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-Sir. -Good to see you, Lieutenant. Let's go on in.

[tires screeching]

[whimpering]

-Oh, my God. -Ma'am, are you all right?

Where did he come from? I didn't even see him.

Ma'am, are you injured in any way?

No. I don't think so.

Okay, do you have a cell phone?

Yes.

Get out of the car

and dial 9-1-1.

Okay.

[grunting]

Oh, my leg.

[groaning] Oh!

You may have a severed artery, Sergeant.

Could you help, sir?

Is he okay?

Sir

I want you to put your hands here.

All right, Sergeant, I'm going to unlace your boots.

Nothing.

Sergeant, I'm going to have to apply a tourniquet.

You want to use my tie?

No. Just keep the pressure on.

[screaming]

-Do you have a pen? -Yeah.

Hang on to it.

Okay.

All right. This is going to hurt.

Now the bleeding stopped.

They're minutes away.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[man] Petty Officer Dill? Nice job, son,

but when you're done with this you're going to have to come with me.

[sirens blaring]

[theme music playing]

-Colonel, can we talk? -Talk.

If you and I can decide on a deal we can end this now.

-Let me think about it. -Hey, I'm doing you a favor here.

I'm the one holding the cards.

Your client impersonated an officer, Commander.

And then saved a man's life.

Which you haven't failed to mention

at every juncture of this trial.

[applause]

Anyway, I wanted to go over the details

of our first ever charity Jagathon.

The response has been excellent.

We have over 30 entrants

in tomorrow's ten kilometer race.

We have raised over $9,000 for the Pentagon Victim's Fund.

[applause]

Lieutenant Sims,

our coordinator and creator of the event

will now give you the rest of the details. Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

[applause]

First of all, the sign-in will be at the south end

of Carter Park at 1100.

We'll have water stations all over for you guys.

Uh, I have a Master-at-Arms and a Corpsman

for security and any medical emergencies.

The first and only prize, as I'm sure you are all aware

is highest rank privilege for a whole day.

[applause and cheering]

Okay, and don't forget that females

get a three minute head start, so go, ladies.

Sir, I'd like to go on record

saying I consider that unfair, and frankly, unnecessary.

Lieutenant Sims can Lieutenant Singer start with the men?

-If she prefers to, sir. -So be it.

Admiral, in that case, I would like to start with the ladies.

[laughter]

Ladies, take your marks.

I now pronounce the Jagathon officially underway.

[applause and cheering]

[Petty Officer Tiner] When was the last time you ran this distance, Gunny?

Marines run all the time, Tiner.

Yeah, but you're a desk jockey now.

Are you questioning my fitness?

-No. Just curious. -Huh.

I don't know. Six weeks. What about you?

Oh, yesterday.

Maybe you better consider pacing yourself.

I'm not worried.

That's the jarhead in you talking.

I'd take it easy.

And I'd take your sorry squid tactics out of my face.

I think what you're doing is really cool. I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you said that

'cause I need a little something from you.

Anything.

I want you to have fun in the race tomorrow.

-I haven't entered. -Yes, you have.

[Sims] On your marks, get set...

[applause and cheering]

The Petty Officer's heroics are a significant factor, Colonel.

-Not in terms of his guilt. -Now all you have to do is

convince the members of that, huh?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, uh, did you scope out the track yet?

I haven't signed up.

The academy's top middle distance runner.

-Why not? -It didn't feel right.

I already made a contribution to Lieutenant Sims.

Well, Sturgis, there's no one in this race who can touch you.

I think the winner should be someone

who's been here for a while, huh? Excuse me.

I am available to talk further, Colonel.

Sounds like someone who's looking to make a deal.

His client saved a life while impersonating an officer.

It's been a challenge trying to stay on point.

The commander turns everything into a forum

on the Petty Officer's good deed

and why he should have been accepted

to OCS in the first place.

Smart.

[sighs] Yeah, if you were me?

Offer that the adjudged confinement be suspended

so long as the accused takes his Bad Conduct Discharge

packs up and leaves.

you think the Commander will go for it?

I would.

Um...

good luck.

Oh, Harm?

Maybe we can...

find a time to sit down and talk.

When?

Um...

when it happens.

Oh.

All right.

Hey, uh...

I hope you do well tomorrow.

Yeah, same to you.

Um, are you feeling like you're ready?

Hey, with Sturgis out of the way

I have no competition.

Commander, what are doing in last place?

Kicking myself.

[panting]

It'll look bad if you don't participate in a race that I organized.

It's too long. I just can't handle the distance.

You've been jogging with Commander Turner.

Yeah, but I go a couple miles and he has to go

get his car and pick me up.

Jogging has been so good for you, Bud.

You're losing weight. You can go at your own pace.

-Well, I didn't get any pledges. -I got some for you.

Okay, look, Harriet, the point is

is that I'll be out there with my colleagues

-people that I see every day. -No one's professional, Bud.

They'll all be starting in the same position you are.

But I'm afraid that I'm going to embarrass myself.

Well, then don't do it for yourself.

Do it for me.

Why?

Because I have more faith in you.

You know what I'm going to do with my first place prize?

I'm going to grant everyone in JAG Ops

highest rank for an hour.

Won't work, Tiner.

Why not?

Once you to get to Lieutenant Singer

she'll countermand your previous order

and make herself JAG forever.

What I'm going to do...

Don't look at me like that, Tiner.

I have as much of a chance of winning as you.

-I didn't say anything. -[groans]

You two look like you're glued together.

[heavy breathing]

Here you go, guys.

[grunting]

Me, neither, ma'am.

I'm ready to talk, Commander.

I'm sorry, Colonel, but I'm off the case.

-At least for the next 24 hours. -What happened?

Another client of mine escaped custody this morning

was apprehended and is being arraigned in 40 minutes.

You can't ask for a continuance?

No. Colonel Blakely claims it'll push his schedule.

My new co-counsel is taking the lead.

You'll have to make your deal with him.

[Rabb] Why were you turned down for OCS?

A previous psychological evaluation, sir.

The doctor reported I was confused.

Did he give you a reason?

That's never been made clear to me, sir.

So why did you do it?

I was frustrated, sir.

I wanted so badly to wear an officer's uniform

I went out and bought one.

And what did you expect to accomplish by doing this?

I wanted to prove that I was right about myself, sir.

Even if others disagreed.

The blues that I bought, sir, fit like a glove.

It was like a sign.

Do you wish to continue your career in the Navy?

Absolutely, sir. I know I can contribute.

Well, Petty Officer Dill

with your consent, I'd like to take a run at it.

You got it, sir!

This feels right to me.

Why is that?

I like your energy, sir.

It's centered.

-On your left. -Oh, sorry, Commander.

[breathing heavily and wheezing]

Try and stay in one place, Lieutenant.

[chuckles]

[wheezing]

Save yourself. You're wasting it on me.

I consider that an insult, sir.

[wheezing]

You're doing great, sir.

Am I far behind?

Oh, very much so, sir.

This is a very interesting case, Mac.

This is a very interesting case, Mac.

Let's deal.

-He wants to stay in the Navy. -Absolutely not.

Well, I'm going to have to go with him on this one.

-What? -I like the kid. I'll see you in court.

Well, not only are you contradicting what you told me earlier

you're using my doubts about this case against me?

Hey, I have the right to change my mind, Mac.

The moment I don't think you can overcome your doubts

I'll suggest you hand in those oak leaves.

Commander, are you aware that your substitute counsel is unwilling to deal?

Yes, Colonel. He talked me into it.

You're not going to hold this against me.

-Yes. -What are you going to do, not talk to me?

No. I'm going to beat you in the race tomorrow.

[laughs]

Mac.

You don't think I can.

Not without a shortcut.

Hmm.

Look, I want you to do well

but reach for something attainable.

This is attainable. I have three minutes on you.

Hey, you could have six minutes on me

and you wouldn't beat me.

Fine. I'll take it.

[knocking on door]

Interested in placing a bet on tomorrow's race?

Are you a bookie now?

Oh, loosen up, Lieutenant.

What kind of bet?

You know, five, ten dollars.

You do realize this is for charity.

I'll take that response as a no.

In light of what's going on

in the world today, Lieutenant

don't you think this is a little bit... frivolous?

No, in fact, I think the opposite.

We could all use a little relief from the tension.

Especially those of us charged with defending our country.

Lieutenant, you're defending a corporal

who's been accused of stealing a motor scooter.

You know what I mean.

Okay, look, go ahead and do whatever you're going to do

'cause you never listen to me anyway.

You having a bad day?

I promised Harriet that I'd run in the race tomorrow.

So?

Obviously you've never seen me run.

Then walk.

[huffing]

[Singer] The pot is now up to $176.

Now don't forget, money can be wagered

on more than just first place.

You can bet on anyone-- including yourself--

to win, place, show, finish dead last, or not finish at all.

Hmm, did you bet on yourself, Lieutenant?

What do you think, Gunny?

Fifth! Let it never be said

you suffer from a lack of confidence, ma'am.

Which is a subtle way of saying I overreach?

No, I actually haven't, uh

done that much thinking about it, ma'am.

Maybe you will when I greet you at the finish line.

[crowd oohs]

Whatever, ma'am.

Any last bets?

No? Okay, window's closed. Good luck.

Excuse me, ma'am. Could you look in your book

and tell me how much money is on me to win?

As I recall, Tiner... none.

None? I don't understand, ma'am.

I used to run cross- country in high school.

Why isn't anyone betting on me?

[both huffing]

Hi.

[man] Watch out!

[grunting]

-Sorry. -Where the devil were you looking?

See you at the finish line, Tiner! [laughs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Admiral?

I just got off the phone with the SECNAV's Yeoman, sir.

SECNAV's niece is a pre-law student at Georgetown

and he thought she would enjoy

a tour of our offices.

Did he?

Sir, I told him I'd have to check with you first.

But he's expecting it to happen anyway.

Yes, sir.

All right, set it up.

You take care of it. I'll shake her hand

and exchange exactly one minute of pleasantries.

-Aye, sir. -Then put her someplace, out of the way.

Understood, sir.

Who was it last year, his brother-in-law?

Yes, sir, the television writer.

Was he the one that kept asking me if I'd killed anyone?

You showed great restraint, sir.

Let's hope I can maintain it.

-What the hell is this? -It's a call, sir.

-Are you out of your mind? -Well, no, sir, you asked me to hold it for you.

I didn't tell you to harass me with it. I'm in a race here.

-Yes, sir, but... -Take a message.

Um...

Hey, uh, good luck in court.

Hey, you, too. You, too.

Listen...

about before...

-What do you mean? -This thing with Mac and I.

We're just in a weird place right now

so don't let it bother you, all right?

Okay.

It's bothering you.

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

Well, you were sensing something.

-Tension? -There you go.

I don't know anything about your relationship.

-Doesn't mean anything to me. -Right.

Just don't assume anything, all right?

-Like what? -Like nothing.

Whatever you're thinking, you're probably wrong.

If you say so, buddy.

'Cause Mac and I are just friends.

-Now, I didn't say you weren't. -I know.

Is there some reason to believe otherwise?

-No. -'Cause you seem to be suggesting...

I'm not suggesting anything.

-Were you ever a couple? -No.

Did it come up?

Harm, are you involved with her?

-I'm not. -You sure?

Look, anyone who has ever been involved with Mac

is either dead or feels like they are.

Excuse me.

Please.

-How's it going, Colonel? -What?

I... I'm sorry, sir.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah, everything's fine.

Good.

-Uh... -Carry on.

I don't have time for this, Tiner.

We'll deal with it tomorrow.

[breathing heavily] It's over, Gunny.

[breathing heavily] It's over, Gunny.

Dinner at Orsino's says you don't finish, Tiner.

Bottle of scotch says you drop.

-[Harm] One thing's for sure -Huh?

neither of you is going to win.

-Commander Gilfry, are you a Navy psychiatrist? -I am.

Was Petty Officer Dill a patient of yours in 1999?

-Yes, he was. -What was the reason for these visits?

His CO at the time made the recommendation. Claimed the petty officer

was fabricating stories about his accomplishments.

What did you determine?

I noted some identity dysfunction.

Were you surprised when you later heard the petty officer

had been caught impersonating a Navy lieutenant?

No, it was consistent with my evaluation.

What do you believe is responsible for this behavior?

Objection, Your Honor, this is getting into

psychiatrist-patient privilege.

Your Honor, that privilege only applies to confidential

communication made after November 1, 1999

when Rule 513 came into effect.

She's right, Counselor. Overruled.

Answer the question, Commander.

Petty Officer Dill is likely reacting

to what happened in his youth.

He indicated he wasn't respected as a child

and forced to take on inferior roles.

He was subjected to verbal abuse and criticism

and because he was never encouraged he felt unworthy.

Did this have an effect on his development?

As an adult, his personality appears

to have remained immature and prone to fantasy.

So, was putting on the uniform

a way for Petty Officer Dill to embrace another reality?

-Yes, I believe so. -Thank you. No more questions.

Commander, I pulled this article

off the Internet an hour ago.

Did you write it?

Yes, it's a contribution to a behavioral psychology website.

Uh, please, read the title for us.

"Compensating Grandiosity in the Year 2000:

-A Clinical Evaluation." -What does that mean?

It's the terminology used to describe

the behavior I attributed to Petty Officer Dill.

Are you an expert on the subject?

I certainly know about it.

Do you encounter this condition often?

Often enough.

Oh. The article is based on 32 case studies.

In a year, on average, Commander,

how many patients do you see?

-A few hundred. -32 out of a few hundred.

That's a pretty high percentage, isn't it?

-I suppose. -Do you have a referral system set up?

Some way to attract these cases from other psychiatrists?

No.

Oh, just lucky, then, I guess.

-Objection. -Sustained.

Is there anything about the Navy, Commander

that encourages this type of condition?

Nothing that comes to mind.

The reason you see so many of these cases

is because you're looking for them, isn't that true?

-No. -And the condition keeps appearing

because it's in your best interest for it to do so.

Objection. The commander's already answered the question.

Sustained. Don't push it, Commander.

Are you sure you want to push yourself like this, sir?

Yes.

You're looking a little flushed, sir.

Not concerned.

Well, I don't want to see you hurt yourself, sir.

Can I-I get you anything? Water? Anything?

You can do me a favor, Lieutenant.

Listen, I realize we're having a bad day.

I've known you to reach before, Harm

but that tactic was way below your standards.

Well, you forgot effective.

It's a cheap way of obscuring your client's problem.

My client's problem is he was reacting to rejection

from someone who should've been a little more open-minded.

Now, if you only believed that.

I dobelieve it.

You betrayed and offended me why not insult my intelligence?

I think he deserves a second chance.

Listen...

what I said earlier about your exes...

Harm, I don't want to talk about that right now.

Would you accept an apology?

Fine.

Okay, uh, this thing about the race.

Can we also agree not to make a big deal out of that?

[sighs] Not even with your handicap?

I don't care about the handicap.

Oh, you're holding to it?

I made the statement.

Do I sense goodwill here?

Mac, winning isn't important to me tomorrow.

Mac, I don't want to compete with you anymore.

Colonel?

Uh, Commander Rabb has a message for you.

He says, "Enjoy your lead

because it won't be long before you're eating his dust."

[breathing evenly]

Harriet, I have my pledge sheet for the race, and I signed it

-Thank you. -You're running tomorrow, Lieutenant?

-Yes, sir. -I'm pleasantly surprised.

We have my wife to thank for that, sir.

Excellent. Excellent. Uh, you'll be fine.

Let me give you a pointer.

Don't give in to your body too early.

You're going to have to push through

the initial point of exhaustion.

There's more than one, sir?

-Well, what I mean... -Look, sir, the truth is

I'm going to do everything I can to try and finish.

-It's okay, Bud. -Well, hold on, Lieutenant

I think it's important he keep his expectations high.

-It's only six miles. -With all due respect, sir

there's no reason for him to push, it's only a race.

You're right. You're right.

My apologies. Good luck, Lieutenant.

Just do the best you can, Bud.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

What are you doing still running?

You're supposed to have dropped out by now.

-What are you talking about? -Everybody agreed

that your not finishing the race

was the safest bet on the table.

What do you mean by "everyone"?

Uh... forget I even mentioned it.

[MacKenzie] Would you state your name, rank, and duty station, please?

Ramsey Dill, Petty Officer Second Class

stationed aboard the USS Gainesville.

Has this ever been a point of

confusion to you, Petty Officer?

No, sir.

Your CO says you lied to him about your accomplishments.

Is that true, Petty Officer?

-It is not, sir. -What did you tell him?

That I was a congressional intern

and a junior circuit tennis player.

And why do you think he disbelieved you?

[Dill] Because of my background.

[Rabb] What is your background?

I was one of six raised

in a tough neighborhood of Detroit.

My mother, she didn't work

my father was in and out of prison.

Did you discuss any of this with Commander Gilfry?

-Yes, sir. -Were you asked

how you obtained your college degree, Petty Officer?

-No, sir. -Please, tell us.

Objection, relevance.

It goes to character, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

I went to school at night, sir.

-For how long? -Over a seven-year period.

Did anyone else in your family go beyond secondary education?

I'm the only one, sir.

How did you do it, Petty Officer?

Those are considerable handicaps.

Through faith, sir.

Faith.

Did you have a momentary lapse in faith

the night of September 23rd?

Yes, sir, I'm afraid I did.

Did you purchase

a Navy Lieutenant's uniform

from a surplus store and put it on?

-I did, sir. -Why?

The simple answer, sir

is that I was angry about being rejected for OCS.

-Thank you. -But...

I think there was something bigger at work, sir.

I wouldn't have been there to save that man's life

if I hadn't been wearing an officer's uniform.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Petty Officer Dill, are you saying you were guided

the evening you impersonated an officer?

In a sense, ma'am.

By whom, God?

I don't know, ma'am.

Did you hear a voice?

No, ma'am, this is in retrospect.

So that makes what you did right?

Objection, Your Honor. The Petty Officer has already

made his understanding on this matter clear.

Overruled.

I'm not saying that what I did was right, but...

it did turn out to be a good thing.

Would you do it again?

No, ma'am. I realize...

Even if you were being guided?

-Well, that depends. -On what?

On what I was being asked to do.

No more questions.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Petty Officer,

did God tell you to put on that officer's uniform?

-No, sir. -Did you put it on

because you believed you were officer material?

Yes, sir.

Thank you. No further questions.

[breathing heavily]

[Rabb] Let's be someone else for a moment.

Imagine a childhood filled with hardship and pain.

You see the Navy as a way to better your station in life.

You muster the initiative to get a college degree

in your spare time.

You seek the opportunity to lead... to influence

other young people with similar handicaps.

But you are summarily rejected

for reasons you don't understand.

One night...

you see a uniform in a surplus store window

and you think

"Was I so wrong about myself?

If I were to put this on, would it not feel right?"

And, in a moment of intense curiosity

you buy it, you put it on,

and it fills you with purpose.

You realize, in fastening that last brass button

that this simple dress blue jacket

with the stripes on the sleeves

is the absolute fulfillment of your destiny.

You feel so serene, so confident

that when you go out that night

and see a fellow serviceman imperiled, you rush to his aid

embodying the mantle of officerhood

to which you so deeply aspire.

You assess the scene, initiate action

and remedy the situation.

Now what do you think of yourself?

Are you a criminal...

or do you represent everything you've always believed

you could be?

[footsteps running]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[knocking]

You wanted to see me, sir?

Close the door.

Have a seat, Commander.

This is personal

so I trust you'll keep this conversation to yourself.

-Of course, sir. -As a matter of principle

I try not to pry into the personal lives of my people.

Understood, sir.

But, uh...

given recent events

I have some concerns about the colonel.

I was wondering if you might have some insights.

What sort of concerns, sir?

Well, she seems upset.

Today, in particular, Admiral?

Yes. Well, Admiral

that might have something to do with me

uh, not agreeing to settle on a case.

Well, I get a sense of hurt...

Well, that, uh, that may also, uh, have to do

with an indiscreet comment I made, sir.

...and anger?

We were discussing the Jagathon, Admiral, and...

You're responsible for this?

It's one of those days, I guess.

I, uh, I seem to be pushing her buttons.

Commander, can you stop doing that?

I am trying, Admiral.

And why the hell are you arguing about a race?

Mac thinks that I am not treating her participation

in this race with enough respect.

[chuckling] And, uh... as a result

I have agreed to grant her-- and I guess the rest

of the field--

an additional three minute handicap.

Why wouldn't you respect her?

She's not a runner, Admiral. She jogs.

Says who?

I'm sorry?

Well, since her return the colonel and I

have been running together three mornings a week.

We've been training for tomorrow's race.

[breathing heavily]

Commander! Sir?

Ease up! You're breathing too hard.

You look flushed!

I'm fine, sir.

You've been training.

You don't knock?

You played me.

And you condescended to me.

I was operating under an incorrect assumption.

Instead of asking questions.

You should have told me.

You want your three minutes back?

No.

Then I'll see you on race day.

Huh.

About the SECNAV's niece, Admiral.

She's in your hands, Tiner.

Apparently not, sir.

Excuse me, Admiral. I've been told the SECNAV

prefers youescort her around JAG, sir.

Was this a request or a demand?

Sir, I was given her phone number and available dates.

Call his yeoman back and tell him-- and you can quote me--

that we are too damn busy to hold the hand

of some mollycoddled schoolgirl.

If she is genuinely interested

-in military law, I suggest that she enlist. -Yes, sir.

Would Monday or Tuesday of next week work, sir?

Tuesday.

Reschedule my morning appointments, cancel my lunch.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Didn't you hear me earlier?

Sir, it's beyond my control.

Who the hell is this?

[panting]

Loud and clear, Mr. Secretary.

She's where?!

Sir, we set this up for Tuesday--

there's no one in the office today.

Yes, sir, we'll-we'll consider it our mistake.

Yes, sir, I'll call the, uh, I'll call the, uh, guard gate.

I'll authorize them to let her in.

I should be there in, uh, 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Good-bye, Mr. Secretary.

[grunts]

Where are you going, sir?

[under breath] To hell in a hand basket.

[Rabb wheezing]

Mac!

Commander Rabb!

I need you to stop, sir. Sir!

-What are you doing?! Get out of my way! -I'm sorry--

I'm sorry, sir, but more than one person

has expressed concern about your physical condition.

The corpsman needs to determine

if you can continue the race, sir.

[panting]

[judge] Commander, will you please read your decision.

Signalman Second Class Ramsey Dill, United States Navy,

on the charge and specification of impersonating an officer

this court-martial finds you guilty.

Will the senior member please read the sentence.

This court sentences you to no punishment.

-[judge] We are adjourned. -[bangs gavel]

Thank you so much, sir.

You're welcome, Petty Officer.

You realize that this incident will always be on your record.

I understand, sir, but some real good did come out of this.

I now know what I want to do with my life.

What's that?

I've decided to go into medicine, sir.

Well, from what I've observed, you're up to the challenge.

I appreciate the support, Commander.

I don't need to be examined, I feel fine.

-You look flushed, sir. -I just ran five miles.

-Lieutenant, I am not happy! -Sir, it'll only take a second.

The corpsman just needs to check your vitals.

"Admiral, I had a lunch date with my mother.

Couldn't wait any longer.

Tried to call you on your cell phone

but whoever answered didn't speak English."

[Rabb] You should've seen the members' faces.

I mean, there was no way they were going to punish the petty officer.

In retrospect, I wish I'd downplayed the confession aspect.

I might even have walked away with a not guilty verdict.

Ah, what turned them around?

[MacKenzie] The oldest trick in the book:

characterize the accused as one of them

and then ask them to forgive themselves for being human.

I saw your face, Colonel. You were sold.

Rhetoric aside, you believe Petty Officer Dill is

as deluded and confused as I do.

You just can't handle the idea of not winning.

Oh, and you were trying to lose?

Admit it, you enjoyed the challenge

-so you rose to the occasion. -[uncomfortable chuckle]

Is something wrong, Commander?

No, I'm sorry, but do you two always get this personal?

-No. -Yes.

Or is it me?

-No. -Yes.

This is none of my business

but I'm feeling you might want to deal with it.

Deal with what?

Whatever's going on here.

What do you think that is?

I'm not sure.

He doesn't know anything.

Is there something to know?

Because when I asked you last time

you wouldn't answer me.

What are you expecting to hear?

Are you two involved with each other?

That's what this is about?

You think that Harm would cheat on Renee?

Well, I'm talking about since they split.

You split?

What I'm trying to say is...

[sighs] This is none of my business.

Yeah, I think I better go.

Colonel...

Colonel, I apologize if I stepped in something...

I-- I could've said that better. I...

Why are you so interested in my relationship with Harm?

It interests me only in how it affects me.

It has nothing to do with you.

Then why I am caught in the middle of it?

It's like a giant vacuum

that sucks everything into its path.

Maybe the solution is to stop questioning it

and trust that Harm and I can work out our differences

to everyone's satisfaction.

Well, you see, that'sthe problem.

You're working it out in a space that I occupy.

I don't see anyone else complaining.

I guess they're used to it.

-Then getused to it. -Why should I?

Because we're all human here.

We get upset at each other from time to time.

But this time, Colonel, it became unprofessional.

It's almost like something you'd see on a soap opera.

Oh, you mean, about like arguing about personal issues

in public, with a coworker, Commander?

Point made.

Then allow me to make another one.

It's unfair of you to accuse us of being intrusive

when you're doing the same thing with Lieutenant Roberts.

What do you mean?

I know that you pushed him into jogging with you.

He's out of shape.

And did you address that because it offended you?

No.

I thought I could help him.

Then maybe you can help us, too

by being more understanding and less judgmental.

I'm sorry, sir, when I requested a corpsman,

-I just assumed... -What were you doing?

Hanging around sick bay answering phones?

I feel like I've let you down, sir.

This is not good, Petty Officer.

I'm going to talk to your CO.

Well, sir... at least let me take your blood pressure...

Sergeant, get him out of here!

Lieutenant, are you taking bets on the Jagathon?

Yes. It's not a secret.

In fact, I'm surprised you just found out.

That troubles me, Lieutenant.

We're not doing it on government property.

And besides, I think it adds color to the proceedings.

You mean green.

Yeah, just like our pledges.

Only in this case, it allows us to have some fun.

I think you're having fun

stepping on my event, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Would you feel better if I asked the winner

to donate his or her take to the Pentagon Fund?

I would feel better if you would stop kicking everybody

on your way to the top.

We would all have fewer bruises

and you would be less alone.

[panting]

Do you need some help, Lieutenant?

No.

All right.

[sniffles]

[whimpers]

[cries]

Commander...

I don't want to talk about it right now.

Well, ever?

Now's not a good time.

[Gunny] And grab a toothbrush, 'cause I when I win

you'll be scrubbing every head in the facility.

Well, I'm glad you're not feeling competitive, Gunny.

You bring it out in me, Tiner.

Don't look so glum, Bud.

Oh, you'll be lucky if I finish by sundown.

When you do finish, I'll be right there for you.

Give me two seconds.

-[TV playing, knocking on door] -Enter.

Admiral there's...

[turns off TV]

Have a seat, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Admiral, I'm having some trouble fitting in here

and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the matter.

Yes. You're delusional. Next matter.

With all due respect, sir

I get the distinct feeling

I'm not loose enough for this office.

This is by no means a criticism.

I do consider this to be my own problem, sir.

Commander, do, um, you insult your colleagues?

Uh, no, sir.

Do you become peevish or private

when questioned by a superior?

Not generally, sir.

Are you able to do your job

without dragging my six into it?

So far, sir, yes.

Then you are a profoundly welcomed addition

to JAG, Commander.

I thank you for the support, sir

but that still doesn't completely

address my problem.

Well, then your "problem," Commander

is that you haven't chosen to recognize

what rest of us find very obvious:

is that you're already an accepted member of this family

and I expect you to contribute here for some time.

Longer, uh... probably, than myself.

[panting]

Isn't this the way it used to be?

-Uh-huh. -Huh?

Can you live with that?

As long as I win.

Lieutenant, I'm glad I caught you before you left.

-Is this about your case, sir? -Eh, the Jagathon.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir if you'd like to place a wager

you'll have to do that with Lieutenant Singer.

I'm not interested in betting. I want to enter.

[both breathing heavily]

[both groan]

Why didn't you tell me about Renee?

Well, I don't know, Mac.

It occurred too late for it to mean anything.

In English, please?

I couldn't.

She broke up with you.

It's been over for a while.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Sorry I... sorry I couldn't tell you.

Were you afraid you'd look foolish?

Maybe. I don't know.

I don't know why we couldn't work things out with us, Harm.

So where does that leave us?

I don't know, Mac, at the end, I guess.

How about back at the beginning?

I am so sorry, you guys. I wanted to be here

but I had to take care of Gunny and Tiner.

-[MacKenzie] What happened? -Gunny pulled a muscle

and Tiner bruised a rib.

They didn't finish the race?

No.

-[laughs] -What?

Well, they both won their bet then.

Well, what happened with you guys? Who beat who?

-It was a tie. -It was a tie.

Oh...

Well, then I guess you both can share second place.

[Turner] Congratulations.

[Rabb] When did you finish?

Four minutes ago.

Uh, Lieutenant Sims informs me

that I can start my highest rank privilege

anytime I choose.

That's great.

I, uh, choose now

and, being your superior

I have a... I have an order for both of you.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Well, pretty tired of this, huh, Commander--

me dropping out and you coming to pick me up?

Why are you dropping out?

I'm just doing what everybody expected.

Nobody expected you to quit, Bud.

Well, then why did you bet that I would?

Who told you that?

You haven't been talking to Lieutenant Singer, have you?

[groans]

Kill me now.

Sweetie, I'm sorry.

I'm tired...

What can I say?

Say you'll meet me at the finish line, Bud.

Say hello to your encouragement, Bud.

Hello, encouragement.

Let's go!

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