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Distinguished Flying Cross. Air Force, right?

I believe it was my father's.

His name up here?

I don't know what war he served in. I never knew him.

All these names.

I wonder how many never had the chance to know their sons and daughters.

Too many.

Well, at least you know your old man had to have been a hero...

to earn that.

Cherish it and his memory.

[Woman] Excuse me. Did you know my father?

- Not her again. - Did you know my father?

P.F.C. Mark Clements. Bravo Company.

Do you know her?

Uh, she's been coming here for 10 years, trying to get her father's name on the wall.

Stationed in Qui Nhon, '71 and '72?

- Army Rangers. - I'm sorry.

Well, if her father died in the war, shouldn't his name be on the wall?

Only heroes go up here.

Ma'am, you've been warned about doing this.

- You're gonna have to come with us now. - Okay. Wait! Please.

See, this is not even fair. My father's name belongs up there.

- He belongs on the wall. - I'm sorry.

Okay!

[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.

[Jarod] I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.

[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.

[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor? - I am today.

[Man] Tonight on Battle Zone...

a tragic story of treason and betrayal in Vietnam.

With the report, Jordan Brock.

Toe poppers- a colloquial term for pressure-activated land mines.

- You step on one, you hear a click. - [Clicks]

You step off, and it's the last sound you'll ever hear.

Army Intelligence is reeling from the discovery...

that Private First Class Mark Clements...

was selling classified information to the Vietcong.

It was on this spot, atop one of these mines...

that Private Clements's dark tale of treason came to an end...

with the discovery of top-secret documents on his body.

Clements's platoon leader, Lieutenant Prentiss McClaren, was a witness.

Mark Clements was like a brother.

I'd have laid down my life for him.

Then you find out he's a traitor.

What makes a man cross that line, I don't know.

He let everyone down.

Come here.

This is one of the local kids. He's our unit's mascot.

He lives on the base. He saw it all.

Mark meet with Vietcong.

I hear click.

I hear explosion.

Mark was my friend.

I watch Mark die.

This is Jordan Brock reporting.

[Man On Radio] Keep your eyes open, people. Anybody seen him? He's out there somewhere.

- Keep moving. - [Grunts]

- Keep moving! - I have movement at the tree line.

- [Screams] - Padia- tree line.

Got him.

- [Grunts] - Where are you? [Frustrated Grunt]

All right.! All right already.!

- Damn it! - [Helicopter Passing]

Where the hell are you?

I believe you dropped this, sir.

Hell of a job, Lieutenant. Where'd you learn to camo so well?

I've had a lot of practice in blending in, sir.

Fantastic. Watched the whole thing on the monitor.

Those helmet cameras. What do you call 'em?

Tactical aniscopic cameras. TAC's.

Well, they're gonna do for you what CNN did for Desert Storm-

- Give us all a taste of what it's like to be Rambo. - Ram who?

Cute. And if multiple T.A.C.'s can document a real incursion...

Capitol Hill's gonna bend over backwards to fund your missions, Captain McClaren.

- That's the idea. - I'll need analysis figures for Congressman Stanfield.

He'll get the ball rolling appropriating the R&D funds. Well done.

- [Engine Starts] - Bureaucratic weasel.

LieutenantJarod Patton...

Master Sergeant Rob Hancock, Staff Sergeant Alyssa Padia.

Watch out for her. She looks nice, but she bites like a pit bull.

Lieutenant, welcome to Operation Dustoff.

Ajoint mission with the Colombian military to infiltrate and destroy...

narcotics processing factories.

Intel has uncovered a major shipment of coca paste...

on its way to a factory near Cartagena, owned by-

Esteban Largo.

You are all on alert, so wear your pagers 24/7.

- [Debbie] Dad? - [Broots] Yeah?

- Am I supposed to be here? - Well, sure.

We're gonna have great fun. Look. Here.

No, you sit down, right here.

And, oh, you got Barbie.

That's fun, huh? Uh, you can color.

So, all you have to do is just sit here and-and be really, really quiet...

until it's time to go home.

A-And then we'll have great fun.

Broots.

Uh, or not.

Did I miss the memo on day care?

[Sighs] The sitter's got the German measles.

Debbie's godmother is on a Pritikin retreat. I had no other choice.

It's called the yellow pages. "B" for babysitter?

I would never leave my daughter alone with someone that I don't know.

I'm sorry, but she's staying here with me.

If that's okay with you.

Just make sure Little Miss Muffet stays out of my way.

[Phone Ringing]

[Clears Throat] Broots.

Uh, Mr. Raines.

Yes, sir. No. I love Miami.

Um-

Okay. Right away.

Jarod has penetrated the database at the Miami office.

Mr. Raines wants me to go down there and do an immediate mainframe inventory.

Sydney.

Uh, c-could you...

help me out with Debbie?

Sorry, Broots, but I'm supervising three sets of twins...

in the sim lab on a sleep deprivation watch.

[Sighs]

Don't even think about it.

Oh, come on. It's-It's a day, maybe two days, tops.

I don't do Mommy.

I don't know, Miss Parker.

It might help you process unresolved childhood issues.

[Scoffs] It never ends with you, does it?

[Sighs]

You owe me big.

l-l-I owe you huge.

Thank you. Thank you.

Jell-O? And it's a dessert?

Like at the end of the lunch line in school, remember?

- Actually, my food was brought to me. - You did feed yourself?

For the most part.

Now, if the gelatin is soft...

the pineapple chunks sink to the bottom.

But if it's too hard, they would just lie there on top.

My guess would be you have to wait for the proper viscosity...

to actually add the chunk.

[Chuckling] Hmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

- Is that the captain? - [Padia] Yeah.

That's him back in Vietnam, his glory days.

You know what I miss most about that war?

- My hair. - Bravo Company.

Qui Nhon.

Do you still keep in touch with the men?

One that's still alive- Barney Stanfield.

Congressman Stanfield.

Used to boss that little grunt around. Now he's in charge of my appropriations.

If you don't mind, I took the liberty of writing down a comparative analysis report...

of the T.A.C. system that Congressman Stanfield's aide requested.

I compared fourJapanese manufacturers with two Minnesota-based companies.

- Conclusions? - Buy American.

Padia. Run this up to Capitol Hill.

If you don't mind, Captain, I'd like to take this to the congressman myself.

I've never been that close to the real seat of power.

Just so we understand each other...

these are the house rules.

No running, no playing...

no feet on the furniture...

and no noise, which includes both crying and whining.

Be invisible, and we'll get along just fine.

[Phone Rings]

- [Rings] - Your clothes are so pretty.

And no touching my stuff, especially my clothes.

What? Hold on, Sydney.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

I told you to stay out of my things, and I mean it!

[Sighs]

[Jarod] Congressman Stanfield, I have the TAC report from Captain McClaren.

- So how is that old warhorse these days? - Still bald, sir.

I like this guy. I'm, uh-

Congressman Leon Beckwith, 11 th District, Louisiana.

You chair the Vietnam Memorial Wall Subcommittee...

that Congressman Stanfield sits on.

You a registered voter, son?

No, sir, but I did help manipulate the Nixon landslide in 1972.

I really like this guy!

- Nice meeting you, Lieutenant. - You as well, sir.

Leon. I hope you can appreciate a good cigar.

Yes, sir.

- Santiago Caribe. - Private reserve.

You gotta know somebody to get ahold of one of these.

[Intercom Beeps]

[Woman On Intercom] Denise Clements is here again. Shall I call Security?

Uh, no. Um, send her in.

- Is there a problem? - Oh, a tragedy.

One that won't go away, I'm afraid.

Please, stay.

Sorry to show up without an appointment.

I have two daughters myself, Denise.

I only hope that they love me half as much as you do your father.

Please, sit down.

Congressman, I talked with a Corporal Ethington from the 185th...

who knew a man named Duke.

As you know, my father wrote a letter about a G.I. named Duke...

who was helping him to catch a traitor, not act as one.

Sir, if this is the same Duke, I believe he can help me clear my father's name.

Miss Clements, we've talked about this letter many times...

but it's circumstantial evidence, regardless of what this Duke person has to say.

If you can bring him to the next subcommittee meeting, I'll see to it you're heard.

Thank you.

- Her father served with you in Bravo Company. - Yes.

Mark Clements was the last man you'd have thought would turn out to be a traitor.

Mark Clements was the last man you'd have thought would turn out to be a traitor.

Shejust won't let go of what she wants to believe.

[Jarod] Someone once said that "Old soldiers never die.

They simply fade away."

But I don't think the same can be said about their memory.

I think it grows stronger.

Who are you?

Someone who doesn't believe that your father was a traitor.

My name is Jarod.

[Sighs]

This must be very difficult for you.

It's all I've ever known.

It wasn't until after I buried my mother...

that I realized...

how important it was...

to get his name up there.

If I give up, that's as good as saying he's guilty, and I know he wasn't.

This is the last letter my father wrote home, back in '72.

"Duke found out one of our guys is selling secrets to Charlie.

If I find out who, God help him."

So you think that the real traitor discovered that your father was onto him...

and framed him.

But no one believes me.

I believe you.

[Young Sydney On Monitor] I want you to tell me what's wrong...

with each of these pictures.

[Jarod] The chimney's missing there. The door's upside down there.

The fence is missing a post there...

and the address numbers are inverted there.

Look closer, Jarod.

[Jarod] The sun's shadow off the wood stack...

it's misdirected in all of them.

- I missed it. - Most people would, Jarod.

Their eyes can only perceive the obvious.

But to maximize your gift, your eyes must perceive everything.

Mark was my friend.

I watch Mark die.

Mark die.

I watch Mark die.

Le Xuan Duc. Duke.

Hello, Duke.

Broots, what do you mean it's going to take longer than you thought?

- Well, but I'm trying- - Do you mind!

- How's Debbie? - She's fine. See, it's me that you should be worried about.

- I'll be back as soon as I can. - [Beeps]

Mama? Show me how to braid my hair.

Did you get it?

You'll see. We'll open it after school, okay?

You have very pretty hair.

- Would you braid mine like that? - I have things to do.

How did you get to be so mean?

I was born that way.

No. You weren't.

[Asian Accent] You want to be rich? Of course you do.

And I here to show you how to get rich quick...

with my new video series, How To Get Rich Quick.

My name Lenny Duc. I come to your country in tiny boat.

And now I own big boat!

American dream, number one.!

- And cut it! Perfect, Lenny. - [Bell Rings]

That's lunch.

[Loses Accent] I've got a table reserved over at the Woodbridge Club...

if you'd care to join me.

I don't think so.

Excuse me, Mr. Duc.

I'm a really big fan of your work.

Well, 89.95, plus shipping and handling, puts you on the road to the American dream.

And what a dream it is.

Ayoung Vietnamese boy emigrating to America with nothing...

and building this empire.

Hey, as a matter of fact, you remind me of this little boy I saw on this old news report...

about this G.I. in Vietnam...

who died an alleged traitor.

What was his name? Oh, yes.

Mark Clements.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - [Beeping]

Well, sorry to bother you.

Have a nice day.

[Man On Radio] Operation Dustoff, you are two hours from your Colombian target.

Good luck.

[Chattering In Spanish]

[Spanish Continues]

They have no idea we're here.

Well, they're about to find out.

[Cheering]

What a beauty!

[Man] Oh, lookin'good.!

Bet Esteban Largo was not too thrilled with your handiwork.

- Well done, Lieutenant. - I was proud to be on board, sir.

Hope you can appreciate a fine cigar. It's a Santiago Caribe.

Well, th-Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

They're about to show me on TV.

[Tape Rewinding. Explosion]

He's never given me one of his special cigars, and I like cigars.

- What are you doing? - Do you notice anything?

[Padia] C- 4 has a hell of a kick.

Look at the surrounding debris. There was nothing inside that factory.

There's drums, burnt powder...

lab equipment.

Yes, but enough to process a hundred tons of coca paste?

What are you saying?

That somebody tipped off Esteban Largo that we were coming.

He moves everything out...

and leaves just enough evidence behind...

so we think we made a big hit.

Who would do that?

With the destruction of this cocaine factory...

another battle has been won in the war against drugs.

This is Captain McClaren, the mastermind of Operation Dustoff.

[Hearty Laughing]

Santiago Caribe.

Private reserve.

You have to know somebody to get ahold of one of these.

[Beeping]

Well...

I guess they really do know somebody.

All right. [Clears Throat] Let's move this along.

- Next! - Private First Class Mark S. Clements.

[Beckwith] Miss Clements, I assume you have new light to shed on this matter.

Yes, I do. Um, a corporal in the 185th Division-

Sorry. You were saying?

It's about Duke, the man referred to in my father's letter.

This Duke, um, is he here to testify?

I wasn't able to find him, sir, but my father was not a traitor.

- Can I have some water, please? - If you would please listen-

Miss Clements, have you any new light to shed on this matter?

No, sir, but as I was saying, if you could just give me a little bit more time-

- I'm sorry. - But you haven't let me explain.

- What's next? - Why won't you people listen to me?

Barney.

Miss Clements, I'm sorry to have to tell you this...

but to be perfectly blunt...

your father's name will never go up on that wall.

Now, please, we have other matters to address.

[Woman] We will now hear from Congressman Hutchinson...

regarding Private First Class Jonas Drake...

whose recent passing has been attributed to exposure to Agent Orange.

[Quiet Sobbing]

You're giving up?

I'm- I'm facing the facts.

Maybe I can't find Duke because there is no Duke.

And maybe the reason I can't find any evidence in my father's defense...

is 'cause it doesn't exist.

And maybe it doesn't exist because...

my father was-

When I was little, I was taken from my family.

I don't know who they are...

who my father is.

All I have is this.

It's the only connection that I have to him.

But I'll never give up searching for him...

for my family.

Don't give up on your family.

I don't have the strength...

to do this alone anymore.

You're not alone.

[Explosion]

[Explosion]

[Explosion]

[Explosions]

They have been awake for over 90 hours.

[Sighs] Yeah, in the same room with you, that is a record.

Sydney, you gotta help me out with this kid, take her off my hands.

Have her sim something. I don't care.

[Chuckles] She's only a child.

She doesn't listen. She's always in my things.

I can't even take a step without her nipping at my heels.

She's like a Chihuahua.

This is about her finding your mother's gift, isn't it?

Broots called.

He feels very concerned about his daughter's well-being.

Well, it's time he started showing a little concern about mine.

She delights in annoying me.

Debbie's not trying to annoy you.

Debbie's trying to be like you.

She unconsciously senses that you both share...

a similarity of maternal abandonment.

Are you even capable of having a normal conversation?

It's her adaptive coping mechanism.

She senses how you came through it...

and it gives her hope that she, too, someday...

may come through it...

which is why you need to let this relationship flourish.

You know, it would be really nice if once...

you could take my side on something.

It's not about sides, Parker. It's about the best interests of the child.

By projecting your anger on little Debbie...

you've displaced the anger with yourself as a little girl.

And what am I so angry about, Dr. Spock?

It's that you feel responsible for your mother's death.

- [Woman Singing. Opera] - [Explosion]

- Leave me alone.! - Mama! No!

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Mama.! No.! Stop.!

Mama, please! No!

[Echoing] Please, no.!

Mama, no! No, Mama! Let me go!

[Echoing] No, Mama.! Let me go.!

Let go! No! No, Mama!

[Screaming]

Please.! Mama.! Mama, no.!

Please, please, no.! Mama.! Please.! No.!

Let me go! Mama!

Mama! Let me go!

[Continues]

Now, remember, this is only a rough cut.

- [Beeping] - You want to be rich?

You want big house, fast car?

Beautiful girls?

Course you do.

I watch Mark die.

Mark was my friend.

- What the hell is going on? - My friend- die- die. I watch-my friend- die.

Mark was my friend. I watch- I watch- I watch-my friend- die.

Uh-oh. Technical difficulties.

- Who the hell are you? - Someone who wants to know the truth.

Why did you corroborate his story?

Did McClaren threaten to kill you or your family?

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

I know he and Stanfield are tipping off a drug lord about raids in exchange for cash.

If they're doing it now, they were doing it back then.

- You don't know what you're asking me to do. - I understand why you lied.

You were just a little boy.

McClaren offers you freedom from the atrocities of war.

You back his story on national TV...

and he puts you and your family on a boat to the States.

It was a plane.

- What? - McClaren helped my family escape on a plane.

I only said it was a boat in the commercials for dramatic effect.

The war ended for you.

Help me end it for Denise Clements.

[Sighs]

I was cleaning McClaren's tent, and I saw some documents marked "classified."

I knew something wasn't right, so I told Mark.

He said he'd have to catch McClaren in the act of passing the documents to the enemy...

before he could accuse him of treason...

so that night, we followed McClaren into a clearing...

just north of the camp, but-

But it was a setup.

McClaren knew that Clements was onto him and wanted him to follow...

because he had put land mines out there.

Did Clements hear the click...

when he stepped on that toe popper?

Yeah, he heard a click, but it wasn't Mark who stepped on the mine.

You.

Mark transferred his weight on to the pressure fuse...

so that I could move off.

He took your place on the mine.

That's when McClaren stepped out of the jungle.

He knew that Clements would never step off that mine.

[Rifle Cocks]

So he shot him.

- [Gunfire] - But he didn't die right away.

McClaren watched him bleed to death.

He planted the classified documents on him...

and made Clements look like the traitor.

- I can still hear the click... - [Clicking Sound]

feel the heat of the explosion.

[Loud Explosion]

You think the war is over?

It'll never be over for me.

Excuse me, sir.

This just arrived from Congressman Stanfield's office.

- Is everything all right, sir? - Huh?

- Is everything all right, sir? - Huh?

Yeah. You know, everything's fine.

l- I'm sorry. I can come back later.

No. Come in.

Are you sure?

Sit here.

Let's do something with your hair, okay?

I'm sorry that I got angry before.

It's just...

that present was given to me by my mother...

and no one has touched it but me...

for a very, very long time.

Why haven't you opened it?

I'm not sure.

[Sighs] I wanted to about a thousand times...

but, um...

it was just so perfect.

The paper that she used and the way she tied the ribbon.

So very much my mother.

Your mommy died, didn't she?

Yes. The day she gave me that present.

I wouldn't have opened it either.

Why?

Because if you did...

there would never be anything else for your mommy to give you.

I think it's time.

My mother loved this book.

[Voice Breaking] She wanted to read it with me.

"Little Women. '"

What's it about?

A little girl named Jo.

Was she happy?

[Chuckles] Let's find out. Come on.

"Chapter One: Playing Pilgrims.

""Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,' grumbled Jo, lying on the rug."

[Debbie, Overlapping] "It's so dreadful to be poor, 'sighed Meg, looking at her old dress.

""I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things...

"and other girls nothing at all,' added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

""We've got Father and Mother and each other,' said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the fire shone bright"-

[Sobbing]

"...Jo said sadly...

""We haven't got Father and shall not have him for a long time.'

"She didn't say perhaps never, but each silently added it...

thinking of Father far away where the fighting was."

[McClaren] Barney?

Barney! Where the hell are you?

[Clicking]

[Jarod] Uh-oh.

That's not a good sound.

Jarod. Oh, thank God.

Am I glad to see you.

- You don't look so good. - I am standing on a land mine.

Well, I better go get someone who can disarm it.

- How long can you stand there? - As long as it takes.

Well, I guess anyone could if they knew what would happen...

if they stepped off it.

That must have been why you had to shoot Mark Clements off the one he was standing on.

And that's why I'm going to have to shoot you.

What the hell is going on here?

What really happened in Qui Nhon, Captain?

If I were you, I would talk to me...

or the next bullet might not be a blank.

Army Intel suspected a traitor in our unit.

So you killed Clements, and then you framed him.

Intel had their man, and you and Stanfield, you were in the clear.

- We did what we had to do. - You had a business to run.

Selling secrets to the highest bidder.

Tell me something, Captain.

Is greed so addictive that you could kill an innocent man?

You couldn'tjust kill him. You had to destroy him.

You stripped him ofhis honor...

and you left his little girl another war to fight.

It's your word against mine.

Nobody doubted me before. You really think anybody's gonna doubt me now?

Thanks to these helmet cams, it's not just my words, it's yours too.

Damn it, Lieutenant. You disarm this mine now!

- I am your commanding officer! - Not technically.

You see, I'm not really in the army.

But if it makes you feel any better...

I won't shoot you in the leg like you shot Clements.

I'll aim... higher.

No.

- No. - [Gunshot]

[Explosions]

Don't wet your pants, sir. It's Jell-O. It's a dessert.

Yummy.

Hello?

[Nervous Chuckle]

[Wheezy Chuckle]

What, uh, happened to you?

Well-

We went shopping.

Do you have a problem with that?

Honey?

Why don't you gather up your stuff, and we'll leave Miss Parker to her business?

She's a good kid.

Always take care of her...

or I will hunt you down and kill you.

- Understand? - I think so.

You read it all. Promise?

I promise.

Come on, kiddo.

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]