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[man] Did you bring the money?

[Rabb] $20,000, like we agreed.

You bring the documents?

The money, please.

Trust, but verify, yes?

Garbage One to Control.

Subject has entered warehouse at Fulton and 12th.

[over radio] Control to Garbage One. Proceed.

10-4, Control.

We're going in.

These the originals?

Of course.

Photocopies would do you no good as evidence.

-Do you read Russian? -No.

No matter, you can get it translated.

The money, please, Commander Rabb.

First, I get it translated,

then you get the money.

This is not acceptable.

But reasonable, Tovarish.

You made my heart stop, Mischa.

Unfortunately, it started up again.

[Rabb] What the hell's going on here?

Who's he?

I went to great risk and expense

to get this material, Colonel.

That's why I'm here.

Please.

I don't think so.

I have no order to kill you today, Commander Rabb,

only to retrieve the dossier.

[cans rattling]

[gunshot]

FBI, don't move!

Drop the weapon.

Now.

[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.

[opening theme music playing]

[agent] This whole thing smells like yesterday's fish.

You're a JAG officer,

but you're not working for JAG?

Not tonight.

You go to a deserted warehouse

in the middle of the night for a meeting.

Why, if you're not on the job?

-[Rabb] It was personal business. -With a Russian criminal?

You know, guys, I really didn't check his background.

Stepan Gregorovitch Konaplanik,

Russian mafia,

thief, smuggler, killer.

-He's on the FBI Alert list. -We've been tracking him since

he entered the country a week ago.

You know who he contacted?

You.

These documents, they mention yourname.

That's not my name.

That's my father.

1969, my father was shot down

over Vietnam.

I found out he was shipped

to the Soviet Union as a P.O.W.

What's this got to do with Konaplanik?

Konaplanik contacted me three weeks ago.

Said he had proof my father was still alive.

And he offered to sell you this proof?

That's right.

We set up a meeting.

We were about to make the exchange

and the other guy showed up.

Right, right.

The other guy. Mischa.

I don't like one of my officers being treated like a criminal.

Then he should stop acting like one and cooperate.

He iscooperating.

Why is he involved with the Russian mafia?

You know what I think happened?

You made a deal, like you said.

You showed up with the money; he asked for more...

And you whacked him.

There was another guy there.

Hewas the shooter.

So he shoots Konaplanik?

He puts the gun in your hand

-and then he disappears? -That's right,

except he didn't put the gun in my hand!

There was no one else there.

You had the money, you had the documents,

you had the gun.

No one went out the front.

All the other doors and windows were stuck shut.

There was no one else.

If Rabb says there was, then there was.

I assume you checked the weapon for prints.

The weapon has a checkered, rubber grip

no prints.

The gunfire residue test shows

your man fired a handgun.

They pulled this out of Konaplanik.

It's a hundred-grain, truncated hollow-point.

Israeli-made. Recognize it?

I use a 115-grain full metal jacket. Sorry.

Come on, Commander.

The vic's a killer. Scum.

Nobody's going to miss him.

Hell, you'll probably get

a medal for shooting him.

Admit you did it

and we can all go home.

[chuckling]

I say something funny?

Yeah. The technique you're using...

I used it on a suspect last week.

Did he confess?

Uh-uh.

Turns out he was innocent.

Lieutenant, what I'm about to tell you is confidential.

Yes, sir. My loose lips will sink no ships.

Commander Rabb is involved in an FBI murder investigation.

Who was murdered, sir?

Um, Russian mafioso

or mafia-nik, or whatever the hell they're called.

Any suspects, sir?

Yeah. Commander Rabb.

I'm-I'm sorry, sir.

I thought you said Commander Rabb.

The FBI is interrogating him now.

I want him out.

Yes, sir.

-[sighs] -How, sir?

Lieutenant, shake the cobwebs loose.

Find me Clayton Webb.

Sir, it's 0245.

I...

Aye, sir.

Yes, sir. Right away.

[agent] Gentlemen...

there's been a development.

I'm Clayton Webb.

I'm taking custody of Commander Rabb.

Like hell you are.

This is an FBI case.

Not anymore.

It comes from the Deputy Director.

Who are you with, Webb, the Agency?

State Department.

Yeah, and I'm a Peace Corps volunteer.

Gentlemen, it's been a blast.

I'll see you again.

Well, I'll look forward to that.

[documents rustle]

Why don't you cut the "State Department" crap?

Webb, everybody knows you're CIA.

Stepan Konaplanik was a stone killer.

Whoever took him out must've been very good.

Thanks, but it wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

Tell me about this other player...

The Colonel.

Six-foot-one, -two; 50s.

Konaplanik knew him.

He called him "Mischa."

"Mischa"?

That's short for Mikhail.

Colonel Mikhail somebody.

I want you to look at some pictures.

So you believe me?

Of course.

I'll call you in the morning.

Clay.

The dossier

has information about my father.

I need it.

I got you out, Rabb.

Don't push your luck.

Uh, good morning, sir.

The Admiral wants to see you.

I'm on my way.

Uh...

Something else, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Just...

welcome back.

Where have I been?

I-I can't really say

but I'm really glad you're not there anymore, sir.

Sir? I just wanted you to know

that if you need anything, you can count on me.

I'll keep that in mind, Bud.

I have a meeting at the Pentagon.

Walk with me.

You were buying stolen documents from a Russian thug.

-Just what in the hell were you thinking? -Sir, that dossier confirms

North Vietnam sent American P.O.W.s to the Soviet Union.

Even if that was the case,

wh-what was that, 30 years ago?

Harm, I know you want to believe

that your father's still alive,

-but what are the odds? -I don't know, sir,

but if my father is alive, others might be, too.

Maybe they'd like to come home.

Sir, I need that dossier.

It's not going to do you any good if you're in prison for murder.

Admiral, I have some leave coming...

Negative, Commander. No leave.

Sir...

However...

until this matter is cleared up,

you're temporarily relieved of your duties.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Admiral, I didn't kill Konaplanik.

Rabb, I already lost one good lawyer

when Major McKenzie resigned.

I don't want to lose another.

Commander Rabb, come on in.

Novack, what the hell are you doing?

Conducting a lawful search.

You got a warrant?

"Phone records, computer disks, firearms, ammunition..."

We're helping local law enforcement

investigate a homicide.

Marvin?

Yeah.

In here.

What's up?

Israeli-made ammo.

What do you want to bet it's nine-millimeter,

-hundred-grain, truncated hollow-points. -It's not mine.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right to remain silent...

[SecNav] You're off course here, Admiral.

If they want to try Rabb in a civilian court, let them.

He's a naval officer, Mr. Secretary.

He's subject to a military court-martial.

Why, you want to convict one of your own people of murder?

If he's guilty.

And exonerate him if he's not.

Admiral, let me clarify the situation.

Our relationship with Russia is currently in a state of, uh...

optimistic convalescence.

-I understand that. -Good.

Now, a naval officer buying secrets stolen from Moscow

is not the act of an ally.

Secrets about American POWs

who ended up in a Soviet prison camp?

We've confronted them on this before. We'll confront them again.

But we don't want to give the impression

that we are sanctioning

covert operations against Russia.

It seems to me, Mr. Secretary,

that a military court could put the proper spin on this case

better than a civilian one.

Well, that, uh, that spin being?

That Rabb

acted on his own with no military involvement.

Can you assure me that this will come out in the preliminary hearing?

It will in an Article 32 hearing, yes, sir.

I'll talk to the Attorney General.

What?

You don't remember me, do you, sir?

-Staff Sergeant...? -Teddy Ramirez.

Four years ago, Parris Island. I was a Lance Corporal then.

Dereliction of duty.

Right!

You got me off.

You used the ignorance defense.

Sure.

How are you, Teddy?

All right, sir.

Look, I'm sorry about this.

I'll pass the word to the other guards you're okay.

If you need anything, sir, you just let me know.

Well, what I need, Teddy, is to get out of here.

What are you doing?

Oh, no. It's not

what you think.

You got visitors.

Thank you, Staff Sergeant.

Hello, Harm.

You look surprised.

I, uh... Carolyn Imes.

I thought you were on assignment in Spain.

I was, and enjoying it.

I figured I'd get Mattoni.

You did get Mattoni.

He's prosecuting.

But murder cases are my specialty, remember?

That's why the Admiral called me back.

Any objections?

No. No.

I'll be assisting, sir.

-Of course you will, Bud. -Well, let's get started.

[Rabb] I heard a noise.

It was probably one of the FBI Agents

tripping over his shoelace.

I grabbed for the Colonel's weapon.

He fired, and he took off.

Before I could do anything, the FBI were on me.

And the Colonel disappeared without a trace,

leaving the dossier behind.

He probably forgot it in all the confusion.

After flying 5,000 miles for it?

[Rabb] Have you talked to the FBI, yet,

about getting a copy of the dossier?

It's not going to happen.

It's classified.

That's ridiculous. If they're going to use it

-as evidence, Carolyn, we have a right to it. -They're not.

Apparently, Mattoni feels the eyewitnesses are enough

not to mention the ammunition in your toilet.

Yeah, well, I always keep my ammunition in the toilet.

It was planted there obviously.

Well, that's going to be difficult to prove.

Carolyn, I need to get out of here.

I can probably get you involuntary manslaughter.

No. No, no, no, no.

-No plea bargaining. -I didn't think so.

We'll go with self-defense, then... Justifiable homicide.

You're basing your strategy on the theory that I killed him.

I'm basing my strategy on what will keep you out of Leavenworth.

You think I killed him?

What I think is irrelevant.

Not to me, it isn't!

If Harm said he didn't do it,

he didn't do it.

[Imes] How well do you know him?

Well, we worked together...

Sometimes on the same side, sometimes as adversaries.

Are you close?

That depends on what you mean by "close."

[knocking at door]

Sarah... Oh, excuse me.

Um, I need those Palomar interrogatories.

Uh, yeah, I'll get to them as soon as I finish

the requests for production you asked for.

All right, thanks. Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Dalton Lowne, Lieutenant Commander Carolyn Imes.

You're not here to steal Major MacKenzie back, are you?

No, but, um, if you have any other openings...

All right, we'll talk. Um, nice to meet you.

I'll be in court the rest of the day, so...

Fine. Yeah, I'll be here, writing.

Which is what I've been doing for four weeks.

Do you think Harm is capable of murder?

Under the right circumstances,

we're all capable of murder.

Really?

You know, Harm has always been troubled

by his father's disappearance,

but, lately, he seems consumed by it.

Ever since we had that murder investigation on the Hornet.

During the investigation, Harm discovered a book

hidden in one of the staterooms.

It listed the names of American airmen

shot down over Vietnam.

He found his father's name.

According to the book,

he was shipped to the Soviet Union.

What happened to the book?

It was stolen back by a Russian agent

impersonating a detective.

This the man who stole the book?

No. Who is he?

The man Harm shot.

Allegedlyshot.

Harm never forgave himself for letting that book slip away,

which is why he's so consumed by it.

Which goes to motive.

I was thinking of using you

as a character witness.

Yeah, I'd be happy to.

After what you just told me,

lady, I don't want you anywhere near that witness stand.

[Mattoni] And then what did you and your partner do?

[Novack] We followed Konaplanik into the warehouse.

What happened then?

We heard a firearm discharge.

We approached and found the defendant,

pistol in hand,

running away from the deceased.

Is this the pistol?

[Novack] Yes, sir.

[Mattoni] Did you perform a ballistics test on it?

Yes, sir. It proved this was the murder weapon.

Did you see or hear anyone else

in the vicinity?

We did not.

[Imes] Agent Grenin,

did you search Commander Rabb when you apprehended him?

We did.

And what did you find,

besides the gun and the dossier?

[whispering] She's opening a can of worms.

An envelope, containing $20,000.

Now, doesn't that indicate to you

that Commander Rabb was there to buy, not to kill?

Objection. Speculation.

[Imes] Goes to premeditation.

As this is only a hearing, I'll allow it.

Go ahead, please.

It could be that he was there to buy.

Thank you.

$20,000.

A lot of money.

That information must be pretty valuable

to Commander Rabb.

Objection. Leading the witness.

[Judge] Overruled.

And in the future, let your attorney do the objecting,

Commander. Proceed.

I'd say that information was very valuable to him.

Maybe even valuable enough to kill for?

Maybe.

[Mattoni] Thank you, Agent Grenin.

No further questions.

[Rabb] That's him.

It's the Colonel.

Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.

Formerly with KGB, First Chief Directorate.

Now with external intelligence.

One of the few who made it through Yeltsin's purge.

A master spook.

Parlovsky's a patriot without political ambitions,

which makes him dangerous.

To us or them?

To anyone who threatens Mother Russia.

I'd love to get him in a room

for a couple of days.

So would I, if I could find him.

You won't have to.

Once we put out word you have the dossier,

he'll find you.

But I don't have the dossier.

You want to clear your name.

He wants these documents.

Mutual need...

The basis for a beautiful friendship.

Well, what do you expect,

for him to break into the brig?

No.

I expect you to break out.

Here.

And for God's sake, don't shoot anybody.

I'm not going to do it.

I won't give these up.

You can have it back after we catch him.

All right.

No tails...

no wires.

Agreed.

Call this number once he makes contact.

Guard!

Good night, Commander.

Is that real, sir?

Afraid so.

Let's go, Teddy.

I'm going to need the uniform.

I understand, Commander.

You got to do what you got to do.

I just hope they don't charge me

with dereliction of duty again.

Well, if they do, I'll defend you.

If you're still alive, sir.

[Chegwidden] What in the hell was Rabb thinking?!

An armed escape, for God's sake!

-Bud, where'd he get the gun? -I don't know, sir.

The last person to contact him was Clayton Webb, sir.

I might have known.

Get me Clayton Webb at State.

Yes, sir.

I take it, uh, neither of you has heard from him.

-[both] No, sir! -But if we do, we will...

If you do, you tell him to run, don't walk

to the nearest brig, police station fire station, uh...

Boy Scout troop... I don't care.

If he doesn't turn himself in,

I will personally see to it

that he spends the rest of his life

making big rocks into small ones.

You tell him that.

[both] Yes, sir.

[knocking at door]

You never call. You never write.

If you let me in, you'll be harboring a fugitive.

Did you do it?

No.

How's your Russian?

Ni plochah.

[sighing]

[moaning]

[sighing]

All right.

Oh...

Oh, that feels good.

Yeah? How about right there?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah? Don't stop.

[phone rings]

[MacKenzie on machine] Hi. Leave a message.

I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Major, this is Admiral Chegwidden.

Pick up if you're there, please.

Call me ASAP,

especially if you hear from Commander Rabb.

That is an order, Major.

[sighing]

[electronic voice] Message Deleted.

[sighing]

You ignoring a direct order?

I'm not in the Corps anymore, remember?

I don't have to obey orders.

All right, now, as near as I can tell,

your father arrived in Prague in April 1970.

From there, he was sent to Moscow.

Now, according to these manifests,

he then went by trans-Siberian railroad

to a place called Cherlisk, near Lake Boshna.

Cherlisk.

Okay.

What then?

The trail ends.

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find Mikhail Parlovsky.

Yeah, but you said he'd only confess to the murder

if you turn these papers over to him.

I'm not looking for him for a confession.

I need him to find my father.

[sighing]

Rabb!

[Grenin] Hold it right there!

[tires squealing]

[door opening]

Sarah...

are you all right?

What? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

I called you last night.

Didn't you get my message?

Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton. I had a migraine.

Oh. Oh, you should've called me.

I would've come over and taken care of you.

That's sweet. Um... next time. All right.

Uh, Coburn's here for his deposition. I've been covering for you.

Coburn... Coburn v. Pitman, the product liability suit?

Uh... yeah, right. I'm sorry, Dalton.

Let me... grab my files.

I'll be right there.

All right. Don't take too long.

Don't be alarmed, Major MacKenzie.

[speaking Russian]

You know who I am.

Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky.

It's such a pleasure dealing with intelligent people...

and do you know why I'm here?

I don't have the documents.

Of course not.

Commander Rabb has them.

If you think that, then why are you here?

I lost the Commander after he left your building.

He's, uh, quite a...

an enthusiastic young man, your Harmon Rabb.

Those papers are very important to him.

No doubt.

Here's my offer:

Rabb returns the dossier to me...

all copies are destroyed...

and I will swear, I killed Konaplanik.

And you won't get prosecuted

because you have diplomatic immunity.

Exactly.

I will simply leave the country.

Did you... kill Konaplanik?

[chuckling]

I neither confirm... nor deny.

What if Rabb doesn't turn over the documents to you?

Oh. Then he will be dead within a week.

Sar...

Excuse me.

Uh, we're waiting.

[Parlovsky] I'm going.

Thank you

for listening to me.

With your permission,

I will call you this afternoon.

Good day, sir.

Uh, I'm sorry, Dalton.

Uh...

Uh...

What case was that?

Bud.

Oh, geez, sir, don't you believe in footsteps?

What are you doing here?

Major MacKenzie sent me.

This is, uh, someboat.

What is it, like, a, uh... a ferry?

Used to be.

It hasn't been in operation for years.

Sent you for what?

Parlovsky contacted her.

Well, it didn't take himlong.

He wants to meet you, sir.

Okay. Good.

-Anything else? -Yeah. I got you a bag

with some food, clothes, cell phone and some cigars.

Thanks, Bud. You bet.

What do you want me to do, sir?

Go home. Forget you saw me.

-No. Seriously, what can I do to help? -I'm being serious, Bud.

If Admiral Chegwidden found out you were here,

you'd be shoveling snow in Yakutsk

for three years. Go on.

Wait, wait! Don't-don't do this!

What?

A guy believes in you, trusts you

offers you help, and you diss him?

You can't do that.

Take it easy, Bud.

I'm your friend, and right now you can use

all the friends that you can get,

so don't tell me to "take it easy, Bud"... sir.

Bud, it's because you're my friend

that I don't want you to be involved in this.

Sir, I've already aided and abetted.

I don't know how much more involved I can get.

All right.

[sighing]

You know the aviation museum in Alexandria?

Stearman made beautiful machines.

I know. I own one.

It belonged to my father.

You fly?

In my youth. A little.

It's nice to see you again, Commander.

Well, it's nice to see you again, too, Colonel.

So, you have something of mine?

Why are these documents

so important to you, Colonel?

They're an embarrassment.

Russia must regain

its rightful status as a world power.

To do so, we must present a government

free of dishonesty and free of corruption.

We must clean up our act, as you say.

Releasing American POWs

would be a good place to start.

We have no American POWs.

Colonel, the documents say different.

Which is why I must have them back.

Say I give you these documents.

What's the quid pro quo?

I clear you of the murder charge.

And help me find my father.

Impossible.

Think of the goodwill, Colonel.

POWs taken by former regime sent home.

Hell, you might even get into the World Trade Organization.

If I agree to help you,

there's no guarantee we will find him.

I'm willing to take that chance.

Gentlemen. Hold it right there, please.

Webb, what the hell are you doing here?

Colonel Mikhail Parlovsky, I'm Clayton Webb, CIA.

I know who you are, Mr. Webb.

[Webb] Please keep your hands

where I can see them, Colonel.

Take it easy, Rabb.

You're still a fugitive, remember?

I said no wires.

Get in the van!

Yeah!

No!

You might hit Rabb.

[panting]

The Israeli ammo in the toilet

was a nice touch, Colonel.

You shouldn't leave your key

in such an obvious place.

Excellent safe house.

[sighing]

[dry chuckle]

[speaking Russian]

Podlyetz!

If he was not dead, I would have killed him again.

What are you talking about?

These are fake.

You're lying.

No, no, no.

You were buying worthless fiction.

No!

-Stay where you are. -[cocks gun]

This is a counterfeit, Commander. All made up.

There's no such a place as Cherlisk or Lake Boshna.

You were duped, Commander.

So was I.

Konaplanik made

all this up,

and to think I regretted killing him.

You said you'd help me.

Bury the dead, Commander.

That's my help to you.

I'm going home.

Colonel...

are you telling me the truth?

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

[Chegwidden] And where is Parlovsky now?

On his way back to Russia, sir, as far as I know.

And the dossier?

It never existed, sir.

It's over.

[sighing]

-Not quite. Yeoman. -Yes, sir.

As Lieutenant Roberts is no doubt hovering outside

my door, would you please ask him to come in?

Aye, aye, sir.

Admiral?

Lieutenant.

Would you kindly escort Commander Rabb

back to the bench?

Good news.

JAG will defer charges for the brig break

pending the outcome of the court-martial.

-Good. Listen, Carolyn... -No, youlisten.

I'm going for justifiable homicide.

It's our only chance.

Carolyn... You're gambling

with your life here, Harm.

I won't have any part of it.

It's justifiable homicide

or get yourself a new lawyer.

I already have.

You're entitled to civilian counsel,

but I think you're making a big mistake.

Thank you for everything.

Good luck, then...

-both of you. -Thanks.

Let's get to work.

Mr. Sahaj, you performed a gunshot residue analysis

on Commander Rabb, correct?

Oh, yes.

What was the result?

We found traces of barium

and antimony on his hand.

Indicating?

Commander Rabb fired a handgun.

Mr. Sahaj, when a person fires a handgun, what happens?

Material comes out of the bell like a cloud

and wraps itself back around the shooter's hand.

Could this cloud settle anywhere else?

Oh, yes.

On the target, uh...

people in the line of fire...

people near the shooter...

the gun itself...

How about a person who picks up the gun

immediately after it's fired?

Yes. We'd find residue on his palm

andon his web.

So, if the shooter were to aim the gun...

and I attempted to stop him...

Sir, is this exhibition necessary?

I don't know,

but it isinteresting.

Continue, Ms. MacKenzie.

When the gun fires,

the residue cloud would float back

and cover my hand.

Then if I were to wrestle the gun from him,

I'd get residue on my palm as well,

wouldn't I?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[Sahaj] Yes, you probably would.

So your reside analysis does not prove conclusively

that Commander Rabb fired the gun, does it?

He might have been grabbing for it

when someone else fired it.

Objection.

Calls for a conclusion.

[Judge] The man is an FBI firearms expert.

We want to hear his conclusions.

[Judge] Please answer the question.

Yes, it's possible.

In fact, your analysis might prove Commander Rabb

was trying to prevent the shooting.

I-I suppose so.

[MacKenzie] Thank you, Mr. Sahaj.

Special Agent Novack...

have you ever seen

this piece of cloth before?

Oh, no, ma'am.

I can't say that I have.

Would you be surprised to learn

that I found it at the murder scene

in a trapdoor leading to the roof of the warehouse?

Nothing surprises me.

You surprised to learn that there even wasa trapdoor

leading to the roof?

I didn't see one.

Because you didn't look for one.

Objection. Where is this going?

Sir, the hair and fiber report

of this cloth sample

indicates the material

is karakul lamb, grown primarily in Central Asia.

So?

So, it goes to reasonable doubt.

Someone else was at the scene.

Someone who wore a coat

manufactured in Russia, and that person escaped

through the trapdoor, onto the roof.

This is ludicrous. You could have found

that piece of rag on the street for all we know.

But I didn't.

I found it at the scene yesterday.

And if the FBI had done

a thorough investigation,

they would have found it first.

Mikhail Parlovsky is one of Russia's

top intelligence operatives.

Was he involved in the murder?

If you call pulling the trigger involved.

According to your files on Colonel Parlovsky,

what is his weapon of choice?

The nine-millimeter SIG Sauer.

Like this one?

Like that one.

-Put me on the stand. -No.

Mac, "reasonable doubt" isn't going to cut it.

Well, I think it will.

Mac, put me on the stand.

No.

I can handle Mattoni.

Not a day goes by

you don't think about your father.

You'd do anything to find him

and God help the person who gets in your way.

You're obsessed!

You're a time bomb!

All right, okay. I get the idea.

Will we trust me with your defense or not?

What if you're wrong?

There's always the court-martial.

But I'm not wrong.

[sighing]

You're a hell of a lawyer, Sarah.

Dalton, I, um...

Uh... you could have come to me

before taking the case,

I would have understood.

It won't happen again.

You have a responsibility to this firm... and to me.

I know my responsibilities, Dalton.

I spent a lot of time and trouble

getting you this job.

Not to mention getting me into bed.

Don't go there.

-This isn't about that. -Oh, we're already there.

We both know why you got me this job,

and it has nothing to do with my lawyering skills.

You're wrong...

and you do us both a disservice.

I think it'd be best...

if I left the firm.

You can't.

Excuse me?

You can't leave someplace

you've never been to...

and you were never here.

I mean, not really, Sarah.

You seduced me, Dalton...

not just into bed... I don't mind that.

You seduced me into your world: The money,

the prestige, the gold name on the door...

And what's wrong with that?

It's not me.

I need to be in a courtroom,

not behind a desk writing briefs.

[sighing]

You're right.

I never washere

because I don't belong here.

I am sorry if I misled you,

but I can't be your briefcase carrier.

[sighing]

Say something.

I'm very... angry with you...

and very...

disappointed and... very...

very...

Did you hear what I have to say?

I-I can't work here anymore.

I don't care where you work...

as long as you come home to me.

Is there any other evidence to be presented?

No, sir.

No further evidence, sir.

[Judge] Very well.

It is the finding

of this inquiry that there is...

insufficient evidence to warrant a court-martial.

I shall recommend to the convening authority

that the charges against Lieutenant Commander Rabb

be dismissed.

I suppose you think I owe you now.

Oh, you bet.

[Mattoni] Nice play, Mac.

No hard feelings, I hope, Rabb.

Absolutely not.

See you around, Mattoni.

Hey, Rabb...

Congratulations.

Webb, I don't know whether to thank you

or ram your teeth down your throat.

Parlovsky's back in Moscow.

It's a pity.

We could have learned a lot from him.

Oh, well, our paths will cross again.

Hey, Commander...

The Navy takes care of its own, doesn't it?

It's over, Novack.

Let it go.

The Navy may think it's over.

The U.S. Attorney disagrees.

The Director had a talk with the Attorney General.

The theme was: "Are military officers above civilian law?"

Guess what the answer was?

Don't leave town, Commander.

Don't let them spoil your day.

I won't.

Well...

I guess this is "good-bye" again.

Well, actually...

could I talk to you about something?

I realize my leaving was abrupt

but I never meant you or JAG any disrespect, sir.

It's just... I felt I had to take advantage of the opportunity.

It was a mistake, sir.

I think I still have something to offer.

So, with permission, sir, I'd like to resume my duties.

Admiral, what Mac is trying to say, sir,

is that returning to JAG is not a fallback position.

What about your

long-term career goals?

How do I know you won't feel like, uh...

spreading your wings

again next week?

Well, sir, I could offer a lengthy argument

as to why you should take me back.

I could talk

about serving my profession or my country.

The simple fact is, JAG is where I belong.

Admiral, if she leaves again

I will personally keel-haul...

Commander, if I were you,

I would stop helping.

If it wasn't for top-level intervention,

you would be in your cell facing charges for brig break!

Yes, sir.

My request for resignation?

I got too busy to process it.

Thank you, sir.

It's good to be back.

That remains to be seen, Major.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

"Spreading your wings"?

Never mind.

Hey, Harm...

thanks for trying.

Does this mean we're even?

Not even close.

Sir, this package came for you.

Does this mean that you're coming back?

Looks that way, Bud.

[both laughing]

[Roberts] Welcome back, then.

We all missed you.

[MacKenzie] Thank you, Bud.

What is that?

"This one is real."

Parlovsky?

Who is this, Harm?

[Rabb] My father.

It was taken in 1980.

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