All language subtitles for JAG S05E01 King of the Greenie Board (1)

Madman 1, this is Red Crown.

We have a pop -up on the surface bearing
250 at 7 miles.

Request you investigate.

Red Crown, Madman 1 is on it.

Camera's ready?

Just point and shoot.

Mile for the 30.

What was that?

First strike in the port engine.

Shutting it down.

We're losing fuel.

Yes, Batman 1 declaring an emergency.

Port engine is shut down.

We're losing fuel. Request priority.

Batman 1, be advised, we have only 1 .5
to give and X -Man is at the pump.

X -Man's breaking off.

Anchor's all yours, Pappy.

Don't cut your fuel short, X -Man. We
can share and wait for the next tanker

You take it all, Pappy.

You're leaking like my 65 Mustang.

Thanks, X -Man.

You're low on fuel. Don't wait around
for me, X -Man.

It's okay, Pappy.

I'm good to the boat.

Batman, this is Warpane Strike.

Dirty up at three miles and shift to
paddles.

Warpane, paddles, this is Batman. Gear
down.

Single engine approach.

Ball, manual, 0 .5.

On the flight deck.

Damage airplane in the groove. All
unnecessary personnel clear of the

area.

Paddles, get him on the first pass.
He'll never make it around for a second.

Batman 1, ball.

Roger, ball.

You're a little low. A little low.

glide path.

Pick it up.

Batman 2. Can't do it, boss, because I'm
sucking on fumes.

Get that Tomcat out of here. We got
another bird with bingo fuel.

Clear the deck.

Batman 2, ball.

God,

he just lost the port engine.

Give me a good post, Mike Griggsie.

Right away, sir.

Well, a minute up there, Pappy.

You all right?

That wasn't exactly your classic X -Man
trap.

Ah, the sun got my eyes.

Really? I thought it was that port
engine you lost.

an engine?

Yeah. What happens when you run out of
fuel?

He's the best little guy.

Aren't you, AJ?

Aren't you the best little guy?

Actually, he'd be better than the best
if he spent his night sleeping instead

testing his lungs all night.

Sure up, mate. Maybe a midnight warbler
will be the next Mick Jagger.

Is that a new recruit I see?

Oh, Colonel.

Congratulations on your promotion.

Thank you. Want to hold him?

Oh, there he goes, sailor. Ah, you must
be why girls go for a man in uniform.

I'm sorry I missed your wedding day out,
but A .J. had the croup. Well, being a

mom comes first.

Lieutenant Sims.

Maybe you know where the file is for the
last command inspection?

Yes, sir. It's right over here, sir.

At least it's supposed to be right here,
sir.

I'm sure I put it there.

Unless I filed it under C.

Well, Tyner, maybe you should look for
it.

Yes, sir.

It's supposed to be right here.

Oh.

And what is your weekly schedule doing
with the special request chip?

I was wondering what it was.

You know, Lieutenant, since you've been
on reserve duty, this office is a bigger

mess than a sack full of damn cats.

It's good to see that somebody scored
away.

Are you ready? Give me what you got. You
know.

Heads up, everybody.

Behold, the first turd on X -Men's
record. Can you believe it? After all

greens, we are talking 14 in a row. The
greatest streak since DiMaggio.

And suddenly, Splat, the king of the
greenie board, the master of the three

wire, an alien, if there ever was one,
steps in the same sorry stuff as the

of us. That is impressive.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just think, if I
snagged the one wire ten more times, I'd

even with the rest of you sluggards.

Hey, Buxton, take another look at the
greeny board.

Someone gaining on you.

Oh, you mean the senior citizen I helped
across the street today.

Six straight greens. Six straight happy
landings. He still won't catch the

uncatchable me.

Attention on deck.

As you were, people.

Before I start this briefing, Buxton,
what were you trying to prove today?

That you're good to the last drop?

No, sir.

I was just trying to help Commander Rav,
sir.

My bird ate too much seagull, Keg.

The X -Man saved my six.

And damn near lost his.

Next time you both take on some fuel,
then wait for the next gas station.

Aye, aye, sir. Aye, aye, sir.

I know Commander I'm trying to court
-martial Pensacola. So why does the

bill say that she's on duty this
weekend?

There must be a mistake, sir. And it's
not the only one, Tyner. I can't seem to

find Commander Matomi's name on here
anywhere.

I believe that's because he's on leave,
sir.

I know that, Tyner.

But for the whole damn month?

Now it seems Lieutenant Sims is
disappearing.

Actually, she's changing A .J.

The baby, sir?

Perfect metaphor for the moment.

You know, Lieutenant, I wish we'd have
cloned your wife.

She obviously did a hell of a lot more
around this office than just raid the

refrigerator when she was pregnant.

Hey, you two are catching cases, right?

Uh, no, sir. We have a plea bargaining
session on the Winrow case.

If my client doesn't like Colonel
McKenzie's counteroffer, the court

starts tomorrow.

It's supposed to be in the docket, sir.

Is something wrong, Admiral?

No. No, nothing that couldn't be fixed
by good old -fashioned lobotomy.

I'm tired.

Two years in the brig, or six months.

Which sounds better to you, corporate or
not? Neither one, ma 'am.

Well, from where I'm sitting, those look
like the only choices you're going to

get.

But I know how to fire the Brimstone
2000, ma 'am.

When you're sober.

I had some drinks the night before.

Yes, ma 'am. But I got my sleep.

Not enough to keep you from missing your
target and burning down 227 acres of

woods at Quantico.

That's not what the Marine Corps expects
from its weapons instructors.

I'm aware of that, ma 'am.

I just don't understand how it happened.

Commander, can you make your client
listen to reason?

Put yourself in his shoes, Colonel.

Even with a lesser sentence, he's still
facing a bad conduct discharge.

He shouldn't expect anything else after
what he did.

Give us a minute.

Do you want to break it, sir?

No, sir.

We'll fight it.

Colonel.

You never told me how you celebrated
your promotion.

Privately. Well, if you ever want to go
public, I'd be honoured to take you to

dinner.

Don't you have a court -martial to lose?

Begging your pardon, ma 'am, but I
believe you've been a tad overconfident.

Mick, your chances would be better
defending Mrs. O 'Leary's cow.

The Great Chicago Fire? Yeah. And the
cow wouldn't have looked so bad if the

fire engine had gone to the right
address.

Oh, thanks for enlightening me.

Okay. So you wouldn't care to have a
wager on Corporal Winrow's fate, would

Oh, let me guess.

Um, loser buys dinner.

Great line. Think alike.

Not if you think we're going to call it
a date.

I'm quoting from the rules of
engagement.

Elements of Command Battle Group 63 may
exercise proportional force only in

order to disengage from units
demonstrating hostile intent or

acts and only for the duration of the
hostile acts. The battle group will pass

requests for use of force to the NATO
force commander.

And if I have to scratch my six, do I
need to phone the president?

Lock it up, Lieutenant.

Obviously, these rules of engagement are
somewhat restrictive.

But we're facing a difficult situation
here trying to keep the Yugoslavians in

line without antagonizing any of our
allies, especially the Russians.

Now, I'd be happy to answer any
questions you have.

Yeah, I was just wondering, since you
are the gentleman from Fleet Jag, if you

would be so kind as to give us a
translation.

I thought I just did that. So, if I get
locked on by a MiG, I can shoot then?

When hostile intent is perceived, you
are permitted to exercise only a

proportional response while asking for
guidance from a higher authority.

Help me, Lord.

But if they fire a missile, we can wrap
their knuckles.

Firing a missile is clearly a hostile
act.

So what? We're just meat on the table
until then? Is that what you're telling

us?

Intention on deck.

Thank you, Lieutenant Aldridge. That'll
be all.

Aye, sir.

Take your seat.

Moan and groan all you like what you
just heard is the letter of the law.

But if a MiG is maneuvering to your six,
you will see a missile come off its

rails before they have a chance to fire
one.

Arm, you're our resident lawyer.

Any problem with that?

It's always a judgment call, Cag, but a
MiG wouldn't be there to send you

flowers. So is that a yes or a no?

We're the good guys, X -Man. We didn't
get that way by pirate first.

Whose side are you on, anyway?

Ours or that legal weenie's? His
designator's the same as yours, X -Man.

ought to be answer enough for you.

All right.

There are no changes in our boundaries.
Waterloo yellow remains 42 kilometers.

Waterloo red is still 20 kilometers.

You go past red, you're violating the
rules of engagement.

Commander Saunders has been designated
to take the reconnaissance package in.

Schmidt, you're search and rescue.

Suppression of enemy air defenses.

Papadakis, Carlson, you're the tanker
king.

Flight leader, Division One.

Harm, I'd like you to take over from
Lieutenant Buxton.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right.

Let's go fly.

General Jennings, that depth charge
you're talking about, it isn't used to

up submarines, is it?

No, ma 'am. It's a drink.

A little more specific, please.

Well, first you have a mug of beer, see,
and then you have a shot glass full of,

well, I don't know, me and Winnie,
Corporal Winrow, we went with bourbon.

Then you drop the shot glass and the mug
of beer.

And voila, a depth charge.

So how many of these concoctions did
Corporal Winrow drink that night in the

boom -boom room?

Objection. The government has just
established that the witness was

That hardly qualifies him as someone
capable of counting drinks.

I'll treat it as an informed estimate,
Commander. Brumby overruled.

Go ahead, Corporal.

Well, we were there from nine until they
closed at two, ma 'am.

Probably a drink an hour, maybe two once
or twice. I mean, our buddy had orders

for Pendleton. We wanted to send him off
right, ma 'am. I'm sure you did.

No further questions.

Corporal Jennings.

You're a weapons instructor at the basic
school with Corporal Winrow, is that

correct? Yes, sir. I've worked with him
the past ten months, sir. And what is

your opinion of him as a Marine, not a
drinker? Well, sir, Corporal Winrow is

the best, sir.

He cares most about the men we train,
puts in the longest hours, performs

on all the tests than the rest of us
combined, sir. I mean, he's hardcore,

Thank you.

Tensions continue to fester in Kosovo
despite the supposed cessation of

hostilities.

are reporting increased activity by
rogue factions of the Serb army who

to terrorize returning refugees in
border areas.

Meanwhile, there are more and more
indications that much of the Yugoslav

Force survived last spring's bombing.
Ranking members of the U .S. military

that Yugoslav fighter squadrons possess
enough Russian -made beings to cause,

quote, significant mischief in the no
-fly zone. Makes you wonder how

Rabbi's doing, doesn't it, sir?

Well, Lieutenant, I try to look at the
big picture.

Problems of one person on a mountain to
a hill of beans and all that. But yes,

the commander does cross my mind now and
then.

Living his dreams, set free from the
courtroom, unshackled from his desk and

mountains of paperwork that plagued him.

Ah.

Could be worse harm.

You'd be trying to sleep on all these
files you put up here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tuna. I thought I put
everything back. How could you tell?

We don't write another sequel to Moby
Dick.

It's a letter to a computer company
trying to harpoon one of our troopers

modem he's already paid for.

Unhappy with your collateral duty,
Commander Ram?

I've got an opening for a substance
abuse control officer if you'd rather

aviators pee.

Not really my field of expertise, sir. I
guess you're stuck being the wing legal

officer. Here.

It'll be a while before I get to this
keg. Put it on top.

Buxton brought charges against his plane
captain.

Gentlemen.

Flight deck, move out 142 at 200.

Nobody feels worse about what happened
than I do, sir.

Well, an apology isn't going to help
your case any, Airman Griggs. It was a

,000 piece of equipment that dropped off
this aircraft.

Yes, sir.

But you've got to understand, I got the
Navy in my blood, sir.

It's like my father and my grandfather.

And the only place I want to be is on
that flight deck.

And working on Lieutenant Bucks and
Tomcat.

He's the best, you know, sir?

That's the general consensus.

You want to tell me what happened?

There was a new pod, sir.

An infrared sensory unit.

We hooked it onto the lieutenant's wing
and then I signed off on the job.

If that was the first time I'd ever seen
one of those things, sir.

It's unfortunate, but it doesn't relieve
you of responsibility.

Get the training, learn the equipment.

It'd be great if you really worked that
way, sir.

But we're undermanned, and I never got
the training.

You did receive a manual instructing you
how to install the pod, didn't you?

Yes, sir, I did.

You still have it?

I can find it for you, sir.

But there's one thing the manual won't
tell you.

The pods are murky.

It slides on the right way.

But, oh, yeah.

This slide's going backwards, too.

So what?

It's his job to know which way is up.

You checked the pod yourself on pre
-flight?

Just like the checklist says, Commander.
You didn't notice any problem?

The X -Man does not have X -ray vision.

Well, I'll make a note of that.

Yeah, there wasn't anything funny when
that pod fell off.

I'd just launched and I was making my
clearing turn.

losing that store -disrupted airflow
over the horizontal tail.

I was below flight deck level skimming
the water. The air boss was yelling,

eject. You didn't eject.

That's because I'm an above -average
aviator, sir.

If I wasn't, that kid would be up on
murder charges.

So do your job, Commander.

Mr. Tennyson, when you say your company
builds the Brimstone 2000 to be used

under less than optimum conditions, what
are you referring to?

Combat, of course.

The weapon may have to take a beating to
give a beating.

That's what I always say. Did the
Widmore Corporation test the Brimstone

under such conditions?

Absolutely, Colonel.

There's never been a shoulder -fired
anti -tank weapon as light and powerful.

We made sure it was as good as we told
everybody it was. Did any of your tests

involve having the weapon fired by
someone who'd been drinking heavily a

hours before?

Objection. Overruled. You may answer the
question, Mr. Tennyson.

No, Colonel. No one who was inebriated
has ever tested the Brimstone 2000.

Would you ever let anyone who was
inebriated fire the weapon?

No, never.

Thank you.

Mr. Tennyson, how many weapons has your
company developed over the past ten

years? A dozen, maybe more. And in
testing these weapons, have any of them

gone off course?

During testing?

Yes. And when that happened, was it
because the operators were drunk?

No.

Thank you.

One last question, Mr. Tennyson.

Since it became operational, have there
been any other mishaps with the

Brimstone 2000?

No, none at all.

Cheer up, Mick. It's almost over.

Is that your final witness?

Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez, the
Marine Zone expert on the Brimstone

I'll prep him, put him on the stand, and
how does Callisto sound for that dinner

you're going to owe me?

Pricey. Perfect.

Check out all the brass.

Looks like feeding time at the zoo.

This is Admiral Arkady Akushkin from the
Russian Navy.

He's our new resident liaison.

Ah, dancing bear, huh?

Hey, they are our allies.

This week.

Batman 1, this is Red Crown.

We have an unknown contact squawking a
garbled commercial airline code bearing

350 at 45 miles.

Angels 15, low speed.

Red Crown, Batman will take it. Batman
3, NORCAP is your responsibility.

X -Man is on it.

Keep an eye on him, Skates.

Copy that.

X -Man, we've got intermittent hydraulic
system lights.

We better turn back.

You need an escort home, Boomer.

Negative.

Pappy, this is X -Man. Boomer's heading
home on a precautionary. I'm pressing on

with the intercept.

Negative, Batman.

Three, wait till I get there.

Tuna, join up on Boomer and escort him
home.

Roger, Batman.

Unknown contact, danger 15, speed 200
knots.

Doesn't sound like he's much fun. Wait a
minute, wait a minute.

What's the problem?

Contact has went to 300 knots.

Now he's at 400.

Bandit, bandit, MiG -29, he's running, I
am engaging.

Batman 3, this is Batman leader, MiG's
always traveling pairs.

What is all I see?

Batman 3, Red Crown, you're at Waterloo
Yellow, disengage.

Disengage.

No way.

Harm,

I've got a second MIG bearing 045.

Closing on X -Man.

Badman 3, you've got a second MIG on
your six.

Did he break off?

Guess he wanted to live more than he
wanted you to die.

Let's go home.

It's not a video game up there,
Lieutenant Buxton.

You do realize that, don't you?

Yes, sir.

I was just trying to exercise initiative
the way I've been taught, sir. You

weren't taught that way.

You ignored a Waterloo call. You
neglected to remember that Migs travel

pairs, and you most definitely would
have been killed if Commander Rabb

been there to save your ass.

They're playing the same game the Iraqis
run on the golf keg. Drag in with one

bogey, clean you off with the other. But
the Yugoslavs have something the Iraqis

didn't. Intel tells us there's a spy
plane up there.

You walked right into the trap, Buxton.

I want aggressive pilots, but you can't
be all plumbing and no forehead.

In a lieutenant's defense, sir.

What he did was not an error of
integrity.

Oh? What was it?

I'd call it more a misguided sense of
urgency.

Oh, it was misguided, all right.

I'm as much to blame as the lieutenant,
sir. I was division leader.

Then teach him judgment.

I always thought you had it.

Yes, sir.

Pay attention to the man, Buxton.

Up there in the twilight zone, judgment
equals survival.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess I'm supposed to say
thanks.

You wouldn't if you knew how hard that
was for me.

Well, why didn't you just tell the keg
that I'm a selfish, irresponsible glory

hound, if that's what you think? He
already knows it.

What he knows, Commander, is how damn
good I am.

You see, Buxton, that is your problem.

You confuse reality with your score on
the greenie board.

Actually, the greenie board is reality.

Catching three wires is one thing, pal.

Flying smart is something else
altogether.

So how come you think you know so much
about me?

Because I used to be you.

General Sergeant Galindez, how many of
your 17 years in the Marine Corps have

you spent handling weapons or
instructing people in the use of them?

Just about all of them, ma 'am. But
you're about to retire, is that correct?

Yes, ma 'am. I'm taking an early out. At
present, I'm on terminal leave.

Have you begun a new job yet?

I have, as training technician for the
Widmark Corporation.

That's the manufacturer of the Brimstone
2000.

That's correct, ma 'am. I instruct
people on its use.

Which is what you did as a Marine.

So, in the course of your duties with
this weapon, did you ever encounter the

defendant, Corporal Winrow?

I supervised his instruction, ma 'am.

Did he ever have any problems with the
weapon?

None whatsoever.

Corporal Winrow became an expert very
quickly.

So, unless Corporal Winrow were somehow
impaired, he should have no problems

with this weapon. Isn't that correct,
Gunnery Sergeant?

No, ma 'am.

Excuse me?

What happened had nothing to do with the
Corporal. The weapon is faulty.

Maybe I misunderstood you, Gunnery
Sergeant.

But didn't you say that Corporal Winrow
never previously experienced problems

when firing the weapon? Yes, ma 'am.

And that was when he was not hungover,
correct?

To the best of my knowledge, ma 'am.

No further questions.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, I'm intrigued
by your description of the Brimstone

2000 as being faulty.

Would you tell us what you mean?

Basically, sir, its guidance system is
unreliable in hot weather.

Explain, please.

Woodmark makes all kinds of claims about
the brimstone's accuracy, but in tests

it conducted privately, the weapon flew
outside the range fan when the

temperature was over 90 degrees
Fahrenheit.

They're still trying to fix the problem.

Which means what in terms of Corporal
Winrow's situation?

On the morning of his mishap, we were at
Black Flag, the first hot day after the

weapon arrived at Quantico.

He would have set those woods on fire no
matter what condition he was in.

How do you know this gunnery, Sergeant?

I visited Woodmark's research department
after hours and I found the documents.

You entered surreptitiously. Yes, sir.
After Corporal Winrow's problem, I got

curious.

Thank you.

That sounds very exciting.

Low on fuel, you shut down one of your
engines.

Of course, my reel was a little
puckered. Weren't you, Duke?

Hey, Arm.

Admiral, this is the fellow I told you I
helped out.

Ah, come join us. Please, Commander, you
must obey.

I am Admiral.

Well,

I never argue with your accent.

So, I understand that you owe your life
to Lieutenant Vox Dumbia? Yes.

Really? Well, all I thought I owed him
was a tank of cash.

You Americans, you make joke about
everything, even danger.

The Admiral here is real interested in
how we do things.

I bet he is.

Right now, sir, if you'll excuse me, I
have a lot of reading to do.

You know, Harm, it looks more like
you're taking up some weight lifting.

A dark day for Semper Fi, eh, Colonel?

Is there a reason you're here,
Commander, or did you just come by to

About the surprising gunnery, Sergeant
Galindez.

Never.

No, I came by to ask about dinner.

You owe me one, remember?

You know, your Corporal Winrow was in no
condition to be firing that weapon.

The judge said it didn't matter. What
can I say?

So I collect those, is it?

No, sorry, I've got to prep the McCarthy
case.

Getting a pizza delivered would be the
best I could do tonight.

Pepperonis and black olives.

Sausage and green peppers.

Well, we could order half and half.

I don't know. I think you're getting off
cheap, Colonel.

I accept.

Why

is

Greggs back on the duty roster?

Keg's dropping charges against him.

On my recommendation. You're letting him
slide?

What, were you going to tell me about
this?

Yeah, I was, in private.

Well, I don't mind.

You can tell me now, sir.

Sure about that, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

The Airman Greggs installed the pod
backwards, but he wasn't the only one at

fault. Oh, I don't believe this.

Flight ops were incredibly intense that
day. The ordnance chief didn't have time

to do his final inspections.

How terrific.

Is there anybody else you'd like to
blame, Commander?

Yeah.

You.

I inspected the damn pod the way I was
supposed to. What did you want me to do,

hook it up myself?

The old wiggle waggle wasn't going to
cut it on this pod.

If you'd read the specs, you'd have
known to move it forward and backwards.

would have fallen off at your feet.

Oh, so now this is my fault. Partly,
yeah.

Doesn't seem fair to make Griggs
shoulder the entire responsibility, does

Griggs is not going back to work on my
plane, sir.

Griggs is a good man.

He thinks you're the greatest pilot
that's ever pulled a G.

He can think whatever he wants.

You're making another mistake.

You know, if you think Griggs is so damn
great, he can be your plane captain,

sir. Fine.

He's too good to be yours.

Excuse me, sir.

X -Men.

X -Men, hang on. What?

You crazy running your mouth off like
that?

You want to get court -martialed? Well,
why not?

I've been shafted every other way they
can think of.

Nobody's shafting you.

Then how come Rab is leaving my
division?

Your division?

Look, Tuna, your roommate will do
anything he can to bury me because he

can't outfly me. Give it a rest,
Buckton. What, you don't think I'm the

I didn't say that.

But that's what you were thinking.

Call yourself the best all you want.

There's no way you'll ever prove it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just watch me the next time
I'm up.

Skip over the part where you say I
didn't ask the right question when I

interviewed you.

That's fine with me, ma 'am.

Why did you wait until you were on the
stand to deliver the bad news?

It's nothing personal, ma 'am, but I
didn't know if I could trust you.

Something about my shifty eyes, Gunny?

Or are you just suspicious of officers
in general?

It's a negative to the first part of
your question, Colonel. As for the

part, it looked like you were buying the
company line.

I didn't know if you wanted a conviction
or the truth.

If I didn't care about the truth, Gunny,
you wouldn't be here.

Yes, ma 'am. I'm aware of that.

Obviously, the truth is important to
you, too.

Or you wouldn't have put yourself out of
that cushy civilian job you lined up.

Well, you know what they say, ma 'am.

Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas.

I'll find somebody else to work for.

How about lawyers?

What kind of lawyers, Colonel?

JAG lawyers.

Of course, you'd have to pass up that
early retirement.

What exactly do you have in mind, ma
'am?

We're looking for someone to run the
office.

Colonel, I'm not a clerk.

No, I doubt anyone would mistake you for
one, Gunny.

But you were a policeman, right?

Yes, ma 'am. Deputy Sheriff back home in
New Mexico. Did it for three years

after my first enlistment, then came
back to the Marine Corps as a retread.

You might be able to help us out with
investigations.

When I'm not counting paperclips, ma
'am.

That's right, Gunny. When you're not
counting paperclips.

The War Crimes Commission has received
reports of possible mass grave sites at

Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie. So, in
addition to your normal patrols, we want

fly low and take pictures.

Maybe I'll put these butchers in jail.

How do you want to handle it, Harm?

Two -two, Keck. Two top -configured
aircraft with cameras, two armed

Fine. One other wrinkle. Our snooper is
back.

A Lear flying under an international
flag.

Supposedly from a news agency.

Our surveillance says it is carrying a
telescope that is gyro -stabilized and

radar -guided.

Any of you seeing Peeping Tom out there
are advised to smudge his windows.

Time for target practice.

Can I help you, Admiral?

I was just being curious to see how our
good allies operate in such sensitive

times.

Please continue. We're just wrapping
things up, sir.

Unless Lieutenant Buxton feels the need
to hear the rules of engagement one more

time. Not necessary, Keg. Are you sure
of that?

Yes, sir.

Very well. Let's fly.

I hope your will's in order, Commander.

Everything squared away?

Standing tall, sir. I've got your power
and alarm cables hooked up so you can

inspect them.

You do good work, Riggs.

Your plane's got my name on it, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Glenda says here that
you did some boxing.

Closer inspection of my nose would
confirm that, sir.

Is your nose any indication on how you
did?

I held my own, sir.

Especially when I was fighting SEALs.

At ease, Gunny.

Well, I can think of one you might have
some trouble with.

Now that you've established a common
interest, Admiral, I was hoping you'd be

intrigued by the breadth of the gunnery
sergeant's experience.

Primary. MOS infantry.

Secondary MOS criminal investigation.

Gunny at the basic school the past 18
months.

So, why'd you leave the sheriff's
department and return to active duty?

I was shot, sir.

Go on.

We were bussing a meth lab outside
Albuquerque. Things got a little hairy

the biker who ran the place and one of
our guys panicked.

He put a bullet in my rear end.

One of your guys.

That's why I came back to the Marine
Corps, sir. A better breed of people.

Navy too?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Well, there are Navy personnel in this
office. If you're going to be the gunny

here, you're going to have to deal with
them.

If I'm going to be the gunny here,
Admiral, they're going to have to deal

me.

It's 65 miles. Inbound mother.

Got him. We have a contact.

Red Crown, Batman 1 contact. We'll take
it from here.

Batman 3, Tuna and I are going hunting.

Photo mission is yours. Bring Boomer
home in one piece, huh?

You know I will.

Tuna, combat spread. Cover my six.

Roger.

Nothing visual yet, Skates. Check right
ten degrees.

Ten miles.

Eight miles.

Start your turn now.

Golly ho!

Tom's in sight.

Let's go say hello.

Knock, knock, knock.

I think he's ignoring us.

464, Charlie Lima, be advised we are
conducting hazardous flight activities.

are standing into danger. Turn north
immediately.

Maybe he's deaf?

Find out if he's blind, too.

Looks like he's going to hang in there.

I'm going to tell us to go pick him's
seat for 100 miles.

Okay, we do this the hard way.

Think he'll make it back to wherever he
came from?

Yeah, and he'll stay there a while, too.

Red Crown, Batman 1, say goodbye to
Peeping Tom.

Red Crown copies.

Bravo Zulu, Batman 1.

Roger.

Switching back to recon frequency.

Batman 3, Batman 1, requesting mission
status.

Happy, I've got a pop -up.

Armored vehicles converging on inbound
refugees.

Suspect refugees in danger.

Bad man free if you haven't been shot
at. Photo bird is clear. Recommend

disengage.

I can't. They're going after those
refugees.

Tuna, close formation.

Smoked them good, Boomer. Oh, you are
the man, X.

Plus, you get all the luck.

Is this the man?

Is this the man?

Is something wrong, K?

Lieutenant Buxton, did you attack
vehicles on the highway east of Zlata?

Yes, sir.

Serb armor about to cut off a group of
refugees, sir.

Those Serbs, Lieutenant Buxton, were
Russian peacekeepers. You killed three

their senior officers.