Original subtitles

MAN: Badman One, this is Red Crown.

We have a pop-up on the surface bearing

two-five-zero at seven miles.

Request you investigate.

Red Crown, Badman One is on it.

Cameras ready?

Just point and shoot.

Smile for the birdie.

-[ loud bang] -SKATES: What was that?

RABB: Bird strike

in the port engine. I'm shutting it down.

SKATES: We're losing fuel.

RABB: Gas pump, this is

Badman One declaring an emergency.

Port engine is shut down.

We're losing fuel.

Request priority.

MAN: Badman One be advised, we have only one point five to give,

-and X-Man is at the pump. -X-Man's breaking off.

Tanker's all yours, Pappy.

RABB: Don't cut your fuel short, X-Man.

We can share and wait for the next tanker up.

You take it all, Pappy.

You're leaking like my '65 Mustang.

Thanks, X-Man.

If you're low on fuel, don't wait around for me, X-Man.

X-MAN: That's okay, Pappy.

I'm good to the boat.

MAN: Badman, this is War Paint Strike.

Dirty up at three miles and shift to Paddles.

War Paint, Paddles, this is Badman.

Gear down.

Single engine approach.

Ball manual, zero point five.

MAN OVER PA: On the flight deck.

Damaged airplane in the groove.

All unnecessary personnel clear flight area.

Paddles, get them on the first pass.

He'll never make it around for a second.

Badman one, Ball.

AIR BOSS: Roger, Ball.

You're a little low. A little low.

You're below the glide path.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Power! Power!

[ opening theme song playing]

RABB: Badman One, Ball.

AIR BOSS: Roger, Ball.

You're a little low. A little low.

You're below the glide path.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Power! Power!

[crowd clamoring]

MAN: Whew!

AIR BOSS: Badman Two, take it around one more time.

-Checking plane and landing area. -This is Badman Two.

Can't do that, boss, I'm sucking on fumes.

MAN OVER PA: Get that Tomcat out of here!

We got another bird with bingo fuel.

Clear the deck!

Badman Two, Ball.

God, he just lost the port engine.

MAN 2: All right!

AIR BOSS: Hard landing. Check the port main mouth of that Tomcat.

X-MAN: Give me a good postflight, Griggsy.

Right away, sir.

Thrill a minute up there, Pappy.

You all right?

It wasn't exactly your classic X-Man trap.

The sun got in my eyes.

Really? I thought it was that port engine you lost.

Did I lose an engine?

Yeah. That's what happens

when you run out of fuel.

HARRIET: He's the best little guy.

Aren't you, A.J.?

Aren't you the best little guy?

Actually, he'd be better than the best

if he spent his nights sleeping instead

of testing his lungs all night.

Cheer up, mate.

Maybe your midnight warbler will be

the next Mick Jagger.

Oh, is that a new recruit I see?

Oh, Colonel-- congratulations

on your promotion.

-Thank you. -Want to hold him?

Oh, there you go, sailor.

Ah, you must be why girls go for a man in uniform.

I'm sorry I missed your wetting down,

but A.J. had the croup.

Oh, being a mom comes first.

CHEGWIDDEN: Lieutenant Sims.

Maybe youknow where the file is

for the last command inspection.

Yes, sir. It's right over here, sir.

At least it's supposed to be right here, sir.

I'm sure I put it there.

Unless I filed it under "C".

Well, Tiner, maybe you should look for it.

Yes, sir.

It's supposed to be right here.

Oh. And what is your weekly schedule doing

with the special request chits?

I was wondering where that was.

You know, Lieutenant,

since you've been on reserve duty,

this office is a bigger mess

than a sack full of damn cats.

Ah, it's good to see

that somebody's squared away. Hmm.

MAN: All right, my friend, the time has come. Are you ready?

BUXTON: Give me what you got.

Head's up, everybody!

Behold! The first turd on X-Man's record.

Can you believe it? After all those greens.

We are talking 14 in a row.

The greatest streak since DiMaggio

and suddenly... splat.

The king of the greenie board, the master

of the three-wire,

an alien if there ever was one,

steps in the same sorry stuff

as the rest of us.

That is impressive!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just think, if I snag the one wire ten more times

I'd be even with the rest of you sluggos.

Hey, Buxton!

Take another look at the Greenie Board.

Someone's gaining on you.

PILOTS: Yeah!

Oh, oh.

You mean the senior citizen

I helped out across the street today.

Six straight greens.

Six straight happy landings.

He still won't catch the uncatchable me.

Attention on deck.

As you were, people. Before I start this briefing,

Buxton, what were you trying to prove today?

That you're good to the last drop?

No, sir.

I was just trying

to help Commander Rabb, sir.

My bird ate too much seagull, CAG.

The X-Man saved my six.

And damn near lost his.

Next time, you both take on some fuel

then wait for the next gas station.

-Aye, aye, sir. -Aye, aye, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: I know Commander Imes is trying a court-martial in Pensacola.

So why does the watch Bill say

she's on duty this weekend?

There must be a mistake, sir.

It's not the only one, Tiner.

I can't seem to find Commander Mattoni's name

on here anywhere.

I believe that's because he's on leave, sir.

I know that, Tiner,

but for the whole damn month?

[sighs]

Now it seems Lieutenant Sims has disappeared.

Actually, she's changing A.J.

Uh, the baby, sir.

Perfect metaphor for the moment.

You know, Lieutenant, I wish we could clone your wife.

She obviously did a hell of a lot more around this office

than just raid the refrigerator

when she was pregnant. Hey.

You two are catching cases, right?

Uh, no, sir.

We have a plea-bargaining session

on the Winrow case.

If my client doesn't like

Colonel MacKenzie's counter-offer,

the court-martial starts tomorrow.

It's supposed to be on the docket, sir.

Is something wrong, Admiral?

No. No, nothing that couldn't be fixed by...

a good, old-fashioned lobotomy.

Tiner.

Two years in the brig, or six months.

Which sounds better to you, Corporal Winrow?

Neither one, ma'am.

Well, from where I'm sitting,

those look like the only choices

you're going to get.

But I know how to fire the Brimstone 2000, ma'am.

When you're sober.

I had some drinks the night before, yes, ma'am,

but I got my sleep.

Not enough to keep you from missing your target

and burning down 227 acres of woods at Quantico.

Now, that's not what the Marine Corps expects

from its weapons instructors.

I'm aware of that, ma'am.

I just don't understand how it happened.

Commander, can you make your client listen to reason?

Put yourself in his shoes, Colonel.

Even with a lesser sentence,

he's still facing a bad conduct discharge.

He shouldn't expect anything else

after what he did.

Give us a minute.

[ whispering]: Do you want to reconsider?

WINROW: No, sir.

We'll fight it.

Colonel...

you never told me

how you celebrated your promotion.

Uh... privately.

Well, if you ever want to go public,

I'll be honored to take you to dinner.

Don't you have a court-martial to lose?

[chuckles]

Begging your pardon, ma'am,

but I believe you're being

a tad overconfident.

Mic, your chances would be

better defending Mrs. O'Leary's cow.

-The great Chicago fire. -Yeah.

And the cow wouldn't have looked so bad

if the fire engine had gone to the right address.

Oh, thanks for enlightening me.

Okay, so you wouldn't care to have a wager

on poor Winrow's fate, would you?

Oh, let me guess. Um... loser buys dinner.

Great minds think alike.

Not if you think we're going to call it a date.

MAN 1 OVER PA: All SDOs report to flight line and see the air boss.

MAN 2: I'm quoting from the rules of engagement.

"Elements of command Battle Group 63

may exercise proportional force only in order to disengage

from units demonstrating hostile intent

or committing hostile acts

and only for the duration of the hostile acts.

The battle group will pass requests for use of force

to the NATO force commander."

And if I have to scratch my six,

do I need to phone the president?

[ laughter]

Lock it up, Lieutenant.

Obviously, these rules of engagement are somewhat restrictive.

But...we're facing a difficult situation here

trying to keep the Yugoslavians in line without antagonizing

any of our allies, especially the Russians.

Now, I'll be happy to answer any questions you have.

Yeah, I was just wondering,

since you are the gentleman from fleet JAG,

if you would be so kind as to give us a translation.

[ laughter]

I thought I just did that.

So, if I get locked on by a MiG,

I can shoot, then?

When hostile intent is perceived,

you are permitted to exercise

only a proportional response

while asking for guidance from a higher authority.

Help me, Lord.

But if they fire a missile,

we can rap their knuckles?

Firing a missile is clearly a hostile act.

So, what? We're just meat on the table until then?

Is that what you're telling us?

[ all protesting]

Attention on deck!

Thank you, Lieutenant Aldridge. That'll be all.

Aye, sir.

Take your seats.

Moan and groan all you like, what you just heard is the letter of the law

But if a MiG is maneuvering to your six,

you will see a missile come off its rails

before they have the chance to fire one.

Harm, you're our resident lawyer.

Any problem with that?

It's always a judgment call, CAG,

but a MiG wouldn't be there to send you flowers.

So, is that a yes or a no?

We're the good guys, X-Man.

We didn't get that way by firing first.

Whose side are you on, anyway?

Ours or that legal weenie's?

His designator is

the same as yours, X-Man.

That ought to be answer enough for you.

All right. There are no changes in our boundaries.

Waterloo Yellow remains 42 kilometers.

Waterloo Red is still 20 kilometers.

You go past Red, you're violating the rules

of engagement.

Commander Saunders has been designated

to take the reconnaissance package in.

Schmidt, you're search and rescue.

Suppression of enemy air defense is Papadakis.

Carlson, you're the tanker king.

Flight leader, division one...

Harm, I'd like you to take over from Lieutenant Buxton.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right.

Let's go fly.

MacKENZIE: Corporal Jennings, that depth charge you're talking about--

it isn't used to blow up submarines, is it?

Uh, no, ma'am.

It's a drink.

A little more specific, please?

Well, first you have a mug of beer, see?

And then you have a shot glass full of...

Well, I don't know-- me and Winnie,

uh, Corporal Winrow-- we went with bourbon.

Then you dropped the shot glass

in the mug of beer...

And voilà,a depth charge.

So how many of these concoctions did Corporal Winrow drink

that night in the boom-boom room?

Objection.

The government has just established

that the witness was drinking.

That hardly qualifies him

as someone capable of counting drinks.

I'll treat it as an informed estimate,

Commander Brumby. Overruled.

Go ahead, Corporal.

We were there from 9:00 until they closed at 2:00, ma'am.

Probably a drink an hour.

Maybe two, once or twice.

I mean, our buddy had orders for Pendleton.

We wanted to send him off right, ma'am.

I'm sure you did.

No further questions.

Corporal Jennings, you're a weapons instructor

at the basic school

with Corporal Winrow, is that correct?

Yes, sir. I've worked with him the past ten months, sir.

What is your opinion of him as a Marine, not a drinker?

Well, sir, Corporal Winrow is the best, sir.

He cares most about the men we train.

Puts in the longest hours, performs better

on all the tests than the rest of us combined, sir.

I mean, he's hard-core, sir.

Thank you.

BROADCASTER: Tensions continue to fester in Kosovo despite

the supposed cessation of hostilities.

NATO sources are reporting increased activity

by rogue factions of the Serb army,

who continue to terrorize returning

refugees in border areas.

Meanwhile, there are more and more indications

that much of the Yugoslavian air force

survived last spring's bombing.

Ranking members of the U.S. military say

that Yugoslav fighter squadrons possess enough Russian-made MiGs

to cause "significant mischief" in the no-fly zone.

Makes you wonder how Commander Rabb is doing, doesn't it, sir?

Well, Lieutenant, I try to look at the big picture.

"problems of one person

not amounting to a hill of beans"

and all that, but, yes, Commander,

it does cross my mind now and then.

Living his dreams, set free from the courtroom,

unshackled from his desk

and the mountains of paperwork that plagued him.

[ computer keys clattering]

-[ computer beeps] -Oh, geez.

Could be worse, Harm.

You could be trying to sleep

on all these files you put up here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tuna.

I thought I put everything back.

How could you tell?

What are you writing there?

The sequel to Moby Dick?

A letter to a computer company

that's trying to harpoon one of our troopers

-for a modem he's already paid for. -[knocking]

Unhappy with your collateral duty, Commander Rabb?

I've got an opening for a substance abuse control officer

if you'd rather watch aviators pee.

Not really my field of expertise, sir.

Guess you're stuck being the wing legal officer.

Here.

It'll be a while before I get to this, CAG...

Put it on top.

Buxton brought charges against his plane captain.

Gentlemen.

MAN OVER PA: Flight deck move out 142 and 200.

GRIGGS: Nobody feels worse about what happened than I do, sir.

RABB: Well, an apology isn't going

to help your case any, Airman Griggs.

It was a $90,000 piece of equipment

that dropped off this aircraft.

Yes, sir, but you've got to understand.

I've got the Navy in my blood, sir,

just like my father and my grandfather.

And the only place I want to be is

on that flight deck

and working on Lieutenant Buxton's Tomcat.

He's the best, you know, sir.

Well, that's the general consensus.

You want to tell me what happened?

There was a new pod, sir, an infrared sensory unit.

We hooked it onto the lieutenant's wing

and then I signed off on the job,

but that was the first time

I'd ever seen one of those things, sir.

It's unfortunate, but it doesn't relieve you

of responsibility.

Get the training, learn the equipment--

it'd be great if it really worked that way, sir.

But we're undermanned and I never got the training.

You did receive a manual instructing you

how to install the pod, didn't you?

Yes, sir, I did.

Do you still have it?

I can find it for you, sir

but there's one thing that manual won't tell you.

The pod's a Murphy.

It slides on the right way,

but, oh, yeah, it slides on backwards, too.

BUXTON: So what?

It's his job to know which way is up.

You checked the pod yourself on preflight?

Just like the checklist says, Commander.

You didn't notice any problems?

The X-Man does not have X-ray vision.

Well, I'll make a note of that.

You know, there wasn't anything funny

when that pod fell off.

I'd just launched and I was making my clearing turn.

Losing that store disrupted airflow

over the horizontal tail.

I was below flight-deck level, skimming the water.

The air boss was yelling, "Eject."

You didn't eject.

That's because I'm

an above-average aviator, sir.

If I wasn't, that kid would be up on murder charges.

So do your job, Commander.

MacKENZIE: Mr. Tennyson, when you say

your company builds the Brimstone 2000 to be used

under less than optimum conditions,

what are you referring to?

Combat, of course.

The weapon may have to take a beating to give a beating.

That's what I always say.

Did the Widmark Corporation test the Brimstone 2000

under such conditions?

Absolutely, Colonel.

There's never been a shoulder-fire

and anti-tank weapon as light and powerful.

We made sure it was as good as we told everybody it was.

Did any of your test involve having

the weapon fired by someone

who'd been drinking heavily a few hours before?

-Objection. -Overruled.

You may answer the question, Mr. Tennyson.

Uh, no, Colonel, no one who was inebriated has

ever tested the Brimstone 2000.

Would you ever let anyone

who was inebriated fire the weapon?

No. Never.

Thank you.

Mr. Tennyson, how many weapons

has your company developed over the past ten years?

A dozen, maybe more.

And in testing these weapons,

have any of them ever gone off course?

During testing? Yes.

And when that happened,

was it because the operators were drunk?

No.

Thank you.

One last question Mr. Tennyson.

Since it became operational

have there been any other mishaps

with the Brimstone 2000?

No. None at all.

Cheer up, Mic.

It's almost over.

Is that your final witness?

Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez--

the Marine's own expert on the Brimstone 2000.

I'll prep him, put him on the stand,

and, uh... how does Calisto's sound

for that dinner you're going to owe me?

Pricey.

Perfect.

Check out all the brass.

Looks like feeding time at the zoo.

It's Admiral Lacady Yakushkin from the Russian Navy.

He's our new resident liaison.

A dancing bear, huh?

Hey, they are our allies.

This week.

Let's get to work.

[man speaking Russian over radio]

Badman one, this is Red Crown. We have an unknown contact

squawking a garbled commercial airline code.

Bearing 350 at 45 miles.

Angels 15. Low speed.

RABB: Red Crown, Badman will take it.

Badman Three, North Cap is your responsibility.

X-Man is on it.

Keep an eye on him, Skates.

Copy that.

X-Man, we've got intermittent hydraulic system lights. We'd better turn back.

BUXTON: You need an escort home, Boomer?

Negative.

Pappy, this is X-Man. Boomer's heading home on a precautionary.

-I'm pressing on with the intercept. -RABB: Negative, Badman Three.

Wait till I get there.

Tuna, join up on Boomer and escort him home.

BUXTON: Roger, Pappy.

-[beeping] -GRADY: Unknown contact.

Angels 15. Speed 200 knots.

-Doesn't sound like he's much fun. -Wait a minute.

-Wait a minute. -What's the problem?

Contact just went to 300 knots.

Now he's at 400.

BUXTON: Bandit! Bandit! MiG-29. He's running.

I am engaging.

Badman Three, this is Badman leader. MiGs always travel in pairs.

BUXTON: One is all I see.

RABB: Badman Three, Red Crown.

You're at Waterloo Yellow.

Disengage. I repeat: disengage.

No way.

[beeping]

SKATES: Harm, I've got a second MiG.

Bearing 045.

Closing on X-Man.

RABB: Badman three, you got a second MiG on your six.

[alarm buzzing]

He's got me locked!

He's got me locked!

I can't shake him.

I'm on him.

Take him out! Take him out!

Why did he break off?

Guess he wanted to live more than he wanted you to die.

Let's go home.

PIKE: It's not a video game up there, Lieutenant Buxton.

You do realize that, don't you?

Yes, sir. I was just trying to exercise initiative

the way I've been taught, sir.

You weren't taught that way.

You ignored a Waterloo call.

You neglected to remember that MiGs travel in pairs,

and you most definitely would've been killed

if Commander Rabb hadn't been there to save your ass.

They were playing the same game

the Iraqis run in the Gulf, CAG--

drag you in with one bogie,

clean you off with the other.

But the Yugoslavs have something the Iraqis didn't.

Intel tell us there's a spy plane up there.

You walked right into their trap, Buxton.

I want aggressive pilots, but you can't be

all plumbing and no forehead.

In the lieutenant's defense, sir,

what he did was not

error of integrity.

Oh, what was it?

I call it more

a misguided sense of urgency, sir.

Oh, it was misguided all right.

I'm as much to blame as the lieutenant, sir.

I was division leader.

Then teach him judgment.

I always thought you had it.

Yes, sir.

Pay attention to the man, Buxton.

Up there in the twilight zone,

judgment equals survival.

Yes, sir.

I guess I'm supposed to say thanks.

You wouldn't if you knew how hard that was for me.

Well, why didn't you just tell the CAG

that I'm a selfish, irresponsible glory-hound

if that's what you think?

He already knows it.

No. What he knows, Commander,

is how damn good I am.

You see, Buxton, that is your problem--

you confuse reality

with your score on the greenie board.

Actually, the greenie board isreality.

Catching three-wires are one thing, pal,

flying smart is something else altogether.

So how come you think you know so much about me?

'Cause I used to be you.

MacKENZIE: Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, how many of your

17 years in the Marine Corps have you spent

handling weapons or instructing people in the use of them?

Just about all of them, ma'am.

But you're about to retire, is that correct?

Yes, ma'am. I'm taking an early out.

At present, I'm on terminal leave.

Have you begun a new job yet?

I have, as training technician for the Widmark Corporation.

That's the manufacturer of the Brimstone 2000?

That's correct, ma'am.

I instruct people on its use.

Which is what you did as a Marine.

So, in the course of your duties with this weapon,

did you ever encounter the defendant, Corporal Winrow?

I supervised his instruction, ma'am.

Did he ever have any problems with the weapon?

None whatsoever.

Corporal Winrow became an expert very quickly.

So, unless Corporal Winrow were somehow impaired,

he should have no problems with this weapon,

isn't that correct, Gunnery Sergeant?

No, ma'am.

Excuse me?

What happened had nothing to do with the corporal.

The weapon is faulty.

Maybe I misunderstood you, Gunnery Sergeant,

but didn't you say that Corporal Winrow

never previously experienced problems when firing the weapon?

Yes, ma'am.

And that was when he was not hung over, correct?

To the best of my knowledge, ma'am.

No further questions.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez,

I'm intrigued by your description

of the Brimstone 2000 as being faulty.

Would you tell us what you mean?

Basically, sir, its guidance system

is unreliable in hot weather.

Explain, please.

Widmark makes all kinds of claims

about the Brimstone's accuracy,

but in tests it conducted privately,

the weapon flew outside the range fan

when the temperature was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

They're still trying to fix the problem.

Which means what in terms of Corporal Winrow's situation?

On the morning of his mishap, we were at Black Flag,

the first hot day after the weapon arrived at Quantico.

He would have set those woods on fire

no matter what condition he was in.

How do you know this, Gunnery Sergeant?

I visited Widmark's research department after hours,

and I found the documents.

You entered surreptitiously?

Yes, sir.

After Corporal Winrow's problem, I got curious.

Thank you.

YAKUSHKIN: That sounds very exciting.

BUXTON: It's no big deal, Admiral.

You're low on fuel, you shut down one

of your engines.

Of course, my RIO was a little puckered,

weren't you, Duke?

Hey, Harm.

Admiral, this is the fella

I told you I helped out.

Oh, come join us, please, Commander.

You must obey.

I am Admiral.

Well, I never argue with rank, sir.

So, I understand that you

owe your life to Lieutenant Buxton here, yes?

Really? Well, all I thought I owed him was a tank of gas.

[ Yakushkin laughing]

Oh, you Americans--

you make joke about everything, even danger.

The admiral here is real interested

in how we do things.

I'll bet he is.

Right now, sir, if you'll excuse me

I have a lot of reading to do.

Harm, it looks

more like you're taking up some weight lifting.

[ laughing]

[ sighs]

-[ knocking] -Hmm?

A dark day for semper fi, eh, Colonel?

Is there a reason you're here, Commander,

or did you just come by to gloat?

About the surprising

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez?

Never. No, I came by to ask about dinner.

You owe me one, remember?

Your Corporal Winrow was in no condition

to be firing that weapon.

Uh, the judge said it didn't matter.

What can I say?

So, Calisto's, is it?

No, sorry. I've got to prep the McCarthy case.

Getting a pizza delivered would be the best I could do tonight.

Pepperonis and black olives?

Sausage and green peppers.

Mmm.

Ah, we could order half and half.

I don't know. I think you're getting off cheap, Colonel.

I accept.

[ chuckles]

Well, the F-18's right over it...

This was three feet off the ground...

Why is Griggs back on the duty roster?

CAG's dropping charges against him

on my recommendation.

You're letting him slide?

What, were you going to tell me about this?

Yeah, I was, in private.

Oh, I don't mind.

You can tell me now, sir.

Sure about that, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Airman Griggs installed the pod backwards,

but he wasn't the only one at fault.

Oh, I don't believe this.

Flight ops were incredibly intense that day.

The ordinance chief didn't have time to do

his final inspections.

Well, terrific. Is there anybody else

you'd like to blame, Commander?

Yeah... you.

I inspected the damn pod the way I was supposed to.

What did you want me to do, hook it up myself?

The old wiggle-waggle wasn't going to cut it on this pod.

If you'd read the specs, you would have known

to move it forward and backwards.

It would have fallen off at your feet.

Oh, so now this is my fault?

Partly, yeah.

Doesn't seem fair to make Griggs shoulder

the entire responsibility, does it?

Griggs... is notgoing back to work on my plane, sir.

Griggs is a good man.

He thinks you're the greatest pilot that's ever pulled a "G."

He can think whatever he wants.

You're making another mistake.

You know, if you think Griggs is so damn great,

he can be yourplane captain, sir.

Fine.

He's too good to be yours.

Excuse me, sir.

X-Man?

-X-Man, hang on. -What?!

You crazy running your mouth off like that?

You want to get court-martialed?

Why not? I've been shafted every other way they can think of.

Nobody's shafting you.

Then how come Rabb is leading my division?

Yourdivision?

Look, Tuna, your roommate will do

anything he can to bury me

because he knows he can't outfly me.

Give it a rest, Buxton.

What, you don't think I'm the best?

I didn't say that.

But that's what you were thinking.

Call yourself the best all you want.

There's no way you'll ever prove it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just watch me the next time I'm up.

All right, let's just skip over the part

where you say I didn't ask the right question

-when I interviewed you. -That's fine with me, ma'am.

Why did you wait until you were on the stand to deliver the bad news?

It's nothing personal, ma'am,

but I didn't know if I could trust you.

Something about my shifty eyes, Gunny,

or are you just suspicious of officers in general?

It's negative to the first part of your question, Colonel .

As for the second part, it looked like you were buying the company line.

I didn't know if you wanted a conviction or the truth.

If I didn't care about the truth, Gunny,

you wouldn't be here.

Yes, ma'am. I'm aware of that.

Obviously, the truth is important to you, too,

or you wouldn't have put yourself out

of that cushy civilian job you lined up.

Well, you know what they say, ma'am?

"Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas."

I'll find somebody else to work for.

How about lawyers?

What kind of lawyers, Colonel?

JAG lawyers. 'Course, you'd have to pass up

that early retirement.

What exactly did you have in mind, ma'am?

We're looking for someone to run the office.

Colonel, I'm not a clerk.

No, I doubt anyone would mistake you for one, Gunny,

but you were a policeman, right?

Yes, ma'am. Deputy sheriff back home in New Mexico.

Did it for three years after my first enlistment

and then came back to the Marine Corps as a retread.

You might be able to help us out with investigations.

When I'm not counting paper clips, ma'am?

That's right, Gunny--

when you're not counting paper clips.

CAPTAIN PIKE: The war crimes commission has received reports

of possible mass grave sites

at Alpha, Bravo and Charlie.

So, in addition to your normal patrols,

we want to fly low and take pictures.

Maybe help put these butchers in jail.

How do you want to handle it, Harm?

Two two, CAG.

Two tarp-configured aircraft with cameras,

two armed escorts.

Fine.

One other wrinkle--

our snooper is back.

A Lear flying under an international flag,

supposedly from a news agency.

Our surveillance says it is carrying a telescope

that is gyrostabilized and radar-guided.

Any of you seeing Peeping Tom out there

are advised to smudge his windows.

Time for target practice.

[laughter]

Can I help you, Admiral?

I was just being curious to see how our good allies

operate in such sensitivetimes.

Please continue.

We're just wrapping things up, sir.

Unless Lieutenant Buxton feels the need to hear

the rules of engagement one more time.

Not necessary, CAG.

Are you sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

Let's fly.

MAN OVER PA: Fan tail repair crew,

make ready to cease operation until further notice.

Fan tail repair crew...

I hope your will's in order, Commander.

Everything squared away?

Standing tall, sir.

I've got your power and alignment cables hooked up

so you can inspect them.

You do good work, Griggs.

Your plane's got my name

on it, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: Gunnery Sergeant Galindez,

it says here that you did some boxing.

Closer inspection of my nose would confirm that, sir.

Is your nose any indication on how you did?

I held my own, sir.

Especially when I was fighting SEALs.

At ease, Gunny.

Well...

I can, uh, think of one you might have some trouble with.

Now that you've established a common interest, Admiral,

I was, uh, hoping

you'd be intrigued by the breadth

of the gunnery sergeant's experience.

[ breathes deeply]

Primary M.O.S. infantry.

Secondary M.O.S. criminal investigation.

Gunny at the basic school the past 18 months.

So, why did you leave the sheriff's department

to return to active duty?

I was shot, sir.

Go on.

We were busting a meth lab

outside Albuquerque.

Things got a little hairy with the biker who ran the place,

and one of our guys panicked.

He put a bullet in my rear end.

One of, uh, your guys.

That's why I came back to the Marine Corps, sir.

Better breed of people.

Navy, too?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Well, there are Navy personnel in this office.

If you're going to be the gunny here,

you're going to have to deal with them.

If I'm going to be the gunny here, Admiral,

they're going to have to deal with me.

MAN: Badman One, this is Red Crown.

Peeping Tom bearing 025 at 65 miles.

Inbound mother.

SKATES: Got him.

We have a contact.

RABB: Red Crown, Badman One.

Contact.

We'll take it from here.

Badman Three, Tuna and I are going hunting.

The photo mission is yours.

Bring Boomer home in one piece, huh?

You know I will.

Tuna, combat spread.

Cover my six.

Roger.

HARM: Nothing visual yet, Skates.

Check right ten degrees.

Ten miles.

Eight miles.

Start your turn now.

Tally ho! Tom's in sight.

Let's go say hello.

Knock, knock, knock.

I think he's ignoring us.

RABB: 464-Charlie-Lima,

be advised: we are conducting hazardous

flight activity.

You are standing into danger.

Turn north immediately.

Maybe he's deaf.

Let's find out if he's blind, too.

Looks like he's going to hang in there.

Him and a telescope that can see for a hundred miles.

Okay, we do this the hard way.

Fuel dump! All right!

SKATES: Think he'll make it back

to wherever he came from?

Oh, yeah, and he'll stay there a while, too.

RABB: Red Crown--

Badman One. Say good-bye to Peeping Tom.

Red Crown copies.

MAN: Bravo Zulu, Badman One.

Roger.

Switching back

to recon frequency.

Badman Three, Badman One, requesting mission status.

Pappy, I've got a pop-up.

Armored vehicles converging on inbound refugees.

Suspect refugees in danger.

RABB: Badman Three, if you haven't been shot at

and photo bird is clear, recommend disengage.

I can't. They're going after those refugees.

RABB: Tuna, close formation.

[laughter]

I smoked them good, Boomer.

Oh, you arethe man, X.

Plus, you get all the luck.

Oh, yeah.

Is this the man?

Is thisthe man?

Something wrong, CAG?

Lieutenant Buxton, did you attack vehicles

on the highway east of Zlata?

Yes, sir. Serb armor about to cut off

a group of refugees, sir.

Those Serbs, Lieutenant Buxton, were Russian peacekeepers.

You killed three of their senior officers.

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