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[thunder rumbling]

[Lieutenant Gladden]
Secure yourself, Marines!

High surf!

Damn it.

It's all right, sir.

They'll recover.

If they don't, Major,
your six is mine.

Come on, Marines!

[overlapping shouting]

What's going on?

One, two, three, four,

five...

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

[opening theme music playing]

Ernest Venuto was a
25-year-old second lieutenant

with two personal awards.

Now, I just spoke to his
mother in Grand Rapids.

And I had great
difficulty explaining to her

why her son's unit was training
under gale force conditions.

I'll get on it, sir.

You can start with Major Lasley,

the officer in charge
of the detachment.

Yes, sir.

And you can end there, also.

-Sir?
-I questioned his decision

to proceed, given
the rough sea state.

Was it an order, sir?

It was a strongly
worded advisory.

Why do you think he
ignored your advice, Captain?

Because the major's
an arrogant son of a bitch

with the inability to
admit that he's wrong.

-Sir?
-You go ahead, Colonel.

You conduct a fair and
impartial investigation.

We'll still end up on the
same side of the issue.

Good day.

[pop music playing over radio]

[music stops]

[doorbell rings]

[TV playing indistinctly]

Lisa, what are you doing here?

Hi.

Uh, come in.

Did you drive out here?

I have my license now.

It's 40 miles.

-I was fine.
-So, what's going on?

I don't want to stay with
my Aunt Connie anymore.

Have you talked to your mother?

I'm talking to my godfather.

-Lisa.
-She's at sea, Admiral.

All right, let's see if we can
get a phone patch to her ship.

Wait.

Could I stay here tonight?

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Mac, it's Harm.

Hi.

Hey.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

Uh, did you not get my messages?

-No.
-
I called you twice,
I e-mailed you once.

Oh, it's been crazy here, Harm.

Yeah, the Admiral briefed us.

How's Renee?

She's still in Minnesota.

When you talk to her
send her my condolences.

Mac, a T.A.D. assignment?

What's going on?

It's not just me;
Gunny's here, too.

Well, that's only
because you're there.

I needed to clear my head.

How long are you
going to be gone?

-Until they replace me.
-I thought we were going
to talk when I got back.

Well, I guess it will have
to be when I get back.

You're not trying to
avoid me, are you?

Harm, I can hardly hear you.

Let me call you when
I have a moment.

Are you going to get a moment?

I'll talk to you soon.

[dial tone droning]

[sighs]

[man] The Indian Marine
Commander assigned me

to the U.S. Assault Unit
as an observer, ma'am.

I was in the first boat
with Lieutenant Gladden.

Lieutenant Venuto
was in the second.

They both capsized.

The reason, in your opinion?

Unusually high surf, ma'am.

The unit was not notified
of these conditions.

There were no conditions
until the storm arrived, ma'am.

Aerial visual recon noted
minor swells yesterday morning.

Were you concerned
about the weather?

I was expecting it to be rough.

If you were in charge
of the exercise

would you have aborted?

I would have to say
"yes" to that, ma'am.

[Lasley
] We were
the tip of the spear, Colonel.

There were two LCACs
in the hold

and a thousand Indian troops
ashore all awaiting our signal.

-I wasn't about to abort
the exercise, ma'am.
-And in retrospect?

My men were well trained
and prepared for all conditions.

Did Captain Huddleston
advise you not to launch?

I accommodated the Skipper

by delaying launch
time by one hour

to allow him to
reposition the ship, ma'am.

When he persisted
with his concerns,

I checked with the MEU
C.O. and B.L.T. commanders,

who were ashore interfacing
with the Indian command.

They were not in a position
to judge the circumstances,

so they left the call
up to me, ma'am.

What do you believe
happened out there?

[sighs]

Hand of God, Colonel.

God didn't give the
order to launch, Major.

[Galindez]
Are you
aware of how many times
I've hit the beach, Colonel?

No, Gunny, I'm not.

Thirteen times, ma'am.

Two under combat situations.

-So how does this
lay out for you?
-Well, in an actual assault

there'd be no second
guessing, ma'am.

Nine Marines made it,
and that's more than enough
to carry out their orders.

You support the
major's decision?

I support his right to
challenge his men, ma'am.

What about his attempt
to avoid accountability?

No, I don't like that, ma'am.

Neither do I.

Do you have a minute, sir?

Do you have good
news for me, Colonel?

I have my recommendation, sir.

You'll have to
judge for yourself.

Let's have it.

Preliminary indications are

that weather
conditions last night

were ultimately responsible
for the drowning of
Lieutenant Venuto, sir.

Which called into question
the major's decision to launch.

An Article 32 hearing would
not be inappropriate, sir.

And what about a
special court-martial?

I'm sorry?

Based on your findings,
I'm convening one aboard ship.

That's where all
the witnesses are.

Sir, a special court-martial
for an officer
is highly unusual.

But within my power, correct?

Yes, sir. Have you cleared
this with MEU C.O. Skipper?

-He trusts my judgment.
-May I remind you, sir

that this kind of
proceeding carries with it

limited punitive options.

Consider me reminded, Colonel.

The charges are dereliction
of duty and negligent homicide.

Yes, sir.

And I want you to prosecute.

Will do, sir.

And I want you to know, Colonel,

this has nothing to do with me.

It has to do with the ideals

that define a military officer.

As long as they apply

to the circumstances
at hand, sir.

I'm sure I'll get an
earful from my sister.

What's Lisa's side of it, sir?

[Chegwidden]
Well,
they got in an argument

about curfew.

Words were exchanged,
Lisa drove out here.

Where is she now?

Um, she's inside.

Let me talk to her, Admiral.

Merrill, I told her
I wouldn't call you.

I don't think she wants
to answer to her
mother right now.

That's completely out
of character for her.

Which is why I think
we need to listen.

Look, why don't
you call your sister

tell her that Lisa's
going to be staying here

during the holiday break.

I'll sit down with her and...

I don't know., just try
to straighten it out.

You're going to watch a
teenager for a week, sir?

What, you don't think I can?

You've done just about
everything else for me.

Well, I didn't get you
your command, Skipper.

My being at sea
was never a problem

until Dan died, Admiral.

She must feel I've
abandoned her.

Can you take leave?

In the middle of
a deployment, sir?

I understand the
career implications.

Please keep me informed.

I will.

I have rules, Admiral.

Let me give them to you.

[MacKenzie]
These are the
charges against you, Major.

You informed me
yesterday, ma'am.

This makes it official.

How did you become
my enemy, Colonel?

-We don't even know each other.
-That's why you shouldn't
take it personally.

I take personally any document
that accuses me of murder.

You honestly feel
these proceedings
are warranted, ma'am?

That's a question
for your attorney.

[Rabb] His attorney's
answer is "no."

Major Lasley
is being railroaded.

[MacKenzie]
You're
representing the major?

I requested the assignment.

Just arrived on board.

I wasn't aware that you
knew the colonel, Commander.

We're stationed together.

This isn't going to cause
some sort of problem is it, sir?

You'll be well
represented, Major.

Mac, I don't like
the way this smells.

When's the last time you
saw a special court-martial

-convened for an officer?
-Captain's privilege.

Which brings me to my next
question: Why is the skipper

bypassing a process
which would give my client
a more reasoned review?

I can't speak for the skipper.

Well, let me answer for you.

I think that the
skip is reluctant

to turn over these proceedings

to another convening authority

because he doesn't
want to give up the control.

I think the cap wants
the major off this
ship and fast, Mac.

In fact, I think this whole
thing is being handled

without appropriate
regard to due process

and smacks of potential
command influence.

Can you prove this?

[chuckles] Can you
prove I'm wrong?

Good luck.

Morning.

Hey, I feel bad
about having you
sleep in the living room.

Oh, it's... it's fine.

[groans softly]

Interesting shade.

Aqua. It's my heart color.
What's yours?

-My heart color?
-Yeah.

Uh... unknown.

[laughs]

My mother's is navy blue.

Hey, can I hang out
here till she gets back?

-Not appropriate.
-Why not?

Lisa, we see each
other... twice a year.

But you don't treat
me like your yeoman.

Is that how you feel
around your mother?

I can never do
this in front of her.

She wouldn't let you?

She'd make me change the color.

Well... well, you
need to talk to her.

I can't; she's deaf.

Well, you got to face
her at some point.

But not right now.

That's why I came here.

I knew you wouldn't
squeal on me.

[knock at door]

Can I come in?

Sure.

Well...

You know why I
requested this assignment?

No.

'Cause I needed to talk to you,

and I knew you weren't
going to call me back.

I don't get it, Mac.

When Brumby left,
you asked for my help.

I'm handling it.

Halfway around the world.

It seemed like the
right thing to do.

You're running, Mac.
What's going on?

N-- Nothing.

Let me in.

Tell me what you're feeling.

Pressured.
Why are you doing this?

Because I told you I would.

Wait a minute.
You're talking to me now

because you're guilty
about not doing it then?

Well, you're angry at me?
Renee's father died.

And if he hadn't?

We would have talked.

About what?

About us.

That's why I left, Harm.

There's no "us."

There's you and Renee.

What are you willing to give up
to have me?

Mic gave up the
navy and his country.

Would you sacrifice
your girlfriend?

What, are you testing me?

Well, would you?

What if I did?

Answer the question.

As long as you answer mine.

I'm so sick of this dance.

Yeah, I would.

I would give her up.

Mac.

Mac.

Hey, Gunny.

Sir, it's good to see you.

Nice to see you.

The... Gunny supports
your man, Harm.

Maybe he should assist you.

[Galindez] Actually,
ma'am, after our conversation

I checked with a
few Marine buddies.

Your instincts were right.

The major's reputation
precedes him.

Shall I continue, ma'am?

He'll get it on
discovery anyway.

[Galindez] Two years ago,
members of the major's unit

were accused of
shooting at base wildlife.

They took full responsibility,

even though the major
was in the area at the time.

Eight months later,
the major denied

giving an order
during an exercise

that resulted in
one injured Marine

and office hours
for a Lance Corporal.

He's a Teflon man,
Colonel; nothing sticks.

Can't try a man
on prior acts, Mac.

The case will be
tried on the merits.

I don't think we need
much more than that

to end Major
Lasley's lucky streak.

Sir.

Mac.

We haven't finished talking yet.

What makes you
think we ever will?

-Lieutenant.
-Yes, sir?

-I have a personal question.
-Okay, sir.

Did you resent your mother
when you were a teenager?

I did, sir.

When did you get over it?

Still working on that, sir.

Oh.

Every phone call a challenge,

every holiday a siege.

Huh. Thank you.

Sweetie. Hmm.

Tiner.

Sir?

What do you know
about teenage girls?

They look good in shorts, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, sir.

Sir, are you looking for advice

-on how to talk to one?
-Yeah.

Well, our baby-sitter
is 15 years old,

and I drive her home.

And from what I can tell,

"sweet" has nothing
to do with sugary

"chill" has nothing
to do with cold

and "whack" has absolutely
nothing to do with mob murder.

Actually, I was looking
for psychological insights.

Well, reason is as useful
as a square tennis ball, sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You're welcome, sir.

The planets must
be out of alignment.

Ah, good morning, Commander.

-Hmm, Lieutenant.
-So, how is everything?

You finding everything okay?
Any questions?

I understand there's
a file storage room.

Ah, yes, sir, it's upstairs.

The easiest way is to
go through the bullpen

catch the stairs
opposite the roster board

and make a right at
the top of the stairs

and it's the first
left after the library.

Do you like donuts, Lieutenant?

Hmm-hmm, afraid so, sir.

I've been meaning to talk to
you about the Wohlers appeal.

You were trial counsel at
his court-martial, correct?

Yes, sir. Interested
in catching me up?

-Well, absolutely, sir.
-I'm on a deadline.

The only time I have
free is Thursday night.

2200 suit you?

Well, it's a little late, sir.

I'll provide refreshments.

Hmm. Hmm.

I'm aware of the rumors, sir.

In fact, I'm sure that's why
I was passed over last year.

[Rabb] Any truth to them?

Talk to my men, sir.

If they felt this way, how
could I motivate them?

You know how these
rumors get started, Major?

I have the best
trained assault unit
in the Marine Corps, Commander.

You might start with
those who have the worst.

Well, it's a problem.
It could affect the trial.

Some of the members may
already have heard something.

But won't you be questioning
them before they're chosen, sir?

Yes, but I can't guarantee
they're not tainted already.

I'd rather overcome the issue

by discovering exactly
what happened out there.

Something went wrong, sir.

What?

I'm not sure, sir. I was
on board ship at the time.

That's not a very
useful answer, Major.

It's the only one I
have, Commander.

Look, if we don't
come up with something

and your men were as
prepared as you say they are,

prosecution is going to
assert that they were victims

of extraordinary weather,
in which case, Major,

the blame for what happened
out there could fall on you.

[sighs]

So, what's your plan, sir?

It's so cool.

-[Boy]
How'd you like it?
-I love it.

-Cool. What'd you get?
-Just a navel ring.

Oh. Any problems?

Uh... the only problem I've
had was when my aunt's cat

reached up and got
his claw caught on it.

And I stood up and he was,
like, hanging from my stomach.

[giggles]
No!

What does it look like?

Totally cool.

Oh, my gosh, I've got to see it.

Did they, like, have to
freeze your eyebrow?

Ooh, gosh!

-Did it hurt?
-Lisa?

-Is it ready?
-Yeah.

I got to go.

[chuckles] Bye.

Hey, I think you're
getting another call.

Hello?

[man speaking indistinctly]

Yeah, he's here.

It's the XO on the USS
Akron.

The captain's inquiring
about her daughter.

[door slams]

[overlapping shouts]

Major?

Did I leave you
waiting, Commander?

What's going on?

[Lasley] I had to take
care of this, sir. Sorry.

-Who is he?
-Larry Kaliski, sir.

Welcome aboard.

Major, this is incredible!

Do you know Commander Rabb?

I've heard the name.

It's a pleasure, Commander.

Mr. Kaliski is a
civilian attorney, sir.

I've hired him to
be my lead counsel.

[Kaliski]
The commander just
found out that I've been hired?

-Yes, sir.
-Bad manners, Major.

-Apologize to the man.
-I'm sorry, sir.

-I didn't know how
to put it to you.
-Any particular reason

you decided to knock
me out of the box

before I'd even
come to bat, Major?

Fair question.

A Marine drowned while
under my command, sir.

You said it yourself.

It's me against my peers.

I need an advocate who's
not going to be influenced

by his military status, sir.

-Good point.
-So I did some research, sir,

and discovered that Mr. Kaliski
had successfully defended

a military client in
the JAG courtroom.

In fact, he beat
Colonel MacKenzie.

Look, Major, if there's
a confidence issue,

maybe I should remove
myself from this case
altogether.

Don't make me handcuff
you to my wrist, Commander.

You're invaluable to me.
I want to be able to draw
upon your knowledge

of military law and procedure.

Who does the litigating?

We share!

You want me on this case, Major?

I do, sir.

[sighs]

What's your strategy?

[laughing]

We emphasize Major
Lasley's responsibility

to the overall exercise.

We use a respectful
junior officer

to present him as a
well-prepared leader.

We present examples
of training exercises

performed in
challenging weather.

In other words, we nail
his image to the floor.

You'll lose.

Oh... that hurts.

Okay.
So where's my flaw?

We need to pinpoint culpability
on members of the major's unit.

Your evidence?

Well, that's yet to be found.

Even if you dig up something
you can sell, it's too risky.

It'll make him look
like he's shifting

the responsibility to his men.

Better to
suggest
culpability.

They'll have a clear
shot at the major.

Come on, Commander, we're
building the man of steel here.

Their bullets will
bounce off his chest!

[grunts]

Oh, thanks.

Not a problem.

Whoo!
[grunts]

I got to start
eating my spinach.

What's your max?

275 on a good day.

Yours?

315.

Ooh, impressive.

It's incentive driven.

What do you get, a gold star?

-Try Gold Label.
-[laughing]

It's expensive stuff.

Yeah, it is.

Who's your C.O.?

Major Lasley.

Captain Tripp.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, sir.

Please excuse the informality.

Not a problem, Gunnery Sergeant.

You the major's X.O., sir?

-I am.
-How's he doing?

Ah, the major will be fine.

Ooh!

He never lands on his head.

And why's that, sir?

We won't let him.

[Tripp grunts, inhales deeply]

♪ Just tell me
how I got this far ♪

♪ Just tell me why you're
here and who you are ♪

♪ 'Cause every time I look,
you're never there ♪

♪ And every time I seek,
you're always there ♪

♪ 'Cause you're
everywhere to me ♪

♪ And when I close my
eyes, it's you I see... ♪

-[volume lowers]
-Lisa?!

I can't hear it now.

♪ I'm not alone ♪

-Who's this?
-Michelle Branch.

Uh... she, um, copied your look.

[scoffs]

Going out?

Uh-huh.

Where?

To meet a friend.

-Is this a, uh, male friend?
-We're just going to talk.

Why don't you invite
him over the house?

No way!

That's the rule.

My mother's rule.

I agree with it.

[sighs]

Why is everyone in
the navy so tense?!

Why are you so defensive?

You expecting
something to happen?

I know what I'm doing.

I bet that young man's
counting on the fact
that you don't.

Good-bye.

Lisa, how fast is your car?

What, are you planning
on following me?

Everywhere you go.

[shouts]

[sighs]

[whispering] I love teenagers.

Lieutenant Gladden, you
were the raid force commander

the night of the incident?

I was, ma'am.

Would you tell the
court what happened

as you approached the beach?

Both the C.R.R.C.s capsized
in the high surf, ma'am.

The undertow was
fierce, so first thing

I dumped some of
my heavier equipment,

surfaced, looked around...

Heads were bobbing all over.

The beach was 100 meters off.

As I started in, I was
bumped by the second boat
which was belly-up

a pair of legs sticking
out from underneath.

They were
kicking... pretty hard.

Was this Lieutenant Venuto?

As I found out later,
yes, ma'am.

He was tangled in the
boat's equipment lines.

I tried to pull him free.

I yanked so hard that
his left boot came off.

But by that time, his legs
had stopped moving.

Did you try to cut him free?

No, ma'am, the
surf was too rough.

The boat got away from me.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Your witness.

The defense has no questions
at this time, Your Honor.

Lieutenant Gladden,
why do you believe

Lieutenant Venuto became tangled
in the boat's equipment lines?

I don't know, sir; I
was on the other boat.

Did anyone else on the
boat have this problem?

No, sir, not that I'm aware of.

Could that be
because they were seated
out of the way of the equipment

and were not vulnerable
to the possibility of
entanglement?

Objection. The defense
is asking for an opinion.

Sustained.

Don't do that, Commander.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Nothing further.

Hang on, please.

Not to have crossed would
have been bad lawyering.

Members would enter
the deliberation room

with those images in mind.

At least now there's a
question of culpability.

We're not going for culpability.
Where have you been?

You're making a mistake.

We interviewed the Marines
in Lieutenant Venuto's boat.

Not one said
anything
about his vulnerability.

Because they were
concentrating on ten-foot surf.

They weren't looking
at him, which means

-the possibility exists.
-We can't prove it.

We don't have to prove anything.

All we have to do is shoot
holes in their theories.

What is it with you
and ballistic imagery?

This is a courtroom,
not Omaha Beach!

Now you listen to me.

I'm sitting first chair here.

You want to participate?

You pass every thought
every idea, every
impulse by me first.

-Is that understood?
-And if I don't?

I'll file a grievance with the
Judge Advocate General's Office.

Are you aggrieved, Mr. Kaliski?

[engine starts]

[Kaliski] Captain
Tripp, would you explain

your professional
relationship with Major Lasley?

[Tripp] I'm his
Executive Officer.

Can you tell me how the
major prepares his men
for an exercise?

He stresses three areas:

preparation, teamwork
and physical conditioning.

The major does
the briefings himself.

He uses charts,
audio-visual and other aids.

In fact, hasn't the
major been the source

of good-natured ribbing
concerning these briefings?

Yes, sir.

They call him Major Workload.

[light laughter]

What are your duties, Captain?

I'm in charge
of making sure

all aspects of the exercise
are fully coordinated.

The major's big
on communication.

[Kaliski] And what
about personal conditioning?

[Tripp] Our unit has the highest
PFT scores three years running.

Major Lasley believes casualties
should never be the result
of unfit personnel.

Had these men been trained
under difficult weather
conditions?

-[Tripp] Yes, they had, sir.
-[Kaliski] Was there a
problem during training?

No, sir. Any reason
to believe these men

could not handle the
conditions presented to them?

-None at all, sir.
-Did anyone in your unit
on the night of the exercise

question the wisdom of
launching under such conditions?

No, sir.

Thank you.
Your witness.

So, Captain,
given your testimony

would you say that Major
Lasley's men believe in him?

Yes, I would, ma'am.

Is he good to them?

Yes, ma'am.

In what way?

Excuse me, ma'am?

Well, does he buy them gifts?

He has.

Has he ever bought
you any gifts, Captain?

[Tripp] Yes, ma'am,
all within regulations.

-Does he let his men have fun?
-Within reason.

Captain, isn't there an
understanding in your unit

that certain rules can be bent
as long as the major
receives complete allegiance

in return?
Objection. Irrelevant!

Where are you going
with this, Colonel?

To the heart of the
Captain's testimony, sir.

We're allowed to impeach.

Overruled.

Captain, I'm talking
about the kind of loyalty

where responsibility
is diverted away from the top.

Answer the question, Captain.

I'm not sure I
understand it, sir.

Has any member of your
unit consciously taken the heat

for the major?

That may have happened, ma'am.

Whoa, you... Sorry.

It's okay.

No problem.
Hey, look.

I don't want to
get into it, Harm.

All right.

Yeah, where are you headed?

I thought I'd take a quick nap.

Oh. I'm going to take a swim,
maybe do a header off the bow.

Harm...

I... I feel bad
for you in there.

Must be hard to watch
from the rear seat

when you know
you could do better.

Tell me about it.
The guy's handing you the case.

-Or I'm taking it from him.
-Yeah, well, you know.

Either way, it's a
cake walk for you, huh?

That's because
your client's guilty
and a bad Marine to boot.

Since when does challenging
your men make you a bad Marine?

It's easy to push people
knowing you don't
have to take the fall

-if things go south.
-Mac, why would
he have risked it?

I mean, what was
to be gained from it?

If he didn't believe
his men could handle it,

why send them out there?

I don't know.

That's for you to figure out.

Well, what makes
you think I won't?

[Rossbach]
Why are you
calling this late, Admiral?

-Should I be worried?
-Well...

Lisa snuck out and
hasn't come back.

Admiral, you know what
my nickname is aboard ship?

Captain Mom.

Do you see
the irony in that?

The difference is that our
children are not obligated

by regulation to obey our rules.

Are you saying I'm
a bad mother, sir?

No, Merrill.

I'm saying that you're
a damn good captain,
a squared-away officer,

but because of that,
your sense of command

can't help but filter
down to your daughter.

Do you have a suggestion on
how to rectify this, Admiral?

Well, yeah, but it
comes with a price.

Is this based on your experience
with your own daughter?

[chuckles]

The road not taken.

You rarely talk about her, A.J.

That's 'cause I rarely see her.

Here they are, sir.

Are you looking for
anything in particular, sir?

Looking for some
help, Lieutenant.

I'll assist you
any way I can, sir.

Are any of these seaworthy?

My boat, sir.

Well, you feel like
taking her for a ride?

[Gladden] We encountered
lightning at about this point,
sir.

Did anything happen as a result?

No, sir.

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

I made an angle shift
about right here, sir.

Do it.

Yes, sir.

Slow us down.

Yes, sir.

The waves seem to be breaking
a little harder on this angle.

Can you get us in closer?

Yes, sir.

[clattering]

[engine stops]

What was that, sir?

Sandbar.

[Chegwidden] Miss him?

[sighs]

What are you doing here?

Looking for my goddaughter.

Well, she's not
coming back to you.

She doesn't belong to me.

I didn't go see that boy.

You ruined it for me.

Well, my apologies

if I don't feel
guilty about that.

I could always talk to my dad.

You can still talk
to your mother.

She doesn't know
a thing about me.

She knew where to find you.

Big deal!

She sent
you
to take care of it.

[Rossbach] Not this time.

[sighs]

Lisa?

I love you.

New evidence.

Make any sense to you?

-Sure does.
-What does it say?

-That I'm innocent.
-[Rabb]
Corporal Bardu,

what were your duties
during the preparation
for the exercise?

I was in charge of distributing
all briefing materials, sir.

Did you distribute
oceanographic charts, Corporal?

-I did, sir.
-The originals?

No, sir. We were
short on originals.

I had to make copies.

[Rabb] At the original size?

[Bardu] Well, they were
too big for the machine, sir,

so I had to reduce them.

By how much, Corporal?

40 percent, sir.

Lieutenant, can you see a
sandbar on this chart copy?

No, sir, the scale is
insufficient to reveal it, sir.

So you were unaware of
it the night of the exercise?

Yes, sir.

Is it in the way of your
designated approach route?

Just to the left, sir.

[Rabb] Doesn't give you
much of an alley, does it?

[Gladden] No, sir.

Did you lead your team
over that sandbar, Lieutenant?

I'm afraid I did, sir.

Not knowing it was there, I
made an approach adjustment

that subjected us
to increased surf activity.

Now, how did you make
this adjustment, Lieutenant?

With my compass, sir.
It was pretty stormy out
there and hard to read,

but thinking we had room,

I figured a few degrees
one way or the other

-wouldn't matter, sir.
-Well, why did you have
to use your compass?

Why couldn't you follow
the infrared chemical
markers into the beach?

There was only one
chem marker visible, sir,

so I couldn't line us up.

[knocking]

Getting comfortable, sir?

Heading out, Lieutenant.

I thought we were going
to have a meeting, sir.

We are. We can
talk during our run.

[laughs]
We're running?

We look like we have
the same size shoe.

A little worn,
but those should work.

Well, exactly how far
are we running, sir?

It's eight miles
to my apartment.

I can drive you back from there.

I jog to and from work.

-Is that a problem, Lieutenant?
-No, no, sir.

It's just I'm a
little confused, sir.

I thought you mentioned
something about refreshments.

Trail mix.

-Trail mix?
-Energy food.

Sir, does this have anything
to do with my weight?

This is about your
career, Lieutenant.

Sergeant Batacan,

you placed the I-R chem
markers on the beach?

In advance of the
assault team, sir.

Did you place them as
indicated by the attack plan?

Yes, sir. I could see them as we
headed back into the surf.

Why was only one visible

to the raid force
commander, Sergeant?

I don't know, sir.

Did the exercise
begin on schedule?

It was delayed one hour, sir.

Did you take into
account the rising tide

when you placed the
lower marker, Sergeant?

No, sir, I'm afraid I did not.

Is it possible, then, Sergeant

that that marker
was washed away?

Probable, sir.

Captain Huddleston...

why did you
convince Major Lasley

to delay the exercise, sir?

I was unhappy with
our position in the water.

I felt that because
of the bad weather

that it would subject

the assault team to undue risk,

and I thought that
repositioning would be helpful.

Sir, I'd like to review for
you what I now understand

to be the circumstances
of that evening.

If the exercise had been
allowed to happen on schedule

the lower chem-marker
would not have been swallowed

by the advancing tide.

The raid force commander
could then have properly lined
up

on the beach,
avoided the sandbar

and the resulting high surf.

Does this suggest
anything to you, sir,

about your role in this tragedy?

Yes.

That it's possible
that I contributed.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, if the launch was
aborted and rescheduled

during calmer conditions,
would there have been
ten-foot swells at the sandbar?

No.

Thank you.

[overlapping chatter]

What did she want?

She's looking for a settlement.

The commander pulled
this one out of his hat.

So what do we do, sir?

I need you to do me
a favor now, Major.

Anything, sir.

I want to put you on the stand

so that you can accept
responsibility for the incident.

[laughs]

Funny, sir.

I'm serious.

Why in the world
would I do that?

Because it will show the members
that you have the
integrity and the maturity

to accept accountability
regardless of the
mistakes made by others.

I agree with him, Major.
It's time to put yourself back
in the hands of your peers.

You need to show the
members that you're one of them.

But I'm not.

They all resent me.

If I give them the
opportunity, they'll put it
to me.

Major, it's a matter of trust.

No, sir. It's a matter
of right and wrong.

The evidence speaks for itself.

The evidence is still
open to interpretation.

The members could still decide

that the safest choice
was to abort the mission.

This way, you show
them that you're willing

to accept that possibility.

But I'm not.

Nor should any leader
who prepares his
men properly... sir.

Forget it.

I'm not testifying.

[woman]
Major Warren Lasley...

United States Marine Corps

on the charge and specification
of negligent homicide

this court-martial
finds you not guilty.

On the charge and specification

of dereliction of duty,
the court finds you guilty.

[Judge] This court is dismissed.

-[gavel bangs]
-[murmuring]

[Kaliski]
I love this stuff.

Looking for someone?

Yeah, a friend.

I couldn't find her below.

A "she," huh?

Don't understand
how men and women
get it on in the military.

It's got to be daunting.

Serious?

Maybe not.

Bird's ready, sir.

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