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Coming up to the drop zone, Gunny.

Should be just over the next ridge.

Roger that, sir.

We got the word!

It's time to leave the nest!

Let's go!

Drop zone in three, two, one.

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

-Go. -What the hell is that?

[screaming]

We're hit!

We lost the tail rotor!

Mayday! Mayday! This is Werewolf One!

We are going down! We are going down!

[narrator] Following in his father's footsteps as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.,

suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness

Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate General Corps

which investigates, defends and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer, Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity

that made him a top gun in the air.

[theme music playing]

[Rabb] One helo was a Sea King and the other was unknown.

-[knocking] -[Chegwidden] Enter.

Sorry, I'm late, sir.

I was checking out the state statutes on gaming.

Let me guess, Admiral Drake's wife.

Just be careful, Major. She's just as stubborn as the Admiral

and twice as mean.

[chuckles]

I read the flash message on the aircraft incident, sir.

Any words of wisdom you'd like to impart to the Commander before he leaves?

I'm not going?

Well, from the looks of things,

I'd say that your hands are full.

But, sir, this investigation's

on a Marine Corps base.

Hmm. The Commander's a big boy.

I don't think he needs you there to protect him.

Any questions, Commander?

No, sir.

[Chegwidden] Good. Would you send in

Lieutenant Roberts on the way out?

Aye, sir.

Pack your bags, Bud. We're going on safari.

The Admiral wants to see you.

He does?

I should be going with you.

Of course, you should. Burning sun,

poisonous snakes, stinging scorpions.

It's a Club Med for Marines.

Right now, that sounds wonderful.

Do you know what the Admiral has me doing?

Freedom of Information Act requests

student loan recovery, delinquent car loans

and Admiral Drake's wife wants clearance

to hold a bingo game at Bethesda.

-A fund-raiser? -Yep.

Why am I doing this?

Do you have any idea why Admiral Chegwidden is so mad at me?

The same reason we all are, Mac.

You wanted to see me, sir?

[Chegwidden] Yes. Um, you're aware

that JAG has an opening for administrative assistant.

-Yes, sir. -At ease.

I assume you're also aware

that Ensign Sims' detailer

has proposed her for this assignment.

That-that's great, Admiral.

Ensign Sims is a very hot worker...

Hard worker.

She's a very nice girl, sir,

and she'd be a great asset to JAG, sir.

Well, it's not her assets I'm concerned with, Lieutenant.

It's her boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

Boyfriend? Meaning...

Sir, my relationship with Ensign Sims is strictly professional.

I can assure you we would both conduct our affairs like officers.

I don't mean "affairs" affairs, sir.

I-I mean... you know.

Just don't make me send a chaperone

every time you two go to the copy room together.

Absolutely not. You can count on me, Admiral.

Good. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant...

You're right. Uh, Ensign Sims is a nice girl.

Thank you, sir.

Any chance she has a sister?

Sir?

[man] It's hard to believe anyone could walk away from this, sir.

How many survived?

All but one, sir.

The recon team all bailed out before the aircraft went down.

And the pilot, Captain Cray managed a controlled crash

that his co-pilot, Lieutenant Flynn walked away from.

Captain Cray wasn't so lucky.

What about the men in the other helicopter?

There was no other helicopter, Lieutenant.

We were told this was a mid-air collision between two helos.

Well, that's what we thought, too, sir,

but all our other birds are present and accounted for.

If they didn't hit another helicopter then what did they hit?

Nobody knows, sir.

I think they were hoping you could tell us.

[sighs]

Ma'am?

Harriet, welcome to JAG.

If this is a bad time, I can come back.

No, it's fine. Come on in.

I could actually use the company.

Commander Rabb is investigating a Marine helo crash

while I am stuck here with a bingo game.

[knocking]

Excuse me, I'm looking for a good attorney

and I was told that you're the best.

Uh, Ensign Sims, this is Dalton Lowne.

-Hi. -Hi.

[both] Nice to meet you.

I'll check in with you later, Major.

-Bye, Mr. Lowne. -Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, uh, today's the big day.

I thought I'd give you a ride and that way

I can give you my patented pep talk on the way over.

Well, do I look like I need it?

You look like you're having second thoughts.

Oh, just nervous, I guess.

Hmm.

Is this what you're wearing?

Uh, yeah. Is something wrong with it?

No, no, no.

Not as long as you, uh, wear it with this.

Uh, I can't.

-Why not? -That's worth more than my car.

Mac, my tennis shoes are worth more than your car.

-They smell better, too. -Oh.

Please, take it as, uh, as a good luck charm.

I've never had this much luck in my life.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

[camera shutter clicking]

It's like a giant jigsaw puzzle isn't it, sir?

Yep.

Looks like they lost a tail rotor.

What is it, sir?

I don't know.

I don't think it came off this aircraft, though.

Something's not right here, Bud.

[sighs]

You've got a Marine helicopter at 2,200 feet traveling at 60 knots,

collides with another aircraft mid-air

which sheers off its tail rotor.

He auto rotates down, impacts here, boom.

What happened to the other aircraft?

It obviously didn't impact here.

Not enough debris.

So where's the other crash site?

I'm going to have to ask you people to get back in your vehicle

and return to your base.

This crash site is under JAG investigation.

Not anymore. This entire area is now under the jurisdiction

-of the Defense Security Division. -What?

Yeah. Somebody should have told you we were coming down.

I'm Special Investigator Palmer.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Sorry, Commander,

don't mean to step on anyone's toes

but like you, I'm just following orders.

Why is DSD involved in this?

Not in a position to reveal that information.

I'm going to have to confiscate your film, Lieutenant.

[Rabb] I don't think so.

Defense Security Division

has no jurisdiction over JAG.

We do now.

I'm under executive orders

from the Congressional Military Preparedness Committee.

Look, until I am issued those orders

this is my crash site.

Consider yourself issued, sir.

-This is not over. -Yes, it is, Commander.

And if you don't mind handing over that piece of evidence, please.

Thank you.

All right, people, let's clean this up.

Sir, why would they take us off this investigation?

I don't know, Bud.

But maybe this thing behind your ear

-will shed a clue. -You kept a piece?

Send it to Washington to have it analyzed.

[man] I don't like this any more

than you do, Commander.

Sir, a Marine helicopter crashed on a Marine base.

What the hell does this have to do with the Defense Security Division?

You have a reputation of being quite the pit bull

when you want something.

Well, I like to think of myself--

I like pit bulls, Commander.

What I don't like is a bunch of Washington pencil-necks

coming into my backyard,

and dumping into my sandbox!

One of my Marines died out there, Commander,

and I want to know why.

I want to know how.

And I want to know now.

And if Congress has a problem with that,

then they can just come down here

and kiss my Marine-green butt.

Yes, sir.

[Richard] We're all very impressed

with your trial records, Sarah.

And at the risk of sounding sexist

it would be nice to look at a pretty face around here

for a change.

Thank you, sir.

We're not in the military here, either, Sarah.

Please call me Richard.

Well, Richard, I love litigation

but right now, I work on a case-by-case basis.

I deal with individuals not with the law.

Now I know you're preparing to argue a right-to-life case

before the Supreme Court.

What you say may change the law.

I want to be a part of that. I want to make a difference.

[Richard] The partners and I agree

you would be a great addition to our firm,

and that is why we are prepared now to make you this offer.

Well, go ahead, open it. It's not booby-trapped.

It's, um...

Wow. It's very generous.

[Richard] It's just the beginning.

Now, Sarah, I know this is a tough decision

and I don't want to rush you but time is of the essence.

The offer is good until Friday at noon.

[vehicle approaching]

Mrs. Cray.

My husband was supposed to do this, you know.

I've been asking him to fix it for two months.

Mrs. Cray, I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant, J.G., Roberts.

We'd like to ask you a few questions

concerning your husband's accident.

Why?

Well, we're trying to figure out what happened, ma'am.

Prevent it from happening in the future.

We understand this is a difficult time for you.

Oh, yeah? What makes you such an expert, Commander?

Well, my father was a pilot, ma'am.

He was shot down in Vietnam.

So, what? Is that supposed to make me feel better, Commander?

Because it doesn't.

I don't, I don't care about you or your father

or the Marine Corps.

If you were expecting to come here and find a grieving widow,

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

As far am I'm concerned the Marine Corps killed my husband.

That's not true, ma'am.

Oh, no? Prove it.

Well, that's what we're trying to do, ma'am.

That's why we're investigating.

My husband crashed.

My husband died. It's simple,

and it happens to women just like me every day.

I thought I was different. I thought my husband

was better and... luckier...

I was wrong.

She's really taking this hard, Commander.

Yeah. She's still in shock, Bud.

She hasn't allowed herself to grieve.

She will.

She has to.

[playing "Taps"]

She's not taking the flag, sir.

[helicopter flies overhead]

[man] Whatever hit us damaged our tail rotor.

You went into a spin?

Yes, sir.

Merlin controlled the crash the best he could

using just the stick and collective.

You know, he saved my life.

[Roberts] We were initially led to believe

that you had collided with another helicopter?

Well, whatever hit us was no helo, Lieutenant.

Well, what do you think it was?

I wish I knew, sir.

Merlin took evasive action,

but it still clipped our tail.

Any warning on the radar?

No, sir. It came out of nowhere.

What about the Marines who parachuted out? They see anything?

I don't know, sir.

Well, sir, it was big and black

like it absorbed every bit of light that hit it

and it had a crescent-shaped arc of lights that pulsed on and off

but no other distinct markings, sir.

Did you hear an engine?

Not really, sir. I felt it as much as I heard it.

It was weird that way.

It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

It was like a big shadow passing overhead.

I was thrown out of the aircraft on impact.

I looked up to check my chute and that's when I saw the helo go down, sir.

This other aircraft, did you see it crash?

No, sir.

So, it's possible it flew away.

Yes. I guess so, sir.

[MacKenzie] Hey, Bud. What's up?

DSD? Yeah. I'll see what I can find out.

Excuse me, Major. You want these?

Uh, how's the Commander taking it?

Yeah, I bet.

All right. What else do you need?

Okay. All right. I'm on it.

You, too, Bud. Bye.

Well, how is Bud?

Oh, he's fine.

You know, Bud's a wonderful guy.

-He's smart, he's funny, he's romantic. -Yeah, but?

Sometimes I just think he tries a little too hard,

that's all.

He's an officer and a gentleman to a fault.

It's like I'm dating this knight

in shining armor.

And that's a bad thing?

Did you ever try to make love

to a man wearing armor, Major?

Does football equipment count?

That was a rhetorical question. I didn't mean to...

I'm kidding, Harriet.

Oh.

[Dalton] You did great. Everyone was impressed.

Really, or are you just saying that?

No, no. They loved you.

Not as much as I do, of course, but...

I think that we should celebrate with some dinner. What do you think?

Well, I think it's about time you fed me.

Hmm, how about, uh, Le Cirque?

Uh, Dalton, Le Cirque's in New York.

So's my deposition.

I-I found out on the way over here. I'm sorry.

Dr. Swenson just became available

and he's the world's leading expert on euthanasia

and a key witness in our case, so...

Well, I'll drop you off at National

and we can have dinner some other time.

Well,

see, I was thinking

maybe you could be at the deposition

beside me.

I mean, come with me.

Spend the night.

Well, I have to work.

You can take the shuttle out of Kennedy at 6:00,

be back at JAG by 8:00.

Uh, that does sound interesting. Mmm.

All right, but you can't just dazzle me with opportunity.

You still have to feed me.

Well, I've got a suite booked at the Regent.

We could order room service.

Yeah or not.

[Roberts] This may be the first recorded incident of a military aircraft

involved in an air-to-air collision

with an unidentified flying object.

I knew it.

I knew it was only a matter of time

until you started in with the UFOs.

Sir, until whatever it is

that collided with the helicopter is identified

it technically is a UFO.

Yeah, so is a seagull

until they dig his guts out of your engine, Bud.

Oh, thank you for that very vivid picture, Commander.

Haven't you ever heard of the Foo fighters?

-The band? -No, not the band.

In World War II, Allied pilots regularly engaged

in air-to-air intercepts with unidentified flying objects.

They called them "Foo fighters."

Until a flying saucer

with little green men come down

and threaten to interrupt the Super Bowl,

-I don't want to hear about it, okay, Bud? -Sir? Sir?

-What? -Sir...

What the hell was that?

That's what I was telling you about, sir.

Where the hell is the damn thing?

[Roberts] There it is again, sir.

Hang on.

-Where did it go? -I don't know. It keeps changing directions.

There's no way that's a plane or a helicopter, sir.

[tires squealing]

Right where you are.

Keep your hands where we can see 'em.

Hold up.

[Colonel Barret] I talked to your admiral today.

I did not tell him that you were detained

by a private security force for trespassing.

-I appreciate that, sir. -He already knew.

There are some very angry congressmen

who want me to throw your butts on the first transport back east.

Colonel, we're not finished with our investigation, sir.

Our friends at Defense Security Division

seemed to have finished it for you.

"Mechanical failure and pilot error."

Colonel, that is impossible. There is no way

they could make an accurate assessment of the crash this quickly.

Now, we saw something last night in the desert

over the Bradenhurst Corporation.

Something I believe is tied in with this crash.

Sir, all I need is 24 hours.

The next transport out of here is full, gentlemen.

You'll have to wait till 1100 tomorrow

before you can go back to DC.

Thank you, sir.

-Ensign Sims. -Yes, sir.

Uh, where is Major MacKenzie?

Uh, she's not here, sir.

I can see that, uh, Ensign.

That's why I was asking you where she was.

Um, I'm sure she'll be here at any moment, Admiral.

Do you know where Major MacKenzie is?

Uh, Admiral.

Uh, can I have a word with you, sir?

Five minutes. My office.

Okay, um, Admiral Drake's wife called. She said--

I called her from the airport.

Okay. A General Kraglime called about an affidavit.

Uh, faxed them from the plane.

Okay. And then Commander Rabb wanted you to get him some

-Satellite photos. -satellite photos.

[Chegwidden] I'm getting doors slammed

in my face all over town.

I've got a weapons program manager

telling me DSD is not my concern

but I got people in the field, JAGs that I support.

So, I keep pressing, hoping to find the truth

so you can imagine my chagrin when I learned that not one

but two of my officers have been caught trespassing.

[Rabb] I am sorry, Admiral.

We were following an unidentified...

aircraft, sir, that we believed to have been involved in the crash.

Unidentified aircraft, as in UFO?

You're spending too much time in the desert with Lieutenant Roberts.

Admiral, we saw something.

My guess is it came from the Bradenhurst Corporation.

It would explain the high security, sir.

The Bradenhurst Corporation is a government contractor.

They dispose of biochemical weapons.

They're authorized to use deadly force.

You could've been shot as a terrorist

trying to score Sarin nerve gas.

[Rabb] Well, my guess is that's just a cover

to keep people away, Mac.

No one's going to advertise as a top-secret weapons builder.

Well, they're a defense contractor.

It would explain why they're getting assistance from DSD.

Somebody's pulling strings for 'em.

National security is one thing

but someone's got to be held accountable

for that Marine's death.

And this is never going to happen so long

as the Bradenhurst Corporation can hide

behind a wall of secrecy.

So, what are you proposing, Commander?

[Tiner] Admiral Elgin. The Admiral's in...

[Elgin] We need to talk...

now.

Come up with a plan,

Commander, immediately.

Keep me informed.

Ye-- Yes, sir.

Excuse us, Major. Close the door behind you.

Aye, sir.

You were told to pull your men off the helicopter crash.

They haven't completed their investigation.

D.S.D. wrapped it up.

My men haven't.

This isn't even DSD's jurisdiction.

It is if Cinc-Pac says it is.

It's called chain-of-command, AJ.

Those on top give orders to those below them.

-Understood? -I understand.

I understand somebody's yanking my chain, and I don't like it.

A marine was killed in that accident and I expect answers.

And I refuse to let that go unacknowledged

or unavenged

and with all due respect, you can go to hell

if you think I'm going to let you or anybody else

use that dead marine as a fall guy.

You want to cross swords with me, Chegwidden?

Because if we get into this you might just find yourself

fighting to keep the bars on your sleeve.

Well, I never met a SEAL yet

who didn't like a good bar fight, sir.

They sure picked this place clean, Commander.

Yep. This is Lieutenant Commander Rabb, JAG corps.

I sent a fragment to be analyzed.

Really?

Well, perfect material for an aircraft.

So, who makes it?

As in outer space?

Well, well, can you find out?

What?

Well, don't hold your breath.

Thanks.

Our specimen mysteriously went missing.

-How? -Aw, it doesn't matter, Bud.

The technician said it was some sort of space-age composite,

nothing he'd ever seen before

which proves we are on the right track.

We sure could have used that piece of evidence, sir.

Yeah, well, I don't want just a piece, Bud.

I want this whole thing.

[engine starting]

Do you know how beautiful you look tonight?

-Not too ostentatious? -No. Never.

Are you sure? 'Cause I don't want to stand out.

Well, there's no way of avoiding that, is there?

Ah, Dalton, Sarah.

Excuse me, Senator.

Well, I hope Dalton has told you

how absolutely beautiful you look this evening.

Well, he did his best.

Will someone tell me who took women out of dresses

and put them in three-piece, pinstripe suits?

How are you tonight, Dalton?

Never better, Senator. Never better.

Now, tell me that you're not one of these damn lawyers.

Well, sorry to disappoint you, Senator.

Oh.

Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Judge Advocate General Corps, sir.

A Marine?

I fought with the Seventh Infantry in Korea.

Damn near froze my tail off

at Chosin Reservoir

and I don't remember any Marine majors...

[chuckles]

that looked like you.

Mmm.

[chuckles]

[Rabb] According to these satellite photos

the Bradenhurst Corporation has two runways on its property.

Toxic waste is always moved by road or rail.

It's never moved by air, it's far too dangerous.

So, why do they have two runways?

Hmm?

Exactly.

The key to this whole thing is behind those gates.

If we're going to get the evidence we need, Bud, we have to get inside.

I think we already tried that, sir,

and if I remember correctly, we were completely unsuccessful.

Well, I don't plan on getting caught this time.

I'm going to get in and get out

without anyone ever knowing I was there.

How do plan on doing that, sir?

-You are going to distract them. -Me, sir?

What, you want me to distract the guys that caught us last night

the guys that are authorized to use deadly force?

Bud, come on. They may be authorized to use deadly force,

but they usually just shoot you in the knees.

[indistinct conversations]

[Richard] I respectfully disagree, Senator.

There is a limit to what states can be forced to provide.

Now, the Constitution does not require states

to furnish all possible medical care.

[Senator] Now, let me see if I understand this, Dick.

The state is refusing to pay for an operation

that may save this woman's life.

Our argument is that the operation is an experimental procedure

that is clinically inappropriate.

Therefore, the state cannot be forced to pay for it.

Mm-hmm. What do you think about this Miss MacKenzie?

I'm not an expert in that area of law, Senator.

Senator, uh, you may be placing Major MacKenzie in a bit of a hard place.

You see, we just made her a job offer.

Ah, well, she'll agree with you, Dick.

Major?

I believe the state should provide equal access to health care

and leave the life and death decisions to God.

I mean, let's face it, he is more qualified in that job

than any of us.

Ha-ha! Finally,

somebody who speaks some sense.

Now, you're not going to hold this against her, are you, Dick?

Senator, matters of principle have nothing to do with Sarah's job qualifications.

What a world. [chuckles]

Where did you get all this stuff from, sir?

Compliments of Colonel Barret.

Whatever you do, Bud,

make sure I have enough time to get in there.

What do I do if they come back?

Name, rank and social, Lieutenant.

Not Bradenhurst. Um...

Oh, run like hell.

And, uh, Bud.

Yeah.

Whatever you do,

don't let them probe you.

[quietly] No probe.

[soldiers gasping]

This is Alpha Unit. We've got an explosion

outside gate three. Going to investigate.

We need backup, on the double.

Let's go, let's go. Let's move.

[tires screeching]

How are you feeling, Commander?

[groaning]

Like six feet of well-used latrine.

The nausea will wear off shortly.

You were trespassing again.

Listen, when did "top secret" become everybody's business?

Do you have any idea how many nut cases we have

trying to break onto this site

'cause they think we have crashed spaceships

and aliens on ice out here?

Who are you?

You're not DSD.

Advanced weapons and research?

I saw the aircraft.

I...

felt whatever the hell that was you hit me with.

Some kind of new pulse weapon my guess.

We build weapons here, Commander.

Weapons that your military relies on.

Weapons that save lives.

Now, why would you try to jeopardize that?

Don't start singing "Old Glory" to me.

This isn't about patriotism.

This is about money.

Designing and selling weapons is a business

just like it is for cars, stereos, and candy bars

and it's competitive as hell.

There are deadlines to meet, and Washington expects results.

You cut corners, you trim costs.

[groaning softly]

You push test flights.

Anything to give you the edge over the guy in the secret lab next door.

Sooner or later, there's an accident.

This one cost a Marine aviator his life.

You will be held accountable.

You know, if I were you, Commander,

I'd be less concerned with us

and more worried about how your recent actions will affect your career.

That is, assuming that you still have one when this is all over.

Let's go.

[man] Where's Commander Rabb now?

I don't know, sir.

Well, am I to assume that Commander Rabb has been arrested?

Accosted? Abducted?

-What, Lieutenant? -I'm not sure, sir.

I wasn't close enough to see everything

but I believe they beamed him,

like a deer in headlights.

What do you mean, they "beamed" him?

Like, with a spotlight?

I believe it may have been a vortex weapon, sir.

A high-powered shock wave. It's the latest in nonlethal military soft weapons.

You weren't beamed yourself, by any chance were you, Lieutenant?

[Rabb] I'm not going to let you sweep this under the carpet.

You've got no proof of anything.

This accident was investigated,

a cause was determined, and we don't exist.

[men grunting]

Ah, this is Palmer. We got a security breach at section eight. Come on!

[man] Roger. Responding to breach in section eight.

Securing all exits. Teams Bravo and Charlie respond.

[soldier] Bravo Team. We copy. We're on it.

There he is!

Security, he's probably heading for the southwest exit.

-Got it? Easy. -Yeah.

[soldier] Security, this is Bravo Team.

He's in a truck headed for the gate.

Get in the other truck and follow him.

Yes, sir. Let's go!

Let's go!

Don't let him get away.

Shoot out the tires.

Yes, sir.

I would have got away if this thing had afterburners.

-Where is it? -I don't know what you're talking about.

Wrong answer.

You just crossed the line, Palmer.

Well, then, let's try again.

What are you going to do, shoot me?

I am authorized to use deadly force.

At least read the signs, Commander.

Do it.

You like to play chicken, is that it?

Well, who's the chicken now?

Put the gun down, and let's find out.

Looks like we got ourselves a standoff here.

This man has something which belongs to us.

[Rabb] Colonel, I have evidence

that the Bradenhurst Corporation

have a secret aircraft

that collided with your Marine helicopter,

causing the subsequent death of Captain Cray.

You can't prove that.

Yes, I can.

I am taking Commander Rabb into my custody

along with any and all items on his person

and if you don't want the same thing to happen to you, Mr. Palmer,

I suggest you get off my base now.

You got nothing.

We'll see about that in court.

Palmer?

I owed him that, Colonel.

Damn.

And we get the bad reputation.

[engine starting]

All right, let's go.

[knocking]

Enter.

At ease, Major. Uh, you need something?

Uh, yes, sir.

What is this?

My request for terminal leave.

I'm resigning my commission, sir.

I've been offered a job at a civilian law firm.

I thought something like this was coming.

Is that why you took me off the big cases?

You're not happy here?

No, sir. I-I mean, yes, sir.

It's more complicated than that.

It's about long-term career goals.

You know, spreading my wings.

I don't suppose there's anything I could say

to make you change your mind?

I'd prefer that you didn't, sir.

They're putting me on a big case that's going to be argued

in front of the Supreme Court.

How soon are you going to be leaving?

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to begin terminal leave on Monday.

Monday?

I'm sorry, Admiral.

I know this is short notice.

Damn short notice.

It was a sudden offer.

I have 45 days' leave on the books.

You ambushed me, Major.

Uh, I'm sorry, Admiral.

If there was any other way, I...

I know it doesn't come as a total surprise.

My current assignments attest to that, sir.

Fine. If you want to leave that badly, consider it done.

You were an asset to the Marine corps and to JAG.

You will be missed.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

So am I, Major.

So am I.

Major,

you are dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Major, I don't mean to sound stupid

but do you really have to do this?

No, I don't have to, Bud, but I want to.

I'm going to miss you, Major.

Well, I'm going to be a civilian soon, Bud.

You might as well get used to calling me Sarah.

I don't think I can, ma'am.

Uh, have you seen Commander Rabb?

Well, tell him I said good-bye

and just try to keep him out of trouble, okay?

You can count on me, ma'am.

I know, Bud.

I know.

Trying to sneak away without saying good-bye, Major?

I'd prefer "good luck."

Good luck.

It's been a pleasure serving with you.

Commander Harm,

I know you probably feel betrayed and there's just so many things

I need to say to explain myself.

No, you don't.

It's okay.

I understand.

I may not like it, but, uh...

I'm happy for you.

I mean, hell, it's not like you're going to Afghanistan.

I mean, you're taking a job in Washington, right?

We'll probably be fighting each other in court again next week.

I'd like that.

Well, it's 'cause you're a masochist.

[chuckling]

Oh, hey, don't start crying.

People see Marines cry, and they give the Corps a bad name.

Permission to hug the Commander?

Sure. Permission granted.

I'm going to miss you, Harm.

I'm going to miss you, too, Sarah.

Your ride's here.

Nice car.

Yeah, but it's no Tomcat.

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