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SOLDIER:
Man, I'm hungry.

Chicken-fry me something,
anything.

SOLDIER 2:
I could do for a slice

of your mama's
sweet potato pie.

Or her blackberry cobbler.

Hey, your mom still make
that double-fudge sundae...

Back to earth, Frank.

It's beans, weenies
and cornbread.

You know, scuttlebutt says

Lieutenant's got a ration
of fast food care packages.

That right?

Ma'mun, Lieutenant
Rangle at his desk?

Yes.

Let's investigate.

Hang on, Cliff.
My laces are out.

See you in there.

You can't wait for me
to square myself away?

Hey, there may not
be enough to go around.

We'll save you
a corn chip.

Oh, you're both dead.

[ men yelling]

[ theme music playing ]

ANCHORMAN [ on TV]:
The small town
of Kresge, Oklahoma

is in deep mourning today

as it tries to come to terms
with the loss

of 17 of its young men
in southern Iraq.

All were members of the same
Marine Reserve Combat
Engineering detachment,

and all,
with the exception of one,

were victims
of an explosive device,

which was somehow smuggled
inside their work tent.

The reservists, none older
than 26, knew each other...

grew up together,
attended school together,

and in November of last year
were mobilized together.

Now, sadly, they represent
a significant loss in a war

that continues to exact
a heavy price

for American military resolve.

I'm taking this out of
the hands of the area NLSO.

It's too high-profile.

Commander Rabb,
Lieutenant Commander Roberts,

I want you to travel
to Kresge

as a legal assistance
emergency response team,

help families negotiate
the legal terrain--

probate, property titles,
death benefits.

Whatever they need.

Yes, sir.
We'll pick up our orders
and depart immediately, sir.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Colonel, I'm sending
you to Iraq.

The marines have captured
a suspect in the attack.

This has antagonized
a resident

of the Iraqi village
of Talasura,

who's been raising dust
everywhere.

Colonel Mazzone is looking
for someone

to resolve the complaint.

Not that I'm opposed
to the assignment, sir,

but what about
the in-country SJA?

He wants someone who can relate.

[ reporters murmuring]

Commander Rabb, what will
JAG's participation be

with the victims' family?

No comment at this time.

Excuse me.
Let me through.

Can I get by, please?

Mayor Hazlett.

Welcome to Kresge.

I'm Commander Rabb.
This is Lieutenant
Commander Roberts.

I also run the real
estate company.

My office is right in here.

Please, this way.

Will there be any comments
after you meet with the mayor?

Sorry.

We're not used to this kind
of attention around here.

We really do appreciate
your visiting us.

The Navy and Marine Corps
share your loss, Mr. Mayor.

We're here to help
in any way we can.

ROBERTS:
Could you tell us

about the men in
this detachment, sir?

Almost all of them worked their
parents' farms and ranches.

Joining the reserves was their
way of serving their country

and their families
at the same time.

What was their reaction
when they were sent over?

None of them complained.

I think it surprised
the parents some.

How long were
they there?

Six months into
a seven-month tour.

It's been difficult.

Our fire chief
lost his only two boys.

There ain't anybody around here
hasn't been touched by this.

Well, I know it's
small comfort, sir,

but in addition to the
$12,000 death gratuity,

the SGLI, the Serviceman's
Group Life Insurance policy,

currently provides up to a
quarter of a million dollars

per deceased Marine, and
that may be increasing.

RABB:
We've spoken
with the PSD.

They've agreed
to streamline the process.

Thank you.

Where will folks
be able to find you?

We're setting up
a temporary office

at the Marine Corps
Reserve Center.

I'll spread the word.

Can I ask you
a question, sir?

Yeah.

Did you suffer a loss?

Every one of them, Commander.

This will straighten out

the title to your son's truck,
Mr. Medina.

We hope to have the paperwork
for the benefits package

ready in a few days.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

We'll be in touch, sir.

Thank you.

Hey, Manuel.

Jan.

Everything all right?

Yes, ma'am.

They're taking
good care of us.

And Rosa?

She'll be fine.

Might take a minute.

Sure.

Sure.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

I'm Jan Van Arsdale.

I own the coffee shop
in the center of town.

Thought you might
need a pick-me-up.

Thank you, ma'am.

There are donuts and
bear claws in the box.

That's greatly appreciated,
Mrs. Van Arsdale.

Is there anything
we can do for you?

Lord's already attended
to my needs, Commander.

My son Scott was
the only survivor.

He's scheduled to
arrive back tomorrow.

Was he injured, ma'am?

Surface wounds.

I can't vouch for the
state of his heart, though.

He lost every friend
he's ever had.

Ma'am, you're not obligated,

but we have a chaplain and
a psychologist available

if you feel you'd like
to talk to someone.

I have to say,

it is difficult
knowing how to react,

'cause of what happened
to the others.

Manuel's son Frank was one
of Scott's closest friends.

I can't help
thinking that God

must've had a purpose
in saving my boy.

Maybe that's what
I have to believe

in order to stop
feeling guilty about it.

MAZZONE:
The village sheikh was the one
who planned the attack.

We'd been tracking him
for months.

He was killed
resisting apprehension.

Is that what motivated
the complaint, sir?

No. The villagers are
happy to see him gone.

The man was
a tin-pot tyrant,

treated this place like
his own private fiefdom,

kept everyone
under his thumb.

The complaint petitions
for the release

of the bombing suspect,
Ma'mun Al-Reza.

It's not going
to happen.

What do you have on him?

Ma'mun was
working with us.

Just prior
to the explosion,

he was seen hurriedly
exiting the GP tent

without his backpack.

The backpack was a bomb?

According to Forensics.

How it was triggered

is currently being
investigated.

And the reason for
Ma'mun's clearance, sir?

He was helping us monitor
the local insurgency.

The sheikh.

And others he supposedly
hadn't met yet.

He had us believing

that they'd ruled out an
attack on the compound,

that they were
concentrating on patrols.

We vetted this kid
for months.

We were absolutely convinced
he was on our side.

Is he talking, Colonel?

[ scoffs]:
About his innocence.

He'll break.

And how can I help?

Contact the woman
who filed the complaint.

Get her to back off.

She's been raising hell
everywhere she can

and is coming dangerously close

to interfering
with the investigation.

I have a thought on
how to do this in a way

that'll serve our interests.

I'm surprised a female
would even be allowed

to speak for
a rural village.

They can't stop her, Colonel.

Ma'mun Al-Reza is her son.

[ tires squeal]

[ engine shuts off]

♪ ♪

[ siren blaring]

[ indistinct yelling]

What's going on, Commander?

The Marine Corps Reserve Center
is on fire.

[ siren blaring,
yelling in distance]

[ men shouting]

[ sirens blaring]

[ garbled radio transmissions]

Sheriff, I'm Commander Rabb.
This is...

Yeah, I know who you are.

ROBERTS:
What happened here, sir?

Fire.

Anyone injured?
No.

Any idea
how it got started?

Arson.

You've found evidence?

We found the perpetrator,
Commander.

The forensics point to arson,
Lance Corporal.

I didn't light that fire, sir.

You were found less
than a block away.

You smelled
of gasoline.

I was the detachment's
generator operator, Commander.

Can't get that smell
off my hands.

You were running away
from the scene.

I was out
taking a walk, sir.

When I saw the flames,
I went back to call it in.

I mean, I wasn't carrying
a gas can or anything like that.

They're searching for that
as we speak.

Well, I hope it turns up, sir.

It won't have my prints on it.

Have a seat, Lance Corporal.

You've suffered a great loss.

All your friends, in fact.

Yes, sir.

How you feeling?

It's like
when you get the flu, sir.

It affects everything.

The sun feels cold.

The bed feels hard.

Food gets stuck in your throat.

Some of them close friends?

Cliff and Frank, sir.

They were goofing on me.

I was joking they were dead.

Next second they were.

You feel guilty?

I guess.

Angry?

Sometimes.

Have you sought counseling?

No, sir.

Are you doing anything
to deal with it?

I take walks, sir.

ROBERTS:
I want to believe him, sir.

He's been through a lot.

But you could also use that
as an argument for his guilt.

The question is,
if not Van Arsdale,
then who?

Well, if anger and trauma
is a motive,

this whole town could be
a suspect, sir.

Good evening.

We just spoke with your son,
Mrs. Van Arsdale.

The Judge Advocate General's
assigned us

to conduct a JAG investigation.

Are you working
with Sheriff Dagg
on this?

The Sheriff has ceded
the Navy jurisdiction on this

so there'll be no question
about objectivity.

Are we talking
a federal offense here?

It was
a military facility.

What Scott tell you?

That he didn't do it.

He didn't.

Can you prove that, ma'am?

It's not in his character,
Commander.

Ma'am, respectfully,
your son just spent six months

in a war zone.
It can change a man.

Scott and I are very close.

It's just been the two of us
for most of his life.

I would know if he'd changed.

You don't believe
him, Commander?

I'll let the evidence

determine our position.

Do you have any?

We just began our investigation,
ma'am.

It'd be a bad joke

for the boy to be saved

just so he could be taken
from his mother.

I'm sorry.
That wasn't fair.

Please, do your jobs.

We'll help in
any way we can.

Speaking of which,

we no longer have an office
to work out of.

You have any idea
of a space we might use?

I don't know
of any available space.

What would you need?

Well, not much, sir.

Just a table and some chairs.

You can use the coffee shop.

You wouldn't find that
uncomfortable, ma'am?

We both will.

WOMAN:
My son is innocent!

He supports your efforts.

That's why he risked
his life

to spy on
the insurgents.

This charge
is nonsense.

Ma'mun's backpack was filled
with explosives.

I don't believe it.

You are just looking
for someone to blame.

It's in no one's interest

to create a scapegoat,
Mrs. Al-Reza.

That would mean the actual
terrorist still exists

and could strike again.

Then they should
free Ma'mun

so he can find
this person for them.

Your son is a prisoner
of war, Ms. Al-Reza,

and he will continue to be
regardless of your attempts

to shout down elected officials,
enlist Al Jazeera

or write threatening letters
to US Congressmen.

It must be working.
They sent you here.

I'm not authorized to change
Ma'mun's status,

but if you agree to lower
the tone,

we can have
a reasonable discussion.

You start.

Well, first, I'd need to know
more about you.

You don't look
like you're from here.

Neither do you.

Where did you learn
to speak English so well?

I trained to be an interpreter
in Baghdad.

I left the village with my son

after the Shiite rebellion
in '91.

All the men older than 18
and younger than 60

had been slaughtered by Saddam,
including my husband.

Ma'mun convinced me
to return with him last June.

He felt it was safer here

and saw an opportunity
to free the community

of its repressive history.

He was imagining a future

where boys like those
would be educated.

Your son was friendly
with the sheikh?

As a matter
of practicality.

He was a spy after all.

And you supported
this choice?

Not at the beginning.

I was frightened for him.

But he was so committed,

I felt I had to give him
my blessing.

So, can I see him?

No.

Then what can
you do for me?

There might be something
that I can do for him.

I've known Scott Van Arsdale

his whole life.

He was in my bible study.

I taught him to drive.

He's a bright boy
with a strong moral center.

One of the town-/////!s real
success stories:

vice president
of his senior class,

statewide Junior
4-H finalist,

a sensitive kid
who valued life.

I remember he once talking
one of his friends

out of shooting

at prairie dogs.

You were his old CO?

Yeah, at the Reserve Center.

Was he prepared for war,
Reverend?

We talked about it
before he left.

He was a little scared,

but he thought we were doing
the right thing over there

He wanted to be a part of it.

Have you had a chance
to talk to him

since his return?

Yeah.

He hasn't been open to the idea.

Do you have any thoughts
about that?

There's no doubt
he's been tested, Commander.

But the same could be said
about any of us.

I've seen a lot of behavior
in the last week:

women crying at the market;
men just staring off into space;

kids skipping school.

I'm not sure Scott's resistance
is an indication of guilt.

Well, what then?

Loss.

It's hard for any of us

to believe Scotty Van Arsdale
would torch that building.

Why?

He's a goody-goody,

always doing
the right thing.

My brother said he used to pick
up litter on his way to school.

Your brother is Cliff Pardee?

Was.

[ makes shooting sounds]

Cut it out!

I'm trying to talk
to the man here.

I got him today.

My wife is scrapbooking.

You okay?

I wanted to be part
of that reserve unit,

but I got bad knees
from wrestling.

So Cliff joined without me.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
Let's just get on with it.

I heard you spoke
with Lance Corporal
Van Arsdale

on the night
of the fire.

It was after
the memorial service.

We went back to my place,
had a smoke on the porch,

talked about Cliff,
the war.

Specifically?

It was more stressful
than what he expected.

He said their training
really hadn't prepared them

for what they had
to deal with.

The equipment was old
hand-me-downs

from other units.

The locals were suspicious
and on edge.

He said they weren't
in a combat unit,

but the boys felt
like they were.

No place was safe.

He said it was hard
to get a sense

of what they were getting done.

Was he upset?

He wasn't happy.

What happened after you spoke?

He took a walk.

[ imitates explosion]

You have a lot
of support here,
Lance Corporal.

I know that, sir.

That said,
we found nothing

that categorically clears you
in this matter.

We've recommended
an Article 32 hearing

to the convening authority.

The charges will be arson

and wrongful destruction
of government property.

We'll be escorting you
to Washington, DC

tomorrow at 1100.

But, sirs, you haven't proven
I did anything.

Well, if the prosecution
has a similar experience,

you'll be exonerated.

I only wish I could say
I trusted the system

as much as you, Commander.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

We haven't met.

I've met your mother.

Is she all right?

She hasn't been hurt in any way,
has she?

I'm not at liberty to say,

but I have a message for you
from her.

May I see it?

Let's talk.

I'll say it a hundred times
if I have to.

All I had in the backpack
was clean socks,

pen, paper, nasal spray,
Koran and a penknife.

No bomb!

That's no longer in question.

What were you doing rushing out
of the GP tent

prior to the explosion?

I had lost my pass.

I was on my way
to check the bathroom.

Why were you in the tent
in the first place?

Become friends
with the Marines there.

I was just saying hello.

May I have the letter,

please?

Not yet.

Nice job.

Thank you, sir.

[ sigh ]

It's time, Mrs. Van Arsdale.

We're sorry, ma'am,
but we can assure you

that your son will get
the best defense possible.

I know that's true, Commander.

May we enter?

I'm afraid not.

HAZLETT:
All of us here have reached
the same conclusion.

If you want to try
Scott Van Arsdale,

it's gonna be
right here in Kresge.

We've given up
enough of our boys.

You're going to have
to fight for this one.

HARM:
The convening authority
has agreed to hold

the Article 32 hearing in
Kresge, Mrs. Van Arsdale.

Lieutenant Commander
Roberts and myself

will be representing
the government.

Thank you. It means
a lot to us.

What, may I ask,

are you going to do
about the media?

There'll be no cameras
in the courtroom.

Good.

Kresge uses the town hall
for its courtroom.

Oh, that's fine.

And, of course, JAG
will supply the bailiff,

the hearing officer

and the defense
counsel, ma'am.

Mayor Hazlett has a law degree.

He'll be defending Scott.

Uh, ma'am, you do realize
that this is

a military proceeding?

The Mayor checked
the UCMJ.

My son is entitled to hire
a civilian attorney

if he so desires.

Mayor Hazlett,
by the way,

will not be accepting
a fee for this.

We're not interested

in denying your son
his privileges.

However, there
are differences

between military
and civilian law.

We feel your son would
be better represented

by a JAG attorney.

I don't, Commander.

MAZZONE:
Ma'mun Al-Reza
confessed an hour ago.

Your visit was effective.

Something bothering you?

Mrs. Al-Reza wrote that note,

thinking that I was trying
to help her, sir.

The mother's feelings
are a small sacrifice

for the intelligence
that will come from this.

In any case,

why don't I have our staff JAG
break the news to Mrs. Al-Reza?

Sir, I would appreciate it
if you would wait on that.

I should be the one to tell her.

It's not necessary, Colonel.

I feel it is, sir.

Just the facts.

Aye, sir.

The figure in bold
is the amount

of the settlement.

The check should be coming to
you within the month, ma'am.

This is more money than
I've made in my entire life.

Um...

My husband has emphysema.

Can I use this
for his medical bills?

Ma'am, the money is yours
to use however you wish.

You can look at us,
Mrs. Carpenter.

We're not the enemy.

I appreciate everything
you done for us.

Thank you.

Well, I suppose you
can't blame her, sir.

Lance Corporal
Van Arsdale-/////!s

kind of become
everybody's child.

I guess he's the only
thing they have left.

AMANI AL-REZA:
Come here, please.

This is Nabil.

He's an orphan,
a delinquent.

I was yelling at him
for throwing rocks at a cat.

He said I was just mad

because the sheikh had tried
to kill Ma'mun.

When I asked him what he meant,

he told me he had overheard
the sheikh talking

to another man
about placing explosives

in Ma'mun's backpack.

Don't you see?

My son was supposed to die
in that explosion.

The sheikh had found out
about him and had set him up.

Ma'mun knew what
was in the backpack.

He listed the
items for me.

Maybe it was hidden
in something.

Like what?

I don't know.

Did Nabil identify
the other man?

No. He had never seen him
before.

If this is true,
and there's

no way of proving that,

why didn't the boy
warn you at that time?

The sheikh was a tyrant.

If he suspected
Nabil had said anything,

he would've killed him.

It's all circumstantial.

So is the case against my son.

Mrs. Al-Reza...

your son confessed.

Under what conditions?

Sheriff, while you
were questioning

Lance Corporal
Van Arsdale,

how was he reacting?

DAGG:
He was nervous,
defensive.

What was the first thing
that he said to you?

That I had
the wrong man.

Had you yet determined

the fire was
caused by arson?

No.

So it was a
presumptive remark.

Yes.

Your witness.

Sheriff, did Scott Van Arsdale
have any matches on him?

No.

Gas can?

Neither.

Were there footprints
at the scene?

None that weren't obscured
by water and mud.

Well, let's assume,
for the sake of argument,

that he did not light that fire.

Now, couldn't his nervousness
be attributed to the fact

that your questions
presumed that he did?

In your scenario, yes.

And his comment
about you having the wrong man--

now, you jumped
to that conclusion.

Isn't it possible he was
just following your lead?

Perhaps.

You've... you've
watched this boy
grow up, Sheriff.

Did you ever know him
to commit a crime

or misrepresent
the truth?

No.

He's always been
a good kid.

Thank you kindly.

Nabil said that he was
on that balcony,

cleaning a rug for Mrs. Ahmed,
when he saw them below.

They were standing
in front of a blue door.

It's locked.

We're good.

MacKENZIE:
Wires and electrical leads.

Looks like radio parts.

[ sighs]

Semtex.

This is where they
put the bomb together.

Well, how do you
know your son
didn't help them

or even build
it himself?

Because my son
is a good Muslim.

He never would have done this
to the Koran.

PARDEE:
At that point,
Scotty wanted to be alone,

said he was going
to take a walk.

That would be about 25 minutes

prior to the discovery
of the fire, correct?

Yes, sir.

Lance Corporal
Van Arsdale,

Frank Medina and
your brother Cliff

were close
friends, correct?

They were inseparable.

They, uh... they had
an understanding.

A pact-- you know,
all for one.

That kind of thing.

Now, how did this,
uh, pact play out?

Well, when Cliff got
an elbow in the eye

during a high school
basketball game,

Scotty challenged the kid
to a boxing match

and whupped him good.

So they would avenge wrongs
committed against each other.

All the time.
It was a big thing with them.

Thank you, Mr. Pardee.
No further questions.

Miss your brother?

Of course.

I hear you've been
pretty angry about it.

Objection. Irrelevant.

Maybe to your
case, Commander.

What's the point
of this line of
questioning, Counselor?

Well, I'm examining
an alternate theory, Your Honor.

Mr. Pardee is not on trial here,
Your Honor.

It's my understanding,

Your Honor, that the rules
of evidence are relaxed

in an Article 32 proceeding.

That is correct.

Well, I'm not
fishing, sir.

I have something specific
in mind.

Now, might I proceed?

Carefully.
Objection overruled.

Ask a direct question,
Counselor.

Mr. Pardee,

have you been angry about
your brother's death?

I've been upset.
So has everybody else.

Yeah, but not everybody else
has punched a hole

in the wall at the Amity Pub,

now, have they?

Did you do that
on the day you heard

about your
brother's death?

Yes, I did.

And on the day
of the fire,

didn't you siphon gasoline
out your wife's car?

Objection. Facts
not in evidence.

I would like to hear
his answer, Commander.

You're under oath,
Mr. Pardee.

I needed to clear some brush,
and my chainsaw was empty.

Where were you
during the time
the fire was set?

In my garage.

Doing what?

Thinking.

Could you provide a witness
to support this?

It was
after the memorial service.

I needed time alone.

I didn't want anybody to know
where I was.

Is that a no?

You've never liked me.

Just answer the
question, sir.

That's a no.

So you're saying,

someone hollowed out
Ma'mun Al-Reza's Koran,

inserted explosives

and detonated it
by remote control?

Yes, sir.

And you want me
to stake out this location.

I do.

We have a confession, Colonel.

Extracted while the suspect
was under duress, sir.

That was the plan.

Sir, may I ask

if Ma'mun has provided
further information

about the plot,
other names?

Not yet.

Well, couldn't
that be because

he wastelling
the truth, sir?

That he was kept
in the dark

so that if he
discovered the plot,

he wouldn't be able
to finger the rest of them?

Or that he's loyal
to his comrades.

Colonel, have you
asked yourself

why this wasn'tan
act of martyrdom?

Not all acts of terror are.

No, sir, but Ma'mun
would have known

that he wouldn't
be authorized

to leave the base
until he was questioned.

Now, why would he draw
attention to himself

by running away
from the scene?

To avoid injury.

Then why wouldn't
he leave himself more time?

Colonel, you brought me here
because you thought

I could relate to Mrs. Al-Reza

in ways that your male staff JAG
could not.

Well... you were correct.

And, like it or not...

this is the result.

[ television plays
in background]

What now?

We need to ask you a few
more questions, Mr. Pardee.

I've already done
enough talking.

Get off my property.

Let me be clear
about this, sir.

You're in no position
to be making demands.

You're not buying this crap,
are you?

ROBERTS:
You haven't been forthcoming
with us.

The reason you didn't join up
wasn't because of your knees.

It's because you have a record
for assault.

That never went to trial.

That's because
you settled out of court.

The man almost ran over my boy!

You don't think. You react!

Like the case with your brother?

I am not an arsonist.

You have an anger problem,
Mr. Pardee.
It's common knowledge.

Can you prove I did it?

Is that a challenge?

I guess we can
take that as yes.

RABB:
Donovan?

[ meows]

Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

Where you going?

I don't want to get in trouble.

Well, we're not here
about you.

It's okay.

Hey, is that your cat?

Please don't say nothing.

Why, did you do something bad?

My dad's allergic.

I'm not supposed
to have him.

Well, we won't tell your dad,
but you should.

[ meows]

No. He'll make me give him up.

I only had him
for a little while.

He's better off here
than in the Reserve Center.

All they let him do
in there is catch mice.

And I play with him every day.

Did you rescue him
from the Reserve Center?

Scotty gave him to me.

Scott Van Arsdale?

Yeah.

I was in my yard,
and he came by

and asked me
if I would take care of him.

I don't know
what he's talking about, sir.

I didn't give him that cat.

So he's lying then?

Maybe confused, Commander.

You are familiar
with this animal.

We all were, sir.

He was our mascot.

RABB:
We checked

with Forensics,
Lance Corporal.

They found cat hair
on your uniform.

We're just waiting to find out
if it's a match.

You knew the cat was in there.

You took him out
before you lit the fire,

and you gave him
to Donovan Pardee.

Is that true, son?

Yes, sir.

Did you light that fire?

I did, sir.

I did it for Cliff and Frank
and the rest of them.

RABB:
What did you do

with the gas can
and the matches?

I hid them
in a rotten tree stump.

HAZLETT:
Why would you

lie to us?
Why would you do that?

Because that's what
Washington has been doing, sir.

They lied to us about why
we were fighting the war,

about how many troops
it was going to take,

about the amount of support
we were going to get.

And after everything my
mother's been through,

I thought it'd
just be best

if she didn't know.

I'm disappointed in you, son.

I never thought you to be
the one to take the low road.

The war is the low road, sir.

Well, you're not

in Iraq anymore, son,

so you better start thinking
about making the peace,

especially with the
people of this town,

the ones who believed
in your innocence.

MAZZONE:
Your suspicions were warranted,
Colonel.

His name is
Mohammed Sadar.

He's on the hot list
of active insurgent leaders.

He's already confessed

to setting up
Ma'mun Al-Reza.

So, it was Sadar's workshop.

Mm, he was about
to break it down

and move on to
his next target.

Do you know
what that is, sir?

We will.

[ speaking Arabic on monitor]

You did good.

I appreciate that.

Sir, about Ma'mun Al-Reza...

Oh, he'll
be released.

I'm glad to hear that.

Can I ask you a favor?

Go ahead.

Well, it actually
concerns Talasura, sir.

I've been speaking
with Mrs. Al-Reza,

and, um...

she has this idea.

HOUSTON:
Will the defense please rise?

As discussed in chambers,
the accused and the government

have fashioned
a pretrial agreement.

The accused will waive
the balance

of this Article 32 hearing,

enter pleas of guilty

to all charges
and specifications,

and accept a period
of confinement

established
in these discussions.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir, Your Honor.

Corporal Van Arsdale,
are you clear

that you're giving up
your statutory right

to a full hearing,
and that if you plead guilty,

you will be waiving your rights
to trial on the merits,

including your rights
to confront your accusers,

the privilege
against self-incrimination

and the obligation
of the government

to prove each
and every element

beyond a
reasonable doubt?

Yes, sir.

Before I terminate
these proceedings,

I need to be assured
that you intend to plead guilty

because you believe
you areguilty.

I am, sir.

In order to establish

a factual basis,

I would like you to explain why.

May I, Your Honor?

Go ahead.

I'm sorry I set fire
to the Reserve Center.

I was just so angry at the time,

I couldn't see another way
of handling it.

But I'm even more sorry
I lied to you about it.

After everything
that's happened,

you deserved better from me.

I've dirtied the memory
of my detachment,

and I regret it.

But even more so,

I regret not being able
to bring them back.

It's all right, son.

It's all right.

We forgive you.

You come back to us now.

HOUSTON:
These proceedings

are terminated.

[ horn beeping]

MacKENZIE:
It's right
over here, sir.

[ chattering, dog barking]

[ automobile engine running]

[ car beeping, chattering]

[ loud chattering in Arabic]

What is the media doing here?

They smell a story.

What have you gotten
me into, Colonel?

Hello.
Ma'mun.

Please.

We appreciate your coming.

Hello.

Ma'am.

Uh, besides dedicating
this building as a school,

we also thought it would be
a good opportunity

for us to learn
about each other.

Mm-hmm.

I, uh, told the Colonel
that he would be answering
some questions.

Yes, I will moderate
and interpret.

Is that all right?

[ loud chattering]

Fine.

Come.

Please, this way.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Thank you.

This is a great moment
in the history of this village.

We now have a school

and a teacher.

[ cheering and applause]

Colonel Mazzone
from the Marine base

supports this effort
and has agreed to talk to us

about the occupation

and how it will continue
to affect our lives.

If you have any questions
for the Colonel,

this is the time to ask.

[ clamoring]

What is this, Colonel?

Democracy, sir?

Please. Please, one at a time.

[ loud chattering]

All right, all right.

I think we've discussed enough.

All right, let's vote, shall we?

The motion has been made
to contribute

twenty five percent of all SGLI
monetary awards

to a special fund.

The money from this fund
would be applied

to the construction
of a war memorial

in honor of the young men
from this community

who lost their lives
in the service to their country.

Now this memorial
would be erected

in front of the Marine Corps
Reserve Center

here in Kresge.

Do I have a second?
MAN:
I'll second.

Second it.
I'll second it.

[ people assenting]
All in favor, raise your hand.

All right.

It looks unanimous, then.

Good work, folks.