
hostilities in Korea."

This is the opinion
of a top military strategist.

It seems

Midshipman Dupree
shares that opinion.

His essay is based
on the same idea

with very little deviation.

(foghorn blowing in distance)

Midshipman Roberts.

Midshipman Dupree and I
shared quarters at Bancroft.

We met last year
when we were both plebes.

And, uh...

there were times when I think
I would have washed out

if it hadn't been
for his support.

CHAIRPERSON:
This panel is convened

to decide the charge of academic
plagiarism, Midshipman.

Do you have anything to say
on that subject?

When I found out
about the charges

against Midshipman Dupree,
I asked my brother,

a JAG lawyer, for his opinion.

He suggested
I take responsibility

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

Midshipman Dupree

has worked hard
to get here.

But it takes more than that.

It takes accountability.

Respect for the rules.

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

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

CHAIRPERSON:
That is your right.

I didn't think
I was doing anything wrong

when I took that strategist's
opinion in that book

and based my essay on it.

Obviously, Captain Tally
feels differently about it.

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

to put his reputation
on the line for mine.

I cut corners because
I felt pressured

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

people wanted, was
for me to succeed.

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

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

I shouldn't have tried

to drag you into this.

A moment, if I may?

It's my opinion
that Midshipman Dupree

is capable of both
the academic excellence

and the honor required
to complete academy training.

He has simply never had
those things

demanded of him,

nor has he ever demanded
those things of himself.

I respectfully suggest
to the board

that he be placed
on one-year honor remediation.

Do you understand
what this means,

Midshipman Dupree?

Yes. Uh, loss of privileges
and whatever

punitive measures
that the board sees fit,

but... I can stay.

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

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

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

Thank you, Midshipmen.

Thank you, Captain.

There was a minute
back there

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

Thank you for getting me
out of jail.

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

Yeah?

What happened
to your last partner?

Uh... we just kind of burned out

on each other,
I guess.

Time to move on?

Yeah.

You still speak?
No.

Not in a while, anyway.

Was that your choice?

Mostly.

Well, when you start talking
to each other again,

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

You ready for that to happen?

Greener pastures?

Why not?

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

Make me an offer.

See what happens.

I'm kidding.

(laughs)

(automatic gunfire)

(shouting)

(honking horn)

Señor!

(shouting and honking
continue)

O'NEIL:
Dead end?

Where the hell are we?

We're out of road.

Where's the damn crate?

Where's the plane?

(sighs)

(brakes squealing)

(shouting)

I see it.

(engines whining)

ATT up.

Sorry. Force of habit.

Go for it.

Engine master.
On.

Starting engine one.

Roger.

(shouting)

Engine two.

Go on two.

Engine three.

O'NEIL:
Go on three.

Starting engine four.

Four is go.

Paraiso's friends are back.

JATO master switch on.

JATO on.

Brace yourself.

Fire the JATO!

(yells)

Whoo!

(laughs)

BLAISDELL:
Good work, extended warranty.

Paraiso and his accomplice
have been neutralized

by the Philippine Army,

and you both have earned
field agent status,

if you want it.

(sighs) I've...

had enough excitement
for one day, thank you.

What about you, Commander?

Commander?

I'm thinking.