All language subtitles for JAG S05E25 Surface Warfare

We're ready to go to shore to get one.

You sure about that?

Newborns are going to miss Navy Grub.

We're Marines.

We send.

Launch them. Aye, sir.

Bridge, TAO, our PV target aircraft has
been launched. Request batteries

released. Permission granted.

Release batteries.

Release batteries. Release batteries.

Sir,

we have a problem. Bridge, TAO, we have
an apparent circuit card casualty to our

remote control panel.

Local control panel will take over.
Should we have the target aircraft go

again?

HR plus three.

Negative. Tell local control panel,
release batteries.

LCP, take control. Release batteries.

Wow.

Release batteries, aye, sir.

I have recommend fire, sir.

Then do it, Robert.

Cease fire!

What? Cease fire! Cease fire, aye, sir.

What happened?

I cannot tell you how honored I am. That
makes him sound inarticulate. Like, why

can't he tell them?

Come on.

It is with great humility I accept this
honor that... Wimpy!

Hamilchegwin is not wimpy.

Well, then maybe he should be writing
his own speeches.

Is there something the matter, dear?

You're making me look so fat.

Honey, you're pregnant.

You're supposed to look fat.

How fat am I supposed to look, bud?

Like a station wagon? Like a blimp?

Like Mount Washington? What?

Why don't you just buy a new dress?

Because it'd be a waste of money.

Unless we're invited to accompany the
guest of honor to the surface warfare

every time I'm pregnant, which I
guarantee you I will never be again.

Hello?

Yes, this is Lieutenant Roberts.

That's right.

What happened?

What is it?

When?

Were there any casualties?

What is it?

Just a second. It's my little brother.

He almost killed 15 Marines.

His ship is taking part in an amphibious
landing exercise off the Florida

Panhandle, sir.

Oh, the one that local environmentalists
are launching rowboats to interfere

with our operations?

Yes, sir, and flying kites, too.

Mikey's on the Wake Island. He's a fire
controlman on the Sea Whiz gun.

Oh, I thought he was training to be a
radar operator.

Well, he changed his mind. He gets to
use radar as a fire controlman, and he

gets to fire a gun that shoots 6 ,000
rounds a minute.

I suppose that sounds like more fun.

Well, unless you're one of the Marines
in the Amtrak that nearly got hit, sir.

That was your brother's fault?

They haven't started an investigation
yet, but they're blaming him.

I'd like permission to go out there,
sir.

Lieutenant, you can't investigate a case
involving your own brother.

I know, sir, but I can defend him if it
goes to a court -martial, and I can

start preparing it just in case.

Sir, I've already finished a brief on
the Hernandez appeal, and Lieutenant

Finger can take care of the pretrial
motions on Curtis.

Roberts, I have to give that damn speech
in three days.

I'll be back in time, sir.

Take your laptop.

Power Nighthawk 04 recording final.

04, you are clear to land on spot 5.

Brought to you by Spot 5.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island, sir.
Right display.

He's right through here, sir.

Thank you.

Bud!

Lieutenant!

Just Bud.

At ease.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to help you if I can.

They say I messed up the known gate
sectors, Bud, but I didn't.

Maybe I did.

Mikey, they haven't even done an
investigation yet. Why are you in the

Told the XO I didn't do anything wrong.

A little too loud, I guess.

Captain's mask.

He gave me bread and water three days.

My dad was right about me.

Can't do anything right.

Mikey, that's not true.

Besides, I wouldn't believe what dad
said about anybody.

Oh, you got away from me. You were smart
enough, bud. You are too.

I nearly killed those Marines.

It was my gun. It was my responsibility.

We don't know that yet.

I made petty officer third class, bud.

I didn't tell you. I wanted it to be a
surprise.

Captain busted me back down to semen.

I'll probably go all the way to
apprentice.

I'll just do my time, and I'll do the
Navy a favor, and I'll leave.

So, are you taking Renee?

Yeah. You know, she canceled her trip to
Hollywood because she can hobnob with

movie stars anytime, but something
called surface warfare balls her once

-lifetime opportunity.

How about you?

I'm going stag. I don't want to date
someone 10 ,000 miles away.

If you'd like, ma 'am, I could ask my
date if he has a friend.

He's a lieutenant commander, signed to
the Joint Chiefs.

You ought to take her up on that, Mac.
You get an escort and help your career

the same time.

Stag will be fine.

But thanks. Yes, ma 'am.

Let me know if you change your mind.

You could have insulted her. That crack
about helping my career?

No, ma 'am. He couldn't. It's a big
Navy.

We all need to be practical.

Your brother's a great guy, sir.

He's really training me great.

Thank you, Seaman.

You were there when it happened?

Yes, sir.

We were shooting at a self -propelled
drone.

Practiced in knocking down incoming
missiles.

It was really cool, sir.

I guess it was up to a point.

I saw your brother dial in the known
gate detectors.

Just like he was supposed to.

Now, what exactly are those, Seaman?
They block the gun from firing in a

direction, sir.

Like the direction the Marines were in?
That's right, sir.

People were pretty upset after the
mishap. The Marines were looking for a

So my brother's a scapegoat. I don't
know about that, sir. He was firing the

weapon.

Well, do you think he screwed up? I
checked his panel after the mishap, sir,

the no -engage sector was set right from
170 to 210, relative to the orientation

of the ship.

That's where the Marine Amtrak's were
supposed to be. So it wasn't his fault.

Sir, maybe he realized he messed up.

then reset the sector before I got to
it. Or it was a mechanical problem.

I can't find one, sir.

And we have stripped that gun clear down
to the deck.

You say that the Amtrak was supposed to
be in the Nolengate sector.

What if it was?

Then, Lieutenant, you're going to have
to tell it to the Marines.

We were heading towards shore, sir,
getting pushed around pretty good by the

current, and I looked out the window and
saw rounds hitting the water.

Now, you were steering, Lance Corporal?
Yes, sir. I was the driver.

I thought this was already settled, sir.
It was that sailor.

I spoke with the wave guide officer. He
said that he had to correct your course.

Yes, sir. We were Romeo, Romeo, too far
to the right.

But I did correct it.

How do you know that, Lance Corporal?
The Amtrak doesn't have radar, does it?

No, sir. We generally orient ourselves
to a point on shore, like a big tree.

You were two miles out. Could you even
see a tree?

No, sir.

It was kind of hazy.

How do you know you weren't off course?

Because I was with the other Amtrak,
sir.

How do you know that they weren't off
course?

Howdy.

Lieutenant, is this a safety
investigation?

No, sir. A Jagman investigation?

No, sir. Actually, it's unofficial.

Well, don't they give you enough
official work in the Jag Corps to keep

busy?

Yes, sir. It's just... My brother is
theming Mike Roberts, sir.

Just say they'd almost killed Lance
Corporal Sheets here. Maybe, sir. That's

what I'm trying to find out.

Dismissed, Marine.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now, what would Lance Corporal Sheets
know about this?

Well, he might know whether his Amtrak
was in the correct position, sir. I

with the wave guide officer who said
that they had to correct their course.

he? Now, you're not trying to weasel
your brother out of trouble by blaming

men that he endangered, are you?

Sir, I'm just trying to establish if
there might have been a contributing

to the mishap.

And this unofficial investigation is
over, Lieutenant.

Sir, if there's anything to discover,
it's best that it come out sooner rather

than later.

Are you accusing me of a cover -up,
Lieutenant?

It's in everyone's interest to find out
what happened, sir.

You didn't answer my question, son.

Well, sir, you are being less than fully
cooperative.

Dr. Walden has this idea that we should
meet before the ball and go in together.

Oh, that'd be a good idea. It'd be like
a military escort for you. Military

escort? No, no. She wants a chance to
talk with my friends.

Are we friends here?

I'd like to think so, sir.

I don't think friends call each other
sir.

Well, adding a woman to your life
certainly raises new questions, doesn't

Adam?

A couple of guys talking about women.

You think that's what she had in mind?

Sir,

the Wake Island XO is on line one.

Check with him.

That's right. What about him?

What?

All right. Thanks for letting me know.

Is there a problem, sir?

Lieutenant Roberts.

Apparently, he got a little
overenthusiastic in his brother's

Should we get a cold cut?

Welcome aboard the Wake Island, Pearl.

Waiting for you in the rig.

Lead the way.

So, what are you boys in

for?

Disrespectful conduct, ma 'am.

At ease.

Sit down, Mikey.

Technically, I'm not confined, ma 'am.

Oh, so these bars are theoretical.

When the Marine Commander felt I was
conducting my investigation of the

in the wrong place, he suggested that I
question my brother instead for 24

hours.

And what has he told you?

Not a lot, ma 'am. He's pretty down on
himself.

Gee, I wonder why.

Why do you always have to go straight
for the wisecracks, Mikey?

Why not?

I shouldn't have been a fire control
man. I should have been a Navy court

jester.

It's our father, ma 'am. If he wasn't
hitting Mikey, he was putting him down.

No, maybe he just knew a loser when he
saw one.

I'm sorry, Colonel.

I'm okay, ma 'am.

I'll get out of here in a few hours
anyways.

Well, maybe we can bust you out too,
Lieutenant.

We need to clear him, ma 'am.

You're a Marine. You can break through
their wall of silence.

You're a Marine.

You can break through this Navy crap.

They nearly kill our men and smear them
with the blame.

Colonel, I know Lieutenant Robertson,
but he wasn't trying to smear anybody.

It's always a delicate balance on an
amphibious ship, Colonel, when you get a

thousand sailors running taxi service
for a thousand Marines.

I suppose there must be a little
tension.

The drinking fountains got turned off
yesterday, which teed off the sailors,

because my Marines are taking too many
showers.

They're taking showers because they're
stacked three deep on the lower decks

where the rolling makes them puke.

So, yes, you get a little tension.

Plus, we're getting pressure from
Washington to make this exercise work

few special problems.

Like the protesters?

For one.

And they want us to file an
environmental impact statement.

What are we supposed to say?

Heavy artillery shells make the daisies
bloom?

And there's other problems. This is a
new range for all of us.

Mistakes are bound to be made. Yes, and
one was made on their side of the fence.

Colonel, if Seaman Roberts did anything
wrong, he will be punished.

He's already in the brig with his
brother.

I was just trying to make a point with
the lieutenant.

He's free to walk out any time.

That's what I told him, sir.

What else are you going to get into,
Colonel?

Not this ridiculous investigation to
whether an Amtrak was a few yards off

course. No rounds were supposed to land
within a mile of us.

Well, in that case, sir, I guess I'll
start with the Navy.

It is with great humility I accept the
honor you have seen fit.

Makes me sound like a wimp.

You think so, sir?

This is all he wrote before he left?

Yes, sir.

Has he emailed anything?

There's no data line in the brig, sir.

When he gets home, Lieutenant, you tell
him I want a rewrite.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed. Aye, sir.

Sir, I've taken over the Curtis case
while Lieutenant Roberts is doing...

Whatever it is that he's doing.

I heard.

I've got a search and seizure issue. He
said the drugs were seized by Albanian

police without probable cause.

I don't think the Albanian police are
bound by Fourth Amendment rights,

Lieutenant.

There's a gross and brutal maltreatment
exception.

I thought you might have some advice.

Lunch break.

Abandon ship.

Oh, am I interrupting?

No, ma 'am.

If you have some time later, sir.

I'd really appreciate it.

I'm sure she would.

Would what?

Appreciate it.

Oh, I've seen this play before. It's
called The Actress and the Director.

She's not an actress, Renee. She's
planning on becoming the first female

With your help.

Will she make you vice Jack?

Try to get along.

All right, we have to socialize together
over drinks before the ball.

Oh, if I live that long.

Do you think she knows where I live?

Where do you want to go to lunch?

Well, there's that new Japanese
-Norwegian fusion place in southeast DC.

are they going to serve, raw reindeer
meat? Yeah, maybe.

Here, Kim.

Oh, a pregnancy uniform.

Well, that was thoughtful of the Navy.
Yes, ma 'am, and I may be wearing it to

the ball.

Well, that's ridiculous.

Well, all my other dresses are too snug
now.

Look, the costumer on one of my music
videos used to costume Madonna, and

been pregnant.

Oh, I'm sure I couldn't afford that.

Afford? Things fall off the costume
truck all the time.

How about a second

helping?

And some gravy on those mashed potatoes,
please.

Want any bread with that?

No. No.

I got it in Key West.

You think Jennifer will like it? Still
buying presents for that girl.

That must have been some leave, man.

She's a great girl, Mikey.

I'm sure she does some great things,
Harold.

Hey, where's our lemon meringue pie?

All out.

They have pie?

Yeah, because the people in that line
only take one piece each.

I'll take some of theirs, then.

Look, we split it equally at the start
of each meal. You want dessert?

We got lemon jello.

Come on, man. You heard the colonel.

It ain't worth a damn, Quinn.

Hey, Robert.

You should have aimed a little higher.

Zodiac off the forequarter, Captain. 800
yards.

It's protesters again.

Put a boat in. Warn them away.

Aye, aye, sir.

Good afternoon, sir.

Trouble?

Politics, sir, yes.

Lieutenant, I understand you had an
extended visit to our brig.

Yes, sir.

It's an excellent brig, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Captain, Lieutenant Roberts has taken
his informal investigation into the

role in the mishap as far as he could.

Actually, a little bit further, I
gather. I'm not prejudging the matter,

appears his brother has some serious
dereliction of duty to answer for.

I think it's still too early to come to
that conclusion, sir.

But if the Marines are off the hook...
Well, sir, the FC -1 checked Seaman

Roberts' no -engage settings, and they
were correct.

When they were inspected? After the
mishap?

Weren't they supposed to be checked
before the gun was fired, sir?

We were planning on operating the system
from CIC.

But the remote panel malfunctioned. In a
case like that, isn't it customary to

send the target around while the local
panel settings are confirmed?

Colonel Pergament had a strong desire to
proceed.

I command the ship, he commands the
joint operation.

You gave the order, sir.

Are you blaming me?

Are you blaming him, sir?

What the hell is going on on the Wake
Island?

I don't know, sir. Apparently,
Lieutenant Roberts' younger brother made

mistake in programming a weapon.

That started World War III between the
Navy and the Marine Corps?

Well, sir, they've been calling each
other jarheads and squids since the

War. There's something more at stake
here, A .J.

This is the first joint live -fire
exercise since the problems of Vieques.

All right, when the civilian was killed
by the stray bomb.

The Puerto Rican governor on 60 Minutes,
he suggested Martha's Vineyard as an

alternative site for live -fire
training.

Well, he's been able to keep his sense
of humor.

Since the trouble at Vieques, we've had
to cobble together piecemeal exercises

in Florida, North Carolina, Scotland,
and no combined operations.

I know that hurts.

We are sending our people into combat
zones without the training they need.

This new Florida site might be an
alternative to the AKs if the local

environmentalists don't stop us and the
Navy and the Marine Corps don't stop

each other.

I imagine the commanders involved are
too mature for that, sir. I want him off

this ship.

Colonel, you have every right to keep
him away from your Marines.

You want him to stay?

I'm sure we all want a full and fair
investigation.

Then I'm a little disturbed at how far
afield you're going, Colonel. Are you

saying she's the problem? Colonel,
Captain, I'm sure... There's a chain of

command for handling these things. A
proper chain would show respect for the

who were shot at. Sir, I never
intended... And for ship's authority.

Are things hitting a little too close to
home, Skipper? If you would only make

your people available.

This conversation is over.

We have a target for you. Bunker grid 1,
7 Lima, over.

Roger, this is Quickstrike. We're on it.

Tower, Hawkeye 07, reporting final.

07, you are clear to land on spot 3.

Roger that, spot 3.

Well, at least I'm not looking at the
two of you through bars.

Sorry I had to come out here to sort
this out, sir.

How's the Admiral?

You know, he seemed actually more
concerned about the status of his

I tried to get to it after I got out of
the brig, sir, but I've been a little

distracted.

My brother's in real trouble.

Yeah, as I understand it, your brother
messed up the settings of a gun that

fired 6 ,000 rounds a minute and almost
sank an amphibious track vehicle with 15

Marines on board.

Well, that's just it, sir. There's no
evidence.

that he messed up the setting.

A fire controlment apprentice that he
was training saw him set it correctly.

His lead petty officer inspected it
after the mishap and found that it was

correctly. Skipper authorized the firing
without taking the time to double

-check the equipment, which is normally
SOP.

I think he was a little intimidated by
the Marine commander.

That, Colonel, may be the reason we're
in trouble here.

We're in trouble here because the
Skipper didn't order the target drone to

around again when the first panel went
down.

So the first panel malfunctioned. The
second panel is set correctly, but still

misfires. Am I the only one who sees a
pattern here?

Hello,

there's Lieutenant Roberts.

Mm -hmm, go ahead.

Harriet,

hi.

I'm with Commander Reb and Colonel
McKenzie.

Oh, Harriet spoke to Miss Peterson, who
says that you should rush right home

and...

I'll have to tell you later, sir.

And, bud, Renee has this friend of hers
that works on music videos. Do you

remember that Madonna song, Pregnant
Slaughter, something like that?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Anyway, she got the dress Madonna wore.

It is so great.

Harriet, I don't know if we can
afford... No, no, it's free. It's

It sort of just fell off the wardrobe
truck.

Harriet, you cannot wear a dress stolen
from Madonna.

We taught him good, didn't we?

Yes.

So,

Admiral

Chegwin apologizes for any improper
intrusion by members of his staff. I've

spoken to both of them.

I've also been asking questions about
the mishaps.

You too?

Yes, sir. It seems there's been a series
of mishaps.

First, the remote control sea whiz panel
abruptly malfunctions, and then the

local control panel malfunctions.

Cap, has anything else gone wrong aboard
ship during the exercise?

A 33 ,000 -ton ship with 36 aircraft and
2 ,500 men aboard?

Yes, a few things have gone wrong. Such
as?

Some minor radar problems. One of the
elevators was out for a few hours.

I'm sure you'll find a leaky toilet
somewhere. No doubt in the Marine head.

Colonel, Captain, don't you think it
would be prudent to find out exactly

has happened here before continuing with
this exercise?

Why? Sir, you nearly lost 15 men.

Human error.

Maybe.

Commander. If we don't train our people
for combat with live ammunition, the

next time they do this for real, some of
them will die who don't have to die.

And you want us to stop because of maybe
this or maybe that? Colonel, I'm well

aware... I'm not sure what JAG is aware
of, and we may be having problems with

the Navy, but at least I'm dealing with
line officers who understand the

realities of what we're doing here. I
have never seen an indication that Staff

Corps officers have a clue.

Good day, Captain.

Good day, Colonel.

Well, I guess you're off his Christmas
card list, too.

Captain Lyle, your presence is requested
on the bridge.

I say again, Captain Lyle to the bridge.

Sir, that protest boat's inside our
security perimeter.

Then let's get it the hell out of our
security perimeter.

This is the captain of the USS Wake
Island. Remove yourselves from the

You are interfering with Navy
operations.

Remove yourselves from the vicinity now.

Still coming, sir.

Come right 10 degrees.

Aye, aye, sir. Come right. Steer course
105.

Coming right 105.

Still heading towards us, sir.

If they're trying to ram us, they aren't
very good at physics, are they?

If they're looking for an incident, they
don't make headlines, Captain.

Sound collision alarm.

I can't see them.

Sir,

forward watch reports collision.

People in the water.

Sir, you heard from anybody?

Not lately, sir.

What in God's name are they doing down
there? I don't know, sir.

All right. Ten U2 are surface warfare
officers.

Not a problem, sir. How would you feel
about an officer who joined your branch

of the service late and left it early?

Sir, they feel good enough about you to
be giving you an award. You should be

honored.

Deputy CNO turned down the honor. Had a
prior commitment in Italy.

Probably in a golf tournament.

I'm sure they're better off with you,
sir.

Have either of you ever written a
speech?

Where are my friends?

They're in the sickbed. They're still
being checked out.

You have no jurisdiction over us. I'm
not here to prosecute. I just came to

talk. How about over sherry in the
officer's club?

This is a little grim, don't you think?

I guess you figure we should let you
out, wander about the ship, smashing

things, huh?

You worried I might break one of your
guns?

Do you know what you people are doing to
the National Forest?

Look, it's over 650 ,000 acres. We're
using less than 1 % of it. There's an

elementary school eight miles from where
your bombs come in. There's a colony of

endangered saltwater plovers right next
to the beach the Marines land on. I'm

sure everybody would be happy if we
could conduct these exercises on the

Miss Duke.

Unfortunately, there is a price to
freedom.

There's got to be a better place.

Well, that's what the Puerto Ricans
said. Maybe you want to have this

conversation with them.

I want a lawyer. And a reporter and a
photographer?

Navy ship sinks protest boat.

Why didn't you bring the press with you
anyway?

They'll hear about it.

It's poor planning on your part.

And a rubber zodiac, not even a nice
wooden boat to break up. Makes a better

picture. We ended up in the water.

Yeah, you jumped in the water.

This whole thing has been improvised,
hasn't it?

Last minute, last ditch.

You didn't make a better plan because
you didn't feel you needed a better

You one of those Navy mind readers?

You thought these exercises would
already be canceled, didn't you?

You mean because of that incident with
the gun?

Petty Officer Roberts?

How'd you know about that?

I asked for a lawyer and you didn't get
me one, so nothing I say now can be used

against me.

If you say so.

You can check with a lawyer.

I'll be sure to do that.

You're not saying anything, Ms. Duke.

A friend of ours hacked into your
computer.

He said you have a mile -wide entry
through your email portal.

So this problem we had with the gun...
That was us.

If you want me to, I will.

I will.

Things are kind of slow, honey. I could
probably meet you at five.

Tyner!

Very good, sir. I'll get right on it.

You get promoted while I was in the
head?

Just keeping the Admiral's things in
order, Gunny.

Dr. Walden's on line three. She has to
speak to you.

You're off to Tyner.

He should be back in 24 hours, man.

Yes, ma 'am, I will.

Skyhawk 7, this is Tiger 5. What's going
on down there?

Tiger 5, looks like they popped a red
smoke.

This exercise is history.

Copy that.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island, Admiral.

Right this way.

Deck nav here?

Yes, sir. Who's in the helo behind me?
We don't know, sir. Top secret.

Webb, what are you doing here?

Didn't know you'd come aboard.

That's the way we like it.

All right, I just want to make sure I
understand what's going on here.

A petty officer, third class, misfired a
C -width gun at the Marines, which

prompted his brother to come out here
and take a different kind of shot at the

Marines, which led to Colonel McKenzie
coming out and taking a crack at the

Navy, which led to Commander Rabs coming
out here to calm things down. And as

long as he was already here, he decided
to make a recommendation that all the

ship... and planes and marines and
sailors embarked on this very important

exercise, stand down and go home.

Did I miss anything?

Sir, we received a credible claim from
one of the protest leaders that they'd

hacked into the ship's computer system
and caused the seaward's mishap, which

means that my brother didn't do anything
wrong.

At this point, if I may, sir, I don't
give a damn whether his brother did

anything wrong or not.

I've got a battalion of Marines headed
for the Middle East that need to

their training before they go. The
Pentagon sympathizes with your position,

Colonel. It wants this exercise to
proceed.

Is that because of military necessity or
politics?

The White House agreed to suspend live
-fire training on VAKs, and it's taken

flak for it. If this new range works
out, they're off the hook. If not...

wondering.

Sir, I'm responsible for the safety of
this ship. I endorse a stand down while

we investigate the protesters' claim.

Then they win. If the ship blows up,
they really win. Commander Rabb has done

all an enormous service by recovering
the situation.

Unless she lied.

Who lied?

The protesters, sir.

Their goal is to make us go away.

Tampering with the ship's computer
system will do that. So will making us

they've tampered with the ship's
computer system. She knew about the Sea

mishap. She knew Seaman Roberts' name.

So they tapped into the ship's computer
or they have a spy.

Speaking of which, Mr.

Webb, what exactly is the CIA's interest
here?

You people are in Florida because Puerto
Rico doesn't want your war games there.

If this exercise doesn't work, you're
going to want to go back to Puerto Rico,

which is going to make the Puerto Ricans
unhappy, which would make the Cubans

very happy.

You think this is a Cuban plot?

I'm saying we want to find out.

My brother is not a Cuban spy.

I didn't say he was. Why don't we have
Seaman Roberts walk us through his

procedures prior to the firing of the
gun?

Why? Well, sir, he claims that he did
everything correctly before firing the

gun. If he's right, then these sabotage
claims could be true.

But if he made a mistake, we can rule
out sabotage and the exercise can

So I have to hope one of my men made a
bad mistake and is either too dumb to

realize it or is lying about it.

A couple of you kids scoot right in
here.

Just walk us through everything you did
on the day of the mishap, Seaman

Roberts. I was sitting here, sir, and
about an hour before the target drone

due, I got an order relayed from the
captain, sir, to set no engaged sectors.

And the gun's already set, so it won't
blow up the bridge or anything.

The system's hard stopped, so we don't
shoot ourselves.

Yes, sir. That day, we were worried
about the Marines.

We knew that he'd be coming out of the
third, so I set a no engaged sector

between... 1 -7 -0 and 2 -1 -0, sir.
You're sure you answered relative

not true?

Yes, sir.

I even had my apprentice, Seaman
Schofield, double -check me, and that's

it was set when I was checked after the
mishap.

Seaman Roberts, have you been approached
by any Latin Americans in the last few

months?

Sir?

Who was in the room with you around the
time of the firing, Roberts?

Just some designated strikers, sir,
standing by to clean and reload the gun.

Seaman Schofield.

Did you leave here at all at any time
between setting the no -engage sectors

when the drone showed up?

To the head for five minutes, sir, but
well in advance of the drone's arrival.

Did you leave the room after the firing
and before your panel was checked by the

FC -1?

I ran outside when they cried ceasefire,
ma 'am. I just wanted to see if anybody

was hurt.

But I locked off access to the panel
both times that I left, and no one even

knew how to work it.

Except Stephen Schofield.

Stay in touch with your friends back
home, Stephen Schofield.

How's your work?

Email.

You live around here, don't you? About
12 miles that direction, huh? Yes, sir.

Harris City, Florida.

Just a little place?

I understand you met a girl on your last
delivery.

Sir? Oh, your friend Mikey.

Says you've been talking about her a lot
and buying her presents.

You're from your hometown?

I knew her from high school, sir.

Haven't seen her for a while.

Is she keeping herself busy in the
meantime?

She works for an insurance office, sir.

Does she have any hobbies?

Special interests?

Sir? Is she interested in the
environment?

Or the national forest?

She got you fired up about her interest
in human scoping?

If she's one of the protesters, we're
going to find out.

Sir, there are plenty of other places
the Navy can hold war games.

North Carolina.

Scotland.

I read an article in the Navy Times
about an island in Italy.

I grew up hiking in that forest, sir.

We went skinny dipping in a pond just at
the edge of the range.

Somebody might have been killed, Seaman
Schofield. You messing with that gun.

No, sir.

I set it to shoot close to the Marines,
not at them.

The Marines were off course.

Sir, I know how to set the sectors.

Mikey taught me, sir.

He made a full statement. He said it was
all his idea. He was just trying to

impress a girl.

Aren't we all?

Not all.

Seaman Roberts, I guess you can put your
petty officer's crow back on your seat.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. You did
everything right, Mikey.

Hey, don't I always?

Sir. So if it's okay with everybody,
we're proceeding with our exercise now.

We're going in to soften up defenses.

In 37 minutes, we start five -inch guns
from three cruisers, then the Marines go

ashore from us in the Palo Alto,
accompanied by Seawears Fire with Petty

Roberts back on station.

I hope you'll stay and watch the show.

Well, we'd love to, Skipper, but we have
urgent JAG business back in Washington.

Tiner called. He said they're on their
way. Well, Tiner lies for him.

My date's a no -show. He's stuck in some
post -mortem meeting about a problem at

a war game.

Wasn't harm supposed to take care of
that? They all were.

Hello, ladies.

Harriet.

How interesting.

But you can't wear that.

I have to.

I brought the dress.

I cannot go to the ball with my husband,
the naval attorney, wearing stolen

property. He has a point.

Not stolen.

Abandoned. I faxed this letter to
Madonna's manager this afternoon.

I have your dress from the Like a Harlot
video. We'll be pleased to return it

upon your request.

You faxed it two hours ago. She probably
hasn't even seen it yet.

Is that our problem?

Counselor? Go, sir.

Okay. Good God, I'm supposed to be
accepting the plaque in nine minutes.

Here you go, sir.

After having the privilege of serving as
a Navy SEAL... Are we going the right

way? Yes, it's up here.

I joined the surface warfare community,
one of the finest fighting organizations

on this planet, when you finally got
tired of me and kicked me out.

It's a little humor, sir.

People like that.

Brad stood me up three of our first four
dates. He was in Iceland, and then he

almost drowned on a sinking ship, and
then there was something else.

I forget.

I used to go out with a divorce
anesthesiologist, at least when you were

it. I was about to dump you for the
bartender. Well, I already did.

Oh, really?

Wow.

Harriet? It's okay, bud. They said it
was... It's not okay.

It's great.

Can we go in now? Lauren!

Plan B. Alfred!

Well, you know, Mac, the bartender is
kind of cute.

Of escorting you in.

Mick, what are you doing here?

I reserved my commission, Sarah.

I moved to Washington.

To be near the woman I love.

Chit -chat later, Brumby. We're going
in.