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[bell ringing]

MAN [over P.A.]:
Stand clear to roll press.

MAN 2: Check the rollers!

MAN 3: All right!
I'm checking it!

[buzzer blares,
machinery clanks and whirs]

[men shouting
under din of machinery]

CHEGWIDDEN:
It's hot off the press.

"The name of the writer,

an officer
in the United States Navy,

is being withheld
at his request."

Because he knew
by writing that
op-ed piece

he committed a crime.

It's a clear violation
of Article 88.

ROBERTS: Oh, yes, sir,

it does appear to be
contemptuous of the President.

Well, let's see, Lieutenant,

he calls the President
"a criminal liar

and spineless buffoon."

Yeah, I think so.

Are we investigating, sir?

Colonel, this is going
to be all over the city
in an hour

and around the world in two.

SECNAV informs me that
Presidents can be

a little testy about
this sort of thing.

Find out who wrote it.

He will be prosecuted.

[theme music playing]

[Rabb groans]

Wow, Harm,
with a slice like that,

you'd be
two fairways over.

Hey, who wants to play
a hole the easy way?

Well, I guess if I was
a member of Congress,

I'd have nothing but time
to practice my golf game.

Yeah, cocktails and golf,
that's all we do

until we're voting
ourself raises.

[groans]

This is your idea
of relaxation?

Listen, you needed to do
something relaxing.

I mean, ever since
you got back from the carrier

you've been
at loose ends.

Maybe I should take up
stamp collecting.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Your grip is
too weak, okay?

You need to turn them
more to your right.

Listen, I met with
my opposite number

on the Senate Armed Forces
Committee yesterday.

Like this?

Look where the "V"
between your thumb
and fingers is pointing.

West Virginia?

Uh-huh, but it should

be pointed to your
right shoulder.

I got a peek
at the promotions list.

Damn!

You were on it.

Commander?

No, you skipped four grades
to vice admiral.

Yes, Commander.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[branches crack, bird caws]

Damn!

You were at your
Congressional Liaison meeting
this morning, right?

Yes, sir.

How are things
on the Hill these days?

Definitely moving
to the right, sir.

Well, these things
are cyclical.

Had your people seen
the morning paper yet?

MAN: Morning, sir.

No, sir. It wasn't
mentioned. Why?

Op-ed piece, guest editorial.

"The Soiling
of the Presidency.

Our President,
my Commander in Chief,

is not only a phys... physical
and mor... moral coward..."

You know, they're making
this damn type smaller,

so they can sell more ads.

[mumbling]

"...has imposed his own, uh,
bravery-deprived character

on the Armed Forces
of the United States

as exemplified by,
among other things,

the sleazily disgraceful
restrictions imposed

on our air war over Kosovo."

Written by
an anonymous Naval officer.

Contemptuous words, sir.

Exactly.
Familiar with the concept?

Yes, sir.
In 1993, an Air Force General,
in a speech,

called the President
"draft-dodging, pot-smoking

womanizing and gay-loving."

He was reprimanded, fined
and forced to retire.

I think our anonymous
editorialist is entitled

to some leave time, as well.

Why don't you join the posse?

Yes, sir.

WOMAN:
As I told you on the phone

we take pledges
of confidentiality
very seriously here.

We just thought
it might be
productive to meet.

So I'd swoon over
your uniforms?

I haven't seen
this many sailors

since I watched Anchors
Aweighon the Late Show.

Actually, ma'am, I'm a Marine.

Excuse me.

So what you're trying
to tell me is

that the person
who wrote this editorial,

as a military officer,
is not allowed
to criticize the President,

but the three of you,
as military officers,

are allowed to interrogate
a newspaper editor

about who's been exercising
their right to free speech.

ROBERTS: Ma'am,
as military officers,

we accept limits
on our right to free speech.

It's all spelled out
in Article 88

of the Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

RABB: I would
hardly call this
an interrogation, Ms. Wexler.

Well, if you came by
to submit an op-ed piece,

I'll be happy to consider it.

The reason officers aren't
allowed to be contemptuous
of civilian leaders

is to keep the military
out of politics.

We don't have military coups
in this country.

I assume your paper would like
to keep it that way.

So you're telling me
if I don't tell you
who wrote that editorial,

I can expect to see tanks
rolling down
Pennsylvania Avenue?

How do you know that the author
of this piece
is a Naval officer?

Because he or she answered
some questions we asked

in a very convincing way.

"He or she"?
You didn't meet this person?

No.

So we're wasting our time here.

Well, you did get
to give me a civics lesson.

MAC:
Well, we didn't get the name

but it looks like
you could have had a date.

Liberals love me, Colonel.
I'm a challenge.

We could subpoena
their records.

Yeah, and they'd scream
freedom of the press

and the Supreme Court would get
around to deciding the issue

sometime during
Chelsea Clinton's second term
as President, if we're lucky.

Well, then maybe
you should ask her
out on a date.

You know,
she never met him or her

but asked questions
and got answers.

So how were they
communicating?

E-mail.

We can go to ISPs and companies
that operate SMTP servers.

They don't have
a freedom of the press issue.

Don't you love it
when he talks like that?

Places that send
and forward e-mail.

The op-ed piece had
to leave a trail.

Go get 'em, sailor.

[barking, growling]

[pop music playing
in background]

Okay. How about a break?
You want a snack?

[whines]

Yeah? Okay.

[barks]

Yogurt, moo goo gai pan
from last Sunday,

or a dog biscuit?

[barks]

Yeah, that does look best.

[phone rings]

Hello?

[barks]

This is Colonel MacKenzie.

Yes, I am a lawyer.

Now?

This really isn't my area.

Our hospital counsel is
on vacation. We needed
somebody right away.

Major Jackson
apparently met you
at a party or something.

Uh, I guess I come
well recommended.

DOCTOR: We needed a lawyer.

This is, or was,
Marine Sergeant Kent Davey.

He was in a car crash
a few hours ago.

Reached us with severe
internal injuries.

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

What's the issue?
Malpractice? The car crash?

No.

The young lady over there,
she's the sergeant's fiancée.

She says she and the sergeant
were about to get married.

And they wanted
to have children.

I'm very sorry.

She still wants
to have the children.

Excuse me?

She wants us
to extract his sperm.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning, Gunny.

Commander, morning.

[staffers whispering,
murmuring]

RABB: Marine,
what the hell is
going on in here?

What are you doing
in my office?

Commander, your office
has been secured.

You can't go in there
right now.

Why not?

Sir, I tried to call you.

I came back here yesterday,
as we discussed,

and I found the server
that routed the op-ed piece

to the newspaper.

Excellent.
Where did it come from?

Your computer, sir.

You don't think I did it,
do you, sir?

No, but Commander, nobody gives
a damn what I think.

Hell, I tried to keep
this thing in-house

but, to avoid
the appearance
of conflict of interest,

pursuit of the matter
has been turned over

to the Office
of Inspector General.

OIG?

Admiral, they land a crooked
JAG, their budget goes up.

Oh, hell, yes.

But, Commander,
we're in no position
to question their integrity,

since somebody has put
yours in question first.

Sir, I rarely lock
the door to my office.

Anybody could have
gone in there

and tampered
with my computer.

Oh, great, great.
You didn't commit the crime

but somebody else
under my command did.

Sir, all I know is
that I didn't do it.

[heavy sigh]

Well, good.

Hate to see you suffer
the same fate

as that Air Force General
or Private Callan.

Who's Private Callan, sir?

Well, in 1942, he denounced
President Franklin Roosevelt

as a dirty politician
trying to enslave the world.

Got 20 years
at hard labor.

Of course,
we were at war at that time.

You could probably get off
with, say... ten.

ROBERTS:
Sir, I've been doing

some more
computer research.

I'm not sure I can
survive much more
of your research, Bud.

Our systems here
are on a network

that's always connected
to the Internet.

That means
that each computer

has a fixed Internet
protocol number,

which means
that the hacker
can sniff his way in,

take control
of the computer...

Send outgoing e-mail
like that op-ed piece.

Exactly.

So either some hacker
randomly chose your computer

or somebody's out to get you.

Maybe to get even
for something.

So I've taken the liberty, sir,
of looking through

your case files
to find anybody

that you might have
pissed... antagonized.

Defendants, witnesses

other lawyers,
judges...

My own personal enemies list.

Yes, sir,
it's in my office,

if you could find the time
to come and take a look at it.

I think I have some
time right now, Bud.

I thought it best
to cast a wide net, sir.

Well, it's a good thing
I'm easygoing, Lieutenant,

or that would be
a very large pile.

[knocking on door]

Commander Rabb?

That's me.

Agent John Nichols,
Office of the Inspector General.

A civilian.

That's right.

So I don't have
an axe to grind.

Well, somebody does,
Agent Nichols.

You may want to look
at that stack of files.

I've already read
some files, Commander.

I found one that said
that during a court-martial
on the USS Patrick Henry,

you, uh, criticized
the President's air war
over Kosovo.

Not directly.

Oh. You saved
your direct criticism
for the op-ed piece.

Did you say you were here
to conduct an investigation
or just to execute the accused?

I'm investigating, Commander.

Would you care to assist
me in my inquiries?

Let's go to my office.

NICHOLS: Can't.

My men aren't through
searching it.

Uh, you can use my office, sir.

So, you deny the allegation?

-I do.
-Despite the fact

the editorial came
from your computer?

You know, Agent Nichols,
somebody could have
hacked into my computer

and sent the editorial.

One of these people?

It could be.

Corporal Arnold Hobson...

convicted by you
of getting drunk,

stealing an armored
personnel carrier

and driving it
into the Patuxent River.

Do you really think
that he is sophisticated enough

to identify your Internet
protocol address

log into the JAG network,
hoax the firewall,

identify your CPU,
upload the editorial

and route it
to the newspaper?

I don't know.
Why don't you find out?

We'll ask him.

In the meantime, Commander,
I suggest you
get yourself a lawyer.

[sighs]

Knock, knock.

Come on in.
Just catching up
with my fan club.

You didn't do it, did you?

You know, it was my suggestion
that led to the discovery

the damn editorial
came from my computer.

Very clever.

Throw people off the scent.

You know, despite
your lousy sense of humor,

you may have just
what I'm looking for
in a lawyer.

I've just been told I need one.

I can't do it, Harm.
I've just been told

that I'm a potential
prosecution witness.

What?!

Agent Nichols
found out
about the joke you told

at Commander Mattoni's
birthday party last year.

What joke?

The White House intern...

"Close, but no cigar."

Yeah, and you say I have
a terrible sense of humor.

Excuse me, Colonel.
Commander Rabb,
you have a phone call, sir.

Congresswoman Latham, line
four.

Rabb.

LATHAM: You free for lunch?

Sure.

I can't get
into my office anyway.

LATHAM: Occidental. 30
Minutes.

See you there.

Think the OIG will file
additional charges

if I take
an early lunch?

Let me walk you out.

Where you going?

Well, if things work out,
to cut the sperm
out of a dead man.

They told me they could
do it up to 30 hours
after he died.

And they put him in the
morgue, in a refrigerator.

Look, Ms. Westin...

Laurie.

Laurie.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

Then help me.

They told me they'd do it,
if you said it was okay.

This is an unusual request.

Well, other people have done
it.

I read it in a magazine.

Ken and I were going
to be married on Saturday.

We wanted children.

I want to have his children.

This is a terrible time, Laurie,
but I've got to be blunt.

About what?

There's got to be
some suspicion.

About what?

That you're after
Sergeant Davy's

survivor's benefits
for the child
you might have.

I will sign a paper.
I will do whatever you want.

I don't want money.

I don't want benefits.

I just want
to have Ken's baby.

That's what you want,
but we have no way of
knowing what he wanted.

Yes, we do.

I went home and got these.

He mailed them to me when he
was on temporary duty in
Guantanamo.

There.

"My darling,
I think about you all the time,

about the life
we're going to have,
together, forever.

I don't care
where the Marines send me,

as long
as they send you with me.

You and our kids.

Daughters
as beautiful as you are.

Sons who will
love their mother
as much as I do.

I'm the happiest man
in the world."

He sounds like a wonderful man.

He wasn't exactly
my first boyfriend, Colonel,

but with Ken,
everything was... different.

It was special.

Your child will never
know him, Laurie.

Is that really what you want?

You're a young woman.

Someday, down the road,
you might meet another man.

Other single women have kids.

Lesbians...

I mean, professional women
go off to China and they adopt.

Why can't I have a child
with the only man
I've ever loved?

Right this way, sir.

Well, you didn't tell me
you were bringing friends.

It's an honor,
Commander.

I read about your exploits
over Kosovo.

Pushing that
crippled plane
by its tail hook...

a genuine hero.

Please.

Harm, this is
Daniel Citron.

He used to sit on the National
Security Subcommittee.

Oh, a genuine Congressman.

Ex.

The voters decided
I was ready to retire.

Now I run an outfit called
the Roanoke Liberty Foundation.

I've heard of it.

It's a big name
in conservative causes.

Principled conservative causes.

This is Suzanne Moore,
our administrative
officer.

It's an honor.

Really? Then you haven't heard
what's been going on with me.

CITRONE: We have.
That's why we asked

Congresswoman Latham
to introduce us.

Well, call me naive,
but I would have thought

that you and the Congresswoman
would despise
each others' principles.

We're politicians, not
fanatics.

We can distinguish
our philosophical differences
from our common humanity.

I only agreed to set this up
because I'm worried
about you, Harm.

The Navy will do
anything to minimize
its embarrassment,

including throwing you
to the sharks.

I remind you,
Congresswoman Latham,

you have a habit
of underrating the Navy.

And how would you rate
the way they've proceeded
against you so far?

I believe they'll do
the right thing.

We just want to make
sure of that.

So we're offering you
top legal counsel,
at no charge.

Well, sir, no disrespect,
but you people are famous
for being anti-Clinton.

I show up with one
of your lawyers

I'll be proving
their case against me.

Then don't use our lawyer.

We'll hire you a
Communist, if you want.

It's still your money.

MOORE:
We're not poison,
Commander Rabb.

We've won
very important victories
for student-led school prayer,

the right not to be forced
into unions...

I brought you some copies
of our newsletter.

"Moral values,
not market values.

Raise our children
with discipline and devotion,

not the wackily
trendy guidelines

of the education
establishment."

I'm sure you agree
with at least
some of our issues.

I'm just not ready
to be one of your issues.

Harm, you're going
to be an issue
whether you want to or not.

At least go to battle
with help.

Don't they teach something
like that at Annapolis?

The fact that I'm innocent
should be enough.

That's a lawyer's joke, right?

[sighs]

Harm... you've had a dozen calls
from reporters, and Tiner's
been sending them to me.

What's he sending them
to you for?

Well, I don't know.
Maybe he thinks my accent
will confuse them.

Look, if there's
anything you need...

As a matter of fact,
Mic, there is.

No worries, mate.
Come on in.

Take a load off.

This used to be my office.

[chuckles]

You want it back?

I'm not sure it's going
to help with the case, though.

You inherited my old computer.

You've had time
to crack the password.

[chuckles]

So I wrote the op-ed piece?

Now, would that be
before or after I killed JFK?

Somebody wrote it, Mic.

Wouldn't be a crime
if you did it.

Not unless it defamed
Her Majesty, the Queen.

See, that's our law, mate.

You find this all very amusing,
don't you?

No, I don't.

RABB: Well, you haven't
stopped smiling
since I came in here.

Because you've accused me
of libeling the President
of the United States

and framing
one of my fellow officers
for the deed.

Now, if I didn't find
this all very amusing...

I might take
a poke at you, mate.

WOMAN [over P.A.]:
Chief Pharmacist,
call In-Patient Services.

Chief Pharmacist...

MAC: It's going to be
all right, Laurie.

I know. I just... I can't
stop thinking about what
they're doing to him.

The procedure was completed
a few minutes ago.

A urologist looked
at the sperm

and they appear
to have good motility.

-As soon as you like...
-WOMAN: Are you Dr. Cannon?

Yes.

And this is Laurie, right?

I can't believe your nerve.

Ma'am, you are...?

Melinda Davy.
Mrs. Melinda Davy.

Mrs. Davy?

That's right.
I'm the wife of the man
the doctor here just cut up.

Laurie?

They're divorced.

Not until Friday.
He's still my husband...
or he was.

That's why you're
getting married on Saturday.

It was some kind
of waiting period, a formality.

Right.
So, formally,

I'm the widow,
not to mention the victim
of a husband-stealing tramp.

They say you removed
my husband's sperm.
I want them destroyed.

Colonel?

MELINDA: I want them
destroyed right away,

or I'm going to march down
to my lawyer's office

and get a court order
to make you do it.

Help me.

Please.

So did you, uh...
rule out Commander Brumby, sir?

For the moment.

You think Tiner
might have got
a little giddy one night?

[chuckles]

I don't think Tiner can spell
"hypocrisy," sir.

You know, one
of the witnesses
in the Mosley court-martial

took a swing at me
after court one day.

William Johnson, sir.
I believe he's
still in the service,

and he's on the Reeves,

and they've been out to sea
since August.

You have voice activation
on your computer, Bud?

No, sir.

Well, who's
typing on it then?

"Give your friend Harm
my condolences.

Tough break.

Did I put my foot
in his mouth?"

CITRONE: It's a mental game,
Commander.

That may be, but I still get
to hit something
with this big club.

[chuckles]

I heard you had
a mysterious intruder

on one of your
office computers

and the Inspector General
is too busy
investigating you

for criticizing
the President
to look into it.

Where did you hear that?

You have friends,
Commander.

Why don't you let
me be one of them?

One of my friends
did look into it.

Apparently, that signal bounced
around the world a few times,

including off
a couple of satellites.

It'll take a lot of resources
to track down whoever sent it.

We have a lot
of resources.

And a lot
of political baggage, sir.

Would your rather take help
from an organization

that participates legally
in our vibrant democracy?

Or be railroaded
all on your lonesome?

No press releases,
no public announcements.

You just help me find
this son of a bitch quietly.

You make the
rules, Commander.

We just want to help.

Hey, Harm, congratulations.
I heard you're
on the promotion list.

I think we can consider
that temporarily delayed.

This whole thing
is ridiculous.

They'll find whoever
wrote that editorial.

Well, they don't seem
to be looking
very hard right now.

What is that?

Frozen sperm.

And I got in trouble
for telling a Clinton joke.

Don't start.

This was removed
from the body of a dead Marine.

His fiancée wants to use it.
His almost-ex-wife
wants it destroyed.

Last time I saw her,
she was running off
to get a court order.

You're hiding it from the
court?

No. I don't know
that she actually got an order.
I'm just keeping it safe.

Next to my lasagna?

Frozen sperm.
It's hers.

Oh, some kind of
do-it-yourself kit, right?

Excuse me?

Commander Rabb, they told me
I could find you in here.

Yeah, let's, uh...
let's go to my office.

These two want to be alone.

Excuse me.

This place is so impressive.

Just a bunch of lawyers ,
and I'm sure you see
a lot of those in your business.

Not with three dozen
combat missions
under their belt.

I am just so excited
to be working
with you, Commander.

Harm.

Harm.

Is this yours?

Were you wearing it
when you flew over Kosovo?

Yeah.

Unfortunately,
now I have to wear it
when I come into the office.

Did you find anything,
Ms. Moore?

Suzanne.

Suzanne.

Did you find the joker
who sent the e-mail?

As a matter of fact, yes.

We did a worldwide search.

Hired analysts
in three different countries.

That message went through
two pornographic Web sites
on Malta alone.

So where did it come from?

Do you know anybody
in Leavenworth, Kansas?

MAN [over P.A.]:
Yards four and five
are now open.

Yards four and five now open.

What exactly is your connection
with Clark Palmer?

He's kidnapped me, sir.
He's tried to kill me.

He tried to trick me into
shooting my former girlfriend.

He's a sociopath who's made
me his hobby, Colonel.

Well, he's safely locked up
now. I don't see
how he can hurt you.

[buzzing]

Where is he exactly?

WARREN: Right in here.

He has a computer.

We have
a labor contract

with the National
Park Service.

Our inmates take reservations
for campgrounds.

Palmer has a long history
of fraud and
violence, Colonel.

On the outside,
not in here.

We have to motivate
them to behave.

Working this
unit is a reward.

Harm, long time no see.

You don't write,
you never call.

You write me though,
don't you, Palmer.

I wanted to cheer you up.
Heard you got into a little bit
of trouble, huh?

[clicking tongue]

Boy Scout like you.

These are
dedicated terminals.

They have no link
to outside networks.

You want to bet, Colonel?
Excuse me, Palmer.

What are
you doing?

Global search, sir.

"Physical and moral coward,"

highlight of a recent
op-ed piece,
supposedly written by me.

There it is, Colonel.

Under a file called
harmbaby.high.

Sloppy of you, Palmer,
not to have erased it.

Why would I erase it?

I liked it so much,
I downloaded it
from the newspaper...

after it was published.

You're telling me
this Palmer character
is some kind of evil genius,

manipulates the world
from his cell?

Leaps over tall buildings?

I'm telling you
that he's very smart.

We did what you asked
and looked at his computer.

The date stamp on his copy
of your op-ed piece...

His op-ed piece.

...is from the day after
the editorial appeared.

So he reset the clock
on the computer.

It doesn't take
a genius to do that.

Commander Rabb,
the newspaper's Web site

sticks a few invisible bytes
into every article it uploads.

They call it a digital
watermark to track the usage
of its material

and to protect its copyrights.

And those bytes were
on the copy
in Palmer's computer?

That's right.

He didn't send the article
to the newspaper.

He got the article
from the newspaper.

He's playing with us.

If you have any other evidence
to offer in your defense,

I'll be happy to examine it.

You sure this is legal, ma'am?

There's no court order yet.

I just think it'd be prudent
to keep it somewhere...

Where no one can find it.

You got room in there?

Let me look.

I have to keep
the breast milk.

I can defrost this roast.
I was going to cook it
this weekend anyway.

It's weird,
isn't it?

The mystery of life,
the urge to reproduce.

Dating... "Should I
call him on Thursday

if he doesn't call me
by Wednesday?" Blah, blah, blah.
And it all comes down to this.

Well, I do want
to have children someday.

Hey, women do it all the time.

Well, I guess I'll give
the intact organisms
a few more years.

-Men?
-Men.

What's the status
on this thing anyway?

Well, the almost-ex-wife
has got a hearing date
coming up.

The girlfriend's trying
to raise money for a lawyer

and the only injunction
that we have to abide by

is not to inseminate
anyone with it.

TV REPORTER:
Mr. President...
Then we won't, right?

what is the status of the case
against the naval officer

-who wrote the op-ed piece
attacking you?
-Harriet.

CLINTON:
I have not gotten
the final report yet.

All I've gotten, so far,
is secondhand stuff.
Yes?

Pentagon sources say you are
pressing for prosecution

because you
were personally offended.

For me personally,
I didn't care.

People say whatever
they want to say about the P...

uh, me, personally.

It had no impact on me,
and I thought,

well, here's a guy
who's served this country

and, you know, so what
if he doesn't like me?

He doesn't know me
from Adam's off-ox,

So he's just repeating
something he's heard.

But will the officer
be prosecuted?

They're going to make a report
once they have all the facts

and then they'll be
some action taken.

Ain't it grand to be famous?

No, sir, it isn't.

What have you heard, sir?

They want
a court-martial, Commander.

CITRONE:
We promised you no press
conferences, Commander.

The President did not.

Good thing, too,
'cause we know

how that man hates
to break his word.

So, what's next?

We have a press
conference?

Or better yet,
a parade?

I defend you to the best
of my ability, if you'll let me.

And yes, that may require
taking your case to the public

to make them see
how outrageous
this prosecution is.

"War hero hounded
by dastardly president."

I see, I fit
right into your
program, don't I?

And we fit yours.

You want to be acquitted,
and Mr. Pappas is
the finest attorney

you will find inside
or outside the Beltway.

We'll leave you two alone.

I spoke to the Navy.

They'll let it drop
if you resign
your commission.

Out of the question.

Good.

So, Mr. Pappas,
what is your strategy,
aside from making the public

see how outrageous,
blah, blah, blah?

I know you're
a fine attorney, Commander,

but do you really think
it's wise for you to try
to help me win your case?

Yes.

Okay, but I'm not going
to split my fee.

They have
two things.

The electronic trail
from your computer
to the newspaper.

Suggestive, not conclusive.

And the congruence
of the attitudes

expressed in the editorial
with your own attitudes.

Are they congruent?

Some are. Some aren't.

PAPPAS: Let's see
how it looks.

Pretend you're going to be
on the stand.

I will take the stand,
Mr. Pappas.

Fine.
Then we better practice.

Commander Rabb,
moving beyond your party jokes

concerning the President
and Ms. Lewinsky...

15 million Americans
told those jokes.

Only one is on trial.

Commander Rabb,
do you think
the President is a coward?

I have no idea.

But in Kosovo,
when our planes were ordered
to fly three miles high,

for their own safety,
while people

were being massacred
on the ground,

you believe that those orders
were cowardly, don't you?

I believe
they were overly cautious.

What's the difference?

All I know is, the aviators
who flew those missions
were not cowardly.

So, who was?

-Objection.
-Overruled.

It would be sustained.

Maybe.

Commander Rabb, do you think
the President is a liar?

I believe that he has not
always been completely honest.

So, you think he's a liar.

I think he has lied.

How do you feel about the fact
that he's confessed to behavior

that wouldn't be tolerated
by military officers
under his command?

Commander Rabb?

Commander?

How did it go?

Terrific.

You know, even if
you're convicted...

I'm not saying you will be,
but even if you were,

it wouldn't be
completely terrible.

This whole thing is going
to make a name for you.

Something good
could come of this.

Like what?

Have you ever thought
of running for Congress?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm just trying to think
of good things for you.

But they're things
that I think are good,
not what you think.

I'm sounding like an idiot,
aren't I?

Suzanne, can we talk later?

Yes. Good, good.

Later, we'll talk.

Are you her lawyer?

No. I'm just trying
to find a resolution to this.

The judge will give us
a resolution this afternoon:

"Destroy that tank
and everything in it."

My husband's dead. It's cruel
to make me even deal with it.

You don't have
to deal with this.
You could have stayed away.

Oh, and you're the expert
on staying away?

You couldn't stay away
from my husband.

You were
already separated.

You expect me to believe that?

That's the truth.

-Ladies!
-You're a lying slut!

Mrs. Davy,
what if Ms. Westin could prove

to you that she didn't meet
your husband

until after your marriage
was over?

Now, how can she do that?
We were living near Washington.
She lives in Washington.

Not that year.
She was teaching English
in Japan.

We were stationed in Japan
two years ago.

When she was in Washington.

We'll get you her passport.
We'll get you her
employment contract.

Really?

These are some letters
that your husband
wrote to Ms. Westin

after your separation
was official.

They show
what your husband wanted.

Mrs. Davy, what do you say?

[crumpling letter]

No.

He never wanted children
with me.

[door slams]

[knocking]

GUNNY: Excuse me, Commander.

RABB: Come on in, Gunny.

This came
for you, sir.

Thanks, Gunny.

Also, if I may say,
sir...

Speak your mind.

I know you didn't write
that editorial, sir,

but if you did,
I just want you to know

a lot of Marines stand
behind what you said, sir.

A thousand percent.

If you said it,
which you didn't.

Thanks, Gunny.

Aye, sir.

Well, they were right.
I could've run for Congress.

ROBERTS: On whose platform,
sir?

Theirs.

RABB: You know, Bud, I realize
that they're using me.

But I'm using them, too.

The lawyer's good, and, uh...

their publicity machine
is great.

"Harm, sorry for my
sensitivity-deprived attempt

to cheer you up, but all of us,
including Pappas,

think you should meet
these reporters

we've invited to our office
tomorrow morning.

Suzanne Moore."

These are all A-list names,
sir.

Major outlets.

They tell me
it's a media trial, Bud.

If I want to save my career,
I take it to the media.

Are you really going
to go through with this
dog-and-pony show, sir?

Bud, you helped me
out of loyalty and friendship.

Everybody else has a price.

I'm sure you'll do
what's right, sir.

"Sensitivity-deprived attempt
to cheer you up."

Do you have
a safe place to put that?

I'll treat them
like my own babies, lady.

What's going to happen
to them, Colonel?

I don't know.
The judge wants to hear
full arguments

in a couple of months, but...

that may not matter.

Why not?

Thank you.

Well, Laurie Westin
called me today.

She wasn't feeling well.
She got a home test.
She's pregnant.

Well, that's wonderful.

Wh-What about
those little guys?

Little guys?

Little girls.

They may not make it,
Harriet.

-Colonel.
-Bud.

Hey, uh, who's that guy,
and what's in the cooler?

The mystery of life.

CITRONE:
People, if you'll just follow
us into the conference room...

Give us a minute.

No, bear with us
just a moment, folks.

We'll get all your questions
answered, I promise you.

I'm glad you
decided to come.

Well, it wasn't
an easy decision.

I know, but it was
right, I promise.

"Sorry for my
sensitivity-deprived attempt
to cheer you up."

[chuckles]

I am.
I really am.

"Our President,
my Commander in Chief

has imposed
his bravery-deprived character
on the Armed Forces."

What are you doing?

"Sensitivity-deprived."
"Bravery-deprived."

Pretty unusual
word construction.

I don't understand.

The newsletter:
"The wackily trendy guidelines
of the education establishment."

The op-ed piece:

"Sleazily disgraceful
restrictions."

You like to use adverbs
to modify your adjectives.

Are you saying
that I wrote that?

Pretty distinctive
style, Ms. Moore.

Harm...

Shouldn't be too hard
to find that electronic trail,

now that we know
where to look, huh?

So, where did you
send it from?

Computer in your office?
That would certainly
make it easier.

No.

My laptop.

Why me?

Who better?

You're everything he isn't.

The poster boy
for Clinton-bashing.

Acquitted or convicted,
a martyr to your cause.

Your cause, too.

You don't know that.

Harm...

we have to show these people up
for what they really are.

What are you?

Organizations like this
are trying to put the country
back on the right track.

Then I'll stay
on the wrong track, thank you.

Okay, think what you want,

but I didn't even
commit a crime.

I am not a military officer.

I am allowed
to write an editorial
criticizing the President.

But you're not
allowed to commit
telecommunications fraud

or to impersonate
a military officer,

or to conspire to interfere

with the administration
of justice.

I'm sure the Clinton
Department of Justice

will think of a few more things
to charge you with.

This will help him.

You don't even like him.

Doesn't matter if I like him.

He's my Commander in Chief.

Now I'm ready
to talk to the press.

RABB:
I will bear true faith
and allegiance

to the Constitution
of the United States

and the country
whose course it directs.

I take this obligation freely
and without
any mental reservation

and I will well and faithfully
discharge the duties

of the office
I am about to enter,

So help me God.

RABB: So help me God.

You are hereby
promoted to the
rank of Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Rabb, have you ever,
once in your life,
done anything the easy way?

No, sir.

PALMER: Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am!

Oh, they tell me
that the Grand Canyon

is just exquisite
this time of year.

WEXLER: Anita, call Frank
in from the newsroom.

I've got an e-mail here
that looks like the record
of a Swiss bank account

held by Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Jr.

Huh...

How would he accumulate
800,000 dollars
on an officer's pay?

Congratulations
on your promotion.

Thank you.

Congratulations, sir.

Congratulations,
Commander.