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[speaking Spanish] Keep going.

Don'’t stop Don'’t try to stop.

Give it all to me.

[man] USS Bancroft, this is Coast Guard

626. Over.

[man 2] This is the skipper of the USS Bancroft.

Go ahead, Coast Guard.

The Tropical Pleasure is not answering our hail

and is refusing to stop. Over.

Copy that.

She wouldn't be running

if she didn't have a good reason.

Well, I'm afraid she's going to outrun us, Commander.

This ship isn't built for high-speed pursuits.

Well, Commander, this is the Coast Guard's operation.

You're gonna have to make the call.

This is a Coast Guard law enforcement officer

aboard the Navy frigate Bancroft.

Requesting approval to use non-deadly force

to stop the suspect vessel.

Roger. Out.

You have permission to fire a warning shot, Skipper.

Let's show these jokers we're finished playing games.

[echoing over PA] This is the skipper.

Fire one shot across the target's bow

from the forward gun.

Damn it!

Bancroft, this is Coast Guard 626.

Suspect is not slowing.

Now, that's just plain rude.

Gunner, this is Skipper.

Fire another warning shot,

but put this one close enough to get them wet.

Bancroft, this is 626.

Vessel has been hit.

I say again, the yacht has been hit.

[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.

[reporter] New allegations have surfaced

in yesterday's sinking of a luxury yacht

off the Florida Coast.

Witnesses aboard the yacht say the USS Bancroft,

a navy frigate taking part

in a joint drug interdiction operation with the Coast Guard

reportedly opened fire on them without provocation.

Branco Mendoza was on that yacht.

His father, Enrique Mendoza, is minister

of the South American agricultural alliance.

He is more than just a diplomat.

He is a very important liaison

with several key political players in South America.

Does he know his son's a drug dealer?

Now, see, th-this is what I'm talking about. Commander Rabb's attitude

is entirely inappropriate for this sort of incident.

Why? Because it's the truth?

[sighs] Whether or not

Branco Mendoza was smuggling drugs is irrelevant

at this juncture.

The Navy blew his father's yacht

out of the water!

Warning shots were authorized

because the yacht refused to stop.

That was one hell of a warning.

The skipper doesn't think his warning shot

hit the Tropical Pleasure.

Well, what did happen, Rabb? Spontaneous combustion?

Well, we're not going to know that, Webb,

until the yacht has been salvaged, are we?

Well, one thing we do know:

Mendoza has asked the Secretary of Defense...

His former college roommate...

For a full investigation

and guess what? He's going to get it...

in spades.

There are many reasons that boat could have blown up, Webb.

Then I suggest he finds the one

that exonerates the Navy and satisfies

Minister Mendoza.

Good day, gentlemen.

[door closes]

What happens if we did sink that ship, sir?

Well, Commander, your job is to find the truth...

Good, bad or ugly.

[knock at door]

Enter.

Just got off the phone with the C.O. of the Bancroft,sir.

They found the wreckage of the Tropical Pleasure.

[thunder rumbling]

Sir, Major MacKenzie just told me about the Miami assignment

-and I was wondering if it would be possible... -No.

You don't know what I'm going to ask, sir.

Yes, I do. The answer is no.

There will be no time to visit Disney World, Bud.

No, sir, that's not what I was going to ask you.

-I know. -I was wondering if you'd be able

to find somebody else to go on this assignment.

It's Harriet.

I was supposed to go away with her this weekend.

Bud, duty calls.

I mean, I wanted to go skiing this weekend

with Annie and Josh out at Wintergreen,

but... Harriet will understand.

She knows the drill.

[sighs]

[giggling] Bud, I got them.

You want a window seat or an aisle seat?

-I can't go. -What do you mean?

I have to be on the next plane with Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie. Excuse me?

Bud, this is the third time you've weaseled

-out of meeting my parents. -I'm not weaseling.

I'm looking forward to meeting your parents, really.

I just went in there and asked the Commander

if I could get out of this.

If you don't believe me, ask him.

These are non-refundable.

I'll pay for them... It's the least I can do.

Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry, Harriet.

I got to go make the arrangements.

We'll talk before I leave?

Whatever.

[sighs]

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me, Major.

That's all right, Ensign.

Harriet, are you okay?

Yeah.

No.

I don't know.

Come on in.

Spit it out.

It's Bud, as always.

[thunder rumbling]

He was supposed to come with me this weekend

to meet my parents, and now he says he has to go out of town

with you and Commander Rabb.

I'm afraid that's true.

I'm sure, but he's managed

to avoid meeting them, like, three times.

I'm starting to think he's doing it on purpose.

Well, sometimes meeting the parents can be a bit unnerving.

-Have a seat. -Yeah, but you know what?

My parents are great, and I've been looking forward to this for weeks.

I haven't been home to Naples in two years.

Your parents live in Italy?

No, ma'am. Naples, Florida.

It's on the Gulf side,

south of Fort Myers.

Well, how far is that from Miami?

A couple of hours.

So why don't you bring them to meet Bud?

What are you talking about?

Bud's going to Miami with us.

What?

Yeah, I'm surprised he didn't tell you.

Not as surprised as I am.

[sighs]

I don't care what you heard.

I'm fine.

I'm back in business!

Branco.

I'll call you back.

Hey, Pops.

[speaking Spanish] Thank you so much.

So...

How are you feeling?

A little waterlogged, but I'm okay, Pops.

Good.

[speaking Spanish] Don'’t you feel embarrassed, son?

Not only do you embarrass me back home,

but you have to bring

your nasty business here, too, eh?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's days like this

that I'm glad your mother is not alive to see you.

Oh, by the way

you owe me a yacht.

[speaking Spanish] Let'’s go.

I want to know who's responsible for this.

The captain of the ship who fired on us.

No. Those warning shots missed.

Somebody blew us up, and you're going to find them.

[Rabb] Lieutenant Commander Rabb, Major MacKenzie,

Lieutenant, J.G., Roberts, reporting as ordered, sir.

-You're just in time to see what sunk the Tropical Pleasure. -What are we looking at, Chief?

[woman] I'm moving along the starboard hull toward the bow.

The hull appears intact.

I'm going to head inside.

Well, here's what sunk her, Skipper.

A good-sized puncture

definitely caused by an explosion.

Internal explosion?

Negative, sir. The edges of the hole burn inward.

From a round we fired?

I don't think so, sir, but it could be.

The hole's just below the water level.

The radial scorch marks around it are much more typical

of a mine than a naval shell.

Any sign of a narcotics shipment?

Afraid not, sir.

What'd you find, Harm?

It's a piece of a magnet

stuck to the depth sounder transweep.

Probably the only metal on a fiberglass-hulled ship.

It'd be the perfect place to put a mine.

Chief, where did you find this?

-Several feet from the wreck, Commander. -What is that, sir?

Looks like part of a timer pencil.

-You mean like a fuse? -A very old-fashioned one.

Yeah, you'd pull off the safety strip,

crush a copper tube and break a glass vial of acid...

And the acid would corrode the wire, releasing the striker.

The striker would detonate the percussion cap

and ka-boom.

[Rabb] The concussion from a shell

exploding nearby could have set a mine off prematurely.

That would look like she was hit by the shell.

This thing is so old, though.

I mean, they haven't used anything like this in 50 years.

See that yellow band?

They would color code them to indicate duration.

How long was yellow?

I don't know.

Chief,

could...

say, a limpet mine with a vintage fuse

have caused the hole in this ship?

I guess so, sir, but it's pretty outdated.

If someone wanted to blow up the Tropical Pleasure,

why would they go through the trouble

of using such outdated devices, Commander?

Could be to cover their tracks. It'd be next to impossible

to trace the origins of a 50-year-old pencil fuse.

Where was the Tropical Pleasuredocked?

[overlapping chatter]

[man] Uh-oh.

We got company, and they don't look like tourists.

What is it?

Trouble?

Trouble?

Yeah, they're checking out Mendoza's slip.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Yeah.

[man] Branco Mendoza is a Princeton graduate

with a degree in chemical engineering.

He brings the raw materials in from Columbia

and spends his days trying to create new designer drugs.

Any ideas as to who might have wanted

to put him out of business?

You mean besides me?

The DEA, Customs and every other

law enforcement agency in the state.

We're here, Major.

It could have been any number of rivals within the drug trade.

Then again, it may not have been drug-related at all.

-Want to have a seat? -[indistinct radio communication]

A guy like Branco Mendoza's got lots of enemies.

Hmm. How many is a lot?

[sighs]

[Rabb] You ever see anything like this before?

Yeah, it's a... a pencil fuse.

They used them in WW II.

You ever sold any of them?

Oh, yeah.

You sell explosive devices?

No. I sell military memorabilia.

I'm required by law to take the detonation caps

out of every one of them babies.

So if somebody were to reinsert them

they'd have themselves

a fully-functioning pencil fuse.

If the acid was still good inside, yeah, man.

You sold any of these lately?

Oh, no. They're, uh, they're antique.

You hardly ever see them anymore.

I had some about a year ago, but I sold them all.

Do you have records

about who you sold them to?

[chuckling] Oh, man.

I abhor paperwork.

You know, save the trees, all that stuff.

All the files I need...

[clicks tongue] right here.

Right.

You know, I do remember

he was... he was an old guy,

and he bought the whole box,

and there was about 20 of them in there.

Somebody bought a box of these?

You didn't find that alarming?

Some people collect lawn ornaments.

Larry, do you remember what this guy looked like?

You know, he was your typical old guy.

He was wearing the uniform.

What uniform?

You know, the Bermuda shorts,

the sandals with the dark socks...

Same uniform every retired geezer in Florida wears.

So you figure this guy was local.

Well, he comes in here a couple times.

Yeah, I think he could be.

Hey...

what's this all about?

Did this guy blow somebody up, or what?

[chuckles] Larry, if you see this guy again,

give us a call, would you?

All righty.

You get the idea that Jungle Larry spent

a little bit too much time in the jungle?

[chuckles] Yeah.

So what are we looking at, Bud?

-An old guy buying pencil fuses. -And what does that tell you?

Don't know if it tells us much of anything, sir.

Well, if you're looking for an old-fashioned limpet mine

find yourself an old-fashioned sailor.

We'd better check with the Veterans Administration...

See what former naval personnel we have living in the area,

especially those with explosives expertise.

Harriet?

Commander, hi.

Harriet?

Hello!

I'm Harriet's mother, Lydia,

and you must be Bud.

Uh, no. Mother, this is...

[Lydia] Our Harriet has told us both all about you.

No, mother. This is Commander Rabb.

And this is Bud.

Hello, ma'am.

Oh... well, hello!

Commander, this is my father, Roland.

-How do you do? -Sir.

-And, Bud, this is Roland. -Sir.

Could I talk to you for a second?

Harriet, what are you doing here?

This is the weekend that you were supposed

-to meet my parents, remember? -Yeah, I know, but I didn't...

Well, you didn't tell me you were coming to Florida.

I didn't think that your parents... What you didn't think

is you didn't think I'd find out.

Well...

important for you to meet my parents.

I just hope he knows what the hell he's getting himself into.

[groans]

Hey.

Got anything?

Branco Mendoza's been a bad boy.

Everything from parking tickets

to aggravated assault.

He's very smart and he's managed

to stay one step ahead of the law.

Every time the authorities get close,

Daddy comes to his rescue.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe we should give Webb a call.

See if we can pull some strings at State...

Get his diplomatic immunity revoked.

-It's worth a try. -What is all this?

I'm trying to find somebody who had a motive.

All of these clippings are potential suspects?

Popular guy.

What's the story here?

Well, last year, Branco Mendoza hit and killed

a teenage windsurfer with his speedboat

during a suspected drug run.

All the charges were dropped, though, when witnesses

mysteriously disappeared when it went to court.

[sighing]

Are you all right, Bud? Bud just met

his potential in-laws.

How'd it go?

I'd rather not talk about that now, Major.

Good call, sir.

What's this?

Washington confirmed your suspicions

about the pencil fuse.

According to forensics,

the specific device used

had a six-and-a-half-hour fuse.

What am I looking at, sir?

The grandfather, Artemus Sullivan.

Jungle Larry

told us the guy who bought the pencil fuses

a year ago was an old guy.

See if you can get an address on this guy, Bud.

Find out if he has a military background.

Aye, sir.

Excuse me, we're looking for Artemis Sullivan.

He's inside.

Room 106. Thank you.

Oh, my goodness.

There.

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Mr. Sullivan?

[Rabb] Mr. Sullivan?

Sir?

Harm, I can't find a pulse.

Keep your cat off... off my lawn.

Mr. Sullivan. Hi.

I'm Major MacKenzie.

This is Commander Rabb, JAG Corps.

-Huh? -We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Uh... you...

want a gumdrop?

[MacKenzie] No. No, thank you.

[Sullivan] Where's my Jell-O?

I always get green Jell-O on Sunday.

It's Thursday, Mr. Sullivan.

Huh?

Uh, we're... we're sorry

to have bothered you, sir.

Have a nice day, Mr. Sullivan.

Yeah.

And keep your cat off... off my lawn.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You think they bought it?

Hook, line and sinker.

Did you talk to Mr. Sullivan?

Yep.

Did he have an alibi?

Don't think he needs one, Bud.

[Roberts] Why's that?

Art Sullivan is an elderly man

who couldn't get out of the bathtub by himself.

Are we talking about the same Artemus Sullivan?

'Cause I did a check on an Art Sullivan

to see if he had a military record,

and it came back that he was a chief in UDT.

Underwater demolitions team?

It certainly fits the bill.

Well, he's in a wheelchair now,

crippled with arthritis.

It doesn't seem to be slowing him down much.

According to this article in the Navy Times,

he and his buddies

just did a ten-mile relay swim

for an anti-drug charity just a few months ago.

I think we've been had.

[man over radio] This is the Manitou requesting backup.

We are in pursuit of a suspected drug shipment aboard a speedboat.

We're 16 miles due east of Carver Channel. Over.

Boys, we got to get a boat.

Well, maybe Jungle Larry can get us a deal

on a patrol boat, huh?

And what are we going to buy it with?

Drug money.

[knocking]

Hello.

Mr. Sullivan?

Chief, are you home?

Nope.

Let's look around.

[woman in distance] Here comes the next one... everybody ready?

B... B-6.

[bingo calls continue indistinctly]

Hey, Harm, I think I found something.

Oh, yeah?

It's a chart.

Looks like he's been recording the movements

of a number of yachts, including Mendoza's.

Well, that's not all he's been doing.

Is that what I think it is?

It looks like a homemade limpet mine to me.

And he seemed like such a nice old man.

[sighs]

Hey, you want to go eat?

Yeah, it sounds all right with me. All right.

Ah. What's this?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

You punks!

I got it! I got it!

[Mendoza] Hey, get them!

Hey! Hey!

[laughing]

Yeah, baby!

You got it?

Oh, have we got it.

-We got it! -Yeah!

Those punks never knew what hit them!

[laughing and cheering]

[indistinct chatter outside]

Business meeting?

Who the hell are you people?

We were here earlier today, remember?

What do you want?

Branco Mendoza was on a yacht

four days ago that blew up.

Looked like it might have been the work

of a limpet mine.

Limpet?

[chuckles] What's that?

You make this?

I don't know what the hell it is.

Really?

Well, then I guess you won't mind

if I do this, huh?

All right, smart-ass.

Knock it off before you break something.

-What's in the briefcase, Chief? -My lunch, a newspaper

and a quarter of a million dollars in unmarked bills.

[chuckles] No, really.

Well, then I guess you won't mind if we open it

and help you count it, huh, Chief?

Uh... listen, I've got a little bladder control problem,

and this is a little more discreet than carrying

a bag full of diapers, you know what I mean?

Look, Chief, in two minutes

I am calling the police

and I'm going to hand you over to them.

Now, I'm trying to give you a break here...

-One sailor to another. -We know Branco Mendoza

was responsible for your grandson's death.

Then you know that Mendoza's also a drug dealer.

Which gives you a reason to blow up his father's yacht.

Where the hell have you people been?!

The president declared war on drugs.

-We're just trying to help him. -"We're"?

You're not working alone, Mr. Sullivan?

I'm not answering any more questions.

And don't bother threatening me with the police.

You entered without a warrant, which makes this an illegal search.

I don't think you realize the seriousness

of the situation you've created

for yourself, Mr. Sullivan.

Branco Mendoza is a dangerous man.

So am I, sister.

Now beat it.

I've got a diaper to change.

I'm telling you, these guys were professionals.

They ripped me off for, like, a quarter of a million dollars.

I don't care how you do it.

You find them. Today.

What the hell are you doing?

Making a protein shake. You want one?

You know, I got people ripping me off...

People trying to blow me up, and you're making a milkshake?

There's no milk; it's non-dairy.

If you don't find my money,

you're going to be on an all-liquid diet permanently.

[whirring]

Look what our boys left behind.

Look at this.

Artie, are you all right?

Shh. Shh.

Don't even talk to me.

What?

Don't even look at me.

We're being watched.

Oh, shoot. That ain't nobody but Beemer.

Yeah, relax, Art.

You're imagining things.

Yeah? You think I imagined two JAG officers

waiting for me at my place?

And they also found one of the limpets we built.

Uh-oh. Now, that's not good.

Well, don't worry.

I got rid of everything after they left.

But, boys, we are going to be watched.

What about the money?

It's safe...

for the time being.

Hey, why don't we fake our own deaths

and disappear to the Cayman Islands, huh?

-Hey, just thinking out loud. -[both] Well, don't.

Look, if we're going to do anything with that money,

we need to buy Beemer, there, a motorized wheelchair

so he don't have to stare at us all day

like some pet-store-window monkey.

You know, that's not such a bad idea.

A lot of people around here need fixing up.

Jerry Sprackman needs a new pacemaker,

and Izzy Morgan needs his hip replaced.

Hey, but...

And I bet Esther Winterstein here

would look pretty good with a butt tuck.

[laughter]

But what about the boat we want to buy and our mission?

You think that sinking one yacht

and snatching that money's going to stop Mendoza?

It won't even slow him down at all.

Doggone it, I gave an oath to defend this country, and...

Here we go, Admiral Nimitz. Get off your ammo box.

You know, you're preaching to the choir, here.

[Art] Aw, look,

if we use this money for anything, it should be

to put Mendoza out of business once and for all.

Yeah.

Ooh!

[Roberts] I ran a background check on everybody at the nursing home.

Six males and two females came up with military records.

Now, these two, Harold Green

and Wendell Freeman III...

These were the two guys that were swimming

in that charity event with Mr. Sullivan.

Green was explosive ordinance disposal

and Freeman was a SEAL.

Three frogmen.

Who the hell are these guys?

[phone rings]

This is Major MacKenzie.

Oh, hi, Harriet.

Yeah, Bud's right here.

Harriet?

With your parents?

No, no, no. I-I'm working here

with Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie.

They need me.

Yes, it's true.

No, I'm not.

Excuse me, Major,

but Harriet would like to speak with you.

Harriet.

We are in the middle of an investigation...

but I'm sure we could spare Bud

for half a day.

You're welcome, Harriet.

Bye.

Major, did you just sell me out?

I'm giving you the day off, Bud.

But I-I don't want the day off.

I want to stay here and work with you guys.

Harriet and her parents drove all this way

just to see you.

Commander?

[Roland] So, you play golf, Lieutenant?

[Roberts] No, sir.

Bud was on the ROTC judo team.

Really?

So you're going to be a lawyer, Lieutenant?

Yes, ma'am.

And you can call me Bud, ma'am.

Bud. And that would be short for what?

Nothing. It's ju-just Bud.

Bud. Bud.

Well, that's just like the president's dog.

-[both laughing] -Actually... actually, his name is Buddy, ma'am.

Oh.

Wendell Freeman III.

And you are?

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

This is Major MacKenzie. We're with the JAG Corps.

-Are you a friend of Artemus Sullivan's? -Well, I know him.

You know what he's been doing with his spare time?

I said I know him. I'm not his mother.

What happened to his grandson was a tragedy

but it doesn't justify taking the law into his own hands.

Is this how a SEAL spends his retirement, Master Chief? Blowing up yachts?

Next time, he could get hurt or hurt someone else

like you or an innocent bystander.

If you don't help us stop him,

you'll be just as responsible as he is.

Guys like Artemus and me...

We've been through some serious business.

And we still here,

because we don't back down from a fight,

and we damn sure don't sell each other out.

Excuse me.

[Rabb] We have a couple of suspects.

Two of them are frogmen and one of them's a SEAL.

Oh, of course. The suspects are from the Navy.

I bet you haven't even called the police yet.

I didn't feel it was prudent at this point in time.

This SEAL got a name?

Wendell Freeman III.

Wendell Freeman? That's impossible.

Wendell Freeman was one of the first

African-American SEALs.

Hell, he's got to be 60 years old.

63 to be exact.

[Webb] One of these suspects is a senior citizen?

-They all are. -Branco Mendoza killed Artemus Sullivan's grandson,

so Sullivan and his friends have taken it upon themselves

to bring Mendoza down.

All right, have the golden boys apprehended

before you're charged with withholding evidence.

Artemus Sullivan wouldn't have been pushed to this extreme

if Washington would send Branco Mendoza

back home where he belongs.

Are you hearing this?

These are your people, Admiral.

What's your plan, Commander?

Sir, I might be able to convince Art Sullivan to turn himself in

if Webb can convince State

to revoke Mendoza's diplomatic immunity.

Give your head a shake, Rabb.

[Chegwidden] Commander, I want this matter wrapped up.

Notify the local authorities and get them involved as soon as possible.

Mr. Webb, if I were you, I would take the Commander's advice.

Get Branco Mendoza out of this country ASAP,

before he blows up in your face.

[Freeman] Hey, Harold bring that cart over here.

What about these?

Beautiful. We need those.

Could I speak

to Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr., please?

Welcome to our home, Bud.

I'll have Cora make us some sandwiches,

and we'll have lunch in the garden.

Sound good?

That would be great, Mom.

[chuckles]

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That my parents are filthy rich

and I'm some spoiled little debutante?

You were a debutante?

No!

I was a tomboy.

That's why I joined the Navy.

My mom cried for six weeks.

This is my parent's lifestyle, Bud. It's not mine.

And some people have a hard time dealing with this part.

Look, Harriet, I fell in love with a cute ensign

that made me feel like I could do anything.

Wherever your parents live, whether it's a mansion or a trailer park,

really doesn't matter to me.

I was hoping you'd say that.

[Roland] Lieutenant.

Harriet, why don't you give your mother a hand

in the house, hmm?

I can help, too...

Son...

I think we should talk.

Right this way, Bud.

So is that about all y'all need?

Yeah, now that you mention it

could you, by any chance,

-put your hands on a boat? -A boat? What kind of boat?

-[Harold] 50-footer. -And a fast one.

One that could be fitted

with a working .50 Cal and a "Y" gun.

That's some serious hardware, boys.

Can you do it or not?

If y'all got the cash

Jungle Larry's got the goods.

[laughter]

Fellas, I really don't think this is a good idea.

What were you gentlemen planning on doing with this stuff?

Why, we're going camping, ma'am.

Artemus, guys...

can we have a word with you out front?

Come on, boys.

Go around the back.

Uh, change of plans.

Out back.

Out back, come on, let's go.

Hey!

What are you doing?

They was trying to get away.

All right, put everybody in the car.

Diplomatic immunity's not going to let you

get away with this one, Mendoza.

These men stole something from me.

That was drug money.

Yeah, well,

it was mydrug money.

You people are trespassing.

[Mendoza] Come on, let's go.

Get down!

Holy moly!

Let's go. Lock the gate.

I got it, I got the gate.

[Rabb] You guys have been watching Branco Mendoza.

Where would he have taken Artemus?

Come on, guys, I'm trying to help.

-Can we go now? -Why? You in a hurry to go someplace?

No. But I got this sciatica, you know?

And if sit too long in one place,

my legs start to go to sleep.

-Me, too. -[Rabb] You know, fellows,

your friend has been kidnapped by a dangerous drug dealer.

I would think you would be eager to cooperate.

Art can take care of himself.

Yeah.

You don't know Branco Mendoza.

He's very dangerous and he will kill Artemus.

No, he won't.

Not if he wants to see his money again.

What is this money

we're talking about, here?

[Rabb] Hey!

Art's life is riding on this.

We confiscated the proceeds

from one of their narcotic negotiations.

You ripped off a drug deal?

In a manner of speaking, yeah.

How much?

A quarter of a million.

What the hell were you guys thinking?

Where is this money now?

So, is Commander Rabb married?

No.

Well, is he involved with anyone?

Mother, I am not interested in Commander Rabb.

Yes, he is handsome,

and he is smart, and he is successful,

and so is Bud.

Darling, I just want what is best for you.

Well, Bud is what is best for me.

And I love him.

Well.

[gunshot]

[gasps]

And then she says to me

"I'm sure that wasn't

in my job description, sir."

Pull!

Excuse us.

-What? -Lunch is ready.

-Oh. -[phone rings]

[Lydia] Darling, we've got your favorite sardine sandwiches.

Lieutenant Roberts.

Commander...

I'm in Naples

with Ensign Sims' family.

Very well, sir.

Now?

It'll take me about three hours to get there.

Yes, sir, I'm sorry. I'll get there as fast as I can, Commander.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a rain check on lunch today.

Commander needs me back in Miami.

That's all right, Bud. We understand. Duty calls.

Do you know of a place I could rent a car around here?

Take one of mine.

Well, no, I couldn't do that, sir.

I insist... we can pick it up with Harriet tomorrow.

Maybe the four of us could have lunch then.

Oh, yeah. But...

No "buts" about it... Take the Jag.

Be in Miami in an hour.

Jag?

Where is it?

I couldn't find it.

I told you.

Hey!

You're gonna have to pay for that!

Who do you think you are, Gramps?!

Don't call me "Gramps."

You think you can

come in here and rip me off

like I'm some two-bit punk?

You area two-bit punk.

You killed my grandson!

Grandson?

I don't even know your grandson.

Oh!

Looks like somebody got here before us.

Yeah, but I think we're all right.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

Where the hell's my money, Gramps?

You call me "Gramps" one more time,

and I'll break your nose.

Can you believe this crazy old man?

Huh?

You got two seconds to spill your guts

or I'm going to spill them for real, Gramps!

[both yelling]

I warned you!

[all screaming]

Hold him down!

I'll kill him dead!

You hold him down!

Hold him down!

[yells]

I want to know!

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Hang on.

Branco, it's for you.

They said they got your money.

They said they'd trade it for the old man.

You ain't worth it.

The marina, 15 minutes.

I see anybody who even knowsa cop, I'm going to pull

a Dr. Kevorkian on Grampshere!

[Mendoza] Where are they?

Hey, there they are.

We got a guy working on a boat.

A couple of tourists.

Otherwise, the coast is clear.

-Yeah, I think they're alone. -If they're not,

they're both dead and so are you.

Go get it.

[yelling]

Stop the boat!

You got no authority to arrest me!

I'm not going to arrest you; I'm going to shoot you.

[grunting]

[grunts]

Don't move.

Hey, Art!

Hey! What took you so long?

Hey, what do you expect?

They're only kids.

[both laugh]

[chuckles]

[Branco] He blew up my yacht. Arrest them!

-I got diplomatic immunity. -Not anymore, you don't.

You've been a bad boy one too many times, Branco.

Daddy's sending you home.

Harm.

Permission

to speak freely, ma'am?

Of course, Bud.

[chuckles] Wow.

Sir, I'm sorry I got here so late,

but I came as fast as I could.

Did I miss anything?

Oh, no, Bud. Right on time.

Where did you get this car, Bud?

It's Harriet's father's.

Can you believe it? He's got a bunch of them.

Hey, would you like to ride in a Jag with a JAG, ma'am?

Go.

I take it you and Harriet's parents

are getting along?

Oh, yeah.

I suppose you think this makes you a hero?

-Not really. -And he still gets away with murdering my grandson.

Well, he won't hurt anyone else in this country, Artemus.

You have some good friends. If you want to take a piece of advice,

I'd stop doing things that might get them killed.

I mean, you guys are getting a little too old for this,

don't you think?

Uh...

Uh, Commander?

Do you know what it's like to be 72?

No, I don't. Yes, you do,

'cause it doesn't feel any different

than being 50 or 30 or 20.

Oh, some things don't go as fast

or as strong,

but, uh, up here where it counts

you still feel like that

same active young man you were at 18.

[chuckles]

Is this your way of telling me

you're still going to get yourself into trouble?

[laughing]

[laughing]

Old heroes never die, Commander.

They just become the stuff of legends.

See you around, sir.

Well, let's hope not.

[chuckles]

[Artemus groans]

[Chegwidden] In an effort to downplay

his son's involvement with illicit drugs

Enrique Mendoza has asked the State Department

to keep this as quiet as possible

which means the chances of charges being filed

against Chief Sullivan

and the others is highly unlikely.

Admiral, if charges are filed, sir,

I would like the opportunity

to represent them in civilian court.

Well, hopefully, that won't be necessary, Commander,

provided those boys will stay out of trouble.

I think they'll behave, themselves, Admiral.

There she is, boys.

She ain't the fastest boat in the world

and she's a little rusty, but she'll get the job done.

Yeah, kind of like us.

[all laughing]

You know, I heard you could pick up a MiG jet fighter

from the Russkies pretty cheap these days.

Shut up!

Hey, just thinking out loud.

[both] Well, don't!

Now, this is what I was thinking, fellas.

Now look at this.

We'll take the boat 30 miles...