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Coming up to the drop zone, Gunny.

Should be just over the next ridge.

Roger that, sir!

We got the word!

It's time to leave the nest!

Let's go!

Drop zone in. Three, two, one.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go! What the hell is that?

We are going down. We are going down.

Following in his father's footsteps as a naval aviator, Lieutenant Commander

Harmon Rabb 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.

One helo was a sea king and the other was unknown.

Nanner.

Sorry I'm late, sir.

I was checking out the state statutes on gaming.

Let me guess, Admiral Drake's wife.

Be careful, Major. She's just as stubborn as the Admiral and twice as

I read the flash message on the aircraft incident, sir.

Any words of wisdom you'd like to impart to the commander before he leaves?

I'm not going? Well, from the looks of things, I'd say that your hands are

But, sir, this investigation's on a Marine Corps base.

Commander's a big boy. I don't think he needs you there to protect him.

Any other questions, Commander?

No, sir. Good. Would you send in Lieutenant Roberts on the way out?

Aye, sir.

Miss, you have to fill up this line.

Pack your bags, bud. We're going on safari. Admiral wants to see you. He

I should be going with you.

Oh, of course you should. Burning sun, poisonous snakes, stinging scorpions.

This is a club med for Marines.

Yeah, well, right now that sounds wonderful.

Do you know what the Admiral has me doing?

Freedom of Information Act request, student loan recovery, delinquent car

Oh, and Admiral Drake's wife wants clearance to hold a bingo game at

fundraiser? Yep.

Why am I doing this?

Do you have any idea why Admiral Chugwood is so mad at me?

Same reason we all are mad.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes.

You're aware that Jack has an opening for administrative assistant.

Yes, sir. At ease.

I assume you're also aware that Ensign Sims' detailer has proposed her for this

assignment. That's great, Admiral. Ensign Sims is a very hot worker.

Hard worker.

She's a very nice girl, sir. She'd be a great asset to Jag, sir.

Well, it's not her assets I'm concerned with, Lieutenant. It's her boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

Boyfriend, meaning... Sir, my relationship with Ensign Sims is

professional. I can assure you that we would both conduct our affairs like

officers.

I don't mean affairs, sir.

I mean...

You know. Just don't make me send a chaperone every time you two go to the

room together.

Absolutely not. You can count on me, Admiral.

Good.

Dismissed. Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant.

You're right.

Mrs. Simms is a nice girl.

Thank you, sir.

Any chance she has a sister?

Sir?

It's hard to believe anyone could walk away from this, sir.

How many survived?

All but one, sir.

The recon team all bailed out before the aircraft went down, and the pilot,

Captain Cray, managed a controlled crash that his co -pilot, Lieutenant Flynn,

walked away from.

Captain Cray wasn't so lucky.

What about the men in the other helicopter?

There was no other helicopter, Lieutenant.

We were told this was a mid -air collision between two helos. Well,

we thought too, sir, but all our other birds are present and accounted for.

Well, if they didn't hit another helicopter, then what did they hit?

Nobody knows, sir.

I think they were hoping you could tell us.

Ma 'am?

Harriet.

Welcome to JAG. If this is a bad time, I can come back.

No, it's fine. Come on in. I could actually use the company.

Commander Rabb is investigating a Marine Halo crash while I am stuck here with a

bingo game.

Excuse me, I'm looking for a good attorney. I was told that you're the

Ensign Sims, this is Dalton Lown.

Hi. Hi. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.

I'll check in with you later, Major.

Bye, Mr. Lown. Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, today's a big day.

I thought I'd give you a ride.

That way I can give you my patented pep talk on the way over.

What, do I look like I need it?

You look like you're having second thoughts.

I'm just nervous, I guess.

Hmm.

Is this what you wear?

Uh, yeah. Is something wrong with it? No, no, no.

Not as long as you, uh, wear it with this.

Uh, I can't. Why not?

That's worth more than my car.

Mac, my tennis shoes are worth more than your car.

They smell better, too.

Please, take it as a good luck charm.

I've never had this much luck in my life.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

It's like a giant jigsaw puzzle, isn't it?

Yep.

Looks like they lost a tail rotor.

What is it, sir?

I don't know.

I don't think it came off this aircraft, though.

Something's not right here, bud.

You've got a marine helicopter at 2 ,200 feet traveling at 60 knots.

Collides with another aircraft midair, which shears off its tail rotor. The

rotates down, impacts here, boom.

What happened to the other aircraft?

It obviously didn't impact here.

Not enough debris.

So where's the other crash site?

I'm going to have to ask you people to get back in your vehicle and return to

your base.

This crash site is under JAG investigation.

Not anymore.

This entire area is now under the jurisdiction of the Defense Security

What? Yeah, somebody should have told you we were coming down.

I'm Special Investigator Palmer.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Sorry, Commander.

Don't mean to step on anyone's toes, but like you, I'm just following orders.

Why is DSD involved in this?

Not in a position to reveal that information.

I'm going to have to confiscate your film, Lieutenant.

I don't think so.

Defense Security Division has no jurisdiction over J. We do now.

I'm under executive orders from the Congressional Military Preparedness

Committee. Look, until IME issued those orders, this is my crash site.

Consider yourself issued, sir.

This is not over.

Yes, it is, Commander.

And if you don't mind handing over that piece of evidence, please.

Thank you.

All right, people, let's clean this up.

Sir, why would they take us off this investigation?

I don't know, bud.

Maybe this thing behind your ear will shed a clue.

Send it to Washington and have it analyzed.

I don't like this any more than you do, Commander.

Sir, a Marine helicopter crashed on a Marine base. What the hell does this

to do with the Defense Security Division?

You have a reputation of being quite the pit bull when you want something.

Well, I like to think of myself. I like pit bulls, Commander.

What I don't like is a bunch of Washington pencil necks coming into my

and dumping into my sandbox.

One of my Marines died out there, Commander, and I want to know why.

I want to know how.

And I want to know now.

And if Congress has a problem with that, then they can just come down here and

kiss my Marine green butt.

Yes, sir.

We're all very impressed with your trial record, Sarah.

And at the risk of sounding sexist, it would be nice to look at a pretty face

around here for a change.

Thank you, sir.

We're not in the military here either, Sarah. Please call me Richard.

Oh, Richard, I love litigation.

But right now I work on a case -by -case basis. I deal with individuals, not

with the law.

Now, I know you're preparing to argue a right -to -life case before the Supreme

Court. What you say may change the law.

I want to be a part of that. I want to make a difference.

The partners and I agree.

You would be a great addition to our firm.

And that is why we are prepared now to make you this offer.

Well, go ahead, open it. It's not booby -trapped.

Wow, it's very generous.

It's just the beginning.

Now, Sarah, I know this was a tough decision, and I don't want to rush you,

time is of the essence.

The offer's good until Friday at noon.

Mr. Cray.

My husband was supposed to do this. You know, I've been asking him to fix it for

two months.

Mrs. Cray, I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb. This is Lieutenant J .G. Roberts.

We'd like to ask you a few questions concerning your husband's accident.

Why?

Well, we're trying to figure out what happened, ma 'am, prevent it from

happening in the future.

We understand this is a difficult time for you.

Oh, yeah, what makes you such an expert, Commander?

Well, my father was a pilot, ma 'am. He was shot down in Vietnam.

So, what, is that supposed to make me feel better, Commander?

Because it doesn't.

I don't care about you or your father or the Marine Corps.

If you were expecting to come here and find the grieving widow, I'm sorry to

disappoint you.

As far as I'm concerned, the Marine Corps killed my husband.

That's not true, ma 'am. Oh, no? Prove it.

Well, that's what we're trying to do, ma 'am. That's why we're investigating.

My husband crashed.

My husband died.

It's simple.

And it happens to women just like me every day.

I thought I was different. I thought my husband was better and luckier.

I was wrong.

She's really taking this hard, Commander.

Yeah.

She's still in shock, but she hasn't allowed herself to grieve.

She will.

She has.

She's not taking the flag, sir.

Whatever hit us damaged our tail rotor.

You went into a spin.

Yes, sir.

Merlin controlled the crash the best he could, using just the stick and

collective.

You know, he saved my life.

We were initially led to believe that you had collided with another

Whatever hit us was no helo, Lieutenant.

What do you think it was?

I wish I knew, sir.

Merlin took evasive action, but...

Still clipped her tail.

Any warning on the radar?

No, sir.

Came out of nowhere.

Well, what about the Marines who parachuted out? Did they see anything?

I don't know, sir.

Well, sir, it was big and black.

Like it absorbed every bit of light that hit it.

And it had a crescent -shaped arc of lights that pulsed on and off.

But no other distinct markings, sir.

Did you hear an engine?

Not really, sir.

I felt it as much as I heard it.

It was weird that way.

I had the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

It was like a big shadow passing overhead.

I was thrown out of the aircraft on impact.

I looked up to check my chute, and that's when I saw the helo go down, sir.

This other aircraft, did you see it crash?

No, sir.

So it's possible it flew away?

Yes. I guess so, sir.

Hey, bud, what's up?

DFD.

Yeah, see what I can find out. Excuse me, Major.

You want these? Uh,

how's the commander taking it?

Yeah, I bet.

All right, what else do you need?

Okay.

All right, I'm on it.

You too, Bud. Bud.

Well, how is Bud?

Oh, he's fine.

You know, Bud's a wonderful guy. He's smart, he's funny, he's romantic.

Yeah, Bud.

Sometimes I just think he tries a little too hard, that's all.

He's an officer and a gentleman to a fault.

It's like I'm dating this knight in shining armor.

And that's a bad thing?

Yes, sir. Did you ever try to make love to a man wearing armor, Major?

Does football equipment count?

That was a rhetorical question. I didn't mean to... You're kidding, Harriet.

Oh.

You did great.

Everyone was impressed.

Really, or are you just saying that? No, no.

They loved you. Not as much as I do, of course.

I think that we should celebrate with some dinner. What do you think?

Well, I think it's about time you fed me.

How about, uh, Lucerque?

Uh, Dalton Lucerque's in New York. So is my deposition.

I found out on the way over here. I'm sorry.

Dr. Swenson just became available, and he's the world's leading expert on

euthanasia, and a key witness in our case, so... Well...

I'll drop you off at National, and we can have dinner some other time.

Well, see, I was thinking maybe you could be at the deposition beside me.

I mean, come with me.

Spend the night.

Well, I have to work.

You can take the shuttle out of Kennedy at 6 a .m. and be back at Jag by 8.

Uh, that does sound interesting.

All right, but you can't just dazzle me with opportunity.

You still have to feed me.

Well, I've got a...

Sweet, booked at the Regent.

We could order room service.

Yeah, or not.

This may be the first recorded incident of a military aircraft involved in an

air -to -air collision with an unidentified flying object.

I know it.

I knew it was only a matter of time until you started in with the UFOs. Sir,

until whatever it is that collided with the helicopters identified, it

technically is a UFO. Yeah, so is a seagull until they dig its guts out of

engine, bud.

Oh, thank you for that very vivid picture, Commander.

Haven't you ever heard of the Foo Fighters? The fans?

No, not the band. In World War II, Allied pilots regularly engaged in air

-air intercepts with unidentified flying objects. They called them Foo Fighters.

Until the flying saucer with little green men come down and threaten to

interrupt the Super Bowl, I don't want to hear about it, okay, bud?

Sir.

What, sir?

What the hell was that?

That's what I was telling you about, sir.

The hell is the damn thing?

Keep changing directions.

There's no way that's a plane or a helicopter, son.

Right where we are.

Keep your hands where we can see them. Hold up.

I talked to your admiral today.

I did not tell him that you were detained by a private security force for

trespassing. I appreciate that, sir. He already knew.

There are some very angry congressmen who want me to throw your butts on the

first transport back east.

Colonel, we're not finished with our investigation, sir.

Our friends at the Defense Security Division seem to have finished it for

Mechanical failure and pilot error?

Colonel, that is impossible. There was no way they could make an accurate

assessment of the crash this quickly.

Now, we saw something last night in the desert over the Bradenhurst Corporation,

something I believe is tied in with this crash.

Sir, all I need is 24 hours.

The next transport out of here is full, gentlemen.

You'll have to wait till 1100 tomorrow before you can go back to D .C.

Thank you, sir.

Ensign Sims.

Yes, sir.

Where's Major McKenzie?

She's not here, sir.

I can see that, Ensign. That's why I was asking where she was.

I'm sure she'll be here any moment, Admiral.

Do you know where Major McKenzie is?

Admiral.

Can I have a word with you, sir?

Five minutes, my office.

Okay. Admiral Drake's wife called. She said that she... I called her from the

airport. Okay.

General Craglin called about an affidavit. Fastened from the plane.

Okay. And then Commander Ev wanted you to get him some satellite photos.

I'm getting doors slammed in my face all over town.

I've got a weapons program manager telling me DSD is not my concern.

But I've got people in the field, JAGs that I support, so I keep pressing,

hoping to find the truth. So you can imagine my chagrin when I learn that not

one but two of my officers have been caught trespassing.

I am sorry, Admiral. We were following an unidentified aircraft,

sir, that we believe to have been involved in the crash.

Unidentified aircraft and then UFO.

You're spending too much time in the desert with Lieutenant Robert.

Admiral, we saw something.

My guess is it came from the Bradenhurst Corporation.

Would explain the high security, sir.

The Bradenhurst Corporation is a government contractor. They dispose of

biochemical weapons.

They're authorized to use deadly force. You could have been shot as a terrorist

trying to score sarin nerve gas.

My guess is that's just a cover to keep people away, Mac. No one's going to

advertise this. top secret weapons builder.

Well, they're a defense contractor.

Explain why they're getting assistance from DSD. Somebody's pulling strings for

them. Sir, national security is one thing, but someone has got to be held

accountable for that Marine's death, and that is never going to happen so long

as the Bradenhurst Corporation can hide behind a wall of secrecy. So what are

you proposing, Commander?

Admiral Elton, the Admiral's in.

We need to talk.

Now, come up with a plan, Commander.

Keep me informed.

Yes, sir.

Excuse us, Major. Close the door behind you.

Aye, sir.

You were told to pull your men off the helicopter crash.

They haven't completed their investigation.

DSD wrapped it up.

My men haven't.

This isn't even DSD's jurisdiction.

It is if Bing Pack says it is.

It's called chain of command, A .J. Those on top give orders to those below

them.

Understood. I understand.

I understand somebody's yanking my chain and I don't like it.

A Marine was killed in that accident and I expect answers.

And I refuse to let that go unacknowledged or unavenged. And with

respect, you can go to hell if you think I'm going to let you or anybody else

use that dead Marine as a fall guy.

You want to cross swords with me, Chegwood?

Because if we get into this, you might just find yourself fighting to keep the

bars on your sleeve.

Well, I never met a SEAL yet didn't like a good bar fight, sir.

They sure picked this place clean, Commander.

Yep. This is Lieutenant Commander Rapp, JAG Corps. I sent a fragment to be

analyzed.

Really?

Wow, perfect material for an aircraft.

Who makes it?

As in outer space?

Well, can you find out?

What?

Well, don't hold your breath. Thanks.

Our specimen mysteriously went missing.

How? It doesn't matter, bud.

The technician said it was some sort of space -age composite.

Nothing he'd ever seen before, which proves we are on the right track.

We should use that piece of evidence, sir. Yeah, well, I don't want just a

piece, but I want this whole thing.

Do you

know how beautiful you look tonight?

Not too ostentatious?

No, never.

Are you sure? Because I don't want to stand out.

Well, there's no way of avoiding that, is there?

Hi, Dalton. Sarah.

Well, I hope Dalton has told you how absolutely beautiful you look this

Well, he did his best.

Will someone tell me who took women out of draftees and put them in three -piece

pinstripe suits?

Oh, you deny it, Dalton. Never better, Senator. Never better.

Now, tell me that you're not one of these damn lawyers.

Well, sorry to disappoint you, Senator.

Major Sarah McKenzie.

Judge Advocate General, of course. A Marine?

I fought with the 7th Infantry in Korea. Damn near froze my tail off at Chosun

Reservoir. And I don't remember any Marine majors that look like you.

According to these satellite photos, the Bradenhurst Corporation has two runways

on its property.

Toxic waste is always moved by road or rail. It's never moved by air. It's far

too dangerous.

So why do they have two runways?

Hmm?

Exactly.

The key to this whole thing is behind those gates.

We're going to get the evidence we need, bud. We have to get inside.

Well, I think we already tried that, sir, and if I remember correctly, we

completely unsuccessful.

I don't plan on getting caught this time.

I'm going to get in and get out without anyone ever knowing I was there.

How do you plan on doing that, sir?

You are going to distract them.

Me, sir?

Well, you want me to distract the guys that caught us last night, the guys that

are authorized to use deadly force?

Fine. They may be authorized to use deadly force, but they usually just

you in the knees.

I respectfully disagree, Senator.

There is a limit to what states can be forced to provide.

Now, the Constitution does not require states to furnish all possible medical

care. Let me see if I understand, Jake.

The state is refusing to pay for an operation that may save this woman's

Our argument is that the operation is an experimental procedure that is

clinically inappropriate.

Therefore, the state cannot be forced to pay for it.

What do you think about this, Mr. McKenzie?

I'm not an expert in that area of law, Senator.

Senator, you may be placing Major McKenzie in a bit of a hard place. You

We just made her a job offer.

Oh, well, she'll agree with you, Dick.

Major.

I believe the state should provide equal access to health care and leave the

life and death decisions to God. I mean, let's face it, he is more qualified in

that job than any of us.

Finally, somebody who speaks some sense.

Now, you're not going to hold this against, are you, Dick? Senator, matters

principle have nothing to do with serious job qualifications.

What a world.

Get all this stuff out, sir.

Compliments of Colonel Barrett.

Whatever you do, bud, make sure I have enough time to get in there.

What do I do if they come back?

Name rank and social, Lieutenant.

Not Bradenhurst.

Alpha unit, we've got an explosion outside gate three.

The only way to investigate, we need backup.

On the double. Okay, let's go. Let's go. Let's move.

How are you feeling, Commander?

Like six feet of wall used latrine.

The nausea will wear off shortly.

You were trespassing, again.

Listen, when did Top Secret become everybody's business?

Do you have any idea how many nutcases we have trying to break onto the site?

They think we have.

Crash spaceships, aliens on ice out here. Who are you?

You're not DSD.

Advanced weapons and research.

I saw the aircraft.

I felt whatever the hell that was, you hit me with some kind of new pulse

weapons, my guess. We build weapons here, Commander.

Weapons that your military relies on.

Weapons that save lives.

And why would you try to jeopardize that?

Don't start singing old glory to me.

This isn't about patriotism.

This is about money.

Designing and selling weapons is our business just like it is for cars,

and candy bars. And it's competitive as hell.

There are deadlines to meet and Washington expects results.

You cut corners, you trim costs, you... You push test flights.

Anything to give you the edge over the guy in the secret lab next door.

Sooner or later, there's an accident.

This won't cost a Marine aviator's life.

You will be held accountable.

You know, if I were you, Commander, I'd be less concerned with us and more

worried about how your recent actions will affect your career.

That is, assuming that you still have one when this is all over.

Let's go.

Where's Commander Rav now?

I don't know, sir.

Well, am I to assume the Commander Rabb has been arrested?

Accosted?

Abducted? What, Lieutenant?

I'm not sure, sir. I wasn't close enough to see everything, but I believe they

beamed him.

Like a deer in headlights.

What do you mean they beamed him?

Like with a spotlight?

I believe it may have been a vortex weapon, sir.

A high -powered shockwave. It's the latest in non -lethal military soft

You weren't beamed yourself by any chance, were you, Lieutenant?

I'm not going to let you sweep this under the carpet.

You've got no proof of anything.

This accident was investigated, a cause was determined, and we don't even know.

This is Palmer. We've got a security breach in Section 8.

Roger. Responding to breach in Section 8. Securing all exits.

Teams Bravo and Charlie, respond.

Bravo team, we copy. We're on it.

Easy.

Here it is, the Bravo team.

Is there a truck headed for the gate?

Get in the other truck and follow him. Get down.

Go.

Don't let him get away.

Shoot out the tire.

Sir.

this thing at afterburners.

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

Wrong answer.

You just crossed the line, Palmer.

Then let's try again.

Well, what are you going to do, shoot me? I am authorized to use deadly force.

At least read the signs, Commander.

Do it.

You'd like to play chicken?

Is that it?

Well, who's the chicken now?

Put the gun down. Let's find out.

Looks like we got ourselves a standoff here. This man has something which

belongs to us.

Colonel, I have evidence that the Bradenhurst Corporation have a secret

that collided with your marine helicopter causing the subsequent death

Captain Cray.

You can't prove that.

Yes, I can.

I am taking Commander Rabin to my custody, along with any and all items on

person. And if you don't want the same thing to happen to you, Mr. Palmer...

I suggest you get off my base now.

You got nothing.

See about that in court. Yeah.

Palmer.

I owe him that, girl.

Damn.

And we get the bad reputation.

All right, let's go.

At ease, Major.

You need something?

Uh, yes, sir.

What is this?

My request for terminal leave.

I'm resigning my commission, sir. I've been offered a job at a civilian law

firm.

I thought something like this was coming.

Is that why you took me off the big cases?

You're not happy here?

No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.

It's more complicated than that.

It's about long -term career goals.

You know, spreading my wings.

I suppose there's anything I could say to make you change your mind.

I'd prefer that you didn't, sir.

They're putting me on a big case that's going to be argued in front of the

Supreme Court.

How soon are you going to be leaving?

With your permission, sir, I'd like to begin terminal leave on Monday.

Monday? I'm sorry, Admiral. I know this is short notice. Damn, short notice.

It was a sudden offer.

I have 45 days leave on the book.

You ambush me, Major.

I'm sorry, Admiral. If there was any other way, I... I know it doesn't come

total surprise. My current assignment attested that, sir. Fine. If you want to

leave that badly, consider it done.

You were an asset to the Marine Corps and to JAG.

You will be missed.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

So am I, Major.

So am I.

Major, you are dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Major, I don't mean to sound stupid, but do you really have to do this?

No, I don't have to, bud, but I want to.

I'm going to miss you, Major.

I'm going to be a civilian soon, bud. You might as well get used to calling me

Sarah.

I don't think I can, man.

Have you seen Commander Rabb?

Well, tell him I said goodbye and... to try to keep him out of trouble, okay?

You can count on me, ma 'am.

I know, but... I know.

Trying to sneak away without saying goodbye, Major?

I prefer good luck.

Good luck.

It's been a pleasure serving with you.

Commander, harm.

I know you probably feel betrayed, and there's so many things I need to say to

explain myself.

No, you don't.

It's okay. I understand.

You may not like it, but I'm happy for you.

And Alice.

Not like you're going to Afghanistan. I mean, you're taking a job in Washington,

right?

You'll probably be fighting each other in court again next week.

I'd like that.

That's because you're a masochist.

Those are crying.

People see Marines crying, they get the core of that name.

Permission to hug the commander?

Sure.

I miss you a lot.

I miss you too, Sarah.

She rides you.

Nice car.

Yeah, but it's no Tomcat.