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Move out! We can't just leave him! He's dead!

In his father's footsteps as a naval aviator, Lieutenant Commander Harmon

Jr. suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat on a storm -tossed carrier at

Diagnosed with night blindness, Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate

General Corps, which investigates, defends, and prosecutes the law of the

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah McKenzie, he now fights in and out

the courtroom with the same daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the

air.

We may have a bigger problem than recovering Sergeant Silva's body.

Unilateral operations by U .S. forces on foreign soil is a major no -no, sir.

And although we're calling the Marines advisors, the only Colombians anywhere

near them were Estruga's guards.

They were operating under the authority of the Colombian DAS, were they not?

Yes, sir.

You're telling me there's an operational law that forbids that, bud?

Not exactly, sir.

But it must be forbidden.

Why is that?

Well, because there's no regulation permitting it, sir.

You're going to make a fine lawyer one day, bud.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Officer Tyner. Good morning, sir. The Admiral said to go right in.

At ease.

Where's Major McKenzie?

She'll be right along, sir. She got tied up with...

Chief Brokaw's court -martial.

Sir, you have a call. Have him call me back.

You have to speak, Commander.

Lieutenant Roberts is getting me there, sir.

Marines claim the recon walked into a trap.

Colombians say the Marines screwed it up.

Now somebody's lying, and I don't think... Sorry, sir, I got stuck in

No excuse, sir.

As I was saying, somebody's lying.

Thought it was a broke call, Court Martial Major.

I finished it last Tuesday, sir. The disposition should be on your desk.

It is.

Sir, I'm sorry, but this call is very... Petty Officer Tyner, I said to hold my

calls. Aye, sir.

Can't even get my yeoman to follow orders.

You're to leave immediately for Columbia.

Officially, you'll be under operational control of a special assistant from

State. Not Clayton Webb, sir.

We don't get to choose who we serve under, Commander.

No, sir, but knowing the Special Assistant as I do, if this was his op

south, he will not give a damn about leaving that dead Marine behind, sir.

Especially an Hispanic Marine in unmarked utilities with no ID, sir.

Let me make this clear. Your assignment is to investigate what happened and

nothing more.

But the dead Marine, sir... Retrieving bodies is not a jacked mission, Major.

Sir, with all due respect... But if all you return with is a report...

I'll consider your mission a failure.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed. Aye, officer.

Major McKenzie?

Sir? I have been told that the radio carries traffic reports.

Yes, sir. It won't happen again, sir.

Steiner!

Sir, you can return the call now.

Yes, sir.

Who was it?

Former Secretary of State, calling from Columbia, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Major. Sir?

I might

have

known the Admiral would send his three musketeers.

Nice to see you again, too, Clayton.

There are actually four musketeers, sir.

Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D 'Artagnan.

Let's make this a brief investigation.

Southern Command loaned us one of their new ARL planes to monitor the operation.

That's Air Recon Low to you lawyers.

The photos corroborate the recon team's report.

Sergeant Silver was killed.

Did they return his body? To whom?

We certainly aren't going to claim he belongs to us.

We will if we have to. Don't start, Major.

This is a State Department issue which you are only here to investigate and

prosecute. Prosecute?

Who are we to prosecute?

Corporal Cordoba of the recon team.

With any luck, you'll be out of here by morning, which I am sure will please us

all.

Especially Admiral Chegwood, who, by the way, sends his regards.

Cut the crap, Commander.

Admiral Chegwood thinks I'm a pain -in -the -ass bureaucrat who never should

have involved the Marines in the first place.

And he was right.

Taking the blame, Webb? How unlike you.

If I hadn't involved the Marines, my ass would not be hanging over a very deep

chasm right now. No offense, Major.

None taken.

I hang asses frequently in my profession.

Your father was shot down a couple of months before I joined the Lexington, so

never had the pleasure.

But I flew with a CAG.

I understand you earned that distinguished flying cross, saving his

Well, I was saving my own fix, sir. The CAG just happened to be in the same

aircraft.

Modesty, Mr. Webb.

Sits well on a man, don't you think?

Oh, yes, sir.

Could we get on with the briefing, sir? Of course, Mr. Webb.

Alfredo, tell our JAG officers what you found out.

Thank you, Marcello. Anytime, sir.

Mr. Webb?

Nah.

Commander. You'll like these.

Thank you, sir.

Go ahead, Alfredo. You won't hurt their feelings.

Alfredo's the damnedest drug agent I ever met.

I swear he asked permission before he arrested them.

Only if I am interrupting something.

May I?

Thank you, Alfredo.

Estruga uses Imbara Indians as his guards.

They are loyal and quite fierce.

My people have managed to persuade...

one of the Embaras from the village where Estruga's guards lived, to provide

with information from time to time.

What does your Embara say happened?

He said the guards were unaware of the recon team's presence until one of the

Marines gave away his position.

How? Apparently, he yelled. I find that hard to believe of a recon Marine, sir.

So do I, Major.

I don't.

And neither will you after you hear their story.

They were speaking quite openly at the debriefing until they realized there

might be charges.

What charges?

Cowardice. There's no such charge, Webb.

Their reliction of duty, then. Whatever. I don't care.

But he's going to be charged.

Sir, I don't think you have the right to charge anyone in the military, even if

you are a special assistant to an undersecretary of state.

Oh, I won't charge him, Lieutenant Roberts.

Who will? You will, Major, after you hear what happened.

You don't mind if I sit in, do you?

And leave the cigar, Commander.

You had a depressed weapon, didn't you, Corporal? Yes, ma 'am. Why didn't you

use it? I tried. My weapon jammed, ma 'am.

What happened then?

I yelled and the place lit up, sir.

It was an ambush, sir.

It had to be. They knew we were coming.

It's my fault, sir.

I should have reacted faster.

It's not your fault, Corporal, if your weapon jammed.

I don't think Sergeant Silver would agree, ma 'am.

Charge him.

With what, a jammed weapon?

Cordoba's never been in combat.

He couldn't pull the trigger. The man's a sorry excuse for a Marine.

With all due respect, Mr. Webb, have you ever been in combat?

I was in the Gulf War, Major. Does that qualify?

Doing what there?

That's classified, Lieutenant.

Because of Cordoba's cowardice, a good man is dead.

And Carlos Estruga is still free to flood our country with cocaine.

Charge him. We'll charge him if and when we have evidence.

There's something else to be done here.

Enlighten me, Major McKenzie. A Marine died in the service of his country. His

body should be transported home to his family.

Major, I understand the virtues of Semper Fi.

Unfortunately, there are larger issues at play here.

Such is deniability.

Yes.

I will not risk sending men back into that jungle.

And that wouldn't be good for your career, would it, sir?

No, Major. It would not.

Now, if there is nothing else...

Ambassador Witherspoon will be glad to hear that the last chapter to this sorry

incident has been written.

Except for Corporal Cordoba's court -martial.

Oh, good.

I was about to ask Maricel to get you.

Alfredo has some disturbing news. Go ahead, Alfredo, tell them. My agency

received a call a few minutes ago from Carlos Estruga.

He claims to have Sergeant Silva.

Excuse me.

The doctor said this is what happened when I turned 42.

She was right.

Estruga said it is my sincerest wish that this not develop into an

incident which will bring harm to the president of your great country. You

him to go to hell.

Estruga can't use a dead body with no identification.

I'm afraid that Estruga says Sergeant Silva is very much alive and quite

of talking about the Marines' attempt to kidnap him.

He's alive.

Maybe. You don't carry a dead body like that. You drag it. He's alive.

Give me a grid.

Isolate him.

Magnify.

Could be anyone. Yeah, anyone wearing unmarked utilities hanging around a

strugas villa with a shotgun wound.

Grid the shoulder.

One shoulder coming up.

Bud. Get Lieutenant Diaz.

Aye, sir.

Magnify.

What are those?

Infrared op ident.

They had those in the Gulf War, Mr. Webb.

Lieutenant Diaz reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Lieutenant.

You recognize that ident code?

Yes, sir. It's Sergeant Silva's. They could have stripped his clothes and put

them on someone else.

What's going on, sir?

There's a chance Sergeant Silver might be alive, Lieutenant.

Or Senor Estruga just wants us to think he is, Lieutenant.

My man, the embattler I spoke of earlier, might be able to help resolve

issue. But you must decide quickly. Estruga wants to reply by 6 a .m. That's

20 minutes. Wouldn't matter if it was 20 days.

The United States government does not negotiate with drug lords. The Marine

Corps did not leave their own behind.

There's a first time for everything, Major.

Senor Estruga is on the line, Mr. Ambassador.

Thank you, Marisol. Can you bring another pot of coffee, please?

Not enough coffee in the world this morning.

Uh, let's not keep Senor Estruga waiting.

What was the name of that Marine again?

Sergeant Silva, sir. Jesus Silva.

Jesus Silva.

Thank you.

Go ahead. Buenos dias, Senor Estruga.

Habla Alfredo Rincón, Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad.

Yo sabe quien usted es, Rincón.

Then I shall speak in English.

My apologies for calling at this hour, but in my business, the early bird stays

ahead of men like you, Senor Rincon.

And it would seem the United States government as well.

Senor Estruga, this is Lieutenant Commander Rabb with the Judge Advocate

Corps. Ah, Navy lawyer, yes?

Yes. I have contemplated becoming a lawyer myself.

Perhaps you should have.

They have to associate with criminals.

This is Clayton Webb, Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State.

You sound like an important man, Mr. Webb. What do you want, senor?

Do you play Go, Mr. Webb?

What? I'm familiar with the game, senor.

Excellent. Then I will negotiate with you. Now, wait a minute. The commander

not here. Mr. Webb.

I assume the ambassador has settled the jurisdictional dispute and that I will

be...

Negotiating with Commander Rapp.

That is correct, Senor.

Excellent.

Commander, I have an American Marine.

He is badly hurt, but he will live.

Are you interested?

Of course I'm interested.

Then meet me at Sarabia Plantation at noon. There is a shed there that they

for drying bamboo.

Yes, but I will need some verification that the Marine... Sergeant Silva.

...is alive.

I will bring all the verification that you need.

Noon is a bad time for us. Would five be okay?

Quite acceptable.

I shall fix dinner.

I make a most delicious grilled goat.

You will come unarmed, of course, but you can bring a friend or two.

As long as they are not being gone, that gives me indigestion. Or Mr. Webb, who

has no interest in a game of golf.

Understood. One last point.

If you try to capture me, A video of Sergeant Silva confessing to the

will be delivered to CNN tonight.

These are AK -47s.

And the ammunition is from China.

AK -47s are sold all over the world, and Chinese ammunition can't be traced back

to the U .S.

Where'd you learn how to do that, ma 'am?

I'm a Marine, bud.

Have you ever had to fire, ma 'am? I mean, in anger?

What?

What are you looking for?

Burr on the fear pin and broken spring on the trigger mechanism.

Something that would make this weapon jam.

Nothing, ma 'am?

Nothing I can see.

But it could have been a clip of bad ammo.

Have you examined the clip, ma 'am? No.

Corporal Cordoba said he accidentally ejected it when they were running.

It happens.

Ma 'am, you're not going to shoot... No!

I was hoping I missed something.

Would you mind cleaning this for me, bud? No, ma 'am.

I must apologize for the quality of the photos, but embarras are not used to

using cameras.

They do well enough with guns.

He took these at great risk to himself.

He also told the agent who picked up the film that he heard the man in these

photos speaking.

English.

Major.

How would you like a dinner of grilled goat?

Depends how it's cooked.

Under no circumstances are you authorized to negotiate.

You are to ascertain if Estruga has proof that Sergeant Silva is alive and

he wants for his safe return.

And then you are to get your six, as you call it, the hell back here.

What is he doing here?

Apparently driving the vehicle. This kid has ruined one mission.

He will not endanger another.

Corporal, step away from the vehicle.

Sir? Corporal, it would appear the special assistant doesn't think you're

enough to drive. Unfortunately, it's his vehicle.

Dismissed.

All right, sir.

Lieutenant.

You don't want him driving?

Fine. You kick him in the guts like that again, and next time I'm kicking back.

You're late.

No, I'm not. I still have 18 seconds.

What's wrong with Webb?

He didn't want Cordova driving the car. Told him in his usual tactful manner.

I trust you replied in kind?

Something like that.

What are you doing here, Mr. Roberts?

Observing, sir. Well, do it from the back of the room.

Yes, sir.

Roberts.

Yes, sir.

Nothing.

I testified Corporal Cordova's weapon.

It worked.

So what do you think?

That he had a bad clip.

The one he lost.

He's recon harm. He can pull the trigger.

Hey, Webb said he could not be, Mac.

Have they left?

Not just now.

Panther, this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox. Over.

Pressbox, this is Panther. Over.

Panther, what is your position?

Pressbox, Panther.

We are approximately half a click from checkpoint Victor.

Roger. Give me a heads up when you've reached it.

It's a desert storm, but he doesn't have much radio discipline.

We couldn't get him off the horn during the mission.

Pressbox, this is Panther. We are passing the checkpoint now.

Roger that. Press pause down.

Very nice, senora.

Senora.

Sova.

Panther, this is Pressbox.

Panther, this is Pressbox. Do you read me?

Damn it!

All right, get your men at Checkpoint Victor out to the plantation.

I want a car out front, now!

Cordova.

Watch it!

I couldn't shoot, sir.

Too many people in the way.

You saw it.

Didn't you, sir?

As you can see, Sergeant Silva was dead and was of no use to me.

However, I now have a live special assistant to the undersecretary.

And you have a dead Marine.

Have some goat.

I grilled it myself.

Unless, of course, you would prefer... Crow.

Looks like Webb's gonna find out what a strugle wants all by himself.

I knew he never took that jacket off.

Can't we just leave him there, sir? Just for a little while. No, Mr. Roberts, we

cannot.

He may be a pain in the neck, but he came here to capture a drug lord.

Estruga's the bad guy here, not Webb.

You're quite right, Commander.

Alfredo, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to negotiate for Webb's release.

Sir, you must... I know... No, no, no, sir, you do not know.

It has taken me five years to keep my own government from negotiating with

scum. If you negotiate with Estruga, it will destroy all my work.

Mr. Ambassador, forgive me.

I didn't know... No, no, no. It's all right, Alfredo. I like your passion.

Unfortunately, I'm caught between the proverbial rock and a hard spot.

Unless we go in and get him, sir.

Go in where, Commander?

I seriously doubt if Senor Struga is holding Mr. Webb as a guest in his

Could be hiding him anywhere in Colombia.

Senor Rincon, can you contact your embarrer at the villa, see what he

It will keep us from negotiating.

Of course I will try.

Thank you, Alfredo.

Ambassador, you had a hand in getting Southern Command to let Webb use their

recon load, didn't you, sir? You want another pass over the villa? If I were a

true guy, I'd keep Webb close by.

Got it.

Marisol, would you get me General Fuller at Howard Air Force Base in Panama?

And is that copy ready yet?

Yes, sir.

As soon as I get the general, I'll bring it in.

Thank you, Marisol.

What else, Commander?

Any idea what Estruga wants in exchange for Webb?

I assume he wants the indictment dropped against him.

But State will never approve that. Not even return one of its own.

Webb must know that.

I should think he'd look a little more panicked.

Here you are, sir.

Oh, thank you, Marisol.

General Fuller's secretary is on the line, sir.

Ambassador Witherspoon, sorry to get you at such a late hour, General, but I'd

like to borrow Crazy Hulk. We have to overfly that estate again.

Anything the ARL photographs is being downlinked to us in real time.

ARL stands for... Air reconnaissance flow.

Right down on the old treetops.

I am afraid we are having no luck locating my Imbara. I'm sorry.

Press box, Crazy Hawk. Commencing my run.

Yes, sir.

That looks like something a movie star would build in Southern California.

The man has no taste.

Press box, Crazy Hawk.

Run complete.

Ambassador Witherspoon here.

I was going to wait until morning, but your ARL overflights are keeping me

awake. No matter.

I am used to such attention, which is why you will not be able to locate,

Webb. ¿Qué es lo que quieres, Estruga?

Speaking in Spanish is not polite to the other, Senor.

I'm afraid we're all a little tired, Senor Estruga. What is it you want in

exchange for Mr. Webb?

My brother.

Noberto. What?

Do not act so surprised, Rincon, eh?

Or didn't your American friends tell you? We can't share information we don't

have. Oh, really?

Senor Webb knew it?

We didn't. Oh, Commander Raab, my opponent in golf.

I was hoping you were present.

Where is your brother, senor?

Being held by federal authorities in Miami.

He was an altar boy.

Senor Truger, please believe me, this is new information to us.

New or old, you have until six tomorrow to deliver him to the bamboo plantation

if you want to see Senor Webb alive.

I believe you know the way, Commander Rand.

Trust is an issue that works both ways, Mr. Ambassador.

Alfredo. Please, sir, I find it hard to believe that a special assistant to

State would not inform you of such a thing. I don't.

Webb knew we would want to trade Estruga's brother for Sergeant Silva.

It would be another black mark against his already failed operation. None of us

knew, Senor Rincón.

I am tired.

But that is no excuse.

Ambassador, please accept my apology.

Mr. Webb will owe the apology, not you, Alfredo.

Commander, I have a notion to leave her out there.

But you won't, sir.

No, I won't.

But I am going to call the date.

Marisol? Yes, sir?

Can you give me a wash in the room, please? Yes, sir.

More coffee, I know, sir.

Look, there's no sense in all of us losing sleep tonight.

Why don't you people grab some sleep and we'll reconvene here at 6 a .m. Thank

you, sir.

We are not going that way.

We're not?

Of course we are.

But you told the ambassador that we were going to... Someone from the embassy is

leaking information to Estruga. I want them to think we've given up locating

Webb. Did you know this too, ma 'am? Mm -hmm.

How?

When Estruga called us, he knew Sergeant Silva's name.

How could he? Sergeant Silva was dead and he had no ID.

Someone in the embassy had to tell him.

Very good, Meg.

Thank you, Howard.

But the only people you told we were going to bed was Rincon, the ambassador,

and his secretary.

That's right. So how are you going to find out which one it is? You're going

do that for us, bud.

Me, sir?

You, sir.

Wow.

Hi.

Very nice, Major.

You too.

I was always a sucker for dress whites.

You know what they say about dress whites and gold wings.

I want to take Corporal Cordoba with me.

Mac, maybe his weapon jammed, and maybe he couldn't get a clear shot off when

they grabbed Webb, and maybe he can't pull the trigger.

You don't believe that? You wouldn't have defended him to Webb.

Webb is an ass, and I don't want to believe it, but I'm not going to risk

op betting on it. No, but you will risk it betting on your crazy plan.

My fix on the line. And mine, and the recon teams, and Webb's, and even if he

doesn't go, Corporal Cordobas.

You know, you shouldn't have mentioned Webb. He almost blew your point doing

that.

He goes.

He goes.

Attention out there!

As you were.

You go, Corporal.

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you, ma 'am. Don't thank me. It's Commander Rad.

Let's go, Marines.

All right, ma 'am. You heard the Major. Move out.

I won't let you down, sir.

I know you won't, Corporal.

How can I make you feel good?

I'll let you know when it's over.

What'd they say about dress whites and gold wings?

Yeah.

Very overrated.

We'll see.

Good morning, sir. This is Lieutenant J .G. Roberts, Commander Rab's aide.

Good morning, sir. This is Lieutenant J .G. Roberts, Commander Rab's associate.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized to reveal that information.

Commander Rapp.

You have a call, sir?

Washington? No, it's from inside the embassy, sir.

Ambassador Witherspoon?

Sir, this is Lieutenant J .G. Roberts, Commander Rapp's assistant. We know who

you are, Lieutenant.

Oh, uh, you're their... To Senior Marine Con. Good. I wasn't quite sure where

I'd find you, sir. What is it you want, Lieutenant?

Sir, Commander Rapp wanted you both to know that he's commencing an operation

rescue Mr.

Webb starting at 1300 Zulu.

That's 8 a .m. here, sir.

He located him?

Yes, sir. But where?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm not authorized to give out that information to anyone. I

only tell you that an operation approved by Admiral Chedwin is underway using

the Marine Recon Team and Crazy Hawk.

Commander also requests that Senior...

Sir, that's all the information I can give out.

Sparrow, press box, over.

Press box, Sparrow, go ahead.

The invitation's in the mail.

Now we wait and see who shows up for the party.

One of them should have left by now, ma 'am.

Maybe they didn't buy the commander's story about Crazy Hawk monitoring all

communications with Trigger's villa.

Sparrow, Poppy, over.

Poppy, Sparrow, no joy.

We may have to rethink this, over. We still have 59 minutes.

Not me, I got visitors.

Looks like I'll have to guess who the mole is, unless... Poppy, Sparrow, do

read? Over.

They've got him, ma 'am.

Major.

Recon?

I had my money on the secretary.

Let's hope the commander didn't.

He's taking the turn to the plantation.

Good day, Arnold.

You didn't have to wait in the bushes.

Cigars are welcome in my home.

Please, sit down.

Join my game.

I assume I'm the white stone.

They are the ones almost surrounded them.

I take it that this is a diplomatic call.

In a way, I have an offer for you from my government.

The only thing I wish to hear from your government is that my brother is on his

way here from Miami.

He's not, but if you'll agree to be extradited to the United States to stand

trial, I am authorized to guarantee you'll spend no longer than 15 years in

federal penitentiary of your choosing.

Are you really that big a fool or just that desperate, Commander?

Or perhaps, senor, I've simply outplayed you.

I swapped a dead Marine for a live State Department official, and you have

outplayed me?

In a few more minutes, you'll no longer have Webb.

Double agents have a way of becoming triple agents, senor.

Rincon is now working for us again.

He won't answer, not anymore.

I think you're lying, Commander.

But either way, someone is going to die.

Try it, ma 'am.

Let's go, Marines.

Now!

Didn't I teach you to check the fuel gauge at OCS, Lieutenant?

Double time. It's only half a mile to the plantation.

approved the swap.

I knew it. I knew they'd do it.

Commander Rabb was most upset when he learned of Noberto.

I couldn't tell him. He'd have wanted to swap him for a dead Marine.

Better to swap him for you, eh, Mr. Webb?

I don't think you can compare a dead Marine to a live special assistant to

Undersecretary of State, do you? No, no, no, not at all.

Follow me, please.

that we'd get there on time, Lieutenant.

I am, ma 'am.

Mr. Webb?

It's Commander Rapp and the Marines.

They're early.

Take it easy.

They're a few minutes early.

Hey, listen.

You and I are going to have some work when we get back to the embassy, senor.

Don't butt the suit.

Why are you here?

Because you are.

Did you think Senor Webb needed a woman?

I am getting him out of here before Commander Webb does. He has an operation

underway. He knows everything, Senor. Recall.

Everything.

Whatever he told you is a lie.

You needed more money. Why didn't you ask me?

Webb was straight from the vessel.

They can't even arrange a swamp without me. He got you here. He got me here.

And he had his Marines follow me!

Little late, aren't you?

30, 35 seconds.

Sorry about that.

Where's Estruga?

What's going on? We just rescued you, Webb.

But I was to be swapped for Norberto.

Dave said you weren't worth swapping.

You guard the prisoner. We need Cordoba with us.

What unit were you with in the Gulf War, Webb?

Adjutant General's Corps.

It works better.

With the safety off.

Let me have your sidearm, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma 'am.

You play an excellent game of go, Commander.

Thank you, senor.

There's always another game, huh? And I look forward to it in 20 years or so.

Secretary of State called me personally this morning to tell me how pleased he

was with the outcome.

Another gold star on your record?

Well, maybe a silver one.

Listen,

I'd, uh... I'd like to

apologize for some of the things that I said, even though at the time they

appeared to be quite justified.

You don't owe us an apology.

Well, actually, I... I probably do.

You owe him one.

Right.

I have to see this, sir.

He can't do it.

Give him time.

We've only got 46 minutes.

How do you do that?

It's a marine thing.