All language subtitles for JAG S06E19 Salvation

I saw a vision of the Padre right in
front of me, sir, and he led me to my

wife.

It's time to save her life.

Sergeant Major Jarvis Crone, United
States Marine Corps. This court -martial

finds you on the charge and
specification of attempted murder.

Guilty.

to our sinners now and to the hour of
our death. Amen.

Padre?

Padre, I knew you'd come back.

I knew you'd come back to help me again.

Padre?

If I knew people were going to send me
presents, I would have got married years

ago. Oh, really? And who would you have
married?

Depends on the presents I would have
got.

Not for you, Mick. They're for us.

Well, you can keep that one.

Who's it from?

Lieutenant Singer.

What?

Well, it's too small for our cremated
remains.

Besides, we'd fall through these little
holes here.

It's for potpourri.

For what? You put it in the bathroom. It
smells good.

No, it smells like chalk.

The potpourri smells good.

Okay. What's this?

The flag.

Admiral Hennepin got one when he
retired.

What's from Tyner?

Is the flag Australian or American?

There's no flag.

Mick.

That looks like blood.

I just thought you'd like to know. You
want to help me.

You were so sure Sergeant Major Crone
was guilty.

Commander, your client was found
standing over his wife's nearly dead

claimed that he was led there by a
miraculous vision of a Navy chaplain

died 30 years ago.

What was I supposed to believe?

What's the new information?

We thought Sergeant Major Crone was
copying badly the ammo of an actual

carjacker to throw the blame off
himself.

Yeah. Now it could be that somebody's
copying him.

A woman was grabbed in a suburban
parking lot, left in an alley in

and hit with a blunt object.

Somebody's copying him.

Or... Or this is the guy that assaulted
Mrs. Crone.

Detective, there was an innocent man
sitting in Leavenworth, and now you're

telling me... I'm not telling you
anything.

I just thought you might be interested.

And after that defense of yours with the
same thing and the priest from the

Vatican...

Here's the file.

Lieutenant, your security clearances are
current.

Yes, sir.

Good, good.

You are considering volunteering for a
very special duty.

I am, sir.

You don't have anything urgent going on,
do you? A motion for the current

appeal, a plea agreement for Seaman
Hammond, and I can wait a week. Yes,

While I do what, sir?

Carry a briefcase that could kill half a
billion people.

I'm going to call you.

Your message is that one. Thank you,
Tyner.

Morning, Colonel.

Morning, Tyner.

Did you like it, ma 'am?

It was very thoughtful, yes.

You can display any flag you want, ma
'am.

A jag flag or an Australian flag or a
flag from the church where you get

married. It would be hard to choose.

Tyner, do you know what this is?

A knife, ma 'am.

Is that blood?

Yeah, I think so.

It was inside the flag case.

It was?

Did you put it there?

No, ma 'am.

I ordered the case by phone. I had it
shipped directly to you from the

at Leavenworth.

Leavenworth? Yes, ma 'am. Their prison
woodshop is famous.

They made a bookcase for Colin Powell.

There's a telephone inside of it and two
special antennas.

When are you going to be doing this?

Next week.

It has a thick book with retaliatory
options.

It's like a menu.

Bud, you feeling open -minded today?

Hi, Harriet. Hi, sir. Actually, he's
feeling a little overwhelmed.

The Admiral volunteered me to spend a
week carrying the nuclear football.

Congratulations, Bud. You'd be at the
right hand of the President of the

States. Yeah, if he wants the launch
codes to start a nuclear war.

I don't think that's going to happen,
Bud.

Bud, I had a visit from the detective
who arrested Sergeant Major Crone.

There's a carjacker operating who may
have actually assaulted Mrs. Crow.

You still don't think he did it, sir?

But I never thought he did it.

Look, if this thing pans out, will you
join me in a motion for a new trial?

You're not going to believe this. Tyner
just got me and Mick a wedding gift.

Already? We haven't even started
looking. That's all right, Harriet. Are

registered somewhere, ma 'am?

Bloomingdale's in comeback year on the
web.

Comeback year on the web?

It's a flag case made by prisoners in
the woodshop at Leavenworth.

President Clinton has a desk from there,
ma 'am.

It arrived with a bloody knife in it. I
just talked to the warden. An inmate was

stabbed two weeks ago. They've been
looking for the weapon. And they

out in your wedding gift?

We were just talking about an inmate at
Leavenworth, Sergeant Major Crone.

Baltimore police have a lead on the guy
who actually assaulted Mrs. Crone.

Actually assaulted Mrs. Crone, maybe,
sir.

But if it pans out, will you join me in
a motion for a new trial?

Well, if I haven't helped blow up the
world, sir.

The lieutenant's carrying the nuclear
football next week.

Cool.

Hey, are you going to Leavenworth?

I'm thinking about it. Why?

Good. Then you can tell Sergeant Major
Crone there's a new lead in this case.

I've got to pay here and follow up on
the carjacker thing. I mean, you want to

return the gift, right?

Thanks.

We run a tight operation here, Colonel.

Assaults are pretty damn rare.

Who was the stabbing victim, sir?

Paul Weston, former Air Force captain,
doing eight years for selling stolen

weapons. Do you know why he was
assaulted?

He says he doesn't know.

Sometimes it happens because somebody
gets more mashed potatoes than somebody

else in a chow line.

Finding that knife's our first break.

I'm sorry it ruined your wedding gift.

The flag case is nice, sir. Well, they
do very good work here.

Did you know that Colin Powell is one of
our bookcases?

Yes, sir.

Please. Thank you.

There's Crone.

He works in the woodshop? Yes, he's a
model inmate. Moved up to medium

and records.

Um, if you'll excuse me. Please, go
ahead.

So, let's take a look.

Sergeant Major Crone?

I'm a sergeant major in here, ma 'am.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel McKenzie. I work
with Commander Rapp.

How is the commander?

He's fine. How are you?

Um, is there someplace we can talk?

Yes, ma 'am. Clark, you want to finish
this?

Sure thing, Jarvis.

Colonel McKenzie, nice to see you again.

Clark Palmer.

Clark Palmer works in the woodshop with
Sergeant Major Crone.

Apparently they're friends. They met in
the Assaultive Offenders Therapy Group.

Sergeant Major Crone is a devout
Catholic and innocent. Palmer is a

and a homicidal maniac.

Now he goes to chapel with Sergeant
Major.

Palmer goes to chapel.

And Bible study. Three times a week.

Did you tell Sergeant Major Crone about
the carjacking?

Yes. What was his reaction?

He was excited.

Horne, there's something else.

What? That knife was the first real clue
they have in the stabbing here.

And? They checked it for fingerprints.

They found one set. A perfect match with
Sergeant Major Crone.

I'm on my way there.

Look, it wouldn't be the first time we
were fooled by an inmate.

Sir, I know Sergeant Major Crone. I
cannot believe he would stab anybody.

I understand you don't believe he
attempted to kill his wife either.

No, sir, and neither does she. Which
means he was led to the crime scene by a

vision of a Navy chaplain who was killed
in Vietnam?

That's right, Colonel.

The Vatican took it seriously, Colonel.
Chaplain Wiggins is a candidate to be

declared a saint.

What about Crone's fingerprints on the
knife?

What does the Pope have to say about
that?

Colonel, there could be another than
supernatural explanation for that.

The man who was stabbed was in the same
wing as Crone.

Earlier that day, he was seen arguing
with Crone. What about Clark Palmer,

What about him? Clark Palmer is capable
of arranging this entire thing just to

mess with me, sir.

He knows I want to get Sergeant Major
Crone out of prison.

Palmer would stab someone at random just
to mess with you? Colonel, you'd be

surprised the lengths to which Clark
Palmer has gone just to mess with me.

I'm his obsession.

Seems to me, Commander, like he's yours.

Palmer is an extremely dangerous man,
Colonel.

Palmer's cell is in a different wing
than the man who was stabbed.

He didn't have access.

So he got the knife from somebody who
did, sir.

You figured all this out on a plane
ride, Commander?

Colonel, there's new information on the
Crone case. With your permission, I

would like to stay here.

Participate in the investigation of the
stabbing. Colonel McKenzie will go back

and work with Detective Carlton to find
the man who actually assaulted Mrs.

Crone, if you can spare the time.

Just don't expect any miracles.

Sir, if I had stabbed somebody, I'd have
wiped my fingerprints off the knife

before mailing it to a JAG officer.

Colonel Warren says that you were seen
arguing with the victim.

Ah, for one minute.

It was a hog in the shower.

Nothing to it.

Target over show.

This place doesn't bring out the best in
people, Commander. I live in a six -by

-ten -foot cubicle.

I'm counted or searched half a dozen
times a day. If I keep my nose clean one

day, I will be able to go to the head
without a guard on my rear.

We will find the man who assaulted your
wife, Sergeant Richard.

After the trial, I thought that would
just sort itself out.

Already had one miracle. Maybe that was
my full ration.

Do you have any idea who stabbed Paul
Weston?

Clark Palmer, maybe.

Not Clark Palmer, I know.

Clark Palmer has a vicious history,
Sergeant Major.

Assassination, arms dealing. He and some
other rogue agents from the Defense

Security Division sold nerve gas that is
responsible for the deaths of 41 UN

peacekeepers, including four Marines.

I'm sure all that's true, Commander.

But the man I know has been confessing
his sins. He's been seeking the Lord's

forgiveness and begging for the help to
heal what's evil in his heart.

He's even helped me keep my faith.

Clark Palmer's a con man.

Well, then, sir, he's conned me, too.

And from what I've seen in chapel, he's
done a damn fine job conning God.

Sir, the Bloomingdale wedding registry.

What are the items I have circled and
have them sent over to Colonel

residence? Aye, sir.

Egyptian cotton sheets and pillowcases.

Oh, sir, those have already been
purchased.

Well, I just printed this thing out ten
minutes ago.

Yes, sir, and I just bought them five
minutes ago. I'm sorry, sir.

Give me that.

Oh, you left me with pieces of things.

One dinner place setting, two towels.

A gravy boat.

Maybe you can put them together in some
creative way, sir.

You know, like you could, um, suggest
they invite guests over for dinner

A bath.

Would you like to cruise the combat gear
on the web list, sir?

Hmm. Well, night vision scubs are still
available.

Oh, that's more of a he gift than a they
gift, though, sir.

Money's always appreciated, sir.

Too impersonal, Tyner.

Chose laziness.

Give them something they want or
something I know they'd appreciate.

Well, what would you appreciate, sir?

Tyner, what are season tickets under the
name of Brumby for the Folger Library

Theater? I'll give them a season of
Shakespeare.

Aye, sir.

Colonel Leavitt.

And Brumby, sir?

How much money?

It was the most terrible thing I've ever
seen.

She had two grocery bags in her arms.
Her car keys were in her hand.

He knocked down the bags.

There were cans rolling all over the
parking lot.

You told the other officer you got a
good look at him.

White man, young, pale hair, very pale.

He hit her with a hammer.

Do you remember anything else about him?

Was he in the Marines?

Not that we know, ma 'am, but one of our
people is involved in the case.

He had a beard with me then.

If you catch him, would I have to
testify?

Too soon to tell, ma 'am.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thanks.

I'll pass this on to Commander Rabb. Do
you have anything else?

No, but if we see him, we'll know him.

He drove off in the victim's car.

Do you know how he got to the market?

No, we're looking for a 2 ,000 Lexus,
silver.

And Mrs. Crone's car.

And Mrs. Crone's car.

1994 Chevrolet Impala sedan, lime green,
dent in the left rear fender.

Maybe he stole it for his grandmother.

I've forgotten, Palmer. How many times
did you try to kill me? Two? Three?

You should hate me, Commander.

And condemn me.

And I don't expect anything I say to
change that.

But I did those things in a different
lifetime.

Yeah, I understand. You found God.

There's no accomplishment in that.

He's right there for anyone who looks.

Well, you've made a positive impression
on Jarvis Crone.

I can only hope that that's true.

He's a fine person.

You know I'm trying to get him out of
here.

And I hope you succeed.

Well, in that different lifetime of
yours, Palmer would have given you great

satisfaction to prevent me from
succeeding.

Just for the thrill of messing with me.

You and a few other people sent me a
pretty loud message that I wasn't doing

right thing in life.

After a few years in here, I couldn't
help but consider that perhaps you're on

to something.

Here.

Oh.

Sorry.

I have your fingerprints.

I guess.

That's how you got Jarvis Crone's
fingerprints on the knife handle.

In the woodshop one day, here, uh,
Jarvis!

Oh, wait, I still need it.

And then you took the piece of doweling,
and you attached the blade, and you

sent it in the box intended for Colonel
McKenzie.

I can understand why you'd think that,
Commander.

But I'm sorry that you do.

And I'm sorry if this whole thing has
cast any sort of shadow over Colonel

McKenzie's wedding.

I really do wish you the best.

Commander.

Commander.

Guard! Guard!

I guess you have to be an officer,
right, Lieutenant?

That's right.

I just think it would be so neat, sir,
carrying those codes, all those launch

options, SLBMs and ICBMs, or smart
cruise missiles, flickums and glickums.

or FLCMs and flick them, making an all
-Navy job.

Tyner, it's not a video game.

Oh, I know, sir.

It's got to be one of the most awesome
responsibilities any member of the

service can bear.

Thanks, Tyner. I mean to kill, what, 50,
100 million people, sir.

That's just right away, not counting
radiation sickness, cancer.

Tyner. I remember reading, sir, some
Harvard professor said that to make the

president really appreciate what he's
about to do, the launch code shouldn't

in that briefcase you're going to carry.

Where did he say they should be?

Surgically implanted in your chest,
Lieutenant.

And the briefcase would have a big
butcher knife.

And if the president wanted to launch
nuclear weapons and kill all those

faceless, nameless people, first he'd
have to take out that knife and

hack you open.

Sir.

Not looking good, Commander.

Apparently, he suffered a massive
intracerebral hemorrhage.

Just like that.

He's 36.

Could have been caused by a congenital
vascular malformation.

Did it start with a headache?

I don't know, Doctor. He just collapsed.

As soon as he's stable, we'll transport
him to Kansas City for a CAT scan to see

whether the site of the bleed is
operable. But it's a real question of

it's worth going in and destroying even
more of his brain.

He's already suffered damage.

If he lives, sir, it's not clear how
much function he'll regain.

How's he doing, sir?

Not doing good.

No matter what we do, there's a greater
than 50 % chance he'll be dead by the

weekend.

How'd it happen, sir?

We were discussing how he framed you
with the knife.

He said he did it.

Hardly seems important now, sir.

Still seems important to me.

First things first.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us
sinners now and at the hour of our

death.

Amen. Hail Mary.

Blessed art thou among women, blessed is
the fruit of thy womb,

Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray
for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

If they tell me he's dead, I'll drive a
stake through his heart.

How's Baltimore?

Well, still looking for the wispy beard
driving a Lexus. How's Sergeant Major?

He's been praying at Palmer's bedside
all night.

He's still there.

What'd you get out of Palmer before he
dropped?

Told me he'd changed his life, partly
thanks to my urging.

You're not that persuasive.

Depends on the circumstances, really.

Jarvis? Nothing here. How about you?

I'll call you back.

Doctor! Where am I?

You've been in the hospital.

You're all right.

Palmer, how do you feel?

I feel fine.

This is impossible.

I saw Padre Wiggins, Jarvis.

Just like you did.

He told me what really happened to your
wife.

And he told me how to prove it.

The Padre looked just like you said,
Jarvis.

He had on his pack and his helmet like
he just stepped off a battlefield.

But it was so beautiful and so peaceful.

I'd swear it was a vision of heaven.

The doctor said you were going to die,
Clark.

Then I must have been sent back for a
reason.

To help you.

What did the Padre say?

You know, he didn't actually speak, but
I understood everything he meant.

You're innocent, Jarvis.

I know.

The man who attacked your wife, he's a
drug user.

A young guy.

And he's got light hair and a beard.

And he's still in Maryland.

He's turned his face away from God.

This vision had a lot to say, Palmer.

He told me what he needed to, Commander.

Yeah? Did he tell you where to find this
man?

No. But he said that he would.

If we go there, he'll lead me to him,
just like he led you to your wife.

Oh, you want us to let you out of
prison, put you on a bus to Maryland,

Why don't I give you a blank passport
and a couple credit cards while we're at

it? I'm not asking for anything for
myself. No, just a bus ride around

Baltimore.

A lot of people in here kill for a
little fresh air.

Yes.

I'd get some air, Commander.

But deny me that, and we give up an
opportunity to get this innocent man out

here forever.

As your commanding officer, I'm required
to review your orders from the White

House military office concerning your
responsibilities for the briefcase.

I'm pretty clear about those, Admiral.

I looked at them last night.

All night.

All night?

Yes, sir.

You do look like hell.

Lieutenant, do you have a problem with
this assignment?

Sir, as a member of the United States
Navy, we train and prepare to kill the

enemies who confront us.

Actually, as lawyers, we train and
prepare to overcome their objections.

But to kill so many people, so far away,
people that you don't even know what

they look like, who they are.

Lieutenant, our nuclear weapons are not
pointed at random locations.

They're aimed at specific locations.
Enemy military targets.

Yes, sir. And they haven't been fired at
anyone at all since 1945.

I know that, sir. And they haven't
needed to be fired because they're ready

be fired.

And our enemies have always known that.

I understand, sir.

So, Bud, in a sense, you're not just
carrying a briefcase. You're carrying a

paradox.

A paradox, sir?

If you're there with the briefcase, you
won't be needed.

The only chance that you would be needed
is if you weren't there.

Yes, sir.

So be there.

In case the president needs you.

So he won't.

Yes, sir.

And don't lose it.

The paradox, sir?

The briefcase.

Yes, sir.

I hope you didn't come all the way from
Rome.

No, I'm from Zula, Montana.

There's a dead nun up there who might be
up to some good.

I thought I had a weird job.

Well, you're always looking for a few
good men, Commander, if you fancy a

of uniform.

Thanks, but keep that in mind.

I don't think you're wasting your time
on this one, Father.

You kidding?

It's a possible doubleheader.

No smoking in the car.

As I've explained to Archbishop Phillips
and General Hightower, we usually don't

send inmates out on field trips.

I don't know what religion you are,
Colonel, but I think you'd agree we've

rather special case here.

That's an understatement. Colonel, I
know Clark Palmer. I don't trust him or

believe him. Even when he's come back
from the dead?

He wasn't dead.

Supposed to be.

He's faked his death before, Sergeant
Major.

Could you tell me how he fooled that
doctor?

Not yet, sir. Unless he didn't fool
anyone.

I understand you prayed for him,
Sergeant Major.

I asked Chaplain Wiggins to intercede
with God.

Just the way I did that night, he led me
to my wife and saved her life.

Father, are you investigating this as a
possible miracle?

An otherwise inexplicable recovery.

Now, our experts will want Mr. Palmer's
complete medical records if you'll

release them.

It's not Palmer's records I'm worried
about releasing.

Father, do you really believe that if we
all traipse off to Baltimore, Padre

Wiggins will appear again in another
miraculous vision on cue?

I don't know.

But I'd certainly like to find out,
wouldn't you?

Sir, at my trial, you argued that this
same sort of miracle could happen.

To you, Sergeant Major, not Clark
Palmer.

Well, sir, you seem to accept part of my
religion, then.

The very core of my religion is that...

Any man can be redeemed if he wants to
be. I understand Mr. Palmer provided a

partial description of the carjack
you're looking for, Commander.

Young man.

Light hair, beard.

Does that match the police information?
What do the witnesses say?

Pale hair.

Wispy beard.

Sir.

How would Palmer know that?

Mr. President, a photo with you and the
senator, please.

Mr. President, can we get a shot of you,
please, sir?

Excuse me.

Commander,

I see you brought the whole damn
circuit.

We started this. You came to see me?

No, I told you we had loot on a
carjacker.

I didn't tell you to bring out the guard
squad.

I just thought you'd be grateful for all
the help you can get, Detective.

Father, you plan on using dead things to
solve crimes on a regular basis?

So we tried once, see how it goes.

And this must be Mr. Paulman.

How you feeling?

Fine, thank you.

That'd be thanks to you there, eh, Mr.
Crone?

I don't know, Detective. I just pray.
After that, it's out of my hands.

Okay.

Now what?

Ask him.

Is this where the last victim was
carjacked, sir? Yeah.

Car was parked over there.

Came out with a grocery, pulled out a
key.

Well, then he must have been over there.

Yeah, he was.

So what are you expecting to see
exactly?

Some sort of vision?

Yeah. And that's going to lead us to the
carjacker.

Look, I got to tell you, if this guy
leads us to somebody's front door...

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to
convince the judge I had probable cause

go busting in.

Unless some giant flaming finger comes
pointing out of the sky.

You expecting to see that?

I'm trying to keep an open mind. He saw
the Padre, Detective, the other night

when he was supposed to be dying.

Just like I saw the Padre the night he
led me to my wife.

And he also knew things about the
carjacking that nobody in Leavenworth

except Commander Rabb here.

All right, fine.

I'm open -minded, too.

Just give me a sign.

Is this going to happen?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Palmer.

Well? We need to give it more time.
Well, unfortunately, we don't have more

time. We can't keep these officers on
for another shift.

I can't control that.

I'm not the one running this.

You're giving it this long?

Sir, these things don't happen on cue.

Well, when do they happen?

When they need to, sir.

Well, this one needed to happen about
two hours ago, Sergeant Major.

Sir, it's my only chance.

I wanted to believe.

I really did.

Go home.

I owe you.

Wrap it up.

Thanks for the airport, Sergeant.

I'm sorry, Jarvis.

It's your fault.

Father, how can this happen?

I saw the Padre, and he said I'd see him
again.

Nobody owes us any miracles.

What are you going to do, Jarvis?

Go back to jail.

I expect every member of this
administration to stay well within the

that define legal and ethical conduct.

This means avoiding even the appearance
of problems.

This means checking, and if need be,
double -checking, that the rules have

obeyed. You and I and the Vice President
share the same goals for our country.

That's right, Colonel. Nothing.

I've rescheduled the flight, sir. We
should arrive about midnight.

Aye, sir.

Would it kill you to stay over one more
night, try again tomorrow?

The logistics would, Father.

Security for two prisoners, travel
vouchers. Sergeant Major Crone shouldn't

going back to prison, you know it. Look,
I believe I've been more than

reasonable, Father, taking these two
halfway across the country on the basis

Palmer's alleged vision.

He saw what I saw, Commander.

Well, the panel at your trial didn't
even believe you, Sergeant Major.

You did.

The only defense you had.

And you thought it was a lie?

I didn't know.

I still don't.

Father. What?

He's there.

Padre?

I see him.

We're going the wrong way.

He says we've got to turn around. If
we're not turning around, we'll miss the

flight. Commander, for God's sake.

Ah, c 'était pas vous avec le président?

Yes, yes. Where is he?

Ah, il est parti.

Turn

right

here. You sure?

Yeah.

It's what he's telling me. You know, I
think we're going around in circles. We

haven't been here before.

I don't know, this is ridiculous.

This doesn't feel right to me. Sir, this
is what we came here for.

I don't think it's much farther.

Palmer, I have never in my life given a
damn what you think.

Can't you accept it, Rob? That maybe
there's something your lawyer's mind

reduce to rational rules?

Or is it your pride preventing you from
hearing anything this man says?

You know, Father, I don't have to take
nonsense from anyone.

To the unbeliever, faith looks like
nonsense.

He says it's there.

Where? Just after the railroad crossing.

What railroad crossing?

That railroad crossing.

It's just ahead. He's signaling.

Sergeant Major, do you see anything?

No.

All right. Overhead. Slowly.

Milk. Thanks be to God.

It's Robin's car.

Lime green and power.

I don't believe it.

I mean, I believe it.

Getting confused, God boy?

You never saw the Padre.

Oh, sure I did. Big fat guy with a red
suit.

Sack full of toys, too.

Oh, wait a second. That was Santa Claus.

It's just ahead.

He's signaling.

No.

It's an ambush.

I saw it.

Padre showed it to me.

Please, let's go.

Shut up.

Carl, pull up. It's here.

He opens his mouth again. Sure.

Game's over.

Lieutenant, nobody's exactly blaming
you. The president was running late for

Easter party with some Cub Scouts and
had to cut his speech short.

I feel terrible about it, sir. I ran all
the way back to the White House.

And they were glad to see you. But they
decided to move on to the next officer

in rotation, a Coast Guard commander.

Coast Guard, sir?

It's probably best for all concerned.

I suppose so.

It was actually kind of boring, sir.

Lieutenant, that's a good thing.

Have a seat. Got a call from
Leavenworth, Admiral. They found the

in the stabbing. He says he gave the
knife to Palmer to get rid of.

By putting it in your wedding present?

I had an idea of fun, sir. They're
making it up to me by sending a spice

free of charge.

I think Colin Powell's got one at their
desk.

That's Bill Clinton, sir.

How did Palmer fake that brain attack or
whatever it was? A tiny dose of

genetically altered fugu toxins smuggled
in by the same people who were waiting

to free him in Baltimore.

They sent it inside his April issue of
Christian Convict.

Commander Rapp secured them in?

Two DSD assassins we've been after for
years.

To set their plan in motion, they
committed a carjacking just like the

carjacking of Sergeant Major Crone's
wife.

They knew that would get Commander
Rapp's interest.

And then Palmer faked his vision so the
commander would take him to Baltimore.

So they didn't carjack Mrs. Crone?

No. But to bait their trap, they bought
a hot lime green Impala. Turns out it

actually was Mrs. Crone's car.

The police tracked it back to the man
who did carjack her.

Huh.

That's quite a coincidence.

Say the least.

If it checks out, I'll ask the convening
authority to release the Sergeant Major

pending a joint request that his
findings and sentencing be set aside,

And we have another miracle on our
hands.

Some days I love the job.

Sir.

Good to have you back, Sergeant Major.
It is outstanding to be back, sir.

Father?

Great admission.

Vision of the future.

It's going to be a little hard to write
this one out. Well, I don't write it,

Father. I just see it.

But, sir, it's your vision I'm curious
about.

You had that backup all arranged. You
knew he was leading us into a trap.

Sergeant Major, you asked me how Clark
Palmer could possibly know what the

carjacker looked like. I never believed
he'd had a vision.

So I knew his friends could set it up.

Well, if it isn't the father, the son,
and the holier -than -thou attorney.

Keep smiling, Palmer.

Adding conspiracy to commit murder to
your resume should tack another couple

decades onto your sin.

Well, maybe I can get the Sergeant Major
here to testify for me as a character

witness. You do believe in forgiving
everybody, don't you, Jarvis?

It's God who forgives everybody, Clark.

But in your case, he might make an
exception.

Let's go.

See you around, Tom.

He fooled me, sir.

He fooled a lot of people, Sergeant
Benjamin.

Nobody can fool God.

Not even Clark Palmer.