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We're ready to go
to shore, Skipper.

You sure about that?

You boys are going
to miss Navy grub.

We're marines.
We eat sand.

Launch them.

Aye, aye, sir.

Bridge, TAO.

R.P.V. Target aircraft
has been launched.

Request batteries released.

Permission granted.
Release batteries.

Release batteries.

Release batteries, aye.

Sir, we have a problem.

Bridge, TAO.

We have an apparent
circuit card casualty

to our remote control panel.

Local control panel
will take over.

Should we have the aircraft
go around again?

H-hour plus three.

Negative. Tell local control
panel: release batteries.

TAO:
LCP, take control.
Release batteries.

Wow.

Release batteries,
aye, sir.

I have recommend fire, sir.

Then do it, Roberts.

-Cease fire!
-Cease fire!

Cease fire. Aye, sir.

What happened?

[
theme song playing
]

ROBERTS:
I cannot tell you how honored

I am...

HARRIET:
That makes him
sound inarticulate--

like why can't
he tell them?

"It is with great humility
I accept

this honor that...
"

HARRIET: Wimpy.

Admiral Chegwidden
is not wimpy.

HARRIET: Then maybe
he should be writing
his own speeches.

Is there something
the matter, dear?

This dress makes
me look so fat.

Honey, you're pregnant.

You're supposed to look fat.

How fat am I supposed
to look, Bud?

Like a station wagon?
Like a blimp?

Like Mount Washington? What?

Why don't you
just buy a new dress?

'Cause it'd be a waste of money

unless we're invited
to accompany the guest of honor

to the Surface Warfare Ball
every time I'm pregnant,

which I guarantee you
I will never be again.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Yes, this is Lieutenant Roberts.

That's right.

What happened?

-HARRIET: What is it?
-When?

Were there any casualties?

Just a second.
What is it?

It's my little brother.

He almost killed 15 marines.

ROBERTS:
His ship is taking part in
an amphibious landing exercise

off the Florida panhandle, sir.

Oh, the one that local
environmentalists are

launching rowboats to interfere
with our operations?

Yes, sir, and
flying kites, too.

Mikey's on the
Wake Island.

He's a fire controlman
on the CIWS gun.

I thought he was training
to be a radar operator.

He changed
his mind.

He gets to use radar
as a fire controlman

and he gets to fire a gun

that shoots
6,000 rounds a minute.

I suppose
that sounds like more fun.

Unless you're one of
the marines in the Amtrac

that nearly got hit, sir.

That was
your
brother's fault?

They haven't started
an investigation yet,

but they're blaming him.

I'd like permission
to go out there, sir.

Lieutenant, you can't
investigate a case

involving your own brother.

I know, sir,
but I can defend him

if it goes to a court-martial

and I can start
preparing it,
just in case.

Sir, I've already
finished the brief

on the Hernandez appeal,
and Lieutenant Singer

can take care of
the pretrial motions on Curtis.

Roberts, I have to give that
damn speech in three days.

I'll be back in time, sir.

Take your laptop.

PILOT:
Tower, Nighthawk 0-4
reporting final.

TOWER:
0-4,

you are clear to land
on spot five.

PILOT:
Roger that. Spot five.

Welcome aboard the
Wake
Island,
sir. Right this way.

He's right through here, sir.

Thank you.

Bud!

Lieutenant.

Just Bud. At ease.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to help you if I can.

They say I messed up
the no-engage sectors,
Bud, but I didn't.

Maybe I did.

Mikey, they haven't even
done an investigation yet.

Why are you
in the brig?

I told the X.O.
I didn't do anything wrong.

A little too loud, I guess.

Captain's Mast-- he
gave me bread and
water, three days.

Dad was right about me.

I can't do anything right.

Mikey, that's not true.

Besides, I wouldn't believe
what Dad said about anybody.

You got away from him.

You were smart enough, Bud.

You are, too.

I nearly killed those marines.

It was my gun.

It was my responsibility.

We don't know that yet.

I made Petty Officer
third class, Bud.

I didn't tell you.
I wanted it to be
a surprise.

The Captain busted me
back down to Seaman.

I'll probably go
all the way to Apprentice.

I'll just do my time
and I'll do the Navy a favor

and I'll leave.

So, are you taking Renee?

Yeah. She canceled
her trip to Hollywood.

Says she can hobnob
with movie stars any time

but something called
"Surface Warfare Ball"

is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

-How about you?
-Ah, I'm going stag.

When you're dating someone
10,000 miles away...

If you'd like, ma'am, I could
ask my date if he has a friend.

He's a Lieutenant
Commander assigned
to the Joint Chiefs.

Hmm, you ought

to take her up on that, Mac.

You get an escort and help
your career at the same time.

Stag will be fine

but thanks.

Yes, ma'am. Let me know
if you change your mind.

You could have insulted her.

That crack about
helping my career.

No, ma'am, he couldn't.

It's a big Navy--
we all need to be practical.

SAILOR:
Your brother's
a great guy, sir.

He's really training me great.

Thank you, Seaman.

You were there
when it happened?

Yes, sir.

We were shooting at
a self-propelled drone,

practicing knocking down
incoming missiles.

It was really cool, sir.

I guess it was up to a point.

I saw your brother dial
in the no-engage sectors

just like he was supposed to.

Now, what exactly
are those, Seaman?

They block
the gun from firing

in a certain direction, sir.

Like the direction
the marines were in?

WATSON:
That's right, sir.

People were pretty upset
after the mishap.

The marines were
looking for a scalp.

So, my brother's
a scapegoat?

I don't know
about that, sir.

He
was
firing
the weapon.

Well, do you think
he screwed up?

I checked his panel
after the mishap, sir,

and the no-engage sector
was set right:

from 170 to 210

relative to the orientation
of the ship.

That's where the marine Amtracs
were supposed to be.

So it wasn't his fault?

Sir, maybe he realized
he messed up

then reset the sector
before I got to it.

Or it was a mechanical problem.

I can't find one, sir.

And we have
stripped that gun

clear down to the deck.

You say that the Amtrac

was supposed to be in
the no-engage sector.

What if it wasn't?

Then, Lieutenant,

you're going to have
to tell it to the marines.

SHEETS:
We were heading
toward shore, sir,

getting pushed around
pretty good by the current

and I looked out
the window,

saw rounds hitting
the water.

Now, you were steering,
Lance Corporal?

Yes, sir, I was
the driver.

I thought this was
already settled, sir.

It was that sailor.

I spoke with
the wave guide officer.

He said that he had
to correct your course.

Yes, sir.

We were romeo romeo--

too far to the right--

but I did correct it.

How do you know that,
Lance Corporal?

The Amtrac doesn't have radar,
does it?

No, sir. We generally
orient ourselves

to a point on shore,
like a big tree.

You were two miles out.

Could you even see a tree?

No, sir, it was kind of hazy.

How do you know
you weren't off course?

'Cause I was with
the other Amtracs, sir.

How do you know that
they
weren't off course?

At ease.

Lieutenant, is this
a safety investigation?

No, sir.

A JAGman investigation?

No, sir.
Actually, it's unofficial.

Well, don't they give you
enough official work

in the JAG corps
to keep you busy?

Yes, sir. It's just...

my brother is Seaman
Mike Roberts, sir.

The sailor that almost killed
Lance Corporal Sheets here.

Maybe, sir. That's what
I'm trying to find out.

Dismissed, Marine.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now, what would Lance Corporal
Sheets know about this?

He might know whether his Amtrac
was in the correct position.

I spoke with
the wave guide officer

who said that they had
to correct their course...

Did he? You're not trying

to weasel your brother
out of trouble

by blaming the men
that he endangered, are you?

I'm just trying to establish
if there might have been

a contributing factor
to the mishap.

There wasn't,
and this unofficial

investigation is over,
Lieutenant.

Sir, if there's
anything to discover,

it's best that it

come out sooner
rather than later.

Are you accusing me
of a cover-up, Lieutenant?

It's in everyone's interest
to find out what happened, sir.

You didn't answer
my question, son.

Well, sir, you are being
less than fully cooperative.

Am I?

CHEGWIDDEN:
Dr. Walden has this idea
that we should meet

before the ball
and go in together.

Oh, that'd be
a good idea, sir.

Be like a military escort
for you.

"Military escort"? No, no.

She wants a chance
to talk with my "friends."

Are we friends here?

Well, I'd like to think so, sir.

I don't think friends
call each other "sir."

Well, adding a woman
to your life

certainly raises
new questions

doesn't it, Admiral?

Hmm... a couple of guys
talking about women.

You think that's what
she had in mind?

[both chuckle]

[intercom buzzes]

TINER: Sir, the
Wake Island's
X.O. is on line one.

Chegwidden.

That's right. What about him?

What?

[
sighs
]

All right.
Thanks for letting me know.

Is there a problem, sir?

Lieutenant Roberts apparently
got a little over-enthusiastic

in his brother's defense.

Did you bring any cold cuts?

TOWER:
Forty-six recovery complete.

Clear deck
for fixed wing launch.

Welcome aboard the
Wake Island,
Colonel.

They're waiting for
you in the brig.

Lead the way.

MacKENZIE:
Thank you.

So, what are you boys in for?

Disrespectful conduct,
ma'am.

At ease.

Sit down, Mikey.

Technically, I'm not
confined, ma'am.

Oh, so these bars
are theoretical?

The marine commander
felt I was conducting

my investigation of the mishap
in the wrong place.

He suggested that I question
my brother instead

for 24 hours.

And what has he told you?

Not a lot, ma'am.

He's pretty down on himself.

Gee, I wonder why.

Why do you always
have to go

straight for the wisecracks,
Mikey?

Why not? I shouldn't have been
a fire controlman--

I should have been
a Navy court jester.

It's our father, ma'am.

If he wasn't hitting Mikey,
he was putting him down.

No, maybe he just knew
a loser when he saw one.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

I'm okay, ma'am.

I get out of here
in a few hours, anyways.

Well, maybe we can bust you out
too, Lieutenant.

We need to clear him, ma'am.
You're a marine.

You can break through
their wall of silence.

You're a marine.

You can break through
this Navy crap.

They nearly kill our men,
then smear them with the blame.

Colonel, I know
Lieutenant Roberts.

I'm sure he wasn't
trying to smear anybody.

It's always
a delicate balance

on an amphibious ship,
Colonel,

when you get a thousand sailors
running taxi service

for a thousand marines.

I suppose there must be
a little tension.

The drinking fountains
got turned off yesterday

which teed off the sailors

because my marines
are taking too many showers.

They're taking showers

'cause they're stacked
three-deep on the lower decks

where the rolling
makes them puke.

So, yes, you get
a little tension.

Plus, we're getting
pressure from Washington

to make this exercise work

with a few... special problems.

Like the protesters?

For one.

And they want us to file

an environmental impact
statement.

What are we supposed to say--

"heavy artillery shells

make the daisies bloom?"

Then there's
other problems.

This is a new range
for all of us.

So mistakes are
bound to be made.

Yes, and one was made
on their side of the fence.

Colonel, if Seaman Roberts
did anything wrong,

he
will
be punished.

He's already in the brig
with his brother.

I was just trying to make
a point with the Lieutenant.

He's free to walk out anytime.

That's what I told him, sir.

What else are you going
to get into, Colonel?

Not this ridiculous
investigation

as to whether an Amtrac
was a few yards off course.

No rounds were supposed to land

within a mile of us.

Well, in that case, sir,

I guess I'll start
with the Navy.

CHEGWIDDEN:
It is with great humility
I accept the honor

you have seen fit...

It makes me sound like a wimp!

Do you think so, sir?

This-this is all he wrote
before he left?

Yes, sir.

Has he e-mailed anything?

There's no data line
in the brig, sir.

[sighing]

When he gets home, Lieutenant,
you tell him I want a rewrite.

-Yes, sir.
-Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sir, I've taken over

the Curtis case

while Lieutenant Roberts
is doing...

whatever it is that he's doing.

I heard.

I've got
a search and seizure issue

since the drugs were seized
by Albanian police

without probable
cause.

I don't think
the Albanian police are bound

by Fourth Amendment
rights, Lieutenant.

No. There's a gross and brutal

maltreatment
exception.

I thought you might
have some advice.

Lunch break!
Abandon ship!

Oh, am I interrupting?

No, ma'am.

If you have some time
later, sir?

I'd really
appreciate it.

I'm sure she would.

Would what?

[BREATHY]:
"Appreciate it."

Oh, I've seen this play before.

It's called
"The Actress and the Director."

She's not an actress, Renee.

She's planning on becoming
the first female JAG.

With your help.

Will she make you "vice-JAG"?

Try to get along, all right?

We have to socialize
together over drinks
before the ball.

If I live that long...

[gasping]:
Do you think she knows
where I live?

Where do you want
to go to lunch?

Well, there's that
new Japanese-Norwegian

fusion place in
southeast D.C.

What are they going to serve--
raw reindeer meat?

Yeah, maybe.

Sir... ma'am.

Oh, a pregnancy uniform-- that
was thoughtful of the Navy.

Yes, ma'am, and I may be
wearing it to the ball.

Well, that's ridiculous.

All my other dresses
are too snug now.

Look, the costumer on
one of my music videos

used to costume Madonna
and she's been pregnant.

Oh, I'm sure
I couldn't afford that.

Afford? Things fall off
the costume truck

all the time.

MIKEY:
How about a
second helping?

And some gravy on those
mashed potatoes, please.

Want any bread with that?

No, no...

I got it in key west.

You think Jennifer'll
like it?

You still buying presents
for that girl?

That must have been
some leave, man.

She was a great
girl, Mikey.

And I'm sure she did some
great things, Harold.

Hey, where's our
lemon meringue pie?

COOK:
All out.

They have pie.

Yeah, because the people in that
line only take one piece each.

I'll take some
of theirs, then.

COOK:
Look, we split it equally
at the start of each meal.

You want dessert?
We got lemon Jell-O.

Come on, man, you
heard the colonel.

Damn squids.

Hey, Roberts, you should
have aimed a little higher.

Zodiac off the port quarter,
Captain. 800 yards.

It's the protesters again.

Put a boat in
and warn them away.

-Aye, aye, sir.
-Good afternoon, sir.

Trouble?

Politics-- so, yes.

Lieutenant, I understand you had
an extended visit to our brig.

Yes, sir. It's
an excellent brig, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Captain, Lieutenant Roberts
has taken

his informal investigation
into the marine role

in the mishap
as far as he could.

Actually, a little bit further,
I gather.

I'm not prejudging the matter,

but it appears his brother has

some serious dereliction
of duty to answer for.

I think it's still too early
to come to that conclusion, sir.

But if the marines are
off the hook...

Well, sir, the FC-One
checked Seaman Roberts'

no-engage settings
and they were correct.

When they were inspected
after the mishap.

Weren't they
supposed to
be checked

before the gun was fired, sir?

We were planning on operating
the system from C.I.C.

But the remote panel
malfunctioned.

In a case like that,
isn't it customary

to send the target around
while the local panel's

settings are
confirmed?

Colonel Pergament had
a strong desire to proceed.

I command the ship.

He commands the joint operation.

You gave the order, sir.

Are you blaming me?

Are you blaming him, sir?

SECNAV:
What the hell is going on
on the
Wake Island?

I don't know, sir.

Apparently, Lieutenant Roberts'
younger brother

made some mistake
programming a weapon.

And started World War III

between the Navy
and the Marine Corps?

Well, sir, they've been
calling each other

jarheads and squids
since the Civil War.

There's something more
at stake here, A.J.

This is the first
joint live-fire exercise

since the problems at Vieques.

Oh, right, when the civilian
was killed by the stray bomb.

I saw the Puerto Rican governor
on
60 minutes.

He suggested Martha's Vineyard

as an alternative site
for live-fire training.

Well, at least he's been able
to keep his sense of humor.

Since the trouble at Vieques,
we've had to cobble together

piecemeal exercises in Florida
North Carolina, Scotland...

and no combined
operations.

I know that hurts.

We are sending
our people

into combat zones
without the training they need.

This new Florida site
might be an alternative

to the A.K.s
if the local

environmentalists
don't stop us

and the Navy
and the Marine Corps

don't stop each other.

I imagine
the commanders involved

are too mature for that, sir.

I want him off
this ship.

Colonel, you have every right

to keep him away
from your marines.

-You want him to stay?
-I'm sure we all want

a full and fair
investigation.

Then I'm a little disturbed
at how far afield you're going.

Are you saying
she's the problem?

Colonel, Captain,
I'm sure...

There's a chain of command
for handling these things.

A proper chain
would show respect

for the men who were shot at.

-Sir, I never...
-And for ship's authority.

Are things hitting too close
to home, Skipper?

If you would only
make your people available...

This conversation...

Is over.

Quickstrike Five,
we have a target for you.

Bunker grid 1-7 lima. Over.

Roger, this is Quickstrike.
We're on it.

PILOT:
Tower, Hawkeye 0-7
reporting final.

TOWER:
0-7, you are clear to land
on spot three.

PILOT:
Roger that. Spot three.

Welcome aboard the
Wake Island,
Commander.

HARM:
Well, at least I'm not looking
at the two of you through bars.

I'm sorry you had to come out
here to sort this out, sir.

How's the admiral?

You know, he seemed actually
more concerned

about the status of his speech.

I tried to get to it

after I got out
of the brig, sir.

But I've been
a little distracted.

My brother's in real trouble.

As I understand it,

your brother messed up
the settings of a gun

that fires 6,000 rounds
a minute,

and it almost sank
an amphibious-tracked vehicle

-with 15 marines on board.
-That's just it, sir.

There's no evidence
that he messed up the setting.

A fire controlman
apprentice

that he was training

saw him set it correctly.

His lead petty officer
inspected it after the mishap

and found
that it
was
set correctly.

The skipper authorized
the firing

without taking the time
to double-check the equipment,

which is normally S.O.P.

I think
he was a little intimidated

by the marine commander.

That, Colonel, may be the reason
we're in trouble here.

We're in trouble here

because the skipper
didn't order the target drone

to go around again
when the first panel went down.

So the first panel
malfunctioned,

the second panel
is set correctly,

but still misfires.

Am I the only one
who sees a pattern here?

[phone rings]

Hello, this is
Lieutenant Roberts.

-
Ship-to-shore, sir.
-Mm-hmm, go ahead.

-
Hey, sweetie, it's me.
-Harriet!

Hi!

I'm with Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

Oh!

Harriet spoke to Miss Petersen

who says that you should
rush right home and...

I'll, uh...

I'll have to tell you
later, sir.

And, Bud, Renee has
this friend of hers

that works on music videos--

you remember that Madonna song?

"Pregnant Slut"
or something like that?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Anyway, she got the dress

Madonna wore;
it is so great.

Harriet, I don't know
if we can afford...

No, no, it's free.
It's totally free.

It sort of just fell off
the wardrobe truck.

Harriet, you cannot wear a dress
stolen from Madonna.

We taught him good, didn't we?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Turner, report
to the flight deck.

Lieutenant Turner,
report to the flight deck.

So, Admiral Chegwidden
apologizes

for any improper intrusion
by members of his staff.

I've spoken to both of them.

I've also been asking questions
about the mishap.

-You, too?
-Yes, sir, it seems

there's been a series
of mishaps.

First, the remote control
CIWS panel abruptly malfunctions

and then the local control panel
malfunctioned.

Captain, has anything else
gone wrong aboard ship

during the exercise?

A 33,000-ton ship
with 36 aircraft

and 2,500 men aboard?

Yes, a few things
have gone wrong.

Such as?

Some minor
radar problems.

One of the elevators
was out for a few hours.

I'm sure you'll find a
leaky toilet somewhere.

No doubt in the marine head.

Colonel... Captain...

don't you think
it would be prudent

to find out
exactly what has happened here

before continuing
with this exercise?

Why?

Sir, you nearly lost 15 men.

Human error.

-Maybe.
-Commander...

if we don't train
our people for combat

with live ammunition,
the next time

they do this for real
some of them will die

who don't have to die.

And you want us to stop because
of "maybe this or maybe that"?

Colonel, I'm well aware...

I'm not sure
what JAG is aware of

and we may be having problems
with the Navy,

but at least I'm dealing
with line officers

who understand the realities
of what we're doing here!

I have never seen
an indication

that staff core officers
have a clue.

Good day, Captain.

Good day, Colonel.

Well, I guess you're off
his Christmas card list, too.

[bosun's whistle blows]

Captain Lyle, your presence
is requested on the bridge.

I say again:
Captain Lyle, to the bridge.

MAN:
Sir, that
protest boat's

inside our
security perimeter.

Then let's get it the hell
out of our security perimeter.

This is the captain
of the USS
Wake Island.

Remove yourselves
from the vicinity.

You are interfering
with Navy operations.

Remove yourselves

from the vicinity now!

It's still coming, sir.

Come right ten degrees.
Aye, aye, sir.

Come right.
Steer course

105.

MAN:
Coming right 105, aye.

Still heading towards us, sir.

If they're trying to ram us,

they aren't very good
at physics, are they?

They're looking
for an incident

that'll make
headlines, Captain.

CAPTAIN:
Sound collision alarm.

I can't see 'em!

Sir, forward watch
reports collision.

People in the water.

[alarm blaring]

Tiner?Sir.

You heard from anybody?

Not lately, sir.

What in God's name

are they doing down there?

I don't know, sir.

All right, pretend you two
are surface warfare officers.

Yes, sir.Not a problem, sir.

How would you feel
about an officer

who joined your branch
of the service late

and left it early?

Sir, they feel
good enough about you

to be giving you
an award.

You should be honored.

Deputy C.N.O.
turned down the honor.

Had a prior commitment in Italy.

Probably had a golf tournament.

I'm sure they're better
off with you, sir.

Have either of you
ever written a speech?

Where are my friends?

They're in
the sickbay.

They're still
being checked out.

You have no jurisdiction
over us.

I'm not here
to prosecute.

I just came to talk.

How about over sherry
in the officer's club?

This is a little grim,
don't you think?

I guess you figure
we should let you out,

wander about the ship,
smashing things, huh?

You worried I might break
one of your guns?

Do you know
what you people are doing

to the national forest?

Look, it's over 650,000 acres.

We're using less than
one percent of it.

There's an elementary school

eight miles from where
your bombs come in.

There's a colony
of endangered
salt-water plovers

right next to the beach
the marines land on.

I'm sure everybody
would be happy

if we could conduct
these exercises

on the moon, Miss Duke.

Unfortunately, there is
a price to freedom.

There's got to be
a better place.

That's what the
Puerto Ricans said.

Maybe you want to have
this conversation with them?

I want a lawyer.

And a reporter
and a photographer?

"Navy ship sinks
protest boat."

Why didn't you bring
the press with you anyway?

They'll hear about it.

It's poor planning on your part,
and a rubber Zodiac?

Not even a nice
wooden boat to
break up.

Makes a better
picture.

We ended up in the water.

Yeah, you jumped in the water.

This whole thing has been
improvised, hasn't it?

Last minute. Last ditch.

You didn't make
a better plan,

because you didn't feel
you needed a better plan.

You one of those
Navy mind readers?

You thought
these exercises

would already be canceled,
didn't you?

You mean because of
that incident with the gun?

Petty Officer Roberts?

How'd you know about that?

I asked for a lawyer
and you didn't get me one,

so nothing I say now
can be used against me.

If you say so.

You can check with a lawyer.

I'll be sure to do that.

You're not
saying anything,

Ms. Duke.

A friend of ours
hacked into your computer.

He said
you have a mile-wide entry

through your e-mail portals.

So this problem
we had with the gun?

That was us.

[whistling
"Marine Corps Hymn"]

TINER:
It's not a problem
at all.

I'm serious. Yeah.

If you want me to,
I will. I will.

Things are kind of slow, honey.

-I can probably
meet you at 5:00.
-Tiner!

Uh, very good, sir.
I'll get right on it.

You get promoted
while I was in the head?

Just keeping the admiral's
things in order, Gunny.

Dr. Walden's on line three.

She asked to speak to you.

Petty Officer Tiner.

He should be back
in 24 hours, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, I will.

Skyhawk Seven,
this is Tiger Five.

What's going on down there?

Tiger Five, looks like they've
popped the red smoke.

This exercise is history.

Copy that.

Well deck is flooded.

Prepare to recover
incoming Amtracs.

Clear flight deck

of all nonessential personnel
and equipment.

Welcome aboard the
Wake Island,
Admiral.

Right this way

CHEGWIDDEN:
Is the SECNAV here?

OFFICER:
Yes, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Who's in the helo behind me?

OFFICER:
We don't know, sir.
Top secret.

RABB:
Webb, what are you doing here?

I didn't know
you'd come aboard.

That's the way
we like it.

All right, I just
want to make sure

I understand what's
going on here.

A petty officer
third class

misfired a CIWS gun
at some marines,

which prompted his brother
to come out here

and take a different kind
of shot at the marines,

which led to Colonel MacKenzie
coming out and taking a crack

at the Navy,

which led to
Commander Rabb's

coming out here
to calm things down.

And as long
as he was already here

he decided to make
a recommendation

that all the ships
and planes and marines

and sailors embarked on
this very important exercise

stand down and go home.

Did I miss anything?

Sir, we received
a credible claim

from one of the
protest leaders

that they'd hacked
into the ship's
computer system

and caused the
CIWS mishap.

Which means that my brother
didn't do anything wrong.

At this point,
if I may, sir,

I don't give a damn
whether his brother

did anything wrong or not.

I've got a battalion
of marines

headed for the Middle East

that need to continue
their training

before they go.

The Pentagon sympathizes
with your position, Colonel.

It wants this exercise
to proceed.

Is that because of military
necessity or politics?

The White House agreed

to suspend live-fire training
on Vieques

and it's taken flak for it.

If this new range works out,
they're off the hook.

If not...

Just wondering.

LYLE:
Sir, I'm responsible for
the safety of this ship.

I endorse a stand-down

while we investigate
the protesters' claim.

Then they win.

If the ship blows up,
they really win.

Commander Rabb

has done us all
an enormous service

by uncovering
the situation.

Unless she lied.

Who lied?

RABB:
The protesters.

Their goal is to
make us go away.

Tampering with the ship's
computer system will do that.

So will making
us think

they've tampered with
the ship's computer system.

She knew about
the CIWS mishap.

She knew Seaman Robert's name.

So they tapped into the ship's
computer, or they have a spy.

MAN:
Speaking of which,
Mr. Webb...

what exactly is the
CIA's interest here?

You people are in Florida

because Puerto Rico doesn't want
your war games there.

If this exercise
doesn't work,

you're going to want
to go back to Puerto Rico,

which is going to make
the Puerto Ricans unhappy,

which would make the Cubans
very happy.

You think this is a Cuban plot?

I'm saying we want to find out.

My brother is not a Cuban spy.

I didn't say he was.

Why don't we have
Seaman Roberts

walk us through
his procedures

prior to the firing
of the gun?

Why?

Well, sir, he claims he did
everything correctly

before firing the gun.

If he's right, then these
sabotage claims could be true.

But if he
made a mistake,

we can rule out
sabotage

and the exercise can proceed.

So we have to hope
one of my men made a bad mistake

and is either too dumb
to realize it

or is lying
about it.

A couple of you could
scoot right in here.

Excuse me, sir.

Just walk us through
everything you did

on the day of the mishap,
Seaman Roberts.

I was sitting here, sir,

and about an hour before
the target drill was due

I got an order relayed
from the Captain, sir,

to set no-engage
sectors.

The gun's already set
so it won't blow up
the bridge or anything.

The system's hard-stopped
so we don't shoot ourselves.

Yes, sir. That day we were
worried about the marines.

We knew they'd be coming
out of the stern

so I set a no-engage sector

between 170 and 210, sir.

You sure you entered
relative bearing, not true?

Yes, sir. I even had my
Apprentice Seaman Schofield

double-check me,
and that's the way it was set

when it was checked
after the mishap.

Seaman Roberts,
have you been approached

by any Latin Americans
in the last few months?

MIKEY:
Sir?

Who was in the
room with you

around the time
of the firing, Roberts?

Just some designated
strikers, sir,

standing by to clean
and reload the gun

and Seaman Schofield.

Did you leave here
at all at any time

between setting
the no-engage sectors

and when
the drone showed up?

To the head
for five minutes, sir.

But well in advance
of the drone's arrival.

Did you leave the room

after the firing
and before your panel

was checked
by the FC-one?

I ran outside when
they cried "cease fire," ma'am.

I just wanted to see
if anybody was hurt.

But I locked off access
to the panel

both times that I left

and no one even
knew how to work it...

except Seaman Schofield.

You staying in touch
with your friends

back home,
Seaman Schofield?

As you were.

E-mail.

You live around
here, don't you?

About 12 miles in
that direction, huh?

Yes, sir.

Harris City, Florida.

Just a little place.

I understand you met a girl
on your last liberty.

Sir?

Your friend Mikey says

you've been talking
about her a lot

and buying her
presents and...

She from your hometown?

I knew her from
high school, sir.

Haven't seen her
for a while.

She keeping herself busy
in the meantime?

She works for an
insurance office, sir.

Hmm.

She have any hobbies?

Special interests?

Sir?

She interested
in the environment?

Or the national
forest?

She got you fired up

about her interests,
Seaman Schofield?

If she's one
of the protesters,

we're going to find out.

Sir, there are plenty
of other places

the Navy can hold war games--

North Carolina, Scotland.

I read an article
in the
Navy Times

about an island
in Italy.

I grew up hiking
in that forest, sir.

We went skinny-dipping in a pond
just at the edge of the range.

Somebody might have been killed,
Seaman Schofield,

you messing with that gun.

No, sir.

I set it to shoot close
to the marines, not at them.

The marines were off course.

Sir, I know how

to set the sectors.

Mikey taught me, sir.

He made a full statement.

He said it was
all his idea.

He was just trying
to impress a girl.

Aren't we all?

Not all.

Seaman Roberts, you can put
your petty officer's crow

back on
your sleeve.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

You did everything
right, Mikey.

Hey, don't I always?

Sir.

So if it's okay
with everybody

we're proceeding
with our exercise now.

They're going in
to soften up defenses.

In 37 minutes, we start

five-inch guns
from three cruisers.

Then the marines go ashore

from us and the
Palo Alto

accompanied
by CIWS fire

with Petty Officer Roberts
back on station.

I hope you'll stay
and watch the show.

Well, we'd love to, Skipper,

but we have urgent
JAG business

back in Washington.

Tiner called.

He said they're
on their way.

Well, Tiner
lies for him.

My date's a no-show.

He's stuck in some
postmortem meeting

about a problem
at a war game.

Wasn't Harm supposed
to take care of that?

They all were.

Hello, ladies.

Harriet.

How interesting.

You can't wear that.

I have to.

I brought the dress.

HARRIET:
I cannot go to the ball
with my husband

the naval attorney
wearing stolen property.

He has a point.

It's not stolen.

Abandoned.

I faxed this letter

to Madonna's manager
this afternoon.

"I have your dress from
the 'Like a Harlot' video.

Will be pleased
to return it
upon your request."

You faxed this two hours ago.

She probably hasn't
even seen it yet.

Well, is that our problem?

Counselor?

It's kosher.

Okay.

Good God, I'm supposed
to be accepting the plaque

in nine minutes.

Here you go, sir.

"After having the privilege
of serving as a Navy SEAL..."

Are we going
the right way?

Yes, it's up here.

"I joined the Surface
Warfare community--

one of the finest fighting
organizations on this planet.

When you finally got tired
of me and... kicked me out"?

It's a little humor, sir.
People like that.

Rabb stood me up three
of our last four dates.

He was in Iceland,

and then he almost drowned
on a sinking ship,

and then there
was something else...

I forget.

I used to go out with
a divorced anesthesiologist.

At least I knew
where to find him.

Good evening.

I was about to dump you
for the bartender.

Well, I already did.

Oh, really?

Wow!

Harriet...

It's okay, Bud.

-They said it was.
-It's not okay.

It's great!

Can we go in now?

Loren.

Plan "B." Alfred!

Well, you know, Mac,
the bartender is kind of cute.

Let's go.

BRUMBY:
May I have the honor?

Of escorting you in?

Mic, what are you doing here?

I reserved my
commission, Sarah.

I've moved to Washington.

To be near the
woman I love.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Chit-chat later, Brumby.

We're going in.