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Vickers is scheduled to appear at an
important hearing.

Colonel Vickers has been accused of
violating the chemical weapons treaty by

providing the African country of Algeria
with nerve gas to use in an attack

against the UN peacekeeping force in
Tunisia last October.

Four American servicemen were among the
dozens killed in that attack.

The apparent fratricide of the four
American servicemen... Yeah? Amos Rabb,

Harmon Rabb, Jr. Harmon, sorry.

Delivered for you.

Could you send a number 23, please?

Yeah.

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 sea.

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.

Lose something, Lieutenant?

Uh, no, sir.

I'd like to speak to Commander Reb,
Major McKenzie, and my office ASAP. Aye,

aye, sir.

Victorian romance or spring splendor?

Hmm? What?

What? I've been trying to get you to
look at these wedding invitations for

weeks now, and if I don't order them by
tomorrow, then they're not going to get

to the printers, and we're not going to
have anything to send people. Fine. The

white ones.

They're pearl.

Sorry.

It's not your fault. It's my mother.
She's driving me nuts with invitations

showers and seating arrangements, and
I'm going crazy.

Well, maybe we should just elope.

That would be so romantic.

Of course, my mother would have a heart
attack.

You think so?

That's not funny, bud.

I'm sorry.

Can I speak with you just for a moment?

Lieutenant,

where are Rab and McKenzie?

I'm going to find them, sir.

I'll be right back.

I like Victorian romance.

Don't you recognize me, Commander?

Let me give you a hint.

Special Agent Clark Palmer.

Surprise.

Did you miss me?

Oh, yeah.

Gee, you're a real master of disguise,
Palmer.

You have to be in my line of work.

Been bugging my place.

How long have you had me under
surveillance?

Long enough.

Long enough for what? Long enough to
know you got two overdue library books,

some serious issues with your missing
father, and your love life sucks.

What do you want, Palmer?

You've got nothing I want, Commander.

This isn't personal.

Not since Iran -Contra has a military
investigation.

garnered this much media attention from
Washington. Where's Rab?

He hasn't shown up yet, sir.

Oh, Dwight Burgess from Justice?

What's your take on Colonel Vickers'
attorney?

Grabaldi's a good lawyer, sir. Knows the
ins and outs of military laws, but

isn't he jagged?

Do you have enough evidence to go to
trial?

Yes, sir, but we still don't think
Colonel Vickers acted alone.

Someone in the Defense Security Division
convinced him to violate the Chemical

Weapons Treaty.

DSD is a Justice Department's problem.

With all due respect, Admiral, the DSD
is our jurisdiction, but this has become

everybody's problem.

Ever since the Cold War ended, the DSD
has become a refuge for every diehard

spook looking for some good old
-fashioned cloak and dagger work.

Security Division does have a reputation
of protecting themselves to the

extreme. I'm not afraid of any of that,
sir.

That's what worries me, Major.

Court -martialing Colonel Vickers alone
won't stop the DSD, sir. A few months

ago, they killed a Marine pilot at 29
Palms. Now this, who knows what's next.

The Department of Justice has been
looking for a weak link in the DSD for

year. Colonel Vickers may be our only
hope, but we need JAG cooperation.

So what's your plan, Major?

Until this, Colonel Vickers had an
exemplary career. The man personifies

but now he's got the blood of four
fellow Marines on his hands, and it's

him up inside.

I think if I offer him transactional
immunity and a chance to redeem himself,

I'll cooperate, sir.

that big cookie sheet of yours?

Oh, never mind. I got it.

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?
What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

What the hell are you doing, Palmer?

You know, you've got great enunciation.

It's very useful for a lawyer, I'm sure.

I guess those high school theater
classes weren't a waste of time after

What, are you writing my biography?

No, just getting to know you better,
Commander.

Well, now that we know all about me,
let's hear your story. I'm not

Sure you are. You're the one in power
here.

What are you, getting back at me for 29
palms?

Oh, please.

Spare me the psychobabble, Commander.

Unless, of course, you want to talk
about your missing daddy.

What, no witty retort?

Why is that?

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me.

How goes the search for Papa Rab?

You know, I hear he's living very well
outside of Kiev. Or is it Smolensk?

Anyway, shame he never calls.

Go to hell.

Enter.

Sir, I checked the entire building.
Commander Rab is not here. I've tried

calling him 20 times. He's not answering
his phone at home, his cell phone, or

his pager. I think the storm has knocked
out some of the local cell sites in the

area. And the beltway, it's a parking
lot.

Lieutenant. Yes, sir.

Breathe before you pass out on my deck.

Yes, sir.

Good. I'll have him see me as soon as he
arrives.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harry.

I was, uh, wondering if you could look
at something in Commander Rabb's office.

Commander Rabb's office?

Yeah, it's a... I have... I want your
opinion on a question of protocol.

Okay.

Is everything okay, bud? You're acting a
little weirder than usual.

You'd be acting weird, too, if you had
this in your pocket.

Bud, I don't think this is the time of
the flick.

Are you going to open it?

Empty. It's empty.

It's empty.

It's not

the

whole time, is it?

Mr. Gribaldi, we need to talk.

It's okay.

I'm listening.

Transactional immunity if the colonel
gives me the names of the others

responsible. All the information he
knows about this and his agreement to

testify when the time comes.

His former employers have a reputation
for tying up loose ends. Get him in

witness relocation.

All right.

That ought to buy him an extra weekend.

He'll never go for it.

Ask him.

Bye.

Colonel Vickers going to buy?

Vivaldi's going to ask him.

But did you find Commander Rapp?

No, ma 'am.

Well, until harm shows up, you're co
-counsel.

Wish us luck, sir.

Break somebody's legs.

All right, Biden.

It's over with.

Ladies and gentlemen, in light of the
reporters outside this building, and for

the sake of expediency, I'd like to
remind counsel we're here today for an

Article 32 hearing, not a trial.

The decision whether or not to proceed
with a court -martial will be determined

by the evidence presented here today.

Now, that said, Major McKenzie, is the
government ready to proceed?

No, sir.

The government requests a continuance
until tomorrow morning. On what grounds,

Major? The lead counsel, Lieutenant
Commander Rabb, is not available, Your

Honor. Your Honor, my client has been
put through enough by the prosecution

without adding insult to injury with the
endless delay. What endless delay? I'm

asking for a 24 -hour continuance. The
prosecution is stalling.

Counselors! Major McKenzie, as co
-counsel on this case, I'm sure you're

of handling this hearing yourself.

Yes, sir. The government's motion for a
continuance is denied, Major.

Now proceed with your opening statement.

I don't care how you do it, bud, but
find harm and get him here ASAP. Okay.

Keeping me here is a waste of time,
Palmer. Major McKenzie can handle this

by herself.

You don't really believe that, even
though it's probably true.

Look, if I don't show up, they're going
to send someone here looking for me. Who

said you won't show up?

You just won't be yourself when you do.

But we are going to miss you.

What are you talking about? I'm not
going anywhere.

When they transfer you.

Married officers can't serve in the same
chain of command. You know that, Harry.

I'm the leader of a cyber team, Major.
Would you please tell the court what

acronym stands for, Captain? That's the
Marine Corps' Chemical and Biological

Incident Response Force.

We're brought in whenever there's an
incident involving chemical and or

biological weapons.

Were you called for the incident in
Tunisia that occurred on October 7th,

Yes, ma 'am. Please describe what you
found there.

It was pretty ugly, ma 'am. The
peacekeepers set up an emergency post in

abandoned aircraft hangar, which is
where this chemical attack occurred.

It took us 18 hours to get to the hot
zone, and by then another 40 or so

had been exposed, which in this attack
was an agent known as Thoma Nerve Gas,

GD for short.

And what happens to an individual who's
exposed to Thoma Nerve Gas? A small dose

causes headaches, nausea, loss of
vision, and hallucinations.

The Red Cross workers and Tunisian
soldiers who arrived on the scene before

had to be treated for these sort of
symptoms, ma 'am.

What about the U .S. servicemen and
refugees who were exposed to higher

They weren't so lucky, Major.

Soman attacks the central nervous
system. It shuts down the respiratory

function. Those people experience
violent cramping, vomiting, convulsions,

ultimately death.

In other words, a cruel and painful
death.

Yes, ma 'am. Very.

Objection.

This grotesque exhibition has nothing to
do with my client or this hearing. On

the contrary, Your Honor, this has
everything to do with this hearing.

Mr. Grabaldi would like us to lose sight
of this fact, but we can't, because

this is what's in store for us if we do.

Would you please tell the court how the
nerve gas was delivered to the attack

site? It was delivered in 105 shells,
which had been modified to deliver a

binary nerve gas system.

Is this the type of shell casing we're
talking about, Captain? Yes, ma 'am. And

where were these shells manufactured?

Here, ma 'am, in the USA.

How was your nap, Commander?

Who are you working for these days,
Palmer?

DSD or the CIA?

Does Clayton Webb know about this?

Webb? No.

Mr. Webb is very careful not to get his
hands dirty.

That's why the company has wet boys like
you.

Wet boys?

You've been reading too many spy novels.

They call assassins these days, isn't
it?

It's a vulgar term coined by some
government geek.

with an overactive imagination and a
love of juvenile catchphrases.

I prefer to think of myself as a
forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can walk up to some
poor soul, put a gun to the base of his

skull, and blow his brains out of his
forehead.

But it takes true artistry to have that
same guy choke on a hot dog at a

baseball game in front of 15 ,000 people
or suffer a stroke on the dance floor

at his daughter's wedding.

Now, you said that these shelves were
modified.

Yes, ma 'am. They're hollow shelves,
originally designed to be packed with

propaganda leaflets. But these weren't
used to drop propaganda leaflets, were

they? No, ma 'am.

I don't expect you to appreciate the
kind of work and planning that goes into

something like this, Commander. It's
still murder?

Yes, Commander.

I know how you feel about such things.

In fact, I know how you feel about just
about everything.

That's what makes this all possible.
You're very predictable.

Dress whites and moral conviction.

And of course we won't mention the
number of lives you've taken.

Don't compare yourself to me, Palmer.

I never took a life that didn't threaten
my own or someone else's. Do you even

know how many people you killed?

I'm not keeping score.

Eighteen confirmed that I'm a wearer.
That's absurd.

Is it?

I thought you didn't keep count. Or is
it simply that you've lost count?

You want me to tell you about them?

Help jog your memory?

Let's see, there was two Libyan pilots
over the Gulf of Sidra, one Vietnamese

emissary, two Iraqi soldiers.

Don't forget to add your name to the
list, Palmer.

We manufacture Stoneman nerve gas, don't
we? No, ma 'am, not anymore.

But we did at one time, did we not? Yes,
ma 'am. In fact, we have tons of it

stored at the Toella Army Depot in Utah,
don't we?

Objection irrelevant.

Sustained.

Have we not given nerve gas to other
countries like Britain? Yes, ma 'am, but

for research purposes only.

That's the official designation. But do
you know for a fact that we've never

supplied a foreign country with nerve
gas, Captain?

No, ma 'am.

Thank you. No further questions.

Captain, could these 105 shells have
been used with conventional warheads?

Yes, sir.

The Chemical Warfare Treaty prevents us
from supplying biochemical weapons to

any country. Isn't that correct,
Captain?

Yes, sir.

Do you have any way of knowing where the
soma nerve gas used in the attack

originated? No, sir. So then, the nerve
gas could have been stolen from a lab in

the Middle East or purchased on the
Russian black market for all we know,

correct? Yes, sir. Those are both
possible scenarios. In fact... The

could have even manufactured this nerve
gas by themselves, couldn't they?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Dr. O, Captain Pasternak has just stated
that the Algerians could manufacture

their own nerve agent. As a chemical
engineer, do you concur?

Yes, given the proper equipment and
supplies.

What sort of equipment are we talking
about? The same sort of equipment one

requires in the chemical manufacturing
of insecticides and herbicides.

Bug spray and weed killer?

Yes. Root spray is essentially nerve gas
for insects.

If you increase the concentration,
you've got a chemical agent that's

humans.

Is this the sort of equipment that we're
talking about?

This is exactly what we're talking
about.

The government would like to enter into
evidence an invoice from the Department

of Agriculture for chemical
manufacturing equipment.

which was sold to Algeria, designated as
agricultural in nature, but as we just

established, has a deadly dual purpose.

Thank you, Dr. O. No further questions.

Oh, Admiral, let me get this stuff out
of your way. Sorry.

The wedding plan's coming.

In a word?

Horrible. I don't think I can pull this
off.

Sure you can.

Just need to stop thinking like a bride
and start thinking like an ensign.

Sir? Well, don't treat it like some
elaborate wedding. Tack it as if it were

precision military operation.

Look.

City arrangements, right?

No, battlefield plan.

Wedding party table.

Base of operations.

Friends of the bride.

Allies?

Uncle Larry and Grace Hoboken. Enemy.

Very good.

Thank you, sir.

Cool.

Mr. Spratt, as Undersecretary of the
Agricultural Development Alliance, you

authorized the sale of this equipment to
Algeria. Yes, I did.

Why? We're committed to helping
countries like Algeria develop a solid

agricultural base.

An adequate food supply is the first
step towards economic and political

stability.

Herbicides and pesticides play an
important role in this process.

But are you not aware of the potential
for misuse of such technology, such as

the development of chemical weapons?

Of course, Major. That's why all such
transactions must be approved by the

The Defense Security Division?

Yes, ma 'am. And who specifically must
authorize the sale of this equipment?

Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

The government would like to introduce
into evidence a copy of a DSD approval

for the sale of this equipment
authorized by Lieutenant Colonel

Thank you, Mr. Spratt. No problem.

Undersecretary Spratt, have you ever met
Colonel Vickers before?

No. Have you ever talked to him on the
phone?

No.

So, in fact, this piece of paper is the
only correspondence that you

have ever had.

Yes. Could it not be a phony?

Could someone not have forged...

Colonel Vickers' signature.

Objection. All ruled.

You may answer the question, Mr. Spratt.

Well, I suppose it's possible... Thank
you very much, Mr. Spratt.

No further question.

Bass ring a bell, Commander?

You've been watching too many Mission
Impossible reruns, Palmer.

I fooled you to get in here, didn't I?

You said yourself I'm a master of
disguise.

I was being facetious.

Well, don't you feel like an ass now?

Kind of spooky, huh?

You still don't have my voice.

Neither do you, since you came down with
that nasty flu bug and spent the night

in... Emergency.

They only use psychos for this kind of
work, Palmer.

So what kind of a man becomes an
assassin?

I don't know.

What kind of man becomes a lawyer, Rab?

A guy that believes in justice.

I believe in justice.

I think we just have a very different
approach.

So you're going to kill Colonel Vickers
to keep him quiet, huh?

You're not understanding the intricacies
of global politics.

The New World Order is exactly like a
giant chess game, and sometimes you've

to sacrifice a pawn in order to save
your king.

I see the DSD has become an organization
of thugs.

Well, I feel sorry for you, Palmer.

You're so far over the edge, you don't
realize it, but Vickers isn't the ball

guy here.

You are.

Don't try to play mind games with me,
Commander.

You don't have the talent for it.

I seem to recall beating you in the
desert the last time we met.

You think so?

Tell me, how's the big case against the
DSD and the Bradenhurst Corporation

coming along?

Justice Department will get a
conviction.

Not in your lifetime.

Actually, that's only a matter of a few
hours at this point.

Dinner?

Sir,

I know you're busy.

But I was just wondering...

How my wedding to Lieutenant Roberts is
going to affect my duty here at JAG.

Well, as you know, it is against regs
for spouses to work within the same

of command, so you will have to transfer
back to the Inspector General's office.

Yes, sir.

However, your performance has been
outstanding.

So, even though you'll be officially
working for the Inspector General, I'm

going to ask that you be permanently...

A sign of his office.

You can do that, sir?

Admiral's privilege.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Well, consider it part of your wedding
gift.

That'll be all.

You gonna poison him?

Even you must see the irony, Commander.

No, Colonel Vickers is not the innocent
victim you'd like to believe.

He was handpicked for the DSD.

So you could manipulate him.

Get him to sign off on your dirty deals.

It's a shame to have to kill him.

Good help's hard to find.

You're not going to release Thelman
nerve gas in a courtroom.

No.

Thelman, Theron, VX2, those are old
school.

This is the new kid on the block.

Ten times more lethal, virtually
undetectable, and best of all, no

You'll be exposed.

Don't worry about it, Commander.

I eat right.

And I carry protection.

Prosecution calls Corporal Cheryl
Dupree.

Objection, Your Honor.

We all know what happened in Tunisia,
and the Major has already pointed out

effects of the attack.

I do not understand what Corporal
Dupree's testimony could possibly add.

Corporal Dupree is a victim of the
attack who has to deal with the pain and

suffering every day. I think we owe her
the respect to hear her testimony.

Overruled.

Proceed, Major.

What about the other people in the
courtroom?

Hopefully their exposure will be kept to
a minimum.

Hopefully.

I'm not a mass murderer, Commander.

If I was, I'd simply fire a dragon into
your JAG headquarters and blow Vickers

to hell along with everyone else and
chalk it up as collateral damage.

Not my style.

No, I forgot.

You're an artiste.

What happened to you, Palmer?

What could possibly happen to a person
that caused him to lose every shred of

human compassion?

Stay in Washington a few more years.

I had just... I stepped into the hangar
when I heard the explosion.

I froze for a moment, but then my marine
training took over.

I raced out to grab these two little
refugee girls.

I didn't realize it was a chemical
attack until I was about halfway to them

my eyes started burning.

My lungs were on fire and I could barely
breathe, but I kept going.

I was saving those two little girls, but
it didn't matter.

By the time I got to them, the girls
were dead.

I'm in pain every day.

My husband can't touch me.

I can't even pick up my three -year -old
son, Adam.

The gas burnt out my tear ducts.

It's been fun, Rav, but I gotta go.

Got a case to try.

Or rather, you do.

In fact, you're gonna question Vicar so
hard, the poor man will die of a heart

attack right there in the courtroom.

Imagine the headlines.

Jag lawyer questions man to death.

And then he'll return home, devastated
by the day's events, and die in a freak

fire.

So you think the coroner's gonna wonder
about the restraints of my hands and

feet, Palmer?

By the time they put this fire out, Rab,
they'll be lucky to find your teeth.

This charge is set to go off in eight
hours.

So if I were you, Rab, I'd find peace
with my maker.

And don't bother trying to Houdini out
of this, because I've got a trigger

to this motion sensor.

You may be wondering, if he's going to
kill me, why doesn't he just shoot me?

Quite frankly, Rab, that's not my style.

But don't worry.

Hell, you're as good as you think you
are.

You'll be in heaven before you know it.

And if I'm not, I'll save you a seat in
hell.

Well, that's comforting.

Does the government have any more
witnesses, Major? Yes, sir.

The government calls Colonel Vickers to
the stand.

Your Honor, I think counsel is confused.

She can't call the accused to the stand.

I want to hear Colonel Vickers tell the
court that he's not responsible for what

happened to Corporal Dupree. Your Honor,
this is outrageous.

Major, you know Colonel Vickers can't be
forced to testify against himself. I'll

do it, Your Honor.

Sit down.

I don't take orders from civilians.

I'd like to make a statement, Your
Honor.

You don't have to, Colonel.

I understand, Admiral.

But if it pleases the court, I'd like to
take a stand.

Your Honor, as defense counsel, I cannot
allow this to happen.

Colonel Vickers, if you take a stand and
make a statement, you will also be

subject to cross -examination by the
prosecution.

I understand, sir.

Take the fifth.

You can take the fifth. Take it.

The United States has become the world's
protector.

We help those who can't help themselves.

It's one of the things that make America
great.

But unfortunately, we can't be
everywhere at all times.

So we try to give those countries a
means to defend themselves, hopefully as

deterrent to their enemies.

Now, my assignment with the Defense
Security Division was foreign military

sales.

And yes, I approved the delivery of some
weapons to the Algerians.

It was one of our ways of building up
security against Libya.

But I swear to this court, to Corporal
Dupree, and to all the other victims

I would have never, ever approved the
sale of any weapons, chemical or

otherwise, if I thought for a moment
that they might be used against any

Americans.

Now, I'm sorry for what happened. I am.

And I wish I could change it somehow,
but I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're a witness, Major.

Would you approve the sale of weapons if
you didn't think they'd be used against

Americans? I just said that I wouldn't,
Major.

No, sir.

You said you would not allow the sale of
weapons that might be used against

Americans.

What if you thought they'd never be used
against Americans?

What if someone in the Defense Security
Division said, Hey, it's okay.

The Algerians won't use this against us.
They're our ally.

Would you look the other way and approve
it then?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

Overruled. Colonel?

Commander, are you all right?

Sir?

What?

There's a bomb right to a motion sensor.
It's plugged into the wall socket. Pull

it out. What? Behind you. Follow the
wire. Hurry.

Now. I'm late for court, Admiral. I'm
aware of that, Commander.

Major McKenzie, sir. Now, Rab.

Colonel, you admit you approve the sale
of the 105 howitzers to the Algerians

who launched the attack.

I approve the sales, yes.

And you approve the sale of several
hundred 105 artillery shells which were

to launch the nerve gas.

Yes. And you approve the sale of
chemical manufacturing equipment.

No. No?

Well, you signed the approval.

This is your signature, isn't it?

Looks like mine. I'll take that as a
yes, sir.

So within a period of less than a month,
you approved the sale of everything the

Algerians needed to make a nerve gas
weapon and launch it against our

peacekeepers. I told you that I would
never approve the sale of any weapons...

If you thought they'd be used against
Americans, I know, Colonel.

But you did.

Save your breath, bud. Nobody can hear
you.

Look, we're going to be all right just
so long as we don't move and trip the

motion sensor.

The bomb isn't set to go off for almost
eight hours.

What are we going to do until then, sir?

We are not going to move, bud.

Okay, sir. I'm trying.

Does anybody know you're here?

Major McKenzie. She sent me to find you.

Who did this, sir?

Special Agent Clark Plum.

Man, I really hate that guy. Me too.
Don't move your head, bud.

Uh -oh.

What?

I'm getting a charley horse, sir. Don't
you dare move, Lieutenant. That's an

order. Aye, sir.

The only thing that I can't figure out
is why, Colonel.

You know this area better than anyone.

It was your duty to ensure that
something like this wouldn't happen. So

it?

I don't know, Major. If you overlook
something or mistakenly approve

that you shouldn't have been, it's a
tragic mistake.

And I'm afraid you've been negligent in
your duty.

But if this wasn't an accident...
Objection! Is the Major going to ask a

question? Sustained.

Major, do you have a question?

Yes, Your Honor.

Then please ask it.

Do you know the penalty for assisting or
inducing in any way the acquisition of

chemical weapons?

Yes. What is it?

Imprisonment. Life imprisonment.

And if such action should result in the
death of another person, it's the death

penalty, sir.

Sir, I spent the night in the emergency
room. I had an allergic reaction to some

antibiotics I was taking.

My throat started to close. My face
swelled up like a balloon.

I still don't quite have my voice back,
sir.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, sir, I'm fine. I feel better than
I look.

Well, you still should have called.

Well, sir, I would have, but they
knocked me out with some painkillers. I

here directly from the hospital when
they wore off.

How is the major doing, sir?

I understand she's holding her own.

I'd like to get in there and help as
soon as I can, sir.

Dismissed.

Commander, General Trenton called this
morning.

I want to know about the Hirsch case.

Let's know what our position is.

The Hirsch case, sir.

Captain Joe, where are you?

Marine carrier pilot?

Charging him with Article 111, sir.

Doesn't matter if it was...

cough syrup or draft beer, he was
intoxicated while operating an aircraft.

As you were.

Colonel, I know what the Marine Code of
Honor means to you.

I know that you would lay down your life
to protect the principles by which you

live. And I would like to believe that a
Marine of your character would not

knowingly sell chemical weapons to
Algeria or anyone else.

But it happened.

You didn't want this to happen to
Corporal Dupree, but it did.

You might have been able to prevent it,
but you didn't.

Four Marines and 37 others are dead,
either because of what you did or

of what you didn't do.

I'm asking you as a man, as an American,
as a Marine, were the Algerians allowed

to develop a chemical weapons system?

And if so, under whose authority?

I'm not asking for a confession,
Colonel.

I'm offering you one last chance at
redemption.

Yes.

We afforded them the equipment they
needed.

All right, good, but cut me out of here.

Hurry up.

What about the bomb?

What about it? I'm not going to defuse
it, and I'm certainly not taking it with

us.

We'll call the bomb squad from the car.

Where the hell have you been?

I spent the night in an emergency. I
have a strep throat.

You look terrible.

I'm fine.

I got him harmed.

Vickers confessed to helping the
Algerians acquire chemical weapons.

I think he's going to give up some names
in the DSD.

I got here just in time, then.

Major, is the government ready to
proceed?

We are, Your Honor.

What are you doing?

I have the smoking gun.

What smoking gun?

What does the colonel make these days?

Not enough.

Really? According to your bank account,
you have almost $300 ,000, Colonel.

Yeah, I wish.

Let me finish.

Back off, Sarah.

I'd like to enter into evidence the
financial records of a Cayman Isle bank

account belonging to Lieutenant Colonel
Vickers.

Objection. Your Honor, this is evidence
that has not been disclosed. That's

because it was just uncovered less than
20 minutes ago, Your Honor.

Overrule. I'll allow it.

Are you selling American -made weapons
under the table, Colonel?

No. How do you explain this bank
account, then?

That must be some sort of mistake.

Well, I think the only mistake was you
thinking you could get away with this.

Sir, there's a restricted area. You'll
have to turn around.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rapp. I'm
supposed to be in that corner.

Commander Rapp is already in court, sir.

He's not Commander Rapp. He's Commander
Rapp. He is in disguise that he made. He

drugged him and made a mold of his face.
Let me speak to Admiral Chegwick.

He also is in court, sir. Out of my way,
Staff Sergeant. That's an order.

DSP had nothing to do with this one, did
it, Colonel?

You were the lone gunman on this job.

No, that's not true.

What the hell is Arab doing?

You sold the Algerians chemical weapons
for cash.

Four of your fellow Marines died for no
other reason than greed.

Your greed.

Objection. Your Honor, prosecution is
badgering the witness.

Yes, sir. Stay.

Wait right here until I get someone to
straighten this out, okay?

The court will take a 20 -minute recess.

Cass, get everybody to get the hell out
of here!

Commander Rav didn't do it, sir. Agent
Palmer disguised himself as harm in

to kill Colonel Vickers.

Commander Rav, you all right, sir?

I'm fine, Corporal.

Detain this man. Call the civil
authorities. All right, sir.

In here, let's go.

All right, keep them on the speed.

Five.

Four.

Five.

One. Two.

It's breathing.

What's that for?

I wanted to make sure it was you.

Harman Rab in my life is enough.

More than enough.

Well, thank you, Admiral.